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sassaetcie · 4 years

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Silver x Idia (The Molten Charcoal) chapter 5

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I... got out a bit. Even if I had this test and... was proud of it? Somehow... I mean, sure I was proud of it, especially the fact Trey listened to me and didn't look at me like I was some kind of creep because of my hair or name or eyes or lips or fingers or heavy breathing... I didn't even... suffocate once... He was really nice, yep. He really listened to me... so many times. Sure... there was the Wishes event when he kind of sided with Deuce but... At last he's not fucking dumb like Deuce... Even if Deuce isn't probably absolutely dumb... Well, at least he could praise me so... I don't know? And people didn't doubt the fact I was the one that invented this strategy...! So I was... happy, I think. Or at least feeling a bit less weird than "usual". These flames had almost started to look like clouds around me. Blue clouds... These clouds would drive away for sure. But they would not spread an unwanted arson, a fake arson, a superficial blaze. Of course talking with people like this could transform them into cumulus, but a single trouble would turn them into hot steam before anointing him with the fake will-o'-the-wisp again. I had walked through the corridors, hiding my hair with... my hood. Somehow it finally became mine and stop slipping through my fingers as any stream would. The black, gray and blue outfit was... no more drenched in... my blood's light. I should stop saying "blood" stuff, tho. It's so stupid... I stopped and leaned some seconds in a corridor's shade for sure. I... clasped my hands. Of course they weren't frozen nor cold. But they were... neither dry nor hot with sweat. I grabbed one with the other... No, I grabbed the other thanks to the one. They felt somehow slim, perhaps skinny compared to other people, and my fingers were still shaking but not as much as before, for sure... This was my skin. I could see pearls of sweat... Even if it was ugly or unsightly, this was still some "water". Not that I would drink or lick it, thanks. But these tall slender, spectral... hands were of alabaster now... They could resist fire and water alike. I probably stood a while like this... After all, everyone was supposed to be either in lessons or being tested... So I wasn't supposed to be found out. Maybe I should have moved before? Because that was a very normal situation, I should maybe have been even more cautious... There's no way normal would articulate itself around me, after all... Tho NRC is probably another kind of normal, but that's something else. I leaned stroking my hands like that... for probably some seconds at least, but probably not minutes? Even for me, it would have been weird. Yet, I should have gone back to the den before. Because nothing good was supposed to occur to my surroundings...

And thus the epitome of water, or ice, had come. His smile was indeed that of a sun, burning down every last remnant of my confidence. Everything about himself was so shiny and dazzling, and yet he just made me burn as if he were made of the same hair as I was. But he was more likely an aqua-elemental. Perhaps more of a djinn since I wasn't of the same area as he was... Well I wasn't of the "same" area anyway. He told me he was happy to see me... That it was weird to see me... Sure thing it was weird, I usually don't go outside, that's pretty obvious...? Why was his supposed standard, normal, usual, water hurting me? Why did he seem made of lava in front of me? His red eyes never tried to harm me intentionally... I hate how shiny he is... I hate so much when he gets close to me. I suffocate SUFF SUFF SUFFSUFFSUFFSUFFSUFFNO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY I'M A WEIRDO. No, I should try to think of better things... Like how Trey worked perfectly with me and never mocked me. He didn't seem like he was lying either. He really seemed amused in some way, but not because of my stupidity. Some people probably respected me... respect me, here. And not for my rank... Not for my rank... He asked me if I was alright since I was sweaty and clutching the hood around my hair. Did I look alright? Of course I'm not. OF COURSE I'M NOT SUFFSUFFSUFFSUFFSUFFSUFFSUFF SUFFO SUFFOCATESUFF SUFFO SUFFO SUFFSUFFSUFFIt's not his fault, RIGHT? He wasn't doing it on purpose, was he? WAS HE? That's okay... That's okay, I just... had to tell him I wasn't feeling good so I told him I felt hot, but that it wasn't because of some weird illness because he could have been dumb enough to tell others to bring me to the nurse's office... He told me he could make rain happen if I was feeling too hot. That his unique magic was changing the weather into raining. WHY? WHY IS HE THE ONE WITH THIS POWER? I don't understand. SUFFOCATE SUFF SUFFO NO. NO I SHOULDN'T HAVE... I'm sorry Ortho. I'm still jealous and afraid of everyone but... I want a power that seems as useless as his... I want to be able to summon water and touch it like everyone... I just ran away and went straight (lol) back to Ignihyde... my room. It was suffocating. Everything was just suffocating. I was suffocating. Suffocation was strangulating me. Every stiff sound my computer made sounded like suffocation. I just stretched my back while sitting trying to grasp some air. I could do it! I can do it! I couldn't. No matter how I breathe in, I can't breathe properly. Only a part allows me to breathe... I can put this cursed hair away, air won't come in. I can raise my hands and body to the only sky I am allowed to see by myself, air will curl back to any other place than myself. One. Two. Three.

I cannot breathe properly again. Was I too fast? No... I'm just doomed, right? I'm just so fucking stupid, I probably even don't know how to breathe, I'm sorry Ortho, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm neither a fucking adult like they are, nor I'm like the other students, I'm just a fucking weirdo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... NO! I should try to breathe again. Let's breathe properly... I can do it! I saved Ortho... No, Ortho believed in me... I have to do this.

One.

Two.

Three...

IT DOESN'T WORK. NO MATTER HOW MUCH I COUNT I JUST... I JUST SUFFSUFFSUFFSUFFSUFFSUFFI'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'm sorry... I have to yawn to breathe... Just because I was happy to stretch my hands... Just because I was glad not to feel squirm today... What am I doing wrong...? I should sleep... Crying is worthless for someone like me... My tears just feel hot and disappear again. I'm tired...

[Started Recording at : 10:00 am : Seventh? Day]

-BIG BROOOOO! OPEN THE DOOR! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GET OUT TO MEET. YOUR. LOVED. ONE.

-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?! BUT IT HAS ONLY BEEN... FOUR DAYS? RIGHT?! RIIIIIGHT?!

-Actually, you have slept two days after the exam, so I have all recordings ready whenever you feel the need to learn things for future exams.

-H-huh? Two days? But...

-Well, another day has passed since you've awoken only hours ago but you've spent these hours on videogames... Or have I misunderstood something? :(

-N-no! Of course not, O-ortho! But... are you sure... I can't have slept for two days in a row... I'm not a-a princess or something like this...

-Well, anxiety can lead to disrupted behaviors, so it is not that weird you actually have slept for two days, especially with your bad habits when it comes to slumber.

-Y-yeah but two days... I'm not that much...

-Well, whatever! Let's go!

The room opened among its unique blue fire. Had the heat peaked or lessens? No one was used to this temperature swinging and lurking through the whole room, barely restrained by such weak walls. Ashes or obsidian walking away would probably be decided sooner or later. The hellish trail of cursed un-will-o'-the-wisps seemed to have expanded... It was time to wash all of this gloomy blue out of this body stuck to such blazing ideals, lit with yet another kind of light. The doll's arm reached out to the human yet separated one.

-Let's go, Big Bro!

-Y-yeah...

-I'm going to walk a bit with you and then I will let go to the tree where you met with Silver so that I can check no one gets between you two, okay?

-The tree where we met...? Is i-it a shojo stereotype supposed to cheer me up...?

The supposed doll closed the door, sealed this heat away, even if it would have means to escape if anything was to fail on this day. The burning One was lurking and scratching Idia from the inside, after all. Wind blew from Ignihyde's far end. Freshness and magic were still running the place at the moment. The light steps barely echoed on the soft floor, or perhaps Ortho's ones were the louder. He extracted pride from these very legs, after all. His steps were noisy, even if he had been maximized. Ignihyde dorm was not dingy, neither dark. Only lit to a certain extent. Sunshine was painful for most of them, and so had become the whole dorm. At least Dire Crowley never asked for the whole dorm to change its way of thinking nor lighting.

-Okay, we're going in Night Raven College's main building. Are you ready, Big Bro?

-Y-yeah... I've taken some walks before, it s-s-s-s-hould be alright...

The mirror teleported them as it was supposed to be, no matter the heat and fake sun. How far his power went was something they had not calculated yet, after all.

-Haha! This is as fast as usual, this is nice. Do you think the mirror might need an update sometime, Big Bro? :o

-An... update? Pfffffhehe... That would be fun... That would be really fun, yeah.

The temperature was now stuck between ocean and magma. The dorm's crossroads was not a source of anxiety for Idia, after all. And thus, not at all for Ortho. No parasite nor virus could invade him as long as this area was 200% safe for his... big brother, after all. Others were probably between 0% and 100%, Ignihyde being rather 75% because of the throng of students sometimes walking between each rooms to ask for plugs or volatile memory they might have burned because of modding too much some of their games or an infinity of problems-solutions only Ignihyde truly come up with. And Idia's room was only 150% safe since people online could start insulting him, even though he would beat them up or hack them if they were trying anything, and sometimes he could hear him crying because of the heat or things he could not entirely make sense of. Ortho checked his proto-hand, though it was probably not a prototype anymore. The Shroud son had worked on it for a long time, as little as long could mean. Well, sure Ortho would not mind knowing such a great amount of "time". Not knowing was something quite problematic in his condition, after all. Touching his fellow's head would be troublesome, in the end.

-We will soon reach the court... In less than 5 minutes, Silver will arrive if he is not already there. Are you ready, Big Bro? I'm sure you can do this!

-T-thanks but you're the one...

-Yes? :D

-N-n-n-n-o, nothing... Thanks for making this true... We'll see if everything proceeds smoothly...

-I'm sure it will, you're the best!

The boy hit his hair, aiming his back, above his back. His mouth tried to swallow some air, as softly as he could among the buzzing atmosphere, as much as air was running away from him. A little hand blessed him enough to breathe again, petting his back for a few seconds, enough to shatter the curse which he could have brought, willingly or not. He spread his self in the body he was born with, and took a step. He lead his feet as far as they could, watching them whatever could happen around him. He could not touch water, after all. Thus, he should not be worried about it... If people were afraid of him, then he should not be afraid of them. And the other way around. But where was Silver? Where was he among the Earth's debates? The tree was stopping the sunshine, and would do the same with rain. And above all with mist, thunder, hail... Thus, their beings would be in this shadow of a tree and not under the tree itself. Or would it be under the shadow itself? Only a few more steps and he would be entering the shadow layer. How billions of shades were in it? Calculating the mirror's power would be far easier, in the end. And thus, as many solutions were dripping from the tree's twigs hindering the sun.

[Ended Recording at : 10:15 am : Seventh? Day]

I didn't expect to find him asleep, tbh. Well... I kind of. I found him sleeping the first time so it wouldn't be that weird for the second time... But wasn't I supposed to be earlier than expected? Or was he the kind of person to be in front of a classroom even earlier?! Or was it the other way around... which is, he was here maybe BECAUSE I make him miss a lecture?! Or perhaps... he was on his way and he fell asleep... No, it didn't seem so at first. Because I remember his bag was not next to him, and his wand wasn't in his hand either... He was simply... slumbering. A squirrel came forward and rubbed his head on his soft-looking, attached by a same mind, fingers. He probably dozed off earlier... but not that earlier. More animals would have gathered if it were to be the case, especially since no it hadn't been raining on this very morning. So he had just... arrived before I did. This wasn't like the last time for sure. No animals, no unexpected meeting, no ceremony robe. (Not that he wasn't cute in his ceremony robe but-). Maybe the shadow was blessing me in the end, lol. There were not enough things in common with the last time to hinder me... Well, I was already anxious as hell, but that wasn't that shocking, lol. But that was like last time for a thing at least... Was I supposed to wake him up? I mean, he didn't judge me for watching him sleeping last time so... Not that I enjoyed it, though?! I just... didn't know... Was it more awkward to wake him up or let him sleep? He could have been angry... He seemed to be in such a deep and sweet slumber I just couldn't awake him... And he didn't seem to be that angry... So letting him asleep was probably the good choice to reach a good end? But what if he hadn't sleep and... what if he didn't want to sleep?! Maybe he was narcoleptic?! (well he likely still is but-). But if I had been to awaken him not on purpose, maybe I could avoid the bad end and reach the best end instead of the neutral end I thought to be the good one?! Then I needed to sit... but not in a normal way (if I could sit in a normal way among all of these elements which weren't mine). Of course I needed to sit as cautiously as possible and not hurt Silver on purpose... Did I dare to write this?! I can't think of hurting him. Well, I probably can under a certain point of view but it's not mine. It's not mine... I was supposed to sit as slowly as possible and break something, like a twig put on purpose under my foot or something like this. Then it wouldn't be my fault for sure, right? But wasn't I lying to him... My legs just betrayed me and I fell down because of how much the rest of my body was shaking.

Of course I had semi-planned this one... I mean that was something I was very likely to do but... It was the first time it came in handy?! This was also the most cliche one but... the fact he rolled to the right to catch me wasn't absolutely one, I guess? Why would he had rolled if he could have straightly (lol) caught me? And I wouldn't have felt AWKWARD AS HELL BECAUSE HE CAUGHT ME IN HIS ARMS AND UGFGKFKGFKREOIGIGKFGK?! Even if I try to write only to put some order in my brain, it just gets more chaotic... But I just... can't think of this day without crying and all... His indigo eyes were wide open, especially for him. They sure looked like a calm lake but... they didn't feel as if they were made of water either. A pale purple gauze opposed all of the ocean from swallowing this "prince" into his blue hue. Yet, none of them were a prisoner. His blue and His purple were, simply, together. His black uniform wasn't that different from our shades, it seems... And all of the leather strips looked like a complex armor, I cannot think otherwise. Sure... it wasn't a thief's outfit, nor that of a killer nor... Well, it could be seen as such because of the black and green hue... I guess some people would find it ominous.

-So you have arrived, Shroud. I'm sorry, I fell asleep once again... I just can't control myself on this point, this is quite the bother.

I tried to gather my hands, legs, thighs, chest, head, knees, ankles, arms to move. Two barely shook out of the body I was supposed to have. There was nothing to escape for sure but... There may have been something to escape, actually. Whatever it might have been. His hands wrapped by a serene, quiet black had touched my forehead, each of his fingers dancing far from my cursed, hated, despicable, despised, hateful, ugly, heinous hair.

-Are you... ill, Shroud?

-H—h-h-huh? S-s-sure I'm not, S-S-ilver... IsitokayifIcallyouSilverthough...?!

-Well, yes? I don't have a second name, so yes... Please do, I don't mind. You just felt hotter than usual... Hmm, probably more like warmer. Sorry, didn't mean to be mean.

What did he mean by warmer or hotter, though? I guess my... hair was truly invading. Not that much a surprise... Even if he was in mid-water... It was probably too much to handle for anyone who was closer to normality than I was. And yet he was kind...

-I... I'm sorry if my hair is weird and if you're feeling hyper hot a-and sweating all over the place and I should have cancelled the date, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're probably losing a precious time right now, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...

-Oh no, I like your hair.

Well, of course I didn't expect this one in 99% of the roads. There was still a percent in which Silver was indeed a true Prince Charming. I guess I... wasn't wrong so far. Well either way I wouldn't have been wrong anyway. I did plan everything, after all, and the keikaku... Yeah. But that he truly liked my hair was still such a tiny percent... Miracle could occur, I would have guessed. But that wasn't a miracle, for sure. Miracles didn't truly exist. People sure tend to believe for some reason or hate the concept of miracles by cynism but... I just want to be in-between... It's who I am anyway... I just... can't be normal, can I? Well, I'm probably better in most fields anyway... right? Silver isn't a miracle that exist for me... I will probably even be a burden for him.

-M-my hair?

-Yes. It looks... peaceful? I don't really know how to tell you that and I don't want to offend you in any way but... It just looks like a chimney fire I could sleep to. For a long time. Even if I would like to avoid falling asleep out of nowhere...

-P-peaceful? Are... we... t-t-t-talking about the same thing...? I mean, I don't mean to insult you either, you're really nice but I just cc—c-cc-an't understand why would someone think my hair is p-p-pretty or something like this...

-It feels warm and... saudade to me.

-Sau...?!

-Yes... I would like to touch them, but would it harm you if I did? Or me?

-I... I don't know... I'm sure it will. My hair isn't as warm as you think... You're just... just different from everyone... But it won't be enough... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

-That's alright. If you don't want me to touch your hair or even your hand, I would understand. You're quite the soft type, Shroud.

-H-huh?

-Lil... My Old Man was the one who sent me here earlier, but I was kind of... happy to see you wanted to talk to me. We discussed this "type" things earlier but I didn't really understand anything. Oh, yes what did you want to tell me, Shroud? I am sorry if I'm too blunt or something like this. I'm kind of lost, too.

The True Prince had arrived. If he had been to guess what was to happen, then he would have been a Perfect Prince, which I didn't want. Because he would have been... too much. I guess I have some stupid fears but... I can't have too much... I'll just end up breaking everything... If he was dense, and not dense on purpose, thus not manipulative and not ending up a Villain Prince, which was another path... Then we could be equal in some ways. Of course... There was still a lot of crossroads before I could... reach this potential happy ending. If he was a True Prince but yet wasn't in love with me, then it would be a Neutral End at most. If he was a True Prince but ended up hollow even after I love him, it would be a Bad End, probably. If he was to hate me... it would be another Bad End. At least there was a possible Good End... I wasn't in Drakenkard 3 lol. ... I didn't even know how to sing in a wonderful way, probably.

-I... Huh... Is it okay if I talk for a while? O-o-o-only if it doesn't bother you, o-of course... I... just want to be as clear... as... understandable as possible... I-I don't mean that you won't understand o-o-o-of course! It's just that I... need to explain... a lot...

One of his definitely lead hand approached the other one he handled so easily. He took of his left or right glove, whatever actually. His barely long fingers made the black clothing disappear from the alabaster hand which could have been protected so far from the crown of flames piercing my soul. The awakened limb rubbed each of his eye surrounded by the soft veil of maskara, darkening his face, tho maybe not to my level lol. One time. Two times. Three times.

-I've rubbed my eyes. I should be awakened for a while. I hope. Please start. I want to listen to you, Shroud.

I... just needed to do what I usually did in my fanfictions... and all that kind of stuff, right?

-W-w-well... I... really like you? I can't tell you if it's affection, deep affection, crush, squish, love, love at first sight... I just can't tell what's going inside my brain but... I... just love everything about your appearance, that's true. Your eyes look so different, so dreamy. I feel like there's... a whole castle inside? I'm sorry, this is weird, right? I'm sorry but... Your hair looks like messy snow, like the purest snow, that no human has ever tried to play or make profit of... Your skin looks so soft and delicate, and yet I... I've seen you sometimes in your sport outfit and you got... these arms... and your face just looks like the old prince stories... Yeah. That's it. You look so much like a Prince who could save me. I'm just sorry, it's pathetic, I know... But you won't make fun of me... will you? I love you... You look so much like a prince... I feel like you can fulfill any of my dream as long as I'm with you... You're... You... You were so nice... w-w-when we first met... You didn't judge me... You just... YOU JUST... you just asked me things... and answered... You didn't laugh... even if you had lied... you didn't laugh... You just... You just... kept your composure... You didn't call me a weirdo... You didn't want my inheritance either.. You just... You. You... I love your lips too. They look soft and sweet and not a bunch of skin ready to spit poison and lies... And your ears look so round... so human-like... And your nose doesn't look like the kind to hurt when two foreheads lay upon e-each other and... your height comforts me... Your voice is serious but never shouting... you don't stress me... You... I just... can't believe someone as good as you exist... I'm sorry... We, teenagers shouldn't think like this but... Thanks for... thanks for existing... Love doesn't mean anything for someone like me, I just don't understand it... I guess... Thanks for.. making fairies flying into my veins?

How could someone answer something like this? Fairies were probably running through my head, and they were probably fireflies I thought made of water.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twst fanfiction #idia x silver

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heruines · 5 years

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hi i’m ren, new to krp because of @blisande . click for about / wanted connections just flexing my boy out here and if you wanna give him a go, please like this post or dm me for plotting.

KWON ISEUL QUICK FACTS ! tw: abuse, torture

mixed blood of djinn & ghost. appearance aged 22 human years. djinn age classified. chaotic stupid neutral. demiromantic #depressed and repressed.

fondly called as izey (pronounced "eye-zee”) by only mom, iz for others. he uses a lot of fake identities because of his job, but the most used is cheon in-su & kang dae-ho.

imagine being hunted by a psychopath serial killer dad who wanted you to come back home and be his serial killer son because you’re the perfect mixed blood to carry out flawless assassinations while you’re also trying to stay alive from your ghost turned poltergeist mom who wanted you dead so you can be with her. :///

dad is well-feared enforcer from neugdaedeul known more as an Executioner than enforcer because even iseul didn’t escape his dad’s favourite past times of murder and torture during their forced father-son bonding times as courtesy by his dad.

mom is once human communicator from haedogje pa. she turned into a ghost after dying in giving birth to iseul then into poltergeist when she lost iseul.

ghost mom runs away with iseul his entire life and taught him how to be a ghost for DECADES until dad catches up and attempts to exorcise mom for good but she became stronger into a poltergeist because she can’t afford to lose her baby boy.

dad spends iseul’s other lifetime to warm up their relationship and have iseul follow his footsteps to be better than him because iseul is dad’s most deadliest investment, riskiest gamble.

iseul said fuck you dad and runs away on his own, lives life day by day as he tried to find mom but she kinda tried to kill him when they accidentally meet so that’s enough incentive for him to steer clear from his family at all costs. life or dead, he’s bound by them and thanks he hates it.

this survival mode ends when he joins o-jeom after @ophelixs takes him in.

iseul, shrugging spitefully: “guess i’ll live”

he’s the perfect enforcer but between running and spotting, iseul chose to be a runner. ironically. ( it’s his coping mechanism shhhhhh. )

for an immortal, he’s chaotic stupid. strong preservation instincts, but will fight anyone at mcdonald’s parking lot at 2am if you cross him or anything of his badly.

scared of being forgotten and of heights, fucking terrified of his parents, but literally he just Fakes It Til He Makes It™.

you might think he’s soft and silent but once you know him, he’ll never stop dragging you down for your bullshit.

acts like he’s totally chill but he easily jumps 0 to 100 real quick. total no impulse control, we talk shit and throw shade literally and figuratively like real dumbasses.

#&. RENANIGANS.#hustlers:intro

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hippychick006 · 6 years

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SPN Analysis - Season 2

In relation to This Post, I’ve completed Season 2. Any detailed notes explaining reasoning, I’ve put under the cut so as not to take up your dash

Monster of the Week v Myth arc Episodes: 17 MOTW v 5 Myth arc.

2.01 (In My Time of Dying), 2.10 (Hunted), 2.14 (Born under a bad sign), 2.21/2.22 (All Hell Breaks Loose 1 and 2) I decided were myth arc. The rest MOTW.

Wannabe Hunters: 0

See Note 1

Ship Pandering: 0

I’m not counting moments like Playthings, where they are again, twice mistaken for a gay couple.

Fan Pandering: 0

See Note 2

Someone is called “Family”: 0

Death having no meaning: 0

See Note 3

Sidekick status Updates: 0

Season 1 if you missed it is here. I made a minor edit to that where I added in that Mary appeared in 1.10: Home, but since she appeared as a spirit, it made no difference to death having no meaning.

Note 1 – Wannabe Hunters

Remember, I am only dealing with what people are doing in this current season so what they might do in a future season is not up for debate right now.

So, in the post that prompted this analysis, I saw the debate on Ellen and Jo, suggesting the wannabe hunters started with them and I couldn’t disagree more. I agree with @eisforeidolon, regarding these characters which I detail below.

In terms of Ellen and Jo, they first appear in 2.02 (Everybody Loves a Clown). We learn that Ellen runs a bar that hunters frequent and that she used to be married to a hunter, who died when Jo was still in pigtails (so fairly young). Jo remembers him coming home from hunts, so it’s clear he still hunted after she was born. Given that Ellen knows how to pull a case together and was able to suggest what kind of creature Sam and Dean might be dealing with in 2.02, it’s a reasonable assumption that she found cases for her husband and did research for him, something she kept up after his death, but gives the cases to other hunters. She may even have hunted with Bill before Jo was born but since this isn’t made clear in the text, I’ll assume not. She is also shown capable of defending herself, which again makes sense – both from running a bar with shady people passing through and being the partner of a hunter. It’s clear that although she doesn’t hunt herself, she has been around the hunting life for pretty much the entirety of Jo’s life, so I’m fine with her credentials. Mute point though as she is not seen hunting at all in Season 2.

Jo when we meet her, clearly has been brought up knowing that monsters are real. Along with Ellen, she’s been surrounded by hunters her entire life, and Ellen has made sure she knows how to defend herself. It’s not clear whether Ellen taught her how to pull a case together or whether that’s something Jo picked up on her own, but it’s not unreasonable that she would learn to do that, both by watching Ellen and learning from the hunters that pass through. It’s also not unreasonable that she would want to get into the hunting life; most people get in through the death of a loved one and Jo is no exception to that. She wants to follow in her father’s footsteps. As she says, “You wanna know why I want to do the job? For him. It’s my way of being close to him. Now tell me what’s wrong with that?” In the only episode we see Jo hunting in season 2, it is made clear that being able to pull a case together is not the same as actually being a hunter. Dean says to Sam, “yeah, maybe she put together a good file. But could you see her out here working one of these things? I don’t think so.” He also says to Jo, “Sweetheart, this ain’t gender studies. Women can do the job fine. Amateurs can’t. You have no experience. What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic notions that some barflies put in your head. Jo is shown to be headstrong and not listening to Dean, thinking she knows better, which only ends up with her needing to be rescued by Dean and Sam and then used as bait. In my opinion, she is not shown to be a competent hunter out in the field in this episode, but she certainly has potential to be trained into becoming a good hunter if she would listen to people much more experienced than she is. In 2.10 (Hunted), we find out that Jo left because she wanted to continue hunting against Ellen’s wishes. In 2.14 (Born under a bad sign), we see Jo again, she is working at a bar, no mention is made of her hunting and when she tries to come with Dean to help him find Sam, he refuses.

We met another wannabe hunter in 2.12 (Nightshifter). Ronald Resnick was also shown to have pulled a case together – yes he thought the “monster” was a mandroid, but he still pulled a decent case together. When he went out into the field though, we see what happens (or what should happen) to amateur hunters. He was shot and killed part way through the episode because he didn’t know what he was doing. As Sam himself said “Yeah, except he’s not a hunter, Dean. He’s just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against this thing he’d get torn apart. Better to stay in the dark and stay alive.”

This is the point we’re all trying to make. There is a huge difference between early seasons and later seasons in credentials for hunters. And suggesting otherwise when the text is there for all to see is an exercise in futility. Kripke and the early season writers took the time to establish credentials, and they did this extremely well – sometimes with only a couple of lines of dialogue, sometimes with much more. Take Gordon Walker for example. We are introduced to him in 2.03 and in a single episode, we get pretty much everything we need to know about him – his background, what got him into hunting, why he specialises in vampires, what he’s like as a character - it helps of course that Sterling is a phenomenal actor. Maggie’s been in about 6 episodes and I still know nothing about her, but yet I’m supposed to feel sorry that she almost died. Chalk and cheese between Kripke era and Dabb.

So anyway, long story short, 0 score in season 2 for wannabe hunters because Kripke didn’t have any (so far).

Note 2 – Fan Pandering

Fan pandering for me is making changes to the show, based on fan reactions or putting something in deliberately to please the fans (not related to shipping). Pandering isn’t necessarily a bad thing, so I’m only going to count it where it impacts the quality or integrity of the show (in my opinion of course, but happy to have the debate if you want to argue otherwise).

In Season 2, the role originally intended for Jo Harvelle was to be a potential love interest for Dean. This was not received well by the audience and the plans were changed. Jo’s role was downplayed and for the most part she was written out. This is normal and has always happened within the television industry. The question is whether the downplaying of Jo’s character impacted the quality or integrity of the show, and I would argue that since she was not central to the overall plot of season 2, her removal did not impact where the show was heading. (I’ll talk in Season 4, where I believe removal of a character did impact the plot with the character Anna).

Note 3 – Death having meaning

So, the problem for me (and I think for many others) is not bringing people back, it’s the way people are brought back and whether it makes a mockery of or cheapens death.

In season 2, there are 4 characters we see again after their death;

In 2.20, both Mary and Jess appear as characters in the djinn episode, What is and what should never be. This is how you bring characters back and don’t cheapen the meaning of death. Masterclass 101. They aren’t real, their deaths in the real world stands and this episode was just beautiful from start to finish. Don’t even try to compare it to bringing Nick back in 14.01 or any of the AU characters in Season 13.

In 2.22, Dean makes a deal to bring Sam back from the dead. Sam’s death had to happen for all the rest of the story to follow on; Dean going to hell and breaking the first seal It was another beautifully written episode, and given Dean had to bargain his own life down to 1 year, death certainly has not been cheapened.

Also in 2.22, John appears. He got out of the Hell gate before it closed, and if anyone can crawl their way out of Hell, it’s a Winchester. He disappeared – presumably to heaven - but we don’t ever get confirmation. He was still dead, and it was a good end point for his character, so death still has meaning.

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kaen-ace-of-diamonds · 6 years

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Inseparable

Word Count: 4000+ (oneshot)

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Pairing: Hakuei/Paimon

Summary: Expelled from her Vessel and returned to human form after the final battle, Paimon will still do her best to serve her beloved queen.

References events from my previous fics “Take Up My Sword,” “Where I Reign,” and “Solitary,” but it’s not necessary to have read those to understand this one. And, a few days late for the “hurt/comfort” day, but written for Magi WLW Week! @magi-wlw-hq

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“And I’m not alone...With the touch of your hand, I am whole again.”

- Not Alone, All That Remains

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After three long years of solitary confinement, freedom from her Vessel had not come at all in the way that Paimon had imagined it would.

For instance, she had not expected that she would only be freed after all the fighting was over: all the fury of the storm that had been pent up over so long was now left with no place to be unleashed. Neither had she expected that she would awake to see the system she had been fairly comfortably placed in for a thousand years completely torn to shreds. And the world with it, though to be fair she’d never seen quite enough of it to be too fussed over its entirely swapped locations. It had been both thrilling and frightening, yes, to walk out from the ruins of Alma Torran into this new place. But she had known full well that that was what had to be, and it was a world of all their creation to boot.

This? This was entirely unfamiliar; even the original form she’d reverted back to felt too small and too flimsy. Too powerless. Unused to the earth beneath her feet again, unused to standing on her own two legs, skittering around as she got her balance...She wasn’t sure she liked it at all.

But then she lifted her head, and froze when she saw the one person that sent all the fear and doubt flying out of her body just as fast as they’d set in. Then all at once, she was sprinting as fast as these legs could carry her, at that spot of clarity in this mess of color and sound --

“Hakuei-chan!”

There was just enough time for Hakuei’s head to turn and her eyes to widen before impact. In immediate hindsight, Paimon thought maybe she should have slowed down a bit, feeling Hakuei nearly buckle and fall under the force of her embrace, emitting a distinct “Oof!” sound as the breath was knocked from her. But she couldn’t help it. The feeling of her queen at last, at last, safe in her arms again, was too overwhelming...She was safe, right?!

She pulled back just as quickly as she had come in, holding Hakuei by her shoulders and looking her up and down. Her mouth was moving without her thinking about it. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?! I don’t know how I ended up all that way away from you!”

Hakuei was blinking up at her, with more surprise and wonder in her eyes than there’d been the first time she’d seen Paimon, all those years ago in her treasure room. “It’s all right, Paimon, I’m fine. Don’t panic.”

Her voice was somewhat faint, but other than that, she seemed mostly undamaged. Which left room for something else to catch Paimon’s attention. She glanced down at herself: only an inch or three taller than Hakuei instead of towering over her, tan skin and brown hair instead of deep blue, and...Oh, thank heaven, she was wearing clothes. But still!

“You...You know who I am?” she blurted.

Hakuei smiled, albeit weakly. “Of course I do. Who else has ever called me Hakuei-chan?”

That sent a pleasant chill over Paimon’s newly thin skin. She was all ready to say more -- perhaps to address the worn and tired look she saw around her queen’s eyes -- but then Seishun and the Kouga clan, shaking off their surprise, had crowded around them, and she was quickly occupied with getting acquainted with them. Of course she knew all her sweet children, even if they were not technically her Household anymore, but they were not quite as familiar with her.

The Djinn were no longer Djinn, but they of course did not cease to exist when their Vessels were rendered powerless, instead were merely ejected from them and reverted to their original states. The majority, as she heard, elected to stay with their former masters, their bonds still holding strong. All of the Ren family’s had, anyway, as they returned to Rakushou together, even if there was some confusion in figuring out where they would belong from now on.

(The palace rumor mill informed her that all of Sinbad’s seven had, as well, lingering in Sindria and waiting for the return of their vanished master. She couldn't say she understood them, but she did find herself pitying them, still holding a candle for a fickle, traitorous thing like Sinbad.)

Vinea now resided in a lake that had conveniently sprung up near the shaken palace grounds, where she was happy to provide Empress Kougyoku with advice as needed -- very proud, she said, of how her little fledgling had grown. Zagan could usually be found annoying Prince Hakuryuu and his ex-Magi partner, contrasting Belial, who tended to keep his distance from the pair. Leraje still hung around Prince Kouha and his girls, smoking and scoping out potential mates, just like the old days. Kouha, as she'd heard, had been more than happy to officially add her to his loyal band of outcasts. Phenex spent her time fussing over Prince Kouen, trying to see what she could do to help him recover, while Agares and Astaroth joined Dantalion in helping the royal family with their efforts to restructure the country’s military and bureaucracy.

And here Paimon was, lingering around the palace with no clear purpose, not having spoken to Hakuei in weeks.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, not at all! She would spend every waking minute by her queen’s side if she could, it was just...she wasn’t certain if Hakuei felt the same way anymore. Not only had she made no effort to seek out Paimon, she seemed to be actively avoiding her, ducking out of the room and avoiding eye contact whenever they came close. She hadn’t heard the princess speak another word to anyone since her return, and the pallor of her face and the dark shadows under her eyes concerned Paimon deeply.

She had a decidedly unsettling suspicion of what could be causing her distress, so much so that she had felt the need to go get some confirmation.

“Seishuuuuun, what’s the matter with her? Have I done something wrong? Won’t she talk to anybody?”

“Well,” said Seishun, who was quite quickly getting used to Paimon flopping down on top of him. “I don’t think it’s about you, exactly. She’ll talk to us and to Hakuryuu a little, but she won’t really look us in the eye. After, um...everything that happened with her, I think she’s ashamed. And confused, probably. I think...Maybe just give her a little time? I’d go talk to her but I don’t want to hurt her or scare her any worse.”

Paimon sighed. That had sounded fair enough, though she did tell herself that if Hakuei did not respond within a week or if she started to look any worse, she would step in. But as it happened, she didn’t have to. That very night, she turned the corner to the branch family’s rooms (where she and Zagan had been situated as well) and there was Hakuei, dressed for bed but leaning against the wall beside her door, arms crossed and head turned down to the floor. She glanced up at the soft sound of Paimon's footsteps, and Paimon stopped in her tracks, heart sinking at how utterly miserable the poor woman looked.

“Paimon.” Her voice was still so quiet. “May I talk to you?”

Paimon blinked. “Yes...Yes, of course you can, what is it?”

“I...”

Hakuei trailed off. She turned around and went into her bedroom, gesturing to Paimon to come with her. Paimon followed her in and across the candlelit room, sitting down on the bed next to her. Hakuei looked determinedly down at the floor again, hands folded in her lap. She swallowed hard and bit her lip, as if trying to say something but not finding the words.

It cut Paimon down to the bone to see her like this: worn, exhausted, afraid, as if she'd been through an endless war with no respite. And she had, hadn't she? Arba’s laugh echoed in her head, and brought her own burning hate back with it. It was that witch’s darkness that had done this, forced itself inside Hakuei and drained her dry, with no one to protect her -- !

Another second and Paimon might have blurted something out, but Hakuei beat her to it. “Did you...know what happened to me? Before they told you.”

“...Yes, I did.”

“And you knew who it was.”

“Yes,” Paimon answered, with some surprise and more than a little dread. “Did...you?”

“No. I didn’t know anything until she told me. She was all too happy to boast.”

Paimon swore she felt herself go pale as she realized what that meant, and was too horrified by it to respond right away. So Hakuei continued, and with her next words, might as well have stabbed Paimon directly in the heart.

“Paimon, I’m sorry...” Hakuei’s head twitched, as if she wanted to look at Paimon but couldn’t make herself do it. “Were you angry at me? Do you hate me?”

She felt very abruptly as if she’d been dunked bodily into cold bile, and hoped that the slack-jawed stare she was giving Hakuei now wasn’t too off-putting.

“You thought...No!” Her sudden shout made Hakuei jump and look her her in shock, and she immediately regretted it but couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth. “No, of course I’m not angry at you! And of course I don’t hate you! Wh-Why would you think that?!”

“I...She...She said you knew her. And because I was her daughter, y-you’d think I -- ”

“No, no, no, you stop right there.” Paimon scooted closer to Hakuei until their knees brushed together, looking directly into the younger woman’s eyes. “Listen to me. Whatever she told you, it was a lie, all right? Just a cruel, petty lie meant only to hurt you.”

“She said you felt it happen, when she took me. She felt your anger...” A sardonic huff came up from her throat. “You should have heard her screaming in rage, she said. About how I must have tricked you, I didn't believe her but she said things like that over and over, for so long, I -- “

“I said stop! Right now!” Paimon reached out to take Hakuei’s shoulders in her hands, gripping her tight, not bothering to hide the desperation on her face. “Yes, I did feel her take you, and yes, you should have heard me, because I was terrified out of my mind for you! All this time, she was right there next to you, right under all our noses planning to do those awful things to you, and I never knew until I heard you crying out and felt her forcing her way in, washing you away with all her -- ”

She choked on that, on the memory of that ice-cold evil overwhelming her. Before she knew it, her throat was closing up and Hakuei’s image was blurred by stinging tears. The only thing keeping her from breaking down was the feeling of Hakuei’s shoulders under her fingers.

“I wanted to come and save you, I swear to you, I did! But she, she threw my Vessel away, and I couldn’t get out, I tried so hard, but I couldn’t feel you at all, and I -- !”

She flinched in spite of herself when Hakuei’s hands flashed up to grab her wrists, holding on just as desperately as she was.

“It’s okay! It’s okay. I understand, I was just being paranoid, I-I...I was fighting too.”

It took Paimon a few tries to swallow the lump in her throat. “Y-You...were?”

“Yes. I...It was...so strange. In that place...And it was a place. Even Arba wasn’t sure where exactly. But I...She was in control, always. I was either someplace between asleep and awake, or awake but not able to do anything. I couldn’t see or hear outside for so much of the time, I could never move, but I...I...” Hakuei looked down at Paimon’s lap, and mumbled the next words. “In any case, it was Arba’s domain, that much she made clear. I was...”

Every word did things to Paimon’s insides she hadn’t thought possible, but she still found it in herself to speak. “You were awake, this whole time. I was praying that you were asleep, that you weren't afraid or in any pain. But she hurt you.”

It wasn't a question. Hakuei’s fingers trembled, and she clung tighter to still them. She took a deep, slow breath before answering. “Yes. She did, she was...doing everything she could to make me stop fighting for control back. To make me lie down and die, in other words. But I couldn't do that to any of you, I couldn't! Even if...Sometimes...”

Hakuei tried to go on, but only a shaky, nervous noise came out instead, that told Paimon very clearly that the conversation needed to veer in a completely different direction.

So, driven by her gut instinct, she threw her arms completely around Hakuei and pulled her in close for a hug. From the way Hakuei only stiffened in surprise for a second before relaxing into Paimon’s touch, giving a contented hum as she sank her head onto her chest...She knew that that must have been the exact right thing to do.

“You can tell me anything, you know,” she said softly. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but...You’ve been so brave and so strong, but you’ve been all alone. I’m here for you now, is all I’m trying to say. Even if I can’t lend you any more power.”

“It did feel wonderful, to be bonded with you that way. I never felt more powerful in my life. But...If I’m really being honest, I think I prefer you this way.” Hakuei lifted her head slightly to look up at Paimon’s face, with a hesitant little smile as she took it in. “I never noticed until just now, but...Do you know, you have the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen?”

“O...Oh?” A startled Paimon blinked them several times, her stomach performing a series of impromptu backflips. She couldn’t tell whether it felt good or not, she reflected, as she ran a tentative hand over Hakuei’s loose hair. “Well...I never thought about that. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is you, after all.”

Hakuei laughed, but there was something hollow in it. The princess rolled over in Paimon’s arms, and she laid back against the pile of pillows to accommodate the new position. She looked down at her own robe-clad body with an an expression that Paimon couldn’t place, but that worried her.

“I don’t feel beautiful. When I look at myself, after everything she did, I...I expect to see myself...mangled. Torn apart. Stained with her handprints, everywhere she...” Hakuei gulped, turning her face back to Paimon’s shoulder. Paimon, for her part, thought she knew exactly what Hakuei was so unwilling to say, and it boiled her blood, but she forced herself to stay calm and attentive as Hakuei pressed her fingertips to her cheek...her now smooth and perfect cheek. “But there’s nothing, no proof I was ever hurt at all. And I can’t even say I’m exactly the way I used to be, either. My scars, she erased me, she took away my scars -- !”

She choked on the beginnings of a sob.

“A puppet. That’s what she called me. Not a soldier, she said, I was never born to be a soldier, just a pretty little puppet for her to use. She didn’t just take three years of my life. She didn’t just take my father, and my brothers! She took hold of me and tried to rip out and throw away everything I made of myself, a-and now I’m...I’m just this blank shell that’s rotten and empty on the inside, and there was nothing I could do to stop her, I couldn’t even free myself in the end -- !”

Hakuei broke off into tears, and Paimon held her closer, as if just holding her tight enough could extinguish every bit of her pain. “Shhh, shhh...It’s all right now. You are a warrior, with the strongest heart I’ve ever known. You fought her as hard and as long as you could, and you’re safe now, that’s what matters.”

“It’s...Everything she did, it’s all my fault...!”

“No, no, it’s not! It’s not. Hakuei-chan, believe me, if you fall into that trap of blaming yourself, you’ll never come back out. All of Alma Torran was tricked by her and ruined by her, and there was nothing any of us could do about it until it was too late!” Paimon bit her lip. These were not exactly memories she wanted to be reliving, either. “It’s shame and anger and betrayal that never leaves you, I’m sorry to say. What you’ve lost, you’re not going to get back. But you’ve got your life back now, even if it’s not what you knew before. So now you pick yourself back up and move on with it. You do whatever you can. And you can do it with the people who love you.”

“You make that sound so easy.”

“...No one blames you for what happened, you know. They understand. They know it wasn’t you doing any of it.”

Hakuei sighed, deep and weary. “Yes, I’m sure that, ‘she’s possessed by her ancient body-stealing mother who technically isn’t really her mother,’ was the first conclusion everyone reached when I started doing such terrible things.”

“But that wasn’t you.”

“No, it wasn’t. But it was my voice and my face and my form, and that’s just as bad. Seishun and Doruji told me, while they were explaining how long I was out, that it took a full year before Aladdin realized that I wasn’t me anymore. All of them felt that pain of someone they loved and trusted turning around and treating them like trash, for no reason at all. There’s no way around it, and I...I haven’t been able to face any of them yet. How can I?”

“Well, you just ask!” If the situation weren’t so serious, Paimon would have giggled. “You’ve done all right with me tonight, haven’t you?”

“Do you think so?”

“Of course I do! If you need me to be with you while you go to them, then I’ll be right there by your side. But it is something you need to do. You can’t keep avoiding your family forever. You want to be with them again, don’t you?”

“Yes...Yes, I absolutely do, I love them all more than anything, but I...I don’t know whether it can be the same anymore. They’ve kept me in the dark about so many things, for so long. I don’t know what Kouen or any of them really thought of me, and Hakuryuu...” She snorted. “Hakuryuu acts like everything’s just perfect now. But the last time we talked...He made it clear that he never fully trusted me, that there’s plenty he blames me for. He’s had time to move on from the way he used to be, that much is clear. And it makes me happy to see him, and proud, but...That was time that I lost. I’m still lost. And I don’t know where I am in my own family and my own home anymore.”

Paimon nodding, continuing to stroke Hakuei’s hair as she explained. “That’s not something I have an easy answer for, I’m afraid. The only thing to do for it is to brace yourself and take the plunge.”

“...Yes, I figured as much,” Hakuei admitted. “I suppose it is the obvious answer. But still...It scares me, more than it should.”

“To tell you the truth, they're just as nervous to talk to you. They're worried they'll accidentally hurt you more. They don't know how you're feeling, and they should. You'll all feel better once you've got everything out in the open.”

“It won’t be a one-and-done thing. This...This is going to take time.”

“That’s right. No one’s going to rush you.” Paimon paused. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Arba told me so many things over the past three years. She had so many stories, so many tricks, it’s going to take so long just to parse out what was the truth and what was just another lie.” Hakuei swallowed hard. “I need to talk to Hakuryuu, if no one else. She taunted me about what she did to him, but she’d also laugh about how she could be lying about the...the worst things she talked about, and I...I just have to know what was going on. What nobody thought I could know.”

Paimon nodded, wishing fervently that she’d been paying more attention herself. Family discord, especially on the degree that royal families’ tended to escalate to, was not something she was well versed in. “We’ll put together what you want to ask about, and go from there, all right? We’ve got time now, no one’s going to hurt us anymore. The world’s feeling like a pretty friendly place lately, after all.”

Hakuei smiled at that, resting her head on Paimon’s shoulder. “That has been a relief. You know, I think that’s the part of all this that I’d like in my head before I go to sleep tonight.”

“Yeah, this seems like a nice place to break for the night,” Paimon agreed, glancing out the bedroom window at the golden full moon and stars. Those, at least, were still perfectly intact. She rolled over onto her side, taking an unresisting Hakuei with her. For a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the peace of the moment: in the dark and the quiet, wrapped in cool, soft silks and satins, with her beautiful queen safe and soothed in her arms. She would protect this peace, Paimon swore to herself, she would protect her queen with her own life.

“I’ve always found it best to sleep on things like this, anyway,” Hakuei murmured, snuggling up closer to Paimon, who wondered if Hakuei knew exactly how quickly that made her heart melt. “If you don’t mind...Would you keep doing that with my hair? It feels so nice.”

“Oh, I absolutely would not mind,” Paimon assured, stroking from the top of her head down to the back of her neck, slow and rhythmic.

“You know...” Hakuei smiled against Paimon’s collarbone, looking as if she’d like to laugh. “I used to keep you under my pillow. Your Vessel, I mean.”

At that, Paimon really did giggle. “Is that so?”

“Yes. If I’d wake up in the middle of the night, I’d just reach under and feel the feathers, the gold trim, and it would help me fall back to sleep. It was nice, knowing you were there even if I couldn’t talk to you.”

“Glad to be of service. Then and now.” With her free hand, Paimon gently traced the bruise-like shadows under Hakuei’s eyes. “You haven’t been getting much sleep lately, have you?”

Hakuei’s smiled faded, and she pressed her forehead against Paimon’s shoulder. “I...I dream of her. Every night I think I’m back with her. It’s...suffocating.”

Paimon leaned down to kiss Hakuei’s forehead, as she had the first time they’d met, without thinking. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to do, and Hakuei seemed to calm immediately. “It’ll be okay. I’ll keep every nightmare away from you. I’m here now, I’ll be here with you as long as you’ll have me.”

And just like that, the smile returned to Hakuei’s face. Her answer did not come in words; at least, not right away. Instead, she wrapped a hand around the back of Paimon's head, and moved to close the short distance between them and press her lips softly against Paimon's. Letting out a surprised and excited "Mmf?!" was pure reflex on Paimon's part, but then again, so was kissing back, deeply and lovingly.

When after what felt like forever and at the same time, nowhere near long enough, Hakuei pulled back and looked up at Paimon, her eyes shone. “Then I suppose you’ll be staying forever, then?”

In answer, Paimon turned around to blow out the single candle on the nightstand, and tugged the blankets over the two of them as she laid back down. She cuddled Hakuei close, their legs entwining under the thick, soft fabric, basking in the pure sensation of each other’s bodies. How long, she wondered, had she dreamed of this?

“That sounds just perfect to me.”

#magi wlw week #ren hakuei #paimon #magi #kaen's fics

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dunderation · 6 years

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Example For Nikki

Dark Elf Sorcerer 1 (Waterdhavian Noble)

Armor Class 11

Hit Points 6+con

Intiative +1

Speed 30 ft.

Abilities Str 0, Dex +2, Con 0, Int 0, Wis 0, Cha +1

Saving Throws Constitution +2, Charisma +2

Proficient in History , Perception, Persuasion

Senses passive Perception 12

Equipment

Attacks

Racial Traits

Superior Darkvision. Accustomed to the depths of the Underdark, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 120 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 23

Keen Senses. You have proficiency in the Perception skill. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 23

Fey Ancestry. You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 23

Trance. Elves don't need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. (The Common word for such meditation is "trance.") While meditating, you can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years of practice. After resting in this way, you gain the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours of sleep. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 23

Languages. You can speak, read, and write Common and Elvish. Elvish is fluid, with subtle intonations and intricate grammar. Elven literature is rich and varied, and their songs and poems are famous among other races. Many bards learn their language so they can add Elvish ballads to their repertoires. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 23

Sunlight Sensitivity. You have disadvantage on attack rolls and on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on sight when you, the target of your attack, or whatever you are trying to perceive is in direct sunlight. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 24

Drow Magic. You know the dancing lights cantrip. When you reach 3rd level, you can cast the faerie fire spell once with this trait and regain the ability to do so when you finish a long rest. When you reach 5th level, you can cast the darkness spell once with this trait and regain the ability to do so when you finish a long rest. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for these spells. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 24

Drow Weapon Training. You have proficiency with rapiers, shortswords, and hand crossbows. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 24

Sorcerer Features

Starting Sorcerer. As a 1st-level Sorcerer, you begin play with 6+your Constitution modifier hit points. You are proficient with the following items, in addition to any proficiencies provided by your race or background. • Armor: none • Weapons: daggers, darts, slings, quarterstaffs, light crossbows • Tools: none • Skills: Choose two from Arcana, Deception, Insight, Intimidation, Persuasion, and Religion You begin play with the following equipment, in addition to any equipment provided by your background. • (a) a light crossbow and 20 bolts or (b) any simple weapon • (a) a component pouch or (b) an arcane focus • (a) a dungeoneer's pack or (b) an explorer's pack • Two daggers Alternatively, you may start with 3d4x10 gp and choose your own equipment. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 99

Spellcasting. An event in your past, or in the life of a parent or ancestor, left an indelible mark on you, infusing you with arcane magic. This font of magic, whatever its origin, fuels your spells. See chapter 10 for the general rules of spellcasting and chapter 11 for the sorcerer spell list. Cantrips: At 1st level, you know four cantrips of your choice from the sorcerer spell list. You learn an additional sorcerer cantrip of your choice at 4th level and another at 10th level. Spell Slots: The Sorcerer table shows how many spell slots you have to cast your spells of 1st level and higher. To cast one of these sorcerer spells, you must expend a slot of the spell’s level or higher. You regain all expended spell slots when you finish a long rest. For example, if you know the 1st-level spell burning hands and have a 1st-level and a 2nd-level spell slot available, you can cast burning hands using either slot. Spells Known of 1st Level and Higher: You know two 1st-level spells of your choice from the sorcerer spell list. You learn an additional sorcerer spell of your choice at each level except 12th, 14th, 16th, 18th, 19th, and 20th. Each of these spells must be of a level for which you have spell slots. For instance, when you reach 3rd level in this class, you can learn one new spell of 1st or 2nd level. Additionally, when you gain a level in this class, you can choose one of the sorcerer spells you know and replace it with another spell from the sorcerer spell list, which also must be of a level for which you have spell slots. Spellcasting Ability: Charisma is your spellcasting ability for your sorcerer spells, since the power of your magic relies on your ability to project your will into the world. You use your Charisma whenever a spell refers to your spellcasting ability. In addition, you use your Charisma modifier when setting the saving throw DC for a sorcerer spell you cast and when making an attack roll with one. Spell save DC = 8 + your proficiency bonus + your Charisma modifier Spell attack modifier = your proficiency bonus + your Charisma modifier Source: Player's Handbook, p. 101

Sorcerous Origin. Choose a sorcerous origin, which describes the source of your innate magical power: Draconic Bloodline or Wild Magic, both detailed at the end of the class description. Your choice grants you features when you choose it at 1st level and again at 6th, 14th, and 18th level. Source: Player's Handbook, p. 101

Sorcerous Origin: Storm Sorcery. Your innate magic comes from the power of elemental air. Many with this power can trace their magic back to a near-death experience caused by the Great Rain, but perhaps you were born during a howling gale so powerful that folk still tell stories of it, or your lineage might include the influence of potent air creatures such as vaati or djinn Whatever the case, the magic of the storm permeates your being. Storm sorcerers are invaluable members of a ship’s crew. Their magic allows them to exert control over wind and weather in their immediate area. Their abilities also prove useful in repelling attacks by sahuagin, pirates, and other waterborne threats. Source: Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide, p. 137 Xanathar's Guide to Everything p. 51

Wind Speaker (Storm Sorcery). The arcane magic you command is infused with elemental air. You can speak, read, and write Primordial. (Knowing this language allows you to understand and be understood by those who speak its dialects: Aquan, Auran, Ignan, and Terran. Source: Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide, p. 137 Xanathar's Guide to Everything p. 52

Tempestuous Magic (Storm Sorcery). Starting at 1st level, you can use a bonus action on your turn to cause whirling gusts of elemental air to briefly surround you, immediately before or after you cast a spell of 1st level or higher. Doing so allows you to fly up to 10 feet without provoking opportunity attacks. Source: Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide, p. 137 Xanathar's Guide to Everything p. 52

Background Traits

Description. You are a scion of one of the great noble families of Waterdeep. Human families who jealously guard their privilege and place in the City of Splendors, Waterdhavian nobles have a reputation across Faerûn for being eccentric, spoiled, venal, and, above all else, rich. Whether you are a shining example of the reason for this reputation or one who proves the rule by being an exception, people expect things of you when they know your surname and what it means. Your reasons for taking up adventuring likely involve your family in some way: Are you the family rebel, who prefers delving in filthy dungeons to sipping zzar at a ball? Or have you taken up sword or spell on your family's behalf, ensuring that they have someone of renown to see to their legacy? Work with your DM to come up with the family you are part of — there are around seventy-five lineages in Waterdeep, each with its own financial interests, specialties, and schemes. You might be part of the main line of your family, possibly in line to become its leader one day. Or you might be one of any number of cousins, with less prestige but also less responsibility.

Suggested Characteristics. Use the tables for the noble background in the Player's Handbook as the basis for your traits and motivations, modifying the entries when appropriate to suit your identity as a member of a Waterdhavian family. Like other nobles, you were born and raised in a different world from the one that most folk know- one that grants you privilege but also calls you to fulfill a duty befitting your station. Your bond might be associated with your family a lone, or it could be concerned with another noble house that sides with or opposes your own. Your ideal depends to some extent on how you view your role in the family, and how you intend to conduct yourself in the world at large as a representative of your house.

Starting Proficiencies. Your background grants you the following proficiencies. Skills: History, Persuasion Languages: any one of your choice Tools: one type of gaming set or one musical instrument

Kept in Style. While you are in Waterdeep or elsewhere in the North, your house sees to your everyday needs. Your name and signet are sufficient to cover most of your expenses; the inns, taverns, and festhalls you frequent are glad to record your debt and send an accounting to your family's estate in Waterdeep to settle what you owe. This advantage enables you to live a comfortable lifestyle without having to pay 2 gp a day for it, or reduces the cost of a wealthy or aristocratic lifestyle by that amount. You may not maintain a less affluent lifestyle and use the difference as income — the benefit is a line of credit, not an actual monetary reward. Source: Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide, p. 154

Equipment. A set of fine clothes, a signet ring or brooch, a scroll of pedigree, a skin of fine zzar or wine, and a purse containing 20 gp.

Personality Trait. Choose or randomly determine 1. My eloquent flattery makes everyone I talk to feel like the most wonderful and important person in the world. 2. The common folk love me for my kindness and generosity. 3. No one could doubt by looking at my regal bearing that I am a cut above the unwashed masses. 4. I take great pains to always look my best and follow the latest fashions. 5. I don't like to get my hands dirty, and I won't be caught dead in unsuitable accommodations. 6. Despite my noble birth, I do not place myself above other folk. We all have the same blood. 7. My favor, once lost, is lost forever. 8. If you do me an injury, I will crush you, ruin your name, and salt your fields.

Ideal. Choose or randomly determine 1. Respect: Respect is due to me because of my position, but all people regardless of station deserve to be treated with dignity. (Good). 2. Responsibility: It is my duty to respect the authority of those above me, just as those below me must respect mine. (Lawful). 3. Independence: I must prove that I can handle myself without the coddling of my family. (Chaotic). 4. Power: If I can attain more power, no one will tell me what to do. (Evil). 5. Family: Blood runs thicker than water. (Any). 6. Noble Obligation: It is my duty to protect and care for the people beneath me. (Good).

Bond. Choose or randomly determine 1. I will face any challenge to win the approval of my family. 2. My house's alliance with another noble family must be sustained at all costs. 3. Nothing is more important than the other members of my family. 4. I am in love with the heir of a family that my family despises. 5. My loyalty to my sovereign is unwavering. 6. The common folk must see me as a hero of the people.

Flaw. Choose or randomly determine 1. I secretly believe that everyone is beneath me. 2. I hide a truly scandalous secret that could ruin my family forever. 3. I too often hear veiled insults and threats in every word addressed to me, and I'm quick to anger. 4. I have an insatiable desire for carnal pleasures. 5. In fact, the world does revolve around me. 6. By my words and actions, I often bring shame to my family.

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Hey Liz, question: why do you think this fandom got so protective of terrible women? Both Mary and Rowena are awful, selfish people with exactly 0 character development, and yet they somehow became precious protect at all cost? Are we so starved of representation? I don't get it. For me it's Jody and Donna all the way.

Heya. Well first of all “the fandom” seems to haaate Mary so you must be thinking of the weird narrow circle of people who actually enjoy her character like me and all the peeps I filtered out in season 12 who weren’t being awful about her to follow and support. >.> Aka “the fandom” if I had to generalise my impression of raw numbers, IS the reason why the people who like Mary are protective of her. Because there’s stuff like spnconfessions posting someone saying “I want Mary and Kelly to be stabbed hundreds of times at the end of the season” which… yiiiikes.

Rowena is more popular in my impression but then she has a charismatic actress who embedded herself in fandom immediately (she liked some of my Rowena meta and spec back in season 10!), and was always presented as a “villain” (although she has NEVER been a big bad of a season, always just along for the ride and almost ALWAYS in chains or captured) so at least it was not like she was living down anyone’s expectations except Crowley.

ALSO it’s not a competition or an either or. I love Jody, and Donna, and Linda Tran, and Mary, and Rowena and Kelly Kline, and all the other characters who’ve passed over our screen. People probably get bored of me saying this but I *like* the show and its characters and its storylines until they give me strong reasons not to like them, and I don’t approach fictional characters with hostility or unless there’s a very strong personal aversion, a reaction as if I knew them in real life or they represent things FROM my real life.

Even when they are written to be dark or messed up or bad people, if they’re fleshed out and there’s a good reason or a point to it all in the story, then I like it. I don’t need characters to be good and pure all the time for them to be worth my love, or why the heck would I like the Winchesters, right?

I’m just trying to say, I think I have a different attitude to these characters than you do, because I see that the show has done some great things with them, including developing them a LOT, and they’re really interesting characters to me.

I now have 3 fics on my Ao3 which have or are entirely from Mary’s POV because I find her a fascinating mess. I feel like I grew up knowing the mythology about her and only got to meet her as a real human last year, and I loved that she was human and real, as promised in the flashbacks but never given a chance for us to SEE.

And Rowena is not a character I think anyone needs to DEFEND (except in the sense of omg stop putting her in chains or killing her off when she’s inconvenient) because she’s utterly in control of herself, her image, her goals, and yet she has a vulnerability and a pain to her dark past which makes her interesting. The more we learn about her the more we learn about how she became what she is when we first meet her, and 12x11 for me did some AMAZING stuff with Rowena that finished the process of making her softer and more friendly in that she’d forged a better alliance with the Winchesters and we saw her and Dean utterly vulnerable around each other, which makes for incredible character development. We were only just starting to get a real idea of the woman behind the appearance she makes of herself, but it’s been hinted all along how hard she had to fight to get what she wanted, and how she gravitates towards comfort and being looked after and using her power to get it because of how poorly she was treated? She’s much easier to sum up in a paragraph, while I’ve written pages and pages and pages about Mary in both meta and fic, but that doesn’t mean she’s less developed, she just has a smaller overall legacy in the show as when she comes back it will only be her 4th season to Mary’s overarching importance to *13* seasons.

And… UGH. I just rewatched 10x09 recently and it’s SO INTERESTING. I remember all that meta from the time, about Rowena paralleling John, her bad parenting to his, and she comes back now almost as a precursor to Mary, trying the waters with bringing Crowley’s mum back into his life to see how that all goes over, his disappointment, the way she DELIBERATELY manipulates him, makes him need her again, until he casts her out, their back and forth, their conviction to the end that they should have been the one to kill the other… Their revenge story… Crowley just wanting to know WHY she was such a bad parent, Rowena loving another boy but not him as a son, so it’s the utter opposite of “family don’t end in blood” - that their only tie IS their blood and they mutually loathe each other because of it. Because they can’t be rid of each other because of it… I mean it’s the dark mirror to Mary coming back in the sense that Rowena is absolutely unapologetically a bad parent when she returns. That Crowley, softened up by the last couple of seasons, seriously struggles with her return… The Crowley and Rowena stuff in season 10 is actually really interesting, even if some of it is pretty ridiculous in execution, the point of having it there is fascinating, especially when you marathon through and then join it up to season 11.

None of that is meant to say Rowena is good, or stanning for her is, like, advocating her awful parenting as a pinnacle of goodness. It’s just saying, she’s a terrible person but a fascinating character, and why wouldn’t we enjoy her being fun and evil and unapologetic for that on our screens, just as much as we might like Jody being patient and kind and the sort of gentle, understanding motherly pinnacle of “good” mothers on the show.

And Mary is WONDERFULLY in the middle of that. I don’t know if people are having issues with her just because they have issues with their own mothers or because of expectations that the show was deliberately subverting that people just didn’t gel with and so came at her all from the wrong angles expecting her to be domestic and to bring peace rather than conflict, but Mary is a *startlingly* good female character on the show, and she exists in the space between Jody, the pinnacle of being a “good” mother, and Rowena, the blatant “bad” mother, but as soon as Mary strays from being the pure saintly victim image that we had for 11 years, even the flashbacks never changing her position as a victim of the narrative despite trying to give her some more personality and just making her spunky on top of being pure, rather than deepening her…

I mean one of my BFFs who hasn’t been watching the show so much lately really hated the idea of Mary coming back because she sees the boys as too old to be treated as “the boys” and Mary’s purpose to only be to heal and to protect them, and why would the show bring her back to deal with their mommy issues, it’s just too late, too little, how can you ever patch her back into their lives and fix everything? They’re too OLD to deal with their mommy issues.

And that’s literally the antithesis of what season 11 was doing: what it ACKNOWLEDGED was the issue with bringing Mary back, that she can’t be a nurturer, can’t do a fresh start on their issues. Can’t just make it all better by being there and putting band aids on their knees and tucking them into bed. They weren’t raised with that. They can’t RETROACTIVELY get it from her because it’s not age appropriate and they have developed as people.

And for the first time, Mary is allowed to just exist and wander around the Bunker and cut her hair and wear hunter-y clothes instead of that freakin’ nightgown, and UPSET them by not fitting in because there’s the way it feels like she SHOULD have been aka kissing boo boos, and the way they know she CAN’T be that because it’s weird but they still missed out on it, and the way she is how she is for real after only ever having images and dreams and conjured djinn versions or fake Heaven versions or people wearing her face, and so on and so on. Just a real flesh and blood woman who was manipulated literally to heaven and back by outside forces, trying to deal with losing *everything* over and over, and being presented with her weird family of adult sons and attached angel, clearly nursing depression and a total lack of direction and connection…

I mean people connect with Mary for some pretty obvious reasons about motherhood and loss and depression all of which are represented in her weird situation with metaphorical links to real life feelings. Imagine she had post natal depression about Sam and look at season 12 again and *bam* she’s 100 miles deep and it huuuurts. I haven’t even had a baby let alone this entire analogy but I can see it right there in her story. I don’t need to RELATE directly to find it interesting? And there’s so much more about her beyond this one random thing I just picked up as an example. Imagining being in her shoes and then imagining how Sam and Dean have talked about her and seen her as the casual viewing audience is a STARK way to put her story in contrast to make sense.

Like, if you just allow Mary to be her own person with her own story and motives, there’s so much in there, that you don’t get if you just look at her like she could have been something to Sam and Dean that she wasn’t and immediately write her off as just as bad as Rowena - who is also far more complex than just a bad mother. If it’s these characters not living up to idea motherhood that makes you hate them that’s something you have to get over to see WHY people might like them, for the same reasons people can like flawed messed up non-mother characters.

I mean Mary in season 12 functionally has a similar arc/intro to the story as JACK does, the same conflict about finding themselves in this world, the same drive to make it right, and Mary’s dealing with the PAST she’s fucked up, and Jack’s dealing with immediate present fuck ups and the weight of expectations of his FUTURE fuck ups that everyone wants him to do this that and the other… But Jack immediately got a ton of adoring fans and I would say fandom seems to lean pro-Jack, while it’s generally anti-Mary, despite the fact they have had very similar, parallel struggles to integrating into the world and dealing with expectations/problems.

But Jack is a cute as a button baby son for the fandom who can be easily forgiven for everything, and Mary is its flawed, messy mother. And you clearly seem to have the same knee jerk reaction that Good Mothers are characters to be rewarded and loved for their kindness and strength and flaws in acceptable amounts that do not harm their ability to parent well and be supportive and present. And Bad Mothers apparently can’t even be enjoyed as an interesting villain-but-not-bad-guy like Rowena who is out for herself unapologetically - a confidence trait that people CAN and should admire in obviously less “murder a bunch of people because they’re in the way” quantities to aspire to if they need a just a pinch of Rowena in their lives. And Mary who was a VICTIM in the narrative until 12x01, I have to repeat, and on earning her narrative freedom, aka not doomed by Heaven, and seen only through Sam and Dean’s eyes but allowed to be herself, abruptly goes in others’ eyes from sweet mother mary to being utterly ruined and the worst character. Because she couldn’t parent her ADULT sons while *grieving* her baby sons and husband, who not only is dead but she has to come to terms with what her death, her fuck up, did to him and did to her sons.

Season 12 HAS to be viewed through Mary’s POV when the episodes are about her, and she HAS to be given full compassion as a POV important character like you would do for Sam and Cas and Dean and now Jack, and Jody and/or Donna when they’re on screen, or Claire and Alex in their episodes. I mean 9x19 is from Alex and Jody’s POV. There are a couple of Winchester scenes but the emotional storytelling is ALL on Alex and Jody, to the point of them having all the opening and closing scenes, while Sam and Dean appear like outsiders to them. This same thing is used on Mary a few times - making us look at Sam and Dean from her eyes.

12x03, also by Berens - because he’s amazing at this sort of thing - makes us look at them this way. It sets up how Sam and Dean *are* to Mary with the horrifying baby in the crib and the little ghost boy. Her lost children. And Sam and Dean blanking her out of working the case by accident because they’re so much more efficient with modern tech. Letting her solve it with old fashioned tech and application of heart. We see Mary’s entire process in this episode that leads to her leaving. It’s *beautiful*. Please go watch that episode from Mary’s POV.

(And enjoy Rowena being an unapologetic badass in the background :P)

I am literally begging if you don’t understand and hate Mary in season 12 to try it again from her POV and be less precious about Sam and Dean and how much value she has determined only by how well she mothers them.

I mean dammit I’m just gonna rec my own fic I wrote after 12x14 because I think it explains how I view Mary sympathetically and as a complex character without apologising for or defending her, just caring about her story and trying to understand her, more effectively than any meta I could write.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10143074

But also just rewatch 12x01, 12x03, 12x06, 12x09, 12x14, 12x21 and 12x22 from Mary’s POV, even just her important scenes. Pause the episodes after she does stuff you struggle with and ask yourself how SHE would feel based on HER history if you’re having trouble getting into it. Remember how she saw Dean and Sam in 12x03 in the metaphors of the cursed burnt out baby boy and the lil ghost child because that DIRECTLY links to 12x22′s dream sequence. You’re going to see her suicidal, lost, confused, desperate to fix the mess she made… And ultimately in 12x23 she is vindicated for her deal with the AU being based on it NOT happening, and she’s the point from which it all came. Remember 4x03 Mary at that point, how she was an innocent victim as much as anyone else, being funneled into being “John and Mary, husband and wife” JUST because Heaven wanted it. How she’d already been raised as a hunter by her strict father and wanted to be FREE. How she has been un-free, how even her idea of freedom was all a manipulation by both heaven and hell, that she was a baby factory for the both of them. That her deal was for that freedom, but as poisoned as everything else that ever happened and her death in 1x01 is the punishment for trying to be free.

Remember that bringing her back sets her free but also takes away *everything* from her, including Sam and Dean, and leaves her with only her identity as a hunter to fall back on. And then they take away that too.

Remember that Mary is as messed up as her boys, who we LOVE for being messed up, complicated human beings, and that her goodness as a mother is just one aspect of her character, but not the defining one we’re supposed to like her for.

Remember that all the images of Mary we see between season 2-6 are manipulations and lies and extrapolations in 2x20 of how DEAN feels about what Mary is/what he WANTED her to be, and the only real Mary we saw that whole time was the one in 1x09, who was as defensive of her boys as she was in season 12, and whose only real words were to APOLOGISE to Sam for what she’s done, a character arc she can’t pick up again from her POV until SEASON 12, even if it’s been thrice resolved for Sam. That her dying thoughts were knowing she’d doomed Sam. That she only understood her deal when it was too late and she was pinned to the ceiling.

Remember that the reason she seems to be a bad mother in the story in season 12 is because they WANTED her to be that way, because they’re FREEING her of the image of what she was for 12 long years. They’re turning her into a real character. That it’s a calculated breakdown and DEVELOPMENT of her character beyond being a 1 dimensional saintly dead mother, whose fleshed out backstory made her more and more a tragic victim of circumstance and took away all her agency, her memories, and the last time we see her in 5x13 she is parroting the “angels are watching over you” line in a way that gives you the sickest dread of dramatic irony, as in that context it is about how her sons are about to DIE for this if the angels get their way. She’s helpless. She’s the buttmonkey of the apocalypse.

Whatever else you feel about season 12 and Dabb and all, there was a huge effort from all the writers who touched her story - ALL of them - to free her and take this weight from her, to tie her into the current arc while respecting how the past would CRUSH her. And they DID crush her. And within that crushing, when exactly was she, the most emotionally scarred and messed up Winchester on the playing field that year, supposed to be a good mother to Sam and Dean when that definition seems to include selfless sacrifice and giving more of yourself? She thought that’s what she was doing with the BMoL, and it destroyed her all over again. It literally carved her out and left her empty. More people got hurt because she tried to do something to make it right. And she lost herself in the process. It’s not a subtle metaphor. Or how it was resolved with honesty and bringing the family back together.

… You can probably tell we got an esspresso maker for Christmas by the length of this reply. Just… Argh, no. Mary is one of the most fascinating female characters and fuck the idea she has to be a good mum to be a good character or that we can only like the most pure characters. If she had been a good mum in season 12 she would have been PAINFULLY boring and flat and under-used. What would you have DONE with her? installed her in the Bunker to do nothing more than provide comfort at the start and end of each episode, and sometimes come along on safe easy hunts? Need to be rescued in all the dramatic moments because she couldn’t fuck up and cause something herself ever? She can be rescued NOW because she fucked up enough last season it’s a different aspect of her character to be in this position. Which she kinda got herself into by PUNCHING LUCIFER IN THE FACE.

And if you can see Mary how I see her, then suddenly all her heart and kindness is there, she’s wonderful, she’s complex, she’s just fundamentally broken and messed up and had her own issues with Sam and Dean that came from this, that were explored and addressed FROM HER POINT OF VIEW, and helped her from HER OWN PERSPECTIVE to overcome the first hurdle of being reintegrated into the story.

Just… give her a chance to be human. Everything you say you can’t see in her is right there when you do.

#Asks #character development works backwards too!#people can slide down bad ways!#season 9 and 10 were character development for Dean #season 4 was INCREDIBLE character development for Sam #season 6 has the most character developing episode for any character ever in Cas #they're all fuck ups!#how can you have a fave if they don't fuck the fuck up???#mary F Winchester #Rowena #It's being protective from the people who accuse them of being flat and horrible without understanding them tbqh sorry #I really hope you can like Mary even a fraction of the amount I like her #PLEASE give her another chance!!!

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The Molten Charcoal - Chapter 5 Silver x Idia Fanfiction

Since exams are coming, here’s a bit of old (alas) content: