#remember ''sam of course is an abomination''

[ardentpoop]

WILL YOU, BOY?

[foxesfantasys]

Hello I am still alive and writing! I apologise that this chapter took a while longer than the other two, I’ve been quite busy these last few weeks. Happy holidays everyone and I hope you enjoy!

Double Trouble AU: Separation Together

Chapter 3/3: The Halfa

Several weeks had passed before he was allowed to return to Casper High. His friends had visited whenever they could, bringing stacks of work and notes with them each time. They didn’t ever stay for long, and he isn’t sure if it’s because they feel guilty for what happened.

They seem to stay for longer when the ghost is out of sight, hidden or just keeping his distance, still not for very long but more than usual. It makes him… Angry? Or, is he sad? Both. Danny thinks it makes him sad and angry at once when his friends avoid the ghost.

He isn’t sure which half of him is feeling each.

Danny did his best to complete as many assignments as possible while recovering, that way he won’t have fallen too far behind once he returned. In the end, he’s pretty sure they didn’t do very well on any of it, he’s never been very smart in the academic sense.

The more he recovered the less they settled, there was less need to be close. He is aware that Danny isn’t really a one anymore, that he is only a one when the ghost and the human need to be close. But that is not to say Danny only exists when they settle, just this version of Danny.

His memories are strange now, coherent but strange. The clearest are when he is a one but he can remember what the ghost and the human have seen as well, so long as they’re willing to share. It’s an interesting experience to have two sets of memories for the same moment.

This does, however, mean he knows exactly how they ended up in their current situation.

The ghost couldn’t return to Casper High like the human could, but they knew leaving him alone in the Fenton household was out of the question. So although he couldn’t return in the same way, he still followed beside his human invisibly.

It wasn’t a perfect solution obviously, there’s only so long a ghost can remain invisible without a break, especially a young and inexperienced one like himself. With all the practice the ghost had done he could comfortably remain invisible for just over an hour. 1 hour 3 minutes and 47 seconds to be exact. Yes, they had timed it.

So whenever they could, his two halves had ducked into a cleaning closet or bathroom stall to give the ghost a short break. They'd been lucky so far, but knew eventually they’d need an alternative in case there was no chance for a break.

When lunch hour finally arrived and the human was greeted with a green abomination of a meal, suffice to say the ghost was no longer concerned with his lack of appetite. Danny can still taste the awful stuff burning through his taste buds.

Sam had seemed so proud of convincing the school to try this new menu, meanwhile Tucker was understandably upset by this new meatless diet. Personally Danny had no preference when it came to school lunch, the food was never good whether it contained meat or not.

Both his halves had been glad to see his friends again, even if they were bickering it was nice to get back a semblance of normalcy.

He hadn’t decided if he should interfere or not before it turned out he didn’t need to.

Because then came the screaming.

Someone in the kitchens it turned out. An accident with some hot oil, it had burned half their arm. Fenton hadn’t got to see it himself, didn’t think he’d have really wanted to even if he got the chance, but word travels fast in a school full of bored teenagers. Supposedly it had been a grotesque sight, bubbling and blistered everywhere, seared all the way up the forearm.

The human had never seen the wound himself, but Danny could still remember the imagined recreation that his human halfs mind made from the chatter of his schoolmates.

Of course the person in question was rushed away and taken good care of, but he remembers the chill the human had felt the whole time. It had been unnatural, like a looming cloud, an omen that this wouldn’t be the end. He had ignored it at the time, shrugged it off as a draft, or just shock.

And then the next day there was another accident. A fire this time, in the kitchens just like before. Not a big one, it stayed contained to the kitchens, something the human had thought very lucky at the time.

That same foreboding chill filled the air despite the flames, enough that the human was sure he could see his breath mixing with the smoke.

Somehow nobody was hurt too badly, only some minor smoke inhalation. School ended early that day. And it stayed closed for a few days to fix any damage. Apparently although the food is awful, even the school faculty wouldn’t leave the kids without lunch. Who knew.

None of the students had been allowed to go home on their own, parental supervision had been deemed necessary before leaving the grounds. “For safety,” they had said. “In case you get any side effects from the smoke.”

Now, they had understood why the faculty would want their parents to escort them all home. They really did. But when your parents are the infamously ghost obsessed Fentons, they couldn’t help but dread their arrival. Danny is still somewhat surprised that the Casper High faculty handled the whole situation so professionally.

Later he asked his friends, his family, nobody else had noticed a chill that day, even the ghost. But Phantom is naturally cold now, so he supposes it would make sense that he didn’t notice any difference.

The human had decided he was just imagining things, decided to start wearing more layers since he’s apparently more sensitive to the cold now.

And he had thought that was the end of it, a few unfortunate accidents at school and him needing to wear a few extra layers to keep away the cold. The following few days had been completely normal, good even. Fenton had thought once Casper High opened up again everything would continue to be normal.

Then that day, today, came around the corner like the universe's personal spite filled slap in the face to Danny, both of them.

Once again lunch hour rolled around, but this time when the human felt that foreboding chill he happened to look towards the kitchens. Danny remembers it felt like his eyes had been pulled to a very specific spot, something just wasn’t right and he knew, but it wasn’t clear what it was or how he knew it was wrong.

He had watched that spot for several moments, the ghost's green glowing eyes joining his stare while hidden away with invisibility.

Danny watched.

They waited.

They saw.

Danny saw the pointy green ears and red piercing eyes, the burns and blisters and singes. It looked as if the entire right side of the face and neck had been burned till it melted. In some places it was worse than others, the least burned areas were near the top and bottom where it looked like only clothes had been singed, while the worst was the central area where the mouth should have been. Whatever accident had befallen this person left sharp pointed teeth and dark green gums visible behind the melted strings of flesh that had once been a mouth, surrounded by bubbling blisters and dark burn scars.

He couldn’t help but cringe at what he saw. And what he saw was the ghost of a lunch lady.

What came next is a messy blur of ghost instinct and human panic. Even now that they have settled there is a constant hum of Intruder Intruder Intruder Protect Get Her Out Get Away Mine Protect-

It’s loud and confusing and he wants to follow. Wants to hiss and challenge because this is my home and these are my friends, but he knows that’s only coming from his ghost half. He also knows that his ghost half is just as overwhelmed by these feelings he can’t control.

“It’s dangerous, we should warn everyone and get away quickly before it starts attacking,” his human half declared aloud. But Danny didn’t move yet.

“But it could still hurt people,” his ghost half argued. “Even if everyone gets out of the cafeteria today it will still be here tomorrow and the day after! Or worse, it could end up somewhere else with even more people.”

Dread welled up at the thought of the amount of people who could get hurt, completely oblivious to the ghostly presence, because why would they worry about something that isn’t real. Then he remembers the fire and the oil and guilt adds to the ocean of emotions built up in Danny’s chest.

If only he had realized what was happening sooner, maybe he could have stopped that poor person from getting burnt or prevented the fire that left so many people out of school and work for days.

“What do we do?” His human half asks, lacing worry into their shared voice when the Lunch Lady’s red eyes lock with Danny’s blue-green. Sure they know the ghost is there now but what difference does that make? He isn’t a ghost expert like his parents, not to mention he hadn’t brought any ecto-weapons for Phantoms peace of mind. Not that he would have either way, it’s not like ghost attacks are a regular thing that could happen everyday.

Danny is half ghost now, he has powers, can’t he do something with those? But he’s only practiced with invisibility! He can’t fight it! Well he has to do something!

His two halves don’t get long to argue before the lunch lady’s echoing shouts find their way down the hallways and snap him back to focus. He had ended up almost right outside the entrance to the kitchens along with his friends who had apparently followed him because he was acting weird. He’s not sure when he left the cafeteria, nor does he remember his friends calling out to him. Well, note to selves: try not to get so distracted arguing that we forget to pay attention to our surroundings.

The lunch lady must find something while staring down at Danny and his friends. He’s not sure what it is she found in them, but judging by the furious screech that followed… Clearly she had not liked it.

A scared cry and Sam’s panicked yell of “Duck!” brought his attention away from the ghost that was towering over them, and towards the- is that meat? Is she really just throwing meat at them?

And he really shouldn’t think like that, because that’s when the meat grows eyes and mouths. Mouths that open and reveal lots of needle sharp teeth and eyes that watch them with hunger.

“Actually, I think that's goose.” He only vaguely hears Tucker comment from behind him, only to be followed by an unhappy grunt from Sam.

Now, as he ducks and dives to avoid the living meat being thrown at him and his friends it’s clear Danny doesn’t have the choice to back down anymore, not just to save himself but his friends as well. “Fight it is then,” he declared.

It was long, difficult, and insanely scary, but when the battle was over, Danny was the victor. He had a lot more bruises and jagged little cuts from claws and needly meat teeth than he had that morning. But considering they had both thought they would die a second time during the whole battle, well, Danny thinks he did pretty well in comparison.

The hand lasers were a surprise. He’s pretty sure they’ll be having a talk about that later, and Danny is glad he probably won’t be around for it.

He knows his two halves will figure things out in the end, but he’d rather not have to listen to the process if he doesn’t have to. It gets hard to stay in balance when the ghost and the human aren’t in agreement, luckily they almost always are.

When one half wavers the other supports, be it emotional, physical, or otherwise.

Yeah. Danny thinks he’s going to be ok. Every part of him.

[jackexmachina]

Angels + “Abomination”

image description: scenes from episodes “Heaven and Hell,” “99 Problems,” “Caged Heat,” “What’s Up, Tiger Mommy?”, “Clip Show,” “Do You Believe in Miracles?”, “Angel Heart,” “LOTUS,” “Back and to the Future,” and “The Rupture”

4x10: Sam, Dean, and Ruby stand in a cabin across from Castiel and Uriel. Sam exclaims to Castiel, "Anna's an innocent girl!" Castiel shakes his head and responds, "She is far from innocent." Sam asks, "What's that supposed to mean?" Uriel answers him, "It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing." Ruby looks away and Castiel looks down.

5x17: Castiel stands in front of the kitchenette of their motel room, and tells Sam and Dean, "The whore can only be killed by a true servant of heaven." Dean asks, "Servant like–?" Castiel quickly interrupts, "Not you. Or me. Sam, of course, is an abomination." Sam winces a bit and Castiel continues, "We'll have to find someone else.

6x10: Castiel and Meg stand outside with Sam, Dean, and various demons. Meg looks Castiel up and down, then asks him, "Remember me? I sure remember you, Clarence." She smiles. Castiel looks at her with narrow eyes and asks Dean, "Why are we working with these abominations?" She responds, "Keep talking dirty, makes my meat suit all dewy."

8x02: Castiel and Dean stand standing by a river in purgatory. Dean licks his lips angrily and asks, "What the hell's wrong with you?" Castiel answers, "I am an angel in a land of abominations. There have been things hunting me from the moment we arrived." Dean yells, "Join the club!"

8x22: The Nephilim woman picks Metatron up off the ground by the neck and chokes him, saying, "You want an abomination? I'll show you an abomination." Her eyes begin to glow white, but then Castiel stabs her in the throat with an angel blade.

9x23: A woman yells at the angel who has come after Metatron, she says, "Do you know what he did?" The angel in a scarf says, "And I'm afraid if you'd seen what I'd seen, you'd think of him as nothing more than an abomination." Metatron looks offended, but a man responds, "'Abomination'?! Try 'Miracle Worker'!" Metatron flattens his mouth a little as if that's not enough.

10x20: Castiel stands with Sam and Dean in a dilapidated house, Castiel tells them about the Grigori, saying, "They were some of the first angels on earth. It was an elite unit that went bad. But they're– They're extinct. They were destroyed." Sam responds, "Well, no, some survived. And they've been hunting humans, making them create heavens in their minds and feeding off them." Castiel processes this, then asks, "Where is this abomination?"

12x08: Castiel pulls a Bible from a desk drawer, telling Kelly, "This thing inside you, it's unholy. It's an abomination." She starts to respond, "That's not–" but he holds the Bible in front of her and says, "Place your hand here." Before pressing her hand to the book, she looks up at him and then at Sam. It begins to sizzle and she pulls her hand away as the book catches fire.

15x01: In the mausoleum, Castiel has Belphegor pinned against the wall with an angel blade to his throat, Belphegor says, "I can help!" Dean walks away from Sam toward them, saying, "Cas, let him speak." Cas responds, "He's an abomination!" Belphegor counters, "You're an abomination with that stupid, dumb trenchcoat." Castiel presses closer to him, snarling, before Dean pushes him back, saying, "Cas, Cas! Hey! Hey! We need the help."

15x03: Castiel stands ahead of Belphegor in hell, not looking at him. He tells him, "You're wearing Jack, who was like a son to me, like a coat. Every second in your presence is intolerable. It's an abomination. You're an abomination." Belphegor watches him impassively.

[kjosi]

Some of dean’s biggest crimes / worst decisions, words and action-wise,  tend to spawn from when he’s been blindsided and has no clue what tf is going on. Often he doesn’t have all the facts, he’ll be pitted and cornered, and comes to hasty conclusions esp when time is of the essence, acting as the decision-maker he’s had to become over the years, growing up. But then the problem is that he doesn’t realize that he doesn’t need to do that all the time. And that continuing to act that way can be very damaging to himself and those he cares about.

Some examples include soulless sam, the gadreel-possession arc, agreeing to the moc (despite NOT knowing what these vague ‘consequences’ are), his treatment of Jack in early s13 (literal widower just. reacting. to everything and trying/failing to wrap his head around that what they were building up to all during s12 was untrue, and unlearning that, and that Jack is just a kid, who is also an adult somehow, and capable of good!), Dean saying yes to Michael in s13 finale, and of course the divorce arc in late s14/ early s15.

Things happen, Dean didn’t have any actual planned involvement in the things that occurred, like they either occurred behind his back ,or he was cornered into making the best decision he could (whether or not it was ‘right’ or ‘wrong’):

1) Dean asking Death to save Sam’s soul from the cage and have it be returned to his brother, despite being told this could be extremely damaging to him. This due in response to him not knowing that Cas had half-assedly resurrected Sam in s6 without his soul, while Sam’s soul was still getting tortured in hell!!) (a whole other post to be made on that) 2) Gadreel offering to save Sam in 09x01, and Dean taking him up on it, remembering how messed up Sam was and how he didn’t think he deserved to continue to live in a world where he kept fucking up /disappointing his brother, etc. Giving Sam a chance to heal and wanting to tell him at every opportunity he could about the angel possession, but then getting blackmailed by Gadreel into staying quiet, else RIP Sam once again. 3) Dean getting manipulated by Crowley and Cain into agreeing to take on the moc despite not knowing anything about it because he always deals with consequences which he can deal with later, of course!! 4) Cas straight up getting killed in front of Dean’s eyes and him having Zero time to actually mourn properly without getting his world turned upside down by having a kid thrown in his lap, which up until a few episodes ago the plan for everyone had been to kill Jack! 5) Not seeing any other way other than to agree to let AU Michael possess him in order to save both Jack and Sam from Lucifer, resulting in new-brand “michael monsters” who are impervious to regular attacks and then of course Dean not being able to fend off Michael from within aka Michael would be left to roam free and take control of a second earth. 6) Sam and Rowena were off doing one thing in 15x03, Cas and Belphegor were down in Hell (they should NOT have been paired together. Jack was their kid and shouldn’t have been solely paired with any one of them ESP!! not Cas, considering his outright vocalization of the absolute heinousness of Belphegor possessing Jack’s corpse, he is an abomination, Cas can’t even look at him. absolute Dean crimes 100%) - while Dean was waiting by the rupture. The plan with Belphegor fails bc he was evil and a demon, duh, he had his own agenda. This causes Rowena and Sam to take on alternate measures, aka Rowena dies. They all come back together and Dean is again, blindsided. Wtf. -- The plan changed and now Rowena is dead?! That could have been avoidable , he wants to think. But he doesn’t know. He just wasn’t there. - And this is absolutely terrifying for his need to control his surroundings, he feels like if he had been there, if he had been able to be know what was going on, that there could have been a different outcome. And that’s where he’s wrong, because how can we ever know that?

He often says and does things that he feels deeply he knows isn’t right. But he doesn’t know what else is. And then Dean crimes ensue.

[writingforatwistedworld]

I'm already here! Hello again dear 💜 First of all I would like to thank you for your response to my somewhat crazy idea, I certainly did not expect such a satisfying and refreshing response. Besides, knowing that you liked my idea… Heavens… My heart is going crazy right now with the emotion!

Ehem- Now getting serious.

I would like to clarify that in fact… I have not seen absolutely anything from chapter 6 of twst. And that's because I'd like to see Chapter 7 together as I believe both episodes will have a huge impact on the game's story and my head. So…yes, I really don't know what information you are referring to in your answer, I'm sorry… (I don't mind spoilers in private, if you would like to inform me to shape this idea, if you want of course)

Although with the above, I can assume that this information was able to relate to my idea. Despite this, I'm surprised that it managed to relate enough for you to say that it can be a "pretty solid backstory" Which I'm pretty excited about, to be honest haha~

And I agree with the existence of "Dark History" (Apparently more canon than I thought before) To tell you the truth, I feel like twst has a lot of potential to be a pretty dark game. That is, the characters also have many dark secrets to investigate and make known to the public, for example Kalim. Although the character of Kalim can be seen as something "simple" to interpret (It is not like that at all, but many people misunderstand his character) it turns out to be not entirely true, in the game if you analyze well and I am not mistaken They've mentioned things that… In fact, they're pretty dark that they're part of their daily lives. Also the mere fact of looking at the personality, attitude, dialogues or even the appearance of each character can bring up quite a few questions (Like the scar on Leona's eye or the paint on Sam's face) that can be discarded if they think that it should only be to what they "represent" as characters in the disney game from japan..

Geez, excuse me, I think I started to ramble out of emotion..

Returning to the subject, I think that in fact, you are very right with your thinking about fairies, that is, technically speaking, each species with enough intelligence could understand that certain things end up being "blocked/forgotten" for the individual's own good. So, yes, the oldest fairies who still remember part of the dark history of twst preferred to keep quiet and "forget" those memories (which would still remain in their heads for their entire lives) to move on in their lives

I also believe that these groups would seek to be in places "safe" enough to continue with their plans. I mean, let's be honest, if a group of this kind manages to survive SO LONG in the world as a secret, we could at least believe that they would be smart enough not to be under the surveillance/eyes of royalty who could order them to imprison or even llik them for the abominations they might be doing under their noses, in their respective realms. And of course the group would be violent, quite violent in fact, since they should protect themselves from every chance of being discovered and delliked for the good of the world.

Yes, probably the Mc began to be targeted after a while. The group must have noticed the anomaly that would be their arrival and mere existence within their world and that in itself had already alerted them enough to think about getting rid of them.

But, what really made them a target to finish was when the MC survived after facing the first overlots.

Their arrival in the world was already worrying, but their ability to survive and surprisingly "sympathy" that made them connect with influential characters of the nobility/royalty (Leona, Kalim, Idia(? Malleus…) or even just known surnames (Vil, Riddle..) and others.

He made them say that they should be eliminated..

REMOVED FOREVER AND AT ALL COSTS.

But like you said, it's up in the air.

I think that's all I had to comment on, again I'm delighted with your response to my idea. And besides, I am completely willing to talk with you to create and bring the darkness of Twst to the English fandom in the way you want my dear author~

Ah, Talking with you is certainly exciting dear, if you don't mind I'll come share any ideas and thoughts about twst, to talk more with you. Anyway, I'm saying goodbye dear, please take care of yourself properly, remember that a little self-care keeps your mind fresh~ 💜

Going deeper into details that... would be a pretty dark au. (I know, I have said this before but it is what it is)

Hmmm... now that I think about it, Leona, Malleus, Kalim and even Idia are pretty big figures to influence so that would be like adding oil to a huge bushfire.

Why? Malleus, Leona and Kalim are self-explanatory. Idia? Uh... chapter 6 spoilers. I guess a secret group that is after a huge chunk of power would like to avoid the highest figures of TWST being in a good headspace which would make actions on their part harder. (Since working government=more stability=more security) Also, Malleus would be in huge danger if we remember that we talked in the first post about what happened to the Fae in this idea of an au.

Maybe you will even write about it one day? I mean, it is a pretty solid backstory for an au. (I am repeating myself again, I know.)

[mlobsters]

supernatural s6e10 caged heat (teleplay: brett matthews, story: brett matthews and jenny klein)

crowley must have more screentime than cas at this point. it's a funny thing, having this vague idea of a character gleaned indirectly from fandom. definitely gave me the idea he was actually in the show more. i know i have more seasons ahead than behind me still but. just a funny thing

CROWLEY Sorry. But your exceptional good looks aren’t gonna buy you any mercy. I suggest you talk. What should we use next? Speculum? Or something more exotic?

know that i really do not like torture in shows (got big mad at s4e16 with the forcing dean to torture alastair) or sexual violence, but combined with torture here. ugh.* and threatening babies, i mean it's like a greatest hits of all the things i hate!

*i do not want to extrapolate this to anyone else who spent time in hell.

DEAN I mean, the only thing that’s really changed, is now I need a daily rape shower.

big sigh. and this theme just keeps going with meg showing up, of course.

how does this dilapidated falling apart house they're squatting in have power

*trying to scrape the braincells together to remember how they left things with not-so-bad-grandpa skinner* his motivation being crowley bringing back mary, really?

CASTIEL If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear? Perhaps she’s done something wrong.

DEAN You’re watching porn? Why?

CASTIEL It was there.

good answer, cas

DEAN You don’t watch porn in a room full of dudes. And you don’t talk about it. Just turn it off. [to Sam when Cas looks down at his lap] Well, now he’s got a boner.

<insert blinking dude gif>

SAMUEL This what you boys do, sit around watching pornos with angels?

CASTIEL We’re not supposed to talk about it.

see, in my little vague mental map of cas, i wasn't expecting him to be funny.

CASTIEL Why are we working with these abominations?

MEG Keep talking dirty. Makes my meatsuit all dewy.

writers, please.

so i knew there was some issues with sam not wanting his soul back, but i did not know the context of him overhearing dean and cas talking about how it would likely go wrong and cause sam massive pain and suffering.

and don't we all love when our loved ones go behind our back to talk about medical decisions for us. they better talk to sam about this, and soon.

...ok. obviously she was getting his weapon but even if he wanted to try out his newly acquired pizza man skills, doing it with "an abomination"?

DEAN Oh, I understand… that you’re a liar. You talk about putting blood first, which is funny ’cause you sound just like my dad. The difference is, he actually did.

SAMUEL I am putting blood first.

DEAN Oh, gimme a break!

SAMUEL Mary’s my blood! My daughter! Don’t come at me like I sold you out, Dean. You sold out your own mother. It was her or Sam, and you chose Sam, plain and simple.

DEAN Oh, that is such crap! You wanna know what really happened? You chose a demon over your own grandsons!

SAMUEL See it how you want. I don’t even know what Sam is. And you want me to protect him? And you? You’re a stranger. No, really, tell me: what exactly are you supposed to be to me?

DEAN I’ll tell you who I am. I’m the guy you never wanna see again. ’Cause I’ll make it out of here, trust me. And the next time you see me, I’ll be there to kill you.

(grasping at straws that it's some long con)

well that was awful. i'm not quite following the leap to full blown murdering grandpa, but ok. i also am not really vibing with this source of conflict, it feels really manufactured.

ugh. what the fuck is this. no, thank you. she's gorgeous but it's fucking bad enough we're doing torture again but let her KEEP HER FUCKING CLOTHES ON

the bone burning thing was... quick. his little face is in the group shot on netflix where they're all definitely older haha so obviously that wasn't that.

also wanna hear something silly, for the longest time i thought that picture was sam, dean, cas and DAD hah! i'm like, jdm has changed a lot but eh whatever, this is how many years later

DEAN You don’t even know what you’re saying.

SAM No, I’m saying something you don’t like. You obviously care, a lot. But I think maybe I’m better off without it.

DEAN You’re wrong. You don’t know how wrong you are.

SAM I’m not sure about that.

oh the wrong vs. saying something you don't like. so very salient, perennially

oh and since i made the comment about cas, crowley and screentime,

CROWLEY Castiel, haven’t seen you all season. You the cavalry now?

😐

since questioning sam wanting it came up like, 3 times this episode, i'm guessing getting his soul back is imminent. i'm sure that's gonna be another mess of consent. or lack thereof.

[wikiangela]

she hulk episode 2!!

spoilers (and some ranting sns) under the cut

I so agree with Jen on the "she-hulk" name tbh I was thinking it since I learned about her existence but I'm glad someone else said this lol

okay, I agree with Jen on like, everything 😂 "that is for billionaires and narcissists and adult orphans" so fucking true 😂

Jen out here asking the real questions about avengers getting paid and healthcare and all that 👌😂

aw fuck, of course she got fired 🙄 but I'm glad it wasn't for the more predictable reason of: you're a monster blah blah blah 😂 (tho I'm sure some of that was there too hah)

you know, what I really love about those shows (specifically ms marvel and now she-hulk) is that we can see regular people's reactions to superheroes and see them talk about superheroes and ask very valid questions - like about Hawkeye's arrows hahah

getting hired just because she's she-hulk must feel really unfair and weird, but I mean, at least she gets to be a lawyer and get paid?

(I just love the 4th-wall breaks hah)

Blonsky's parole??? I remember he was mentioned in one of the trailers I think but omg I totally forgot 😂 I'm so excited haha

so She-hulk takes place before Shang-Chi? I guess? so when in the timeline is Shang-Chi? mcu is so confusing, they should specify those things because now I'm sitting here wondering about that instead of focusing on the show 😂 (not that it's super relevant but I tend to hang up on irrelevant shit and I'd like to know 😂 - like, is Sam the Cap yet in she-hulk or not? why is no one in any show acknowledging that? if I knew when it takes place, maybe I wouldn't be pissed about that lol)

I was just about to say she should talk to Bruce before agreeing and I'm so glad she called him haha

okay, first of all: Blonsky wrote him a heartfelt letter, love that

second: "I'm a completely different person now. literally" lmao that was so funny 😂

wait, so it's during Shang-Chi? so Abomination escaped.... but he was buddies with Wong, so did he escape regularly?? I'm still confused lol

wait, thar was just 20 minutes wtf you can't say a series is gonna have 30-minute episodes and have 10 of them be credits 🙄 (the post credit was less than a minute too 🙄)

okay, so, I fucking love this show

I love everything about it - the comedy, the 4th-wall breaks, the lawyer aspect (I love lawyer shows, can't wait for more) - it's just so enjoyable and just fun (tho the mcu has me very confused about the timeline which caused me to pause and Google a bit and I'm still confused lol - make it clearer guys, I like to know irrelevant stuff!! 😂)

and Jen is awesome, I love her haha, and I hope we get much more of Nikki cause she's awesome haha

seriously can't wait for the next one!!

[the-wednesday-tales]

17th Birthday

When he wakes up on his seventeenth birthday, Dean doesn’t expect much. He can’t even remember the last time he celebrated a birthday- Sammy will usually give him a (terribly) hand-drawn card and whatever little gift he’s managed to scrounge up on the road, but John lets the day pass just like any other. Dean doesn’t even want much, a simple happy birthday and candle to blow out would be more than enough..but he knows better than to ask for even that.

It’s been almost a year  since John dragged him out of the boys home and back on the road. He’s been looking at Dean differently ever since, a subtle change that Dean can’t quite put his finger on, but can feel palpably nevertheless. He wants to know what he did, but he’s even more afraid to find out. For now he keeps his head down and does as he’s asked, like always.

Dean sighs and rolls out of bed, gets dressed. He throws together what could pass as breakfast for him and Sammy, and when they’re finished John walks in and hands Dean a rifle. Dean silently follows him out into the forest, where they waste away the morning shooting at trees and tin cans.

Sam sits on a stump reading the whole time.

When they get back to the room, Dean has barely sat down at the table to clean the guns when a stack of papers lands in front of him with a plop. He looks up to see John looming over the table, a hard glint in his eyes. Dean eyes the papers warily.

John clears his throat, “There’s a couple of ghosts terrorizing the convent just outside of town. Two nuns haunting the place”.

Dean glances up at John. “Should I pack a bag, so we can head out right away?”

John shakes his head, slaps a gruff hand down on Dean’s shoulder.

“I’m going to stay behind with Sammy. It’s time you took on a hunt by yourself. It’s a simple salt and burn, so even you can’t fuck that up.”

The hand on his shoulder squeezes hard enough to bruise and Dean bites his tongue and nods, shame burning at the back of his throat. John gives him keys to the Impala then heads over to Sammy without another word.

Dean tucks the papers into a duffel alongside the salt, matches, and shotgun casings then heads out.

**** When Dean gets to St. Stephen’s Indian Mission, he pulls over on the other side of the road and pulls out the papers to read. The stack contains a section from the town’s newspaper and some photocopied files from the church mentioned.

Dean settles back to start reading, and is barely a couple sentences in when his stomach drops.

Two nuns.

Two nuns who were in love with each other and were found out by the townspeople.

They killed themselves shortly after, bled out beside one another in the convent’s cemetery, curled together beneath the statue of St. Stephen.

Dean has to close his eyes and swallow against the bile that rises in his throat.

He knows. He knows. He knows. He knows.

Dean draws in a few shaky breaths and slowly opens his eyes. He finally knows what changed, finally understands why John has been looking at him differently. John knows.

Dean cycles through his memories, tries to pinpoint how John could have figured it out. Dean’s been so careful…so careful. He never looks too long, he never flirts, and he certainly has never brought a boy back to the motel. And yet John still knows.

Maybe he can tell just by looking at Dean.

He spends a few more moments in the car, tamping down the rising panic before he gets out and starts investigating.

*** Night has fallen and Dean has spent the better part of two hours locating the graves of the two nuns- Helen and Adelaide. They were hidden in the forest behind the cemetery, marked by two simple crosses. They weren’t even given the decency of being buried in the cemetery, let alone a headstone.

He spends another couple of hours digging up the two graves. Two graves is so much harder then one, and tiring when you’re the only one digging.

He understands what this hunt is now. He understands why it’s his first one alone.

It’s punishment.

John sent him out here as punishment for what he has done, for who he is.

Dean wonders how many hunts, how many punishments he will have to endure until he is normal, until he is clean.

By the time he uncovered both sets of bones, the moon is high in the sky and lights the graves in an eerie bluish color. The nuns are dressed in plain clothes, their habits no where to be seen. Dean bites his cheek until it bleeds. Of course they aren’t in their habits. They defied God. They defied the natural order. They were sinners…abominations.

And now John knows. He knows Dean is just like them. That he is tainted, wrong, unnatural.

Dean goes to pour the salt into the two graves, but stops.

With tears slipping down his cheeks, he carefully moves one set of bones into the other grave. Places them side by side until they are resting together.

Maybe they couldn’t be together when they were alive, but at least now they will be together forever. They deserve that much.

He pours the salt and lights the match. Drops it in with a shaking hand.

He watches as the flames burn steadily. He contemplates stepping into the flames for just a second, a minute. No one else would have to know if he died. His secret would be safe. And he would be clean, right? The fire would purify him, purge him of sins and cleanse his soul of its stains.

But the thought passes, and he thinks of Sammy. He can’t leave him alone. Sammy deserves a good father and while John damn well will never be one, Dean can try.

Dean watches until the flames burn out, tears silently streaming down his face.

On the drive back he has to pull over on the side of the road to throw up. He retches until there’s nothing left in his stomach and the bile burns his throat. When he’s done his chest is heaving, but he still feels sick. His throat burns and his heart hurts when he thinks of Helen and Adelaide. He wonders if he’ll meet the same fate.

He spends a few minutes kneeling in the dirt panting, then pushes himself to his feet, wipes his mouth clean, and gets back in the car.

When he returns to the motel room, he can’t meet John’s eyes. Dean  knows that look will be written plainly across John’s face, knows now what that look means and why it’s there.

He tells John “It’s done” and goes to bed.

*** The next time John sends him on a solo hunt won’t be for years after that.

Inspired by @halfofmysoull @heller-jensen @bisexualrowena and the gut wrenching thing that is J*hn W*nchester’s journals.

Now on ao3

[wingsandhunters]

God I just love cas and his gay little wings and ugly trenchcoat and his fluffy hair and his gay little bitch face and his "Sam of course is an abomination" and his "don't ask stupid questions" and his "on a bender" and his "you have a Guinea pig? Where?" and his "I'll interrogate the cat" and his squinty eyes and his head tilt and his eye rolls and his "I don't understand that reference" and just the fact that they kept trying to kill him off but everyone threw so much of a hissy fit that it forced their hand to keep the gay angel in that macho horror series that I can't remember the name of.

[jilliannotfound]

prepare for a long ask (i’m sorry)

my brain is very full so hear me out-

dream smp casino/mafia au-

now i was at first thinking Kinoko kingdom (karlnapity) are the owners of the casino cause yk Las Nevadas Quackity but then i remembered “Syndicate” (by Derivakat) which has a jazzy vibe and was like, what if the Syndicate was a mafia ‘family’ that ran a casino and reader is their star performer who starts off every night with a performance of “Syndicate”. reader’s performance is used to kinda establish the Syndicate’s power over the casino and to remind the patrons anything they do will be under the scrutiny of a mafia with literally two of the most renowned mafiosos’ (Philza whose reputation of traveling all over and taking down many a mafia family precedes him and Technoblade who has taken down mafia families singlehandedly) in the city, maybe even the entire country.

the Eggpire is like a rival mafia that is trying to take control over the city so it isn’t uncommon for them to try and infiltrate the Syndicate casino. so i was thinking, what if the people who are Pro-Omlette (but not in the Syndicate so Puffy, Foolish (since it’s not confirmed he’s part of the Syndicate), Awesamdude and Eret) are staff at the casino. they were each like a lone agent after their mafia family split up/they left and decided to join forces with the Syndicate to make sure the Eggpire didn’t gain total control of the city. Maybe Sam is a bodyguard stationed either outside the casino or manning security cameras switching with Puffy, Eret can be like a stage manager/backstage to aid the performers and make sure no one sneaks into the dressing rooms or the light control area backstage and Foolish is like a bartender keeping an eye out on the main floor of the casino for any activity.

Dream was the former head of the well-renowned Dream Team mafia family until the family split. he’s notorious for breaking apart mafia families before disappearing into the night and traveling to a new city. occasionally he’ll hire some aid but they never last long.

Ponk used to be an on-sight medic for the casino in cause of bar fights or performers getting injured on stage but after many rumors (later confirmed to be true) of him being a member of the Eggpire he was fired and not allowed to enter the premise of the casino again.

Kinoko Kingdom was a rival casino/mafia family to the Syndicate’s but they’ve decided to have a truce to make sure Dream and/or the Eggppire don’t take over their city. Their casinos have different vibes with the Syndicate’s being more of a hub for mafia and business activity with jazzy music on the constant and famous for civilized and tame yet very entertaining entertainment whilst Kinoko’s casino is like more of a rowdy type casino, famous for high stake bets, drinks with high alcohol content and lively music and entertainment that can be seen as a bit too glitzy and tacky. Like you go to Syndicate casino for a night of business deals and building yourself up to the top, the type of casino you would bring your boss to, whilst the Kinoko casino is the type of casino you go to let loss and risk it all with cheap entertainment and even cheaper booze. their truce works out because their casinos are so different that competition wouldn’t be worth the cash (and the Syndicate knows they can easily take on the Kinoko mafia in a fight but shhhh)

there’s multiple places a reader character could fight but as a primarily Technoblade simp at heart i had to put reader as a performer in the Syndicate casino-

~🦫Anon (if this title isn’t already taken-)

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖

DSMP x Reader (in-game)

Summary: Request

Warnings: None?

A/N: Okay… I have a few important things to say. First of all, this story is not completed. This request is so genuinely good and I have been trying to work on it for far too long and have had very little success. With that being said I still want to publish the small bit of this story that I’m proud of.

Second of all, I would like any other dsmp writers on this platform to feel free to take this request and perhaps do with it what I wasn’t able to. If you write this story, please tag me because I’d love to see what you do with it. You can also use this bit I have written and am sharing to start off your own version of the story (just give proper credit)!

With all of that out of the way, please enjoy!

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The Syndicate. One of the highest-end casinos in the country, and certainly the most powerful, being run by two of the best-known mafiosos.

Philza was best known for his travel, being able to track down anyone anywhere and take care of them.

Technoblade was easily the scariest man you could meet. He’d single-handedly taken down more mafia families at the age of 21 than most senior-aged mafiosos could even dream of.

It was rare to see either of the men in the casino, let alone to see them together, so when the pair came through the doors with power in their steps everyone knew something serious was in order.

They took their seats at the bar as Foolish prepared their drinks and Eret directed the casino's attention to the stage.

This performance was a nightly occurrence, the same jazzy tune came from the band's instruments as Y/N emerged from the curtain.

Hey, I'll tell you a little secret of mine

If you promise not to tell, if you have the time

Everyone has gotten you, always on the run

But if you join the Syndicate

Life could get a little more fun

It was the song of the casino, used to remind everyone just how much power it holds.

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

It reminds the patrons of the casino that no matter what they do, the Syndicate is always watching, studying each of them in hopes of finding some new friends.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

The members of the Syndicate were a force to be reckoned with, composed of strong fighters and quick thinkers constantly working to take down anyone that dare stand in their way.

The Eggpire was their current concern. Run by a man named BadBoyHalo, the Eggpire was a whole other breed of mafiosos.

They preached about the Egg, whatever the hell that was supposed to be, and always wore a signature red color that made them easy to spot. Sometimes you could even swear there was a red glint in their eyes when talking about it.

After the incident with Ponk, their old medic that got caught up in the red whirlwind, the Syndicate became extra wary of the Eggpire, willing to do just about anything to take them down.

This is exactly why the two most powerful men were sitting together at the Syndicate’s bar with their eyes locked on the stage.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

Oh, a couple new friends

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh no, no

You'll gain a couple new friends

As the jazzy instrumentals faded out, Eret poked his head out of the curtain on the side of the stage, gesturing for the resident singer to come backstage.

Y/N smiled at the audience and walked through the velvet barrier to be greeted by the deep-voiced brunette.

“Did you see who’s out there tonight?” They asked him.

“That's why I called you, they wanna see you.”

Y/N took a deep breath and headed out onto the main floor.

They’d been part of the Syndicate for most of their life and knew they weren’t in any danger near Techno and Phil, but the anxiety still pounded in their head as they approached the men.

Y/N sat on the stool next to Technoblade and the two turned their stools to face them.

“Lovely performance!” Phil praised

They shot him a kind smile and braced themself for the inevitable harsh news that would follow the attempted small talk.

“We need you to do something.” Techno said bluntly. “You know Las Nevadas?”

“Yeah, of course.”

It was another casino ran by Kinoko Kingdom, another mafia family. They used to be considered one of the biggest threats to the Syndicate because they had quite literally appeared overnight and nobody knew anything. Once the Eggpire popped up though, it was safest to become fast friends with the three men that ran Las Nevadas in hopes of strengthening their forces against the red abomination infecting families all over.

“We had a meeting with Quackity and he’s got a bad feeling about some guests that have been stopping by their area. It’s a shitty casino, we all know that, but he thinks it’s more than just some random troublemakers.”

…

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[dr3amofagame]

uhhhh ,, , hi ??

i feel bad bc i havent been here in. LITERALLY forever lmao - hope you guys r all doing good!! ive been working on some stuff but it’s been pretty slow going, and school is also A Thing, so i definitely havent been writing as much as i’d like. 

as an apology, have this? really self-indulgent feel-good syndicate + c!dream centric oneshot bc i felt like writing this so u know. why not. 

tws: implied torture, abuse, self-harm, disordered eating, starvation mentions, prison arc themes - overall everything’s just blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mentions, not too much angst here for once! c!sam and c!quackity critical, sorry guys but we r still in the prison arc and they still r on their “fuck human rights” arcs. 

Dream leaves.

 It’s a surprise - or maybe it isn’t one, Niki isn’t quite sure. She’d never grown to quite trust the man, she knows, and she can’t really tell if the bitter twist of emotion that swells up her chest when Phil comes to her city with the news is betrayal or resignation - what can she say. She’s gotten more than her fair share of broken promises. They don’t exactly faze her anymore. 

 None of them seem all that surprised, save Techno, who entirely fails to hide the worry that flickers over his face when he calls the Syndicate meeting to officially inform them of what’s going on. She shares quick, careful glances with the other members when his back is turned - despite how many times he’s been burned, Techno still seems so adamant at holding onto every thread, trusting all too easily those who would use and leave him behind without a second glance. He can handle himself, she knows. Still, that’s not going to stop her from slapping Dream upside the head for being yet another worthless person to betray her friend’s forgiving nature. 

 Nothing much changes in the next few weeks. Niki has to admit, it’s strange without Dream around - he’d not been an ally, much less a friend before dipping completely, but he had been some sort of constant - and Niki is self aware enough to know that she misses him, a little, the same sort of way you might miss an old routine once it’s gone, if only for the familiarity. She still visits Techno and Phil with various baked goods, knowing that Phil would have his hands full just keeping Techno from running himself ragged - makes sure to check on Ranboo, whose nerves have inevitably returned with Dream’s disappearance. To be honest, she doesn’t worry as much as he does - ally or not, she’s spent enough time with the Dream that had left prison to expect that he won’t exactly be able to get himself very far should he come for the four of them, and doesn’t particularly care about he might pull with the rest of the server - if things get bad, she’s sure Phil and Techno will have it handled. She asks Phil, once, what happened, and he shrugs. 

 “I don’t know, mate,” he heaves a chest to the side, pulling out a stack of stone blocks that Niki gladly holds for him. “One day we woke up and he was just- gone. Everything. Was like he wasn’t ever there at all.” 

 Niki hums. “Why’d you think he’d do something like that?” 

 “If I could understand half of why Dream does what he does, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we?” He smiles at her from behind a crate. “Shall we bring these things upstairs and start on dinner?” 

 Niki laughs, knowing that the conversation about Dream is over. “Of course, Phil.” 

Dinner is a welcome distraction; all of them have gotten better at cooking in recent months, between her baking and the veritable library of recipes Phil knows that she’s never even heard of, but Phil is still the only one she really trusts to hold his own behind the stove - Ranboo is still a little too nervous around water, and fire, and much of everything, and though Techno can be a perfectly capable cook, he’s been distracted as of late. She has a strong feeling that left to his own devices, he’d just grab a stack of steak and disappear for another few weeks, searching the server for information. 

 Honestly, she’s a little thrown off by his behavior - he’d not done anything like this with Tommy, if she remembers right, and had hardly seemed affected by Wilbur’s betrayal on the Sixteenth at all (then again, she was a little too lost in her own head to notice if he was.) She tosses her head over to ask Phil, who’s leaning over a few carrots he’s slicing to throw into the stew he’s making, and the man pauses, frowns. 

 “From what I know,” he starts, words slow, careful, “they’d spent three months in there together, and the conditions weren’t exactly- stellar. According to what Techno said, I’d assumed they had come to some sort of understanding.” He goes back to the carrots, expression dipping into shadow and out of sight. “Guess I was wrong.” 

 Niki hums. She can see it, sort of - spending months together with someone, no matter how insufferable, probably would end with some degree of attachment - she thinks back to plotting through sleepless nights with Jack, anger and grief leaving them simmering, crabs in the same pot of boiling water, remembers looking into his dead-eyed gaze and seeing her own stare back - and feels a brief pang of guilt. Besides, Techno is Techno. She’d never met someone so willing to forgive, understand, reach out despite everything that’s happened - for Dream to take advantage of that feels almost too obvious. Of course he would - what were they all thinking?

 “He’s Dream,” she says as if that explains everything, flipping open the oven door and feeling a wave of heat blast her face. Phil hums lowly, understanding. “I hope Techno will be alright.” 

 “He’s tough,” Phil cracks a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “And he has us on his side. He��ll get through.” 

 Niki opens her mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by the front door slamming open. Outside their quaint little cottage, the wind howls - it sounds like the beginning of a blizzard out there, flurries painting the world in a thick blanket of white. In the door, Techno strides into the entrance with loud, decisive movements, shutting the door loud enough to make the walls shake. Inadvertently, Niki finds her eyes drawn to the small pile of snow that he’s tracked into the house - Techno’s usually so careful to kick it all off on the porch, never liked it much when there was a pile of melting ice and snow dampening the floorboards and soaking into his shoes. He huffs harshly, stripping off a snow-dusted scarf from his face - a long, multicolored abomination that had been the product of her attempting to teach Ranboo how to knit. Phil has reached his side, hands splayed over his upper arms, eyes soft in the corners from concern. 

 “Techno, mate-” his tone is chiding but his movements gentle as he brushes snow off of Techno’s signature cloak, “you’ve gotten snow everywhere. What were you doing, dueling a blizzard?” 

 Techno shakes his head, not meeting Phil’s banter as usual, fur sticking up from the snow melted into it. His voice is gruff and holds little humor - unconsciously, Niki feels her shoulders tense. 

 “Phil, call a Syndicate meeting.”

 ---

 Phil, per usual, is unrelenting, so it’s not until a quick dinner and some hurried messages to their final member later that the Syndicate is gathered in their meeting room, Techno pacing the length of the room as they wait in their respective seats. He looks less frazzled than he did when he first entered the house, in part due to Phil’s sitting him down to eat and picking through his fur to smooth it out of its windblown spikes and tangles - Techno had grumbled at him to stop preening him, but looked a lot more relaxed by the time they were all finished with their food. Still, his ear flicks periodically, twitching toward ssome sound that Niki can’t hear, movements tighter and jerkier than she is used to. He’d always been a little flightier after the prison, but not quite like this - everything here feels like that but dialed up to eleven. Inexplicably, it reminds her of Dream. 

 “Techno?” Phil gestures towards his seat, prompting, and he settles into it with an obliging huff. 

 “Y’know, Phil, the code names are kinda pointless if we never use ‘em,” he says, words carrying no real heat - he looks back at the rest of them, lips thinning into a line. “Anyway. I called this meeting because I found a couple leads on Dream.” 

 “O-oh,” Ranboo stutters, tail lashing behind him. 

 “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, mate,” Phil reminds him gently, a sentiment that Niki affirms with a determined nod. 

 “There’ve been some reports- rumors, really,” Techno says, calling their attention again, and they all turn towards him, “of increased activity around the prison again. The Warden spending more time on its grounds, movement seen around the walls and around the portal- so I decided to go check it out for myself.” 

 Niki frowns, and watches as Phil does the same beside her - Techno had seemed to avoid the prison if he could help it, save for when he went on the initial mission to break Dream out. It was no secret to them that he didn’t exactly like the place. 

 “We could’ve helped if you asked,” Phil reminds him, and Techno shakes his head. 

 “I know, Phil. It’s just- that place is bad news. I’d rather keep you guys away from there if I can-” his hand goes to his head with a poorly hidden wince. “Sorry, Chat’s a little- worked up, at the minute.” 

 “Sorry, we’ll stop interrupting you,” Niki says, cutting off Phil before he says anything else. “So you went to the prison?” 

 Techno takes a second to gather his thoughts, mumbling quietly in the way that usually means he’s telling off Chat. “Right- I decided to stake out the portal. The rumors were right- Sam has been hanging around there, entered and left the prison four times yesterday. And today-” he hesitates, expression visibly darkening. “This morning, about an hour after the Warden arrived, Quackity came to the prison and went through the portal. He left the grounds about six hours later.” 

 “Quackity?” Niki frowns, eyes flicking over to how Phil has stilled in his seat. “What is Quackity doing at the prison?” 

 Phil ignores her question, reaching towards Techno, something indiscernible in his gaze. “Mate…”

 “He smelled of blood when he left,” Techno says, words sharp, and Niki feels her heart skip a beat. “Warden left about half an hour after, and I came back here.” 

 Ranboo clears his throat, sounding tentative. “Okay,” he drums his hand on the table when they turn towards him, eyebrows drawn, “but what, exactly, does this have to do with, uh, Dream?” 

 Techno and Phil trade glances, one of their bouts of unspoken conversation that Niki’s grown extremely used to. They seem strangely hesitant, she notes internally, Phil looking towards Techno with a question written clearly in the planes of his face. Techno sighs, a long puff of air through his lips as he closes his eyes and turns his face towards the table. 

 “You know how Dream was- injured,” he starts slowly, looking back up at them. Niki shifts uncomfortably - of course she noticed, it was impossible not to - if not the bandages that peeked under his sleeves and the cuffs of his pants, then how skinny he’d been, all skin and bones curled up uncomfortably in a pile at the corner of Techno’s couch. She’d not know the extent, by any means, and had always assumed that they’d been self-inflicted - she’d been in a bad enough place on her own before to know how your head can make you want to hurt, sometimes, how eating food can feel like choking on sawdust and the world could feel so much smaller when focused into delicate pricks of pain. Phil’s eyes are trained on Techno - on his face, then on the pinkish raised skin of a still-healing scar along his forearm, and she feels understanding settle like a rock in her gut. 

 “The Warden had apparently been lettin’ Quackity into the cell to torture Dream for the revive book,” Techno trails off, eyes narrowed and seemingly fixed on a random point of the opposite wall. “By the time I go there, it’d been goin’ on for months.”

 “But wait,” Ranboo’s tail moves even more erratically behind him, “You mean you think he’s back- there? How?” 

 “He has to be back in the prison,” Techno points out. “I can’t imagine anyone besides him that the two of them are goin’ to just start torturin’- Sam had been iffy about the whole thing when Quackity started in on me. It has to be Dream in there again.” 

 “But how did he get in there, then?” Ranboo asks, visibly confused. “Last time it took the entire server to lock him up!”

 “There were no signs of a struggle,” Niki points out, matter of fact. “I believe you, Techno, but I don’t really know how they managed to drag him back so easily. I can’t imagine he was jumping at the chance to go back in there.” 

 Techno shakes his head with an uneasy sigh. 

 “I have a feelin’ of what might’ve happened,” he says quietly. “And I really hope that I’m wrong and he’s less of an idiot than I think he is.” 

 ---

 They set out to investigate - and maybe attack - the next day, Techno and Phil taking on the bulk of preparations as Ranboo stays behind. He’d been understandably uneasy about the whole mission, so they’d left him back by the Syndicate room to set off their pearls in case anything went wrong. (“By the end of the day,” Techno had said, giving Phil a look with the corner of his lip quirked upwards, “don’t be like Phil here and think I meant the end of the month, alright?”) They’d all be supplied with armor and weapons, thanks to Phil, but she’d been handed the bulk of their potions, arranged neatly in her inventory by type in case they’d be needed. She lingers in the back of the room as Phil and Techno chat amiably over the sound of making last minute repairs on their armor, listens to Techno’s ceaseless reminders for Phil to be careful, watches as they make sure that their stasis chambers are properly prepared should they need them.

 (She watches as Phil nudges Techno’s shoulder when he lingers behind a certain chair, empty as long as she’s been part of the Syndicate, the fountain behind it bubbling quietly without a pearl inside. Techno sighs, expression strange. 

 “Should’ve set him up with one,” he says, quiet, and Phil pats him on the back. 

 “You couldn’t have known, mate. We wanted to wait a little before telling him about the Syndicate, remember?” 

 Techno hums, noncommittal. “Still.”)

 They Nether travel to the site of Techno’s lookout, which ends up being a little shambling thing with dirt walls dug into a small hill looking towards the prison portal, having hardly enough space to fit the three of them. Phil looks at it with no small amount of apprehension, and Techno shrugs lightly, wearing an expression that makes Phil turn to him with a look that makes Niki break into giggles. Techno crosses his arms- “in my defense-” and Phil looks up at the dirt ceiling with a long-suffering sigh. 

 “You couldn’t have made this a little roomier, mate?” Phil asks, voice dry as kindling, and Techno raises his hands by his head. 

 “Hey hey, it’s discreet, it gets the job done, it’s perfectly structurally sound-” the sound of the leftmost wall crumbling, along with the cloud of dust that puffs from it and fills their tiny space, undermines the tail end of his statement and leaves him sputtering, Niki falling into another fit of quiet giggles. Underneath it all, Phil sighs again, raising his wings behind him. 

 “...these are going to take so long to clean out.” 

 To his credit, Techno looks sheepish. “Sorry, Phil.”

 They sober up quickly; Techno turns around to the opposite side of the hill, where he’s hidden some peepholes inside the dirt - Niki settles herself by one, leaning forwards to put her eye to it and catch a glimpse of the prison looming over the water. It’s been repaired since the breakout, she notes, the gaping hole in the roof completely gone and replaced with obsidian, as intimidating and undamaged as it had been before, if not more so. Phil makes a considering sound from behind her.

 “Same plan as last time?” He asks, and Techno shakes his head. 

 “They’ve probably reinforced it, and Dream’s blueprints won’t include anything new the Warden’s added. I wouldn’t be surprised if they moved Dream to a different location completely. We don’t want to draw too much attention, either, we were cutting it pretty close during the breakout.” He narrows his eyes. “I was thinking we’d try something a little stealthier, this time. “ 

 He gestures at Niki, who blinks back at him with wide eyes. 

 “You got a couple of invis potions for us?”

 She distributes the potions among them all, one regular and two splash potions of invisibility each, and Techno points towards the prison once she’s done. 

 “The most important thing is to get through the portal,” he says with a grim expression. “Worst comes to worst, once we’re inside we can always blast our way through - but gettin’ through that portal is our first priority.” 

 Phil narrows his eyes at him. “The portal is locked, though. We’ll need to follow someone else inside- and I’m pretty sure Sam uses pearls, so he’s out.” 

 Techno nods. “Which is why I’m bankin’ on the prison gettin’ another visitor today. We’ll just have to wait.” 

 Niki swallows. “Do you mean-”

 “Quackity?” Techno turns away, not quite meeting her eyes. “I’m not totally sure, but he’s not exactly the type to just give up on his goals. He’s pretty predictable- an empire needs an emperor, always needs something new to rule- you know the type,” he says, tipping his head towards Phil. “He’ll be mad at Dream for disappearin’ on him and won’t miss the opportunity to prove he has the upper hand again. I’m not sure that he’s going to come today-”

 “-but you wouldn’t really be surprised, either,” Phil finishes for him, eyes steely with cold determination. “I trust your judgement, mate. Just stay safe- from what I’ve heard, Quackity has been...erratic.” 

 “When is he not,” Techno huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, Phil. Just be careful, both of you. Don’t get too close. And if things get messy- which is what we’re tryin’ to avoid, by the way- then don’t do anything too risky. Our priority is gettin’ in and out alive.” 

 “We can handle ourselves, Techno,” Niki reminds him with a small smile. “And Ranboo is there in case anything goes wrong.” 

 “Alright, then. Here’s the plan.” 

 ---

 It takes quite a long time for Quackity to arrive, long minutes that Niki spends fidgeting in the corner of the room, brushing her hands over seams of the netherite plates that Phil had shoved into her hands, back at the Syndicate room. The set is inexplicably light - not weightless, by any means, as it is still netherite, but not nearly as bulky as any set of netherite armor she’s owned or seen in the past. The runes are precise, lines thin and exact, written with graceful strokes of lapis. 

 “Phil’s the best metalworker I’ve ever met,” Techno tells her with a small grin, catching her in the middle of tracing what she can make out as an Unbreaking rune along the metal strapped to her forearm. “But then again, he’s had the time to practice.” 

 “Are you calling me old again?” Phil huffs, and Techno flashes a smile her direction before looking at Phil with a slight grin. 

 “Well, Chat is,” he says, lips twitching when Phil glares back. 

 “You can’t just blame Chat every time you insult me, you little shit,” Phil groans, and Techno only grins wider. 

 “Phil, my ad revenue,” he complains, a dramatic lilt to his voice that has Niki stifling a snort, and Phil’s glare only grows deadlier. 

 “You’ll have more than your ad revenue to worry about if you keep this up,” he mumbles, going back to keep watch at one of the peepholes and stilling as he does. “Shit- Techno, Quackity’s here.” 

 Techno straightens up, hindered slightly by the low ceiling of their room. “Alright- we all know the plan, right?” 

 Niki nods in the affirmative, pulling out a splash invis and letting it settle in her hand, the glass cool beneath her fingertips. She reaches into her inventory and lets her armor fade into it, takes a deep breath and watches as the two across from her do the same. She doesn’t wear armor often, but so close to the prison, feeling mining fatigue settling deep into her bones - she’s never missed the security it offers more. Techno keeps watch, waiting- drops his arm in a signal. Now. 

 Niki throws the potion at their feet, flinching back at the sound of shattering glass and feeling its effects seep into her skin. When she opens her eyes, she can’t see anything but the inside of the room that they’d holed themselves in and the faintest of wisps rising from where their feet must be, curling around the grass. 

 (Please let this work, she begs to no one in particular as they walk towards the prison. And if you can hear me- please keep us all safe.)

 She hardly breathes as they follow Quackity across the path, holding someone’s hand in her own - Phil’s, by the feel of it - careful to muffle her footsteps in the grass and stand still whenever Quackity’s eyes come a little too close. Thankfully for them, he seems focused, hardly stopping or looking around at all as he walks towards the prison’s portal, movements stiff as he walks forward. He punches the button on the wall particularly harshly, and Sam’s voice comes crackling through a speaker a second later. 

 “I’m here for my visit,” Quackity says, punctuating the sentence with a snort of laughter that doesn’t sound particularly sincere. Niki hasn’t seen him in a long while, not after everything that happened in Pogtopia, and she feels a chill worm down her spine - this man looks nothing like the one that had laughed and danced and sung at her birthday party what feels like an eternity ago. What happened? 

 Sam sighs, the sound turning into a sharp burst of static through the speakers. “Hello Quackity,” he says, voice deep and tired. “Please step into the portal after I tell you to and then wait on the other side.” 

 “I know the drill, Sam,” Quackity rolls his eyes. “Just because the bastard was gone for a few weeks doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how this damn place works.” 

 “Just going through protocol, Quackity,” Sam replies, and something about this response has Quackity exploding into a brief fit of laughter, the sound grating against Niki’s ears. She feels her grip tighten on Phil’s hand, air caught in her throat. 

 “Protocol- ha. Whatever you wanna tell yourself, pal.” Quackity smiles, cold and cruel, and Niki tries not to think about how she’d seen that same grin on Wilbur, eyes sparkling from the light of the lanterns hung from the bridges and walls of their ravine, remember how she’d looked into them and realized her old friend wasn’t there, anymore. Quackity disappears into the portal, and after a second, the hand around her own pulls her inside of it too.

 On the other side, Quackity taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms and waiting- Sam’s voice comes through the speakers again, words clipped. 

 “Go through the portal,” he says, and Quackity does- once again, they wait for a second for his body to disappear, then go within it themselves, pressed close enough together within its frame for Niki to feel the warmth of a wing wrap around her shoulders for a quick second before they’re out of the hot, stifling air of the Nether and into a large, neatly made lobby of blackstone and quartz. They duck into a corner, watching as Quackity moves towards the front counter, the Warden waiting there with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks- tired. His movements are slow, footsteps loud against the floor, shoulders tense and back hunched. He walks around the counter, sword strapped to his belt, and Niki feels her breath hitch at the sight of dried blood still stuck to the blade in patches and splatters.

 “He ready?” Quackity asks, holding his hands out - Niki catches a flash of metal as Sam drops something into them, watches as Quackity raises what ends up being a pair of shears, dangerous-looking and gleaming with enchants, to the light. 

 “Yes,” Sam says, side-eyeing Quackity with a small glare. “You know, it’s supposed to be your job to clean those things off when you’re done with them.”

 “I told you, busy day back in Las Nevadas yesterday,” Quackity waves a hand- “I’ll do it, alright? Don’t get all pissy now. What happened to being partners?” 

 “You said we’d be done with this months ago, Quackity,” Sam sighs, and Niki feels a light tug on her arm as Quackity and Sam begin to walk towards the wall to the right of them, breathes in slow and deep as she follows Techno and Phil towards the others. The wall yawns open with the hiss of redstone firing and pistons pulling blocks upwards, opening into a dark hallway that feels like entering the maw of some sort of giant, insatiable beast. They step inside as one, and the door shuts behind them. 

 “We’ll be done soon enough,” Quackity says, and Niki feels hairs rising on the back of her neck. “Trust me.” 

 They stalk forwards through a labyrinth of blackstone, Niki brushing the palms of her hand against her clothes when it goes clammy from adrenaline. Halfway through, she pauses to tip back a second potion of invisibility, careful to keep her movements slow and steady as not to make a sound - the liquid is silvery, cool and light on her tongue, and she lets the effects wash over her with her breath caught in her lungs before moving forward. The tunnels are simpler than she’d expected, bearing little obstacles or checkpoints - Quackity makes a wry comment a second after (“Guard tunnels today, huh? Appreciate the hustle, pal-”) that confirms her suspicions. Despite the potion particles still whirling around their bodies and the sounds of their footsteps, too loud in her own ears, they manage to make it forwards without much trouble, entering a large room with a doorway filled completely with a curtain of lava. 

 “Set your spawn,” Sam says, still stoic, and Quackity rolls his eyes again before doing as told. Niki keeps looking back at the lava flowing past the wall, its heat filling the room and making her already slick palms even worse, and Sam moves to the side to flick a lever, eyes trained on the lava slowly bubbling in front of him. 

 “Give me your tools?” Quackity asks, and Sam sighs before doing so - Niki watches as he hands over a netherite axe, then potions, then a few raw potatoes that Quackity accepts and puts into his inventory. Sam raises an eyebrow once he’s done, hand tight around the handle of his trident. 

 “You bring your own sword, today?” He asks, seeming irritated, and Quackity shrugs. 

 “Sorry pal, I need to make a new one. Guess I’m borrowing yours again.” 

 Sam sighs again, louder, and hands over his sword as well, watching as Quackity swings it a few times experimentally. The blade skims a little too close to her on one swing and she can’t quite help the squeak that escapes her lips as she throws herself out of the way, feels her heart hammer in her ears as she backs up against the wall. Please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that-

 “Quackity, wait.” Sam raises a hand, ear twitching as he looks over in her direction with narrowed eyes. “I think I heard something.”

 Oh fuck.

 “Well, guess show’s up then,” Techno drawls, and both of them whirl towards his voice, giving Niki enough time to pull her armor back on, scrambling to get her sword and shield in her hands as Phil does the same besides her. Pieces of armor appear where Techno is standing, then a bucket of milk- oh, why must her friends be so dramatic- and Techno’s standing there, smiling sharply, with Orphan Obliterator held loosely at his side. “Let’s get this done, then.” 

 As one, Techno and Phil blur into action - Techno moves forward to catch the prongs of Sam’s trident on his blade as Phil parries Quackity’s blows with his own sword- they move fluidly, easily covering each other’s backs as the room devolves into chaos. Niki remembers their guidance as she flits in and out of the fight, scoring quick hits to keep the Warden and Quackity off balance while remaining out of range from their weapons, and it’s not long before both of them have fallen with a spray of items and experience orbs scattered all over the floor. 

 Techno moves over to block off the exposed face of the bed with a block, looking over at the two of them with an uncharacteristically severe expression. “They’ll be back soon- we have to move fast. Niki, you have those fire res, right?” 

 She nods as she reaches into her inventory, finding the potion’s orange-pink glow and smashing it at their feet. They dive into the lava together, Niki scrambling to keep up, her arms struggling to move through the thick lava, loses sight of both until she flails into something directly in front of her and hands are pulling her up out of the lava. 

 “There you go, mate,” Phil smiles down at her as hauls herself to her feet, making a face at the feeling of the lava clinging to her clothes. “Yeah, swimming through lava isn’t exactly fun. You good?” She flashes him a thumbs up, and he laughs- “Niki, you’re still invisible.” She flushes pink- right.

 A few sips of milk later, she gives him a proper thumbs up, and he laughs, loud and bright. She looks past him to where Techno’s crouched over something- someone, she realizes with a start, in the corner. Dream’s back in prison clothes, ragged and ill-fitting, and he’s curled up with his back towards the front of the cell, shaking enough to be obvious even from where she’s standing. Techno speaks lowly, voice barely more than a deep rumble in the air, almost inaudible.

 “You there, Dream?” 

 She watches as Dream turns his head, looking up with wide, bleary eyes. His hair flops in front of his face, and something within her itches to brush it out of the way. “T-Techno?”

 “Yeah nerd, who else?” Techno smiles, and Dream seems to blink awake, drawing himself up with a shuddery breath. 

 “Techno- it’s a trap- what are you doing here?” he hisses, and Techno gives him a look, deadpan.

 “Yeah, yeah, it’s a trap- come on, Dream, we’ve been over this by now, bro. You have to know that their traps aren’t goin’ to do anything to me by now,” Techno rolls his eyes, reaching forward to steady his hands on Dream’s shoulders when the other man sputters and struggles to breathe. “Easy, now. Geez, you wanted to prove me wrong about being homeless bad enough that you came back here? We could’ve just made you a house, you know. You didn’t have to go this far.” 

 “I- they were gonna kill you,” Dream breathes, face twisted up uncomfortably, and his eyes flick past Techno’s face to where Phil and Niki are standing at the opposite wall of the cell. “All of you- they said-”

 “And that’s what I thought you’d say,” Techno groans. “Come on, you idiot, I thought you were smarter than this-” 

 “They were right there, Techno!” Dream fires back, eyes alight. “You- they were right there, what were you thinking, they could’ve-!”

 “And my best friend is a necromancer, remember?” Techno shakes his head. “Come on, Dream- Sam and Quackity? You know we can handle them in a fight, especially when you can just revive us if anything goes wrong. You don’t have to do this whole self-sacrifice thing, bro- there’s only so many times I can break into the same prison, y’know.” 

 “You’re so stupid,” Dream huffs, but he leans in anyway, head just barely settling against Techno’s shoulder. “I- I can’t believe. You’re so dumb.” 

 “Hey, don’t be sayin’ that to the guy that’s breakin’ you out of prison,” Techno laughs, slinging Dream over his shoulder with an easy motion and laughing harder when it makes him yelp. “That’s just bein’ ungrateful. You’re making Chat sad, man, and when they’re sad they don’t subscribe-” 

 “I regret this entirely,” Dream says, voice muffled against Techno’s shirt, tone completely flat. “Put me down- you idiot- I’m staying here. You’re worse than Quackity.” 

 “Rude. Now you’ve really made Chat mad. I demand an apology-” 

 “Boys, boys.” Niki can’t help giggling, watching the way their gazes snap towards her, rolling her eyes as she moves forward with a few potions held loosely in her hand. “Dream, do you want a health pot?” 

 Dream seems to deliberate for a second, before nodding at her, expression slightly strained. “...sure.” 

 “You two can finish your argument after we’ve broken out of the biggest maximum security prison on the server,” Phil drawls from behind her, arms crossed at his chest. “Come on, now, before Sam gets back.” 

 “Isn’t this the only maximum security prison on the server?” Techno asks aloud, an amused expression on his face - one that only gets worse when Phil glares at him with one ice-blue eye. 

 “Shut-” he sighs, shaking his head. “You two are chaotic little shits, you know that?”

 “Don’t compare me to him, Phil,” Techno complains, Dream mirroring his words with muffled protests of his own, and Phil breathes another drawn-out, long-suffering sigh as he rubs at the bridge of his nose. 

 “Niki, give us some fire res please?” 

 She finds the potion bottle between giggles, throwing it to the ground as she tries to choke down the laughter rapidly bubbling up her throat. “Of course, Phil.” 

 She looks back at Techno and Dream before jumping into the lava, the two of them once again lost in some sort of argument, Dream draped over Techno’s shoulder. He’s breathing easier now, she notes, and Techno looks looser too - a little less tense, leaning back with a perpetual quirk to the corner of his lip as they fire insults back and forth. This is familiar, she recognizes with a soft twist in her chest, the same way that Phil and Techno can finish each other’s sentences and look at each other with laughing eyes sharing the same memories of the past, the same way Ranboo watches Techno’s every step as he adjusts his stance and lifts his sword and Techno laughs and calls him a main character in turn, the same way she and Phil will settle together on the porch over cups of tea and sit at each other’s sides for hours. The rhythm between them is one well-established, the road well-worn - she imagines them, huddled in this dingy cell for months together, and breathes in slow and deep. 

 “Come on,” she smiles, making sure to keep it on her face when Dream meets her eyes with wide, startled ones of his own. Dream still isn’t an ally, and isn’t a friend. 

 But - she watches as he smiles back, something inexplicably warm in her chest - maybe, one day, he could be.

[undertale-writing-times]

Error.

"I will wait for you."

Here we go!

It's a bit different than the others, hope you don't mind that :)

Error never believed that he would ever fall in love with someone. Love was for monsters that were good, and he knew that he wasn't good. He has literally killed so many worlds, worlds full of people.

Of course those worlds needed to be erased though, they were full of mistakes, abominations! It was better for them to get taken out. Plus, if the multiverse got cluttered too much, it would start to cause a lot of problems and that's, honestly, one of the main reasons why he was the 'bad' guy of the story.

Ink was an idiot who only cared about AU's, not the beings inside of those AU's but no, please, tell me how INK is the one that's the good guy in every story!

Whatever though.

He did fall in love, and they meant a lot to him. He did so much to try to make them happy, even if they were just some lonely little human...

Until they passed on.

He knew that they were getting older, it would be hard to not notice and realize that. Humans' ages weren't exactly that long compared to monsters, and he couldn't exactly die. He wasn't sure why he couldn't, just he couldn't.

Not of old age, of course.

The day that his datemate passed, he had a little feeling that a part of him did as well. Why must everything that he valued get taken away from him?

He knew that he wasn't a good guy, not at all, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't deserve nice things occasionally! Right? Or... did it mean just that?

He didn't mess anything up for a little while after that.

He didn't fight Ink.

He didn't destroy any AU's.

He didn't do anything.

Until he started to feel better, and the sadness that he felt had long since turned to anger. He didn't care that he was taking others away from people, if he didn't have anyone, then they didn't deserve them either!

He erased a lot of AU's during that time, the protector not being able to stop him and the feeling of their fear, the sadness that he could sense from them all in the AU... made him start to feel better.

Now he and Ink were back to normal, or at least as normal as they could be. Sometimes Ink would tease him about his old datemate which would always get a violent reaction out of Error. Ink seemed to find it funny, most of the time.

How annoying.

And today, there was something new. Something that... Error never expected to happen again.

He saw them again.

Error had just been watching an AU that he thought he would erase, something called... Overtale? He didn't know. It didn't seem all that interesting, just the opposite of Undertale. Monsters were humans and humans were monsters. Or something?

Before he could even get up to go and erase that AU, or think about doing it, he heard something. His eye sockets widen looking back at the glitch hole his mouth opening a little.

"Sam! Stop it, you know that Peter doesn't like puns"

It was them... What was his old datemate doing there? He flexes his fingers mumbling something under his breath that he didn't even know what he said. He stands up, going into the AU.

That one wasn't going to get erased just yet. He just wants his datemate back.

Of course he knew that this wasn't really his datemate, it was... someone that looked just like them. It might have been an AU version of them, and he knew that he should not trust them, or like them.

He did like them though.

If they were his datemate's AU, then that must mean that they're at least a little similar, right?

They have to be! He's just... he really needs them, and he can't handle the idea of them being out there. They'd have no idea who he is, he knows that they wouldn't remember him and that's going to hurt a lot.

But they could learn to love him again! Can't they?

He would wait for them.

[bourbonbees]

Suptober Day 9 - Body Mods

Debauchery and Ink

Dean is in charge of Sam's bachelor party. He brings Cas along for the ride. Charlie is there as a supportive little sister. There’s a blow-up doll named Carmen? Garth pulls out a secret talent, and Adam just makes things weird for everyone. Jack learns what a hangover is! There's also strippers and tattoos, what else does a bachelor party need?

Alternatively- the fic in which everyone parties maybe just a little too hard.

Read below the cut or on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34399057

“Okay so do we have everything?” Dean asks as he finishes loading a keg of beer into Baby’s backseat. He’s in charge of booze, and well sort of everything which is fair because it’s not every day your little brother gets married. Dean also happens to be an expert in debauchery which is exactly what bachelor parties are all about.

“Yeah I think so. Though, I still do not understand the purpose of the inflatable woman.” Cas says, crinkling his nose up at the blow-up doll Dean has also crammed into the backseat.

“Hey that’s Carmen and she’s a lady.” Dean huffs, putting a case of whiskey and bourbon bottles into the trunk.

“You gave her a name, really?” Cas sighs with a roll of his eyes, making Dean laugh.

“Is it possible that you’re jealous of a blow-up doll? Aww honey, you’re cute when you’re jealous.” Dean pouts, patting Cas’ ass and earning a swat on the arm.

“No, but I’m still not keen on the entertainment you’ve hired. I really don’t think Sam will enjoy the strippers you hired. Nor Eileen really.” Cas points out, getting into the passenger seat.

“You kidding me? She helped me pick the girls out. She’s all for anything that embarrasses the shit out Sam. She’s awesome! I wanted to invite her to come with but you said no, remember? Killjoy.” Dean loves his partner but sometimes he really knows how to ruin a good time, like robbing him of the opportunity to spend an evening plotting different ways to embarrass Sam with his fiancée. Rude.

“She’s unconventional, isn’t she? I guess that’s perfect for Sam, he is of course an abomination.” Cas is chuckling, resting a hand on Dean’s thigh as he drives. Dean has never felt so lucky, having a partner who not only tolerates his shenanigans but joins in on teasing Sam. There’s only a handful of people he allows that privilege, himself, Eileen, Cas, and sometimes Jack.

“So, Jack is good with keeping Sam busy until we’re ready?” Dean asks, glancing at Cas as they drive down the backroads to the Cabin he’s rented for the bachelor party festivities.

“Yeah, he’s got him preoccupied with building a very difficult Lego model. Something related to that space movie they both like, with the woman with cinnamon roll hair.” Cas says with a proud expression.

“Star Wars, the movie is Star Wars and her name is Princess Leia. Come on man. If Jack or Sam heard you say that you never hear the end of it.” Dean groans, unable to help feeling a bit soft and fond.

When they reach the cabin, Charlie is already there waiting for them.

“Hey bitches! You’re late!” She calls out, lowering her sunglasses to look at them.

“That is entirely Dean’s fault, he wouldn’t get out of bed this morning then you know, he needs his coffee.” Cas, that bastard, selling him out without a single thought, Dean will remember this later when he starts acting all cute and trying to get him to go to bed.

“Nice to see you too sis.” Dean says as he pulls Charlie into a hug.

“It is. I missed you. You big lug!” Charlie laughs, Dean loves hearing her laugh, she’s the best and deserves to be this happy all the time.

“Cas called Star Wars a space movie and said Leia has cinnamon roll hair.” Dean blurts out, Cas looking at him as if he’s committed the ultimate betrayal.

“Wow, okay. I’m going to try not to take that personally.” Charlie says with an open-mouthed expression, hand over her heart.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with you both all evening, with access to alcohol and strippers.” Cas frowns, rubbing at his forehead exasperatedly.

“I know, it’s awesome!” Dean laughs, wrapping an arm around Cas. “Love you.” He hums, kissing his cheek.

“I love you too, unfortunately.” Cas replies, making Dean break into a wide shit eating grin.

“Alright that’s enough smooching, let’s get to work Bert and Ernie.” Charlie teases, grabbing Carmen out of the backseat and carrying the doll toward the cabin. Dean and Cas follow behind, Dean tries to contain himself when Cas lifts two kegs of beer as if they weigh nothing.

“You’re drooling.” Of course, Charlie catches him, whacking him over the head with Carmen.

“One, shut up, two, did you just hit me in the head with inflatable tits?” Dean fish mouths, taking a moment to right himself. “I’ve never been prouder of you.” He teases, unloading the rest of the decorations, drinks, and party supplies.

The three of them make quick work setting everything up and before long the rest of the guests arrive, well only two, technically three if you count a symbiote angel, it’s hard to make friends when you live like Sam and Dean do. Garth comes with pies made by Bess, Dean makes a mental note to send her a thank you for being the best. Adam arrives a bit later, being around him always makes Dean a bit uncomfortable. It’s a toss-up if it’s the awkward family dynamic or the fact that he was playing host to an alternate version of the angel that forcibly possessed him that bothers him more. But Sam insists that they try to play nice since he is their half-brother. So, Dean will suck it up for the evening.

Dean could propose to Cas on the spot when he picks up on the tension and suggestions they all tap the keg and have a beer. “Thank you.” He smiles, pecking his lips, deciding the proposal should probably wait.

“He’s not here tonight. Well he’s here in my head, but not here here, we have an understanding that I’m in control tonight.” Adam offers when Dean fails trying to dodge him in the kitchen.

“Oh, okay. Yeah. Sorry, I know I’m still like weird about all this. But Sam specifically told me he wants you to be a part of all the wedding festivities. So, uh, I’m trying.” Dean explains, sipping his beer and looking around desperately for an out.

“I’m not a monster you know, I can’t help that John was my dad any more than you can. And my situation with Michael, is it really all that different from yours with Cas? Angel on your shoulder and all that.” Adam shrugs, taking a long sip of his beer.

“I mean, it’s really different. Cas is my partner, we’re uh-dating. Profound bond and all that.” Dean defends with a raised brow.

“How do you know Michael and I aren’t involved?” Adam challenges.

“Can you? Is that even? I don’t wanna know actually. I saw Venom, that’s enough of that for me.” Dean pauses, recalling how deeply he’d regretted doing a cursory search about Venom after watching the movie and wanting to maybe see some more photos of Tom Hardy.

“You need to open your mind Dean. Considering the things you’ve seen, you’re surprisingly closed off.” Adam is fucking with him, maybe he is Winchester after all, he seems very capable of all the family mind games.

“Shuddup. The last time I opened my mind the evil version of your parasite boyfriend took my body for a joy ride. I’m good.” Dean mutters, a shiver running up and down his spine at the memory.

“Fair enough. Well, for what it’s worth. I think you and I have more in common than you think. Maybe after a few drinks we might even be able to be friends.” Adam smirks as he refills his plastic cup with beer.

“We shall see.” Dean mutters, walking away before things could get any weirder.

Thankfully, not long after, Jack texts him that he’s on his way with Sam. “Alright, Sammy is on the way!” He tells the party, everyone finishing up the last of the decorating. Cas uses his angel powers to hang some streamers from the rafters while Charlie busies herself arranging snacks on the table. Adam and Garth work on starting a fire out back of the cabin. Garth isn’t bothered in the least by Adam, which makes sense, Dean figures he could make friends with just about anything or anyone.

When Sam is minutes away, the group all find hiding places inside the cabin, turning off all the lights. Once it’s dark Cas finds Dean and pulls him in for discrete kiss, letting it linger for bit and smiling as he pulls away. “Stop.” Dean whispers, laughing softly.

“Stop what?” Cas asks innocently, nuzzling his nose against Dean’s cheek.

“Being so damn cute.” Dean answers, nudging their shoulders together. He leans in for another kiss getting a bit lost in it until Charlie throws a chip at his head.

“Focus Winchester.” She hisses, pointing to where headlights were gleaming through the front windows of the cabin.

A moment later the door creaks open and Jack walks into the cabin, Sam following after and cursing as he bumps into the lamp near the door.

“You sure this is a case. This place doesn’t seem haunted Jack. I think I saw a fire outside in the pit. Maybe it’s just squatters.” Sam observes, looking around the cabin.

Dean counts down and Charlie flips on the lights.

“Surprise!” They all shout, jumping out from their hiding spots. Sam quickly grabs his gun and pulls it out, aiming around the room, hunter instincts kicking in. Maybe surprising him wasn’t the best idea that Dean has had.

“Woah, woah. It’s us! Happy bachelor party!” Dean says, hands in the air.

“Oh, oh, sorry guys.” Sam blushes putting his gun away. “Thanks, this is great.” He adds once he gets his bearings and looks around the cabin at the decorations. “You really did surprise me. Obviously.” He laughs, walking up to Dean and giving him a hug.

“Hey Sammy! Congrats man.” Garth supplies, patting Sam on the back.

“Adam, you’re here. Hey!” Sam grins as he spots his half-brother, sending Dean a thankful look before going to say hi.

“You did the right thing Dean, inviting him. You’re a great big brother.” Charlie says as she hands Dean a plastic glass with a shot of whiskey in it.

“And you’re a great little sister.” He laughs, taking the shot and then holding it out for her to pour another.

The drinks start flowing after that. They all drink heavily, going outside and standing around the campfire Garth and Adam built. Dean makes it a point to tell as many embarrassing stories as possible about Sam, enjoying his overdramatic reactions. At some point Garth pulls out an acoustic guitar, earning a groan from everyone. He ends up being actually pretty good and they all sing along when he plays American Pie.

“This’ll be the day that I die.” Dean slurs along, raising his cup full of beer to Garth as the song ends. “Garth, you’re a man of many talents. You never stop surprising me.” He hiccups, he is definitely a lot drunker than he planned.

“I would like an alcohol please.” Jack says as he approaches Dean and Cas where they are sitting on a log together.

“Absolutely not.” Cas responds, shaking his head at Jack.

“Come on Cas, he can have one drink. I’ve got some wine coolers. Sammy likes them sometimes, he’ll never admit it because he’s a little bitch, but I know he loves the fuzzy navel ones.” Dean laughs before poking the tip of Cas’ nose. “They’re basically juice.” He shrugs, reaching into the cooler next to him and pulling one out.

“Alright, but just one Jack, you don’t have a tolerance for alcohol and you’re only four.” Cas resigns, knowing Dean was going to find a way to give Jack the sugary drink either way.

Dean opens the wine cooler with his teeth, Cas watching in horror and amusement, then hands it off to Jack. Jack takes a sip and takes a moment to process what he’s tasting. He scrunches his nose up in a way that’s undeniably Cas, definitely his son, Dean thinks.

“It’s good! Very sweet! Tastes like peaches.” Jack enthuses, taking another big swig.

“Enjoy kid.” Dean says, clinking his plastic cup against the bottle and downing the rest of the beer in one drink.

“Slow down Dean, you’re not going to feel well tomorrow.” Cas warns, clearly used to tending to grumpy Dean and his hangovers.

“Shhh, let me be.” Dean giggles, placing a finger to Cas’ lips and then stealing a kiss. Cas simply laughs fondly and wraps an arm around him, helping him stay steady.

“Dean, they’re here.” Charlie says, beckoning for Dean to come into the cabin.

“Who’s here?” Sam asks cautiously.

“The strippers! Surprise!” Dean yells triumphantly, pulling on Sam’s arm and brining him inside. “Don’t worry, all Eileen approved. She’s got good taste, funny she ended up with you.” Dean teases, blowing a raspberry at Sam.

“Oh no.” Sam whines as a scantily clad brunette wraps a feathery boa around him and pushes him down into a chair. Her name is Destiny, Dean remembers because he and Eileen both agreed she had nice boobs.

“Oh yes!” Charlie laughs, pulling out a wad of cash and tucking some into a blonde dancer’s top.

The party is in full swing, the dancers making their way around the room and dancing with everyone. Cas hides in the corner, trying to make himself as invisible as possible, but a certain dancer keeps moving closer to him. Dean keeps his eyes on Cas, he’s drunk but he can still tell when his partner is uncomfortable. At first, it’s a bit funny, but after a while he can see that Cas is visibly upset by whatever she is saying and Dean goes to his rescue.

“You’ve got this whole dad thing going, it’s really working for you.” The dancer smirks, twirling her blonde hair around one hand, the other holding a lollipop. “I’ve always been attracted to a man that’s a good dad.” She adds, sucking on the lollipop. Lollipop, where has Dean seen this before. Wait a minute, it couldn’t be.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Dean asks, alcohol allowing him to explore the cracky theory he’s got going in his head.

“Gabby.” The dancer smirks, Dean gasping with an ‘ah hah’ as he puts it together.

“Gabriel!” He shouts, pointing at the dancer. “That’s not a dancer, that’s Gabriel!” He adds, Cas pulling him away and apologizing to the dancer for his partner’s behavior, mumbling about him drinking too much.

“Damn, what gave it away.” The dancer says before morphing back into Gabriel’s usual form.

“Lollipop!” Dean says triumphantly. “Told you!” He tells Cas, patting his chest.

“This is a bad trick, even for you. Sexually harassing me, crashing Sam’s party.” Cas huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Trickster, hello!” Gabriel smirks, pointing at himself and grabbing a bottle of bourbon and chugging it in one go. “You really thought you could have a party without little old me? I’ve been keeping tabs on you all. We’re family after all Cassie.” He shrugs, handing a bottle of bourbon to Castiel. “Now come on loosen up!” He encourages, Cas begrudgingly takes the bottle and chugs it.

“Gabriel?” Sam slurs when he spots him, walking over with a pink boa around his neck and nipple tassel stuck to his forehead. “Welcome to the party! Didn’t know you were coming. Let’s do shots!” He says enthusiastically, clearly already far too drunk, drunk enough to accept this all as normal.

The party kicks up another notch with Gabriel. He sets up a beer pong game, challenging Cas first and making a rule that no one uses their angel powers. Meanwhile, Jack makes his way around sneaking as many drinks as he can while Cas is preoccupied. Everyone, angel company included is very drunk by the time 2 AM rolls around.

It’s then that the fun goes maybe a bit too far.

“You know what we should do? We should get tattoos! I’ve always wanted more.” Sam suggests, now wearing Charlie’s sunglasses.

“How do you suggest we do that? We’re in the middle of nowhere and none of us can drive.” Charlie laughs, throwing popcorn at Sam and cheering when he catches it in his mouth.

“Jack can drive.” Dean offers, pointing to where Jack was sitting on the floor with Adam, munching on chips.

“Jack cannot drive! I’m drunk!” Jack says proudly.

“Jack!” Cas gasps, stifling a hiccup.

“I tricked you! I’m learning from Uncle Gabriel!” Jack grins, Gabriel clapping him on the shoulder.

“Our son is drunk. Oh no. We’re bad dads.” Dean says before bursting into giggles.

“Still a better dad than ours.” Gabriel adds, gesturing to Cas.

“And ours.” Adam adds, looking at Sam and Dean.

“I’ll drink to that. Hey, maybe you’re not half bad Adam.” Dean concedes, grabbing shots of whiskey and taking one to Adam and one to Sam, they all take them together.

“Hey, look what I can do! I fixed our problem.” Gabriel announces, manifesting a tattoo machine and pulling on some rubber gloves.

“No.” Dean shakes his head, he does not trust Gabriel with anything, especially not needles and his skin.

“Yes!” Sam counters, standing up and taking off his shirt. “But, not my face, okay. Eileen would kill me.” He adds.

“He’s right, I’ve seen her kill lots of things. She’s lethal.” Dean nods in agreement, sending Gabriel a warning expression.

“What’ll it be Sammy?” Gabriel asks as Sam sits in a chair near the dining table.

“A ring! Ooh the One Ring! I am getting married and I do love Lord of the Rings. Yeah, that’s cool right?” Sam decides, conferring with Dean who shakes his head in disbelief.

“Nerd! Seems right. Yeah.” He finally agrees, caving to Sam’s puppy eyes.

“It’s cool Sam, ignore him.” Charlie adds, taking a moment to stop making out with the dancer she had taken off to a corner.

Gabriel then starts tattooing, it’s somewhere around then that Dean blacks out. When he wakes up the next morning, he’s sleeping on the couch Cas cuddled up close to his chest. “Fuck.” He groans when he opens his eyes, his head pounding and his back stinging, he really is too old to be drinking this much or sleeping on couches.

“Morning.” Cas mumbles, opening his eyes. “How you feeling?” He checks.

“Like shit.” Dean says honestly.

“Me too.” A voice echoes, Dean looks on the floor and finds Charlie, laying between the blow-up doll and one of the dancers from the night before.

“What is happening to me?” Jack mumbles as he sits up, his hair sticking up in all directions.

“Called a hangover kid.” Adam answers, from where he was coming from the kitchen drinking a beer.

“How could you?” Sam asks, gesturing to the beer in Adam’s hand.

“Hair of the dog.” Dean and Adam say in unison, laughing at each other.

“Oh my god, tattoos, we all got tattoos.” Sam recalls, lifting his shirt and pulling the bandage off his side to reveal a small tattoo of the One Ring with elvish script.

“What does that say?” Dean asks curiously.

“Eileen. In Elvish.” Sam blushes, putting his shirt back down.

“What about you, what do you have?” He asks Dean.

“Uh, not sure I one- oh wait, fuck. My back, I thought it hurt because I slept on the couch. Cas, can you check it?” He dares to ask, sitting up and lifting up his shirt just enough to reveal his lower back. Cas just bursts into laughter as he removes the bandage. “No, no, how bad is it?” Dean is panicking, hoping it’s not something stupid like a butterfly or a portrait of Sam. “It’s coming back to me now. I actually designed this. You asked for something in Enochian.” Cas says proudly, putting Dean’s shirt back down.

“What does it say, Cas?” Dean says through gritted teeth.

“If lost return to Castiel.” Gabriel supplies as he walks into the room, a dancer on each arm.

“Gabriel!” Dean glowers, getting off the couch and making his way to the archangel, grabbing him by the front of the shirt.

“Happy bachelor party Sam!” Gabriel winks, snapping his fingers and disappearing.

Later that day they return to the bunker, showing Eileen all their tattoos which she makes fun of endlessly, aside from Sam’s which makes her well up a bit with happy tears. “Was it at least a good night?” She signs.

“The best.” Sam replies.

[dekalko-mania]

D&D: By wastefulreverie: Lester, Mikey, and Nathan were standing beside him. Mikey was fumbling with three jagged-sided dice while Lester and Nathan glared at each other. Realizing that he was awake, Lester broke eye contact with Nathan. Awkwardly, he put his hand on Danny's shoulder. "Do you want to join our campaign?" he blurted.

Danny tilted his head skeptically, "Join your what?"

Additional Tags: Dungeons and Dragons, friendship, humor, [really enjoyed the irony in this one]

Making Something Out of Nothing: By wastefulreverie: When Ishiyama calls Danny into her office, the last thing he expected was to be offered a job.

Additional Tags: Post-reveal, Teacher! Danny, 

Tiny Little Pieces of Ours: By Bellovebug: Danny Fenton was a dreamer. A dreamer of stars, of galaxies, of spaceships and sunsets and snow. He was a dreamer of wildflowers in the forest, of messages left on the insides of folders set up to take a test, of Polaroids an unknown person has dropped on the street. He was a dreamer of the things that didn't matter, because the things that did scared him.

But dreams don't last forever. And when Danny is gone, he leaves many in his wake.

(Or, a look at Danny's death, and the lives of the people in his life afterwards.)

Additional Tags: Major Character Death, hurt Danny, grieving, Sam and Tucker Centric, [This one hurt so much, but is very beautifully written. Still hurts even now lmao]

A Play to Remember: By AppleScentedLazers: When Danny's drama class puts on a play and Fenton is cast as his own crime fighting counterpart, what's the worst that could happen? With a new villain rising and lines to learn, the people of Amity start to see that there may be more to their resident ghost boy than meets the eye.

Additional Tags: Angst, [interesting reveal concept! more in-depth A-listers]

I’m Still Here: By Cordria: Buried in the backyard, Danny's locked away in a forgotten Thermos. When it's finally found seventy years later, Danny is released and he needs to learn to deal with his new life. Can he survive what the future can throw at him?

Additional Tags: Angst [definitely nostalgic angst]

The Scrapbook: By Dragon Elexus: Fearful of Jazz's idolism of the ghost-boy, Maddie tries to protect her daughter by stealing her Phantom scrapbook. But the book sparks strange questions in Maddie's mind, and she finds herself stumbling on secrets she never knew existed. Pre-PP.

Additional Tags: Family

Exposed: By ADraconicScribe: A mysterious caller has revealed that the infamous Danny Phantom is half-human, placing a five hundred thousand dollar prize to the one who exposes Phantom's secret identity. Coupled with Vlad's disappearance, the ghost fighting, and all of the efforts to capture him, Danny and his friends must tread carefully if they are to make it out with their secrets, and their lives, intact.

Additional Tags: angst, BAMF Danny Fenton, Identity Reveal, Sam and Tucker are good friends, [I cannot stress how amazing this fic is, extremely well written, such an intense plot. Endless twists and turns, so so good.]

Maybe We’ll Find Each Other: By DP_Marvel94: Phantom, the adoptive son of Clockwork, doesn't remember his life but wishes he did. Jack Fenton, ghost hunter, lost his only son at a young age. When the portal activates, a newly half-human Phantom stumbles into Jack's lab, barely a painfully familiar blue-eyed, black haired form.

Additional Tags: Full ghost to half ghost Phantom, Ghosts think halfas are abominations, father-son relationship, but neither know they’re parent and child [very very interesting story, super cool concept!]

Katzenjammer: By DannyPhantomSG1, sapphireswimming: Danny's had enough. Of everything. But thankfully Tucker understands.

Additional Tags: Oneshot, Half Ghost Angst, Hurt/comfort, Friendship

Hope Can Be a Heavy Thing to Hold: By DP_Marvel94: " I woke up here, wherever here is, with no memories. He told me my name is Daniel James Masters. He told me I am a human-ghost hybrid, like him. He told me he is my father. But I know that’s a lie; there is no way Vlad Masters, my captor is my parent. I know I have a real home somewhere out there. I have a family and friends who love me. Too bad I can’t remember anything about them."

Additional Tags: Amnesia, child abuse, Diary/journal, poor Danny can’t remember anything 

Abigail the Tree Girl: By EchoGhost: Danny didn’t see his first ghost at 14.

Additional Tags: Haunted Amity Park, Danny has always been weird, clueless Danny

Just Fourteen: By aniura: Danny Fenton is an average high school student whose biggest worry is getting the grades needed to become an astronaut. That is, until his friend Sam convinces him to step inside his parents' broken ghost portal...Updates bi-weekly on Sundays. Covers Danny's time at Casper High before the accident and the month afterwards.

Additional Tags: Angst, origin, the accident, Danny is NOT okay, [really cool fic that fills in the gaps that weren’t delved into during the show] 

The Phantom and the Knight: By savya398: After two years Danny Fenton finally felt like he was getting this whole superhero thing under control. So of course something had to come along and ruin everything.

Additional Tags: Danny Phantom/Young Justice, DC Animated Universe, [little twist on Danny’s origins]

Six Degrees of Separation: By Miss_Nihilist: Valerie Gray was not one for doubt and regret, but that was before she fell in love — and then, promptly and without a second thought, threw it away.

She wasn't looking for them to get back together or even to automatically be friends again. But maybe, just maybe, Valerie could get a second chance at being a decent person. For Danny, for herself, and for all the mistakes she had made.

Additional Tags: Moving On, Post break-up, hurt/comfort, identity reveal

Three for the Price of One: By Marsalias: They had only meant to summon ONE ghost...

Additional Tags: cult, summoning

When the Kingdom Comes Calling: By blueh: The Ghost Zone population assumes that Phantom took the crown with dignity. What they don’t know is fifteen year old Danny Fenton just wants to graduate high school, is constantly ready to throw hands with an army of eyeballs, and absolutely will not be crowned the Ghost King without a fight.

Additional Tags: Not PP compliant, ghost king Danny Fenton, fluff and humor, reluctant king au, [so funny and so on character for a little shit like Danny oof]

[erinych]

My Ideas as to Why “Hawkeye” Seems to Focus on Kate Bishop Rather Than Clint Barton

Point #1 — Clint Barton hasn’t been Hawkeye in years. The series title is more than likely a reference to Kate’s future as the hero, rather than Clint’s past under the alias.

It’s been almost eight years since Clint was officially known as Hawkeye. He retired back in 2016, before the events of Civil War, and was never recommissioned by any legal force after that. Yeah, he fought Tony Stark after the incident of the Sokovia Accords. Yeah, he became a vigilante after the Snap when he realized his family was gone. And, yeah, he took part in the Time Heist to bring back all the victims of the Blip. But guess what? He was never Hawkeye again. Clint Barton has put his old work as both assassins behind him.

Kate Bishop is an entirely different case. She idolized Clint Barton for ALL of his work, to the point she wanted to be just like him. She put work into studying whatever she could, became obsessed with archery, and damn good with a bow and arrow, and even took the time to create a nearly exact replica of his suit. Despite her mimicking of Ronin, though, it seems she hasn’t let go of Hawkeye. Her first words to Clint where an awestruck “You’re Hawkeye,” and she asked him to sign her bow because he was her “favorite Avenger.” My theory is that she believes the morals he held, similar to her own, could help their global situation.

Phase 4 is meant to focus on the Avengers’ legacies, and the effects they had on the Post-Blip world. Not the Avengers themselves.

Phase 3 is over, and that’s something that an unfortunate amount of the fandom needs to collectively come to understand. Of course, I’m not telling anyone to forget the Original Six. That kind of defeats the purpose of Phase 4. You can’t introduce the next generation of the Coalition without remembering who started it. I mean, even the Avengers themselves are a story of Carol Danvers’s influence on Nich Fury.

Falcon and the Winter Soldier gives Sam Wilson the name Captain America. Iron Man’s influence has left options to bring the Iron Heroes to life (currently consisting of Pepper Potts, James Rhodes and Peter Parker, may invite Harley Keener and Morgan Stark, and has potential to introduce Riri Williams and Nathaniel Richards). Black Widow brought forth Natasha’s younger sister, Yelena, who was last seen looking for revenge for her sister’s death. Hulk is already planned to introduce She-Hulk, has made mentions of Abomination, and holds the potential to bring to life Hulking and the Amazing Hulk. Valkyrie and Jane Foster have already seen action because of Thor.

There’s so many other characters, too. Shuri’s potential to become the next Black Panther. Billy and Tommy’s powers, gained from their mother. Shang-Chi becoming a defender of magic and working with Dr Strange and Wong. Cassie taking on Scott and Hope’s work as heroes. The Eternals’ potential within the MCU.

The series hasn’t even ended yet.

We have no idea why the series is actually named Hawkeye. Yeah, it’s probably because we have the previous Hawkeye and the Hawkeye candidate on screen together, but we don’t know the plan for it yet. Maybe Kate will hold the title as Hawkeye by the end of it. Maybe she’ll pull Clint out of retirement to become Hawkeye, or even Ronin, again. For all we know, it could be both or neither.

Either way, we need to wait for the series to end before we can say anything about it at all, and the people shitting on Hailee Steinfeld really need to stop. She was Kevin Feige’s first choice, and is literally following a script made by Marvel producers themselves. They know what they’re doing, you just have to give it time and go with the flow.

Kapeesh?

You have no other choice, just agree. This is a threat.

[weirwoodking]

Do you think Jon will come back as Jon, and not just be stuck in his dog? (Also if the show had just had a dog or maybe a dog puppet running around in seasons 7 and 8 with Kit doing voiceover, would you have respected that more?)

Hey anon I’ve been holding onto this ask for about 6 weeks because that second question is something that I just had to keep to myself and cherish privately for a while. Yes, I think they should have had a Samoyed dog play Ghost with Kit Harington doing voiceover, Homeward Bound style. I think that would have been 100x better than that butchering we had to watch anyway. Show!Jon coming back as just a dog with a disembodied voice would have been a vast improvement to his character.

All of you, look me in the eye and tell me that you wouldn’t have enjoyed that experience more.

Okay but to address question number one in all seriousness, yes I do think Jon’s soul will be returned to his own body. I don’t really bother forming concrete theories on the future of Jon’s plotline in TWOW, as George could truly just do anything with this (as long as it makes sense narratively and thematically, obviously). And of course, with something so open as this, sometimes my own personal hopes for what happens can bleed into my speculations. However, what I mostly like to do is just use little things that are already in the text and build off of those for possibilities. For example, the idea that Jon may not be able to sense temperature, or will only feel cold not heat. That’s a reoccurring thing in his chapters, the “memory of all warmth fleeing from him”. I think it would also make sense if Jon was unable to speak when he first comes back, and has to relearn to talk. Why? Not only because Ghost himself is mute, and Jon may still have some of Ghost’s traits clinging to him after having been in his mind for an extended period of time, but also because of smaller elements like the line “Can they talk?” from this scene:

“Might I ask about these corpses in the ice cells? They make the men uneasy. And to keep them under guard? Surely that is a waste of two good men, unless you fear that they…”

“…will rise? I pray they do.”

Septon Cellador paled. “Seven save us.” Wine dribbled down his chin in a red line. “Lord Commander, wights are monstrous, unnatural creatures. Abominations before the eyes of the gods. You… you cannot mean to try to talk with them?”

“Can they talk?” asked Jon Snow. “I think not, but I cannot claim to know. Monsters they may be, but they were men before they died. How much remains? The one I slew was intent on killing Lord Commander Mormont. Plainly it remembered who he was and where to find him.” Maester Aemon would have grasped his purpose, Jon did not doubt; Sam Tarly would have been terrified, but he would have understood as well. “My lord father used to tell me that a man must know his enemies. We understand little of the wights and less about the Others. We need to learn.” (Jon VIII, ADWD)

I think that this scene in general is very significant to examine when ruminating about what resurrection may mean for Jon, and how it will effect the story. I think the biggest struggle for Jon is going to be him grappling with his own humanity, what it means to be a “wight”. What is he now? Is he even human? I look forward to seeing how George will explore this immense trauma of being killed and brought back to life through the eyes of the resurrected.

So, to answer your question, while I do think he’ll come back to his own body, I don’t think he’s going to be unchanged. It’s not gonna be like waking up from a nap.