#((and is dealing with one supernatural revelation at a time))

[captainsparklefingers]

One of the things I'm taking away from the second go round of Dracula Daily (and particularly from David Ault's excellent performance in Re: Dracula) is how much I like Lord Arthur Godalming.

Like. On the surface and the first time round he stands out the least of Lucy's suitors, and given how much time we hear from Jack, he can come off the most developed. Quincy, of course, gives us a heck of a lot of personality with relatively little (again, compared to how much we get from Jack). Arthur, though, doesn't have the same volume of words to develop, nor the instantly clear personality. He's just Lucy's fiancee, Jack and Quincy's friend, the heroes of light's wealthy benefactor.

But God, this poor man. He's suffered several immense losses in a very short period, been forced to see the woman he loved as a monster, and then had to put her down so she could rest in peace. Beyond the emotional burdens of such losses, he has to deal with the legal matters and the settling of affairs for three different people, probably doing whatever one needs to do to take his father's place in the House of Lords (something I know absolutely nothing about but I assume there's things to do there), AND the earth shattering revelation the supernatural is real, monsters do exist, and the one who killed Lucy is still out there.

And all of that while having to abide by the Victorian standards of manhood. Stalwart, strong, showing no emotions that could make him seem weak.

I think the scene in September 30th, where Mina comforts him and finally he has the chance to let go of all of these burdens he's felt he must carry alone, all of the grief and sorrow he's been forced to carry, he can for at least a moment put aside the mask of manliness society insist he wear and just let himself be a man who has lost his father and his fiancee within days of each other, who is dealing with situations beyond belief.

Obviously we've seen him cry and grieve before but it always felt like he was stifling it to a degree because, well. He only has his male friends to lean on now and the stupid proprieties of society mean he can only lean so much. But now he's had a chance to finally let go, made a connection with Lucy's dearest friend and a new sister of choice. He has his friends, he's finally been allowed to mourn in the way he's truly feeling...and now he's ready to help in whatever way possible to avenge Lucy.

Arthur comes off to me as a very strong character, a man driven by great love, who's emotions, as constrained as they may be, are one of his greatest strengths (and, of course, every good monster hunting group needs a financial benefactor). He's not a flat character at all, he's not forgettable character. Lucy loved him for a reason and, I think, in the moment his grief finally breaks, we get a glimpse at that.

I think that one of the good things of Dracula Daily has been making people realize how good of a character Jonathan Harker is, how pop culture has done damage to the true character of Lucy and Mina…I think we should add that its done a good job of making one care for a character as Arthur, who at first glance seems flat and boring.

Or at least it's made me appreciate him more. And I still want to know how he and Jack and Quincy became friends and what sort of shenanigans they got up to before the events of the book.

#dracula #dracula daily #dracula daily 2: vampire boogaloo #dracula spoilers #dracula daily spoilers #arthur godalming #re: dracula #seriously David Ault has done such a good job with him

[wellofdean]

Thinking about @luckshiptoshore and her liveblog of watching Supernatural and how much I love following it and how great it is to watch someone just fucking ENJOY the show...

And then, there were a couple of people in my Discord who love the fic, but have never watched the show, and folks in there were trying to convince them that it was worth watching (duh!) and that knowing the show by heart makes the fic so much better and like yes, again... DUH! And then I was suddenly overcome with such a feeling of ENVY for all the people who still have the chance to watch Supernatural for the first time already knowing what happens in the end.

I mean, I watched 14 years of it in real time (after downloading and bingeing season 1) and at least I was clever enough not to be in the fandom trenches that whole time, and just enjoyed it for what it was, but the end broke my brain, and changed the whole show for me.

Because, like, here's what happens in Supernatural by the end: Dean and Cas are in love. It was not subtle. Dean can't say it because he never has a single moment of not being up to his pretty, pretty eyeballs in dealing with the ongoing and constantly multiplying trauma of being the man his father raised him to be, and god's specialest boy to boot, but in the end, Cas finally does just fucking say it. Not only that, he waits until he can use it to save Dean, and show him once and for all in an incontrovertible, undeniable way exactly how deeply and truly loved and SEEN he is.

When you watch it knowing that, knowing that the the whole story is going to end in that stupid bunker dungeon with Cas telling Dean who he is and dying to save him, the whole thing just HITS DIFFERENT, because the Dean of season one with his outcast liminality and pretty, pretty lips is the poor, lonely, weird boy who will one day be loved like that by Castiel, an angel of the lord -- an impossible Eldritch being who learned what love and selfhood are from closely observing Dean.

The consensus amongst most Supernatural fans is that it is trashy and bad and that its all evil queerbaiting, but I would contend that it's actually deeply entertaining, culturally rich and interesting (yes, even its flaws and missteps), often impressively well-written and acted, never puts on any airs about being prestige television or high art, but still manages to be ultimately epic and somehow sublime, and that it's a queer story, about queer love saving the universe, and it is so, so worth watching.

Like, my brainworms are not 'they strung me along all that time and then never let them make out', by brainworms are 'they told us so many times and in so many big and small ways, and now I need to watch every bit of it again and again and again so I can finally REVEL IN IT (and, friends, that is the Supernatural rewatch journey: realising it was ALWAYS THERE). My brainworms aren't 'but does Dean reciprocate??' they are: 'of course he loves Cas, and of course Cas knows that Dean loves him, and the one thing Cas can't have? That's just his chance at happiness and a soft epilogue with and for Dean, because Cas, impossible, cosmic, Eldritch being Cas, traded his chance at happiness for his family's lives and sacrificed himself for love of his son and Dean, because that is what you do when you love someone, and what he has watched Dean never stop doing for even a minute of his beleaguered life.'

And then, Dean dies (yes, it's stupid), and he cannot just go to heaven, drink a beer and hang out, he needs to climb into his magic soul vehicle, hit the axis mundi and tear the universe up looking for his angel and his happy ending in The Winchesters? Fuck me.

And like, it's the most romantic, and devastating story I have ever been told? And I love it so much?

#supernatural #anti-trashnatural agenda #I am sometimes overwhelmed by how much I love that story #and dean #fuck I love dean #and castiel #angel of the lord

[made-nondescript]

revelations, courtesy of an undercooked vampire au. more below

hi everyone who clicked read more i wanna talk more about the scant thought behind this comic.

Jimmy already knew something was weird about fWhip. Like, beyond what you'd probably consider normal weird. It's not just his style of dress, or his confident knowledge of niche historical facts, or his hobbies, or the house he and his sister share that's decorated full to bursting with antiques; it's all of that being combined into one person. It would be stranger if fWhip wasn't something supernatural or sci-fi or something, frankly.

None of these were problems. To the contrary, fWhip's weirdness adds a bit of flavor to an already attractive man. The mystery of what exactly fWhip's deal is is part of the appeal, too.

Jimmy had considered a lot of potential answers, notably also that fWhip may be a time traveler. If anyone could figure something like that out, Jimmy has no trouble believing it would have been fWhip. But vampire is definitely the hotter option. He likes fWhip regardless.

Because he's thought so much about it he's not really shocked, but he did fail to consider a lot of the more nitty gritty details. Everything else is just too exciting to be dwelling on life spans. They're not that serious....

anyway. there are nearly no specific details beyond this. vague thoughts about them living in a supernatural-heavy town and jimmy just never really noticing that. he's their beloved token human that works the life guard stand at the lake or something and he's compelled by this sad guy who lives in this giant mansion. fwhip does not get out a lot even living in a safer area than they have before, but how could he refuse this very persistent guy who, at worst, is a decent rubber duck for problem solving? something something. is this anything? i am just thinking out loud at this point. anyway vampire fwhip am i right guys

#fwhimmy #empiresshipping #empires smp #fwhip fanart #solidarity fanart #nondescript art #nondescript comic #esmp vamp au

[klonnieshippersclub]

Hi! I'm very new to the fandom. What Klonnie fics currently in the works would you recommend from AO3, Wattpad, or ffn?

I'll make a small master list with links. Not all are completed though fyi! please respect all authors. This is a mix of past and current fics.

Paint It Black by jazzywazzy08 on FFN:After the death of her grandmother Bonnie Bennett starts on a downward spiral and is sent to live with her mother Abby Bennett-Mikaelson. When Bonnie witnesses firsthand the life of luxury her mother has been leading, she's hell-bent on making Abby's new life miserable and taking everything that her mother holds dear, starting with her new husband Niklaus Mikaelson. Check out their other works as well!

stay awake by dirtygoldensoul on FFN: Star-crossed lovers. What a cliché. No wonder they were doomed to fail. But learning that his witch is strapped in a prison world, Klaus battles against all the pain and memories of their past to retrieve Bonnie. No matter what it takes. S3-6 canon divergence. Klonnie. Check out their other works as well!

walk of shame by dinky on FFN:It was supposed to be a business meeting between him and me. Somehow everything got tangled up. Slight A.U

Mountain High by mythorhuman on A03: She was a Bennett witch. "Was" being the operative word here. Bonnie could barely remember being a normal teenage girl. Normal teenage girls don't entertain phone calls from immortal serial killers with a thirst for blood. Normal teenage girls run from dangerous men and keep their distance from such evil. Normal teenage girls aren't willing to make a deal with the devil for their own profit. Unfortunately, Bonnie was not normal and her devil was Klaus Mikaelson. It's just another secret to keep from her friends. She's still a little hurt that her death went completely unnoticed. It's low risk, high reward. Strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less. And the lies she tells herself keep adding up.

A Witch Bargain by melmedarda on AO3: After leaving New Orleans a little over a month ago, Bonnie's abrupt return to New Orleans sends tension through the French Quarter when she seeks Klaus—the enigmatic ruler who took over Marcel Gerard's reign. Bonnie brings life-altering news that upends their lives and ignites complications. This revelation isn't the only thing that drives Bonnie's return. She has to uncover the secrets of an ancient Witch Bargain cast on the Originals before they were even born, and the only person who holds the answers is the forgotten Mikaelson sibling. Bonnie's departure is driven by more than the revelation she bears. Veiled beneath it all lies a trove of dark secrets that she carries, secrets that will soon demand their due consequences. With old grudges resurfacing, new adversaries emerging, and a curse threatening them, Bonnie and Klaus must overcome their troubles and protect their loved ones amidst the ever-present danger lurking in the shadows. Check out their other works as well!

dear little witch by cancerianwoman on AO3: Bonnie Bennett has held plenty of titles. A daughter, friend, teen witch, and a former wife. The most important one to her now was mother and business owner. She earned this life for herself and would be damned if she lost. A witch’s premonition is nothing to ignore. Bonnie values her life away from Mystic Falls and returning wasn’t likely for her until her daughter’s safety was compromised. The Salvatore Boarding School would change everything for the Bennett witches. Secrets will unfold and time can only tell what’s to come next. Hope Mikaelson won’t be the only one with her world turned upside down. Family is forever, whether anyone likes it or not. Everything is done in the name of family. -an au of TVD/TO post season 8 & 4 of TO. Check out their other works as well!

No Church In The Wild by beyonceofmysticfalls on AO3: Years after blowing the dust of Mystic Falls off her feet, Bonnie finds herself caught in the supernatural crossfire yet again. This time, however, she is playing by nobody's rules except her own. Check out their other works as well!

Labyrinth: A Bonnie Bennett x Klaus centric universe by artemiseamoon on AO3: After many years, major life events and memories, Bonnie and Klaus remain cosmically drawn to each other. After a year in Paris, Bonnie returns to the states and crosses paths with the hybrid who haunts her mind and heart. The reunion forces them both to examine their past, and feelings for each other. All the while Bonnie carves out a new life for herself in the Cresent City.

Kindred by Richoonelover1941 on FFN:This is a dark, twisted Klonnie AU story that was supposed to be a one-shot. This is not for the faint of heart, many will not like it. It contains smut, verbal abuse and violence. This is a warning! Jeremy and his girlfriend go on a road trip with unexpecting results. Bonnie B, Klaus M, Jeremy G, Caroline F. I do not own the rights to TVD or its characters, I'm just playing with.

all the devils are here by irishcookie on FFN :Both of them are broken but there is something more going on when Bonnie Bennett arrives in New Orleans needing Klaus Mikaelson's help. After a deal is struck, the pair try to work together while dealing with their losses. A Klonnie angst fic set after the series finale of TVD and season 3 of The Originals. COMPLETED. Check out their other works!

The Summoned Witch by szajnie on ao3: TVD/TO AU: Hope Mikaelson needs help. At seven years old, she's not strong enough to protect the people she cares about from the dangers that surround them. What she needs is a bigger witch. So she summons one. Check out their other works!

Truth Teller by thehedgerider on ao3: Seven years after the events of S3 of TO and four years after the events of S7 of TVD, Bonnie Bennett is in New Orleans to find a weapon for defeating the entity that's been unleashed...and finds Klaus Mikaelson. Check out their other works!

A Foolish Escape From Reality by mizzm29 on ao3: Bonnie is in desperate need of a change. Jumping on the first opportunity she gets, she embarks on a journey of being a baby sitter for a certain original hybrid. Check out their other works as well!

Uncharted Desires by waitingforyouonce:It's time for the Annual Bellham Festival, a month long celebration where supernatural women put their name on a list and are pursued by interested suitors. Normally Bonnie chooses not to participate, but when Elena implies that she's undesirable she changes her mind. Several men in town immediately set their sights on her hoping to win her heart. (Bamon/Stefonnie/Tonnie/Klonnie) Check out their other works!

The Devil's Companion by GoddessWitch/Six2VII on ao3:A prophecy forces Klaus to act against his wishes. An outdated law forces Bonnie to sacrifice her future. Magic and fate push the two together. What happens when a witch and a hybrid are forced to have a child neither of them wants? An outcome neither of them is ready for. Check out their other works as well!

Protector by mizzcullen13 on FFN: Through no words at all he let her know she didn't have to be anyone's protector anymore, because he was hers. Check out their other works as well!

Resurrection by TalulaJones on FFN: Klaus wants to be King of New Orleans but there is only one witch who can make that happen.. Check out their other works as well!

Let Bygones Be Bygones by Lana Archer on FFN: Klaus finally has everything he's wanted. Hope to himself, Hayley lost to her curse, Dahlia and Esther cemented in death. But a little witch, with an affinity of drawing on any magic in her radius rolls into town, just in time to get the Original Hybrid back up on his toes.

This has gotten pretty long. I am sorry if anyone thinks they were missed it was not intentional. Please let me know if any of these links are incorrect so I can edit them! If you have any fic you would like to add in this list please dm me.

-Rikki

#klonnie #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #the vampire diaries #klonnie fanfic #klonnie fic #fic rec #tvd #anon ask

[faeted-if]

Faeted is a darkly intrinsic tale that weaves a story between our own world and the hidden world of the Fae. Are you prepared for what is to come?

Setting: New York City

Genre(s): Modern Fantasy, Supernatural, Romantic Dramedy, and Action.

Warning(s): This story is rated 18+ for pervasive sexual themes, explicit language, crude humor, alcohol consumption, mentions of torture, depictions of blood and murder, death, slight mental manipulation, and mentions of imprisonment.

DEMO (TBA)

Summary

You've been running for as long as you could remember.

Ever since that fateful day that you had accidentally killed your high school sweetheart... You've never stopped running, have never looked back, as you couldn't deal with the memories that awoke within your mind because of the action.

You don't know what you are, not truly anyway, but you're certain that you're not completely human as you once thought. The scrappy runaway that tags along with you only brings that fact home.

Ten years pass, with you you running from the darkness of your past, but you should have known that it would eventually catch up with you.

One can only run for so long before they're caught. You just never expected to be pulled into the whole world connected to the one you're used to living in-- as well as a murder case that seems way too familiar.

Will you be able to survive your induction into the Fae World? The place you were always meant to be?

Or will you always remain a person running from their past? Never truly finding where they belong.

Features

Play as an MC that only wants to figure out where they belong. While also dealing with the revelation that they're an incubus/succubus. (Inspired by the wonderful show Lost Girl.)

Customizable MC: name, gender, sexuality, appearance, and more!

Will you allow the Fae World to pull you under its alluring presence? Or will you stick to the human roots that raised you? A mixture of both?

Which side will you sway more towards? The Light Fae-- the bringers of peace and honor? The Dark Fae-- the bringers of chaos and deception? Or will you choose to remain unaligned?

Solve a murder that has all the hallmarks of what you had done in the past. Will you be able to clear your name while fighting the darkness of your memories?

Romance 1 of 5 possible options-- from the compassionate human doctor to the sullen shifter. Poly possibility with N and R.

Find you way within a world you were always meant to be apart of.

Will you finally be able to find the thing you've been searching for all this time?

Romantic Options

Noel/Noelle Grey [M/F] - The Doctor

33 [5'11" | Sea Green Eyes | Golden Blonde Hair]

A Human Doctor within the mythical world of the Fae. Something you never expected to encounter upon being inducted into it. With a gentle gaze, soft voice, and compassionate disposition, you know that they're someone who just wants the best for their patients. Why do they look so sad though?

Species: Human

Allegiance: Light Fae

Talan/Tala Shaw [M/F] - The Detective

500+ [6'2" | Cognac Brown Eyes | Onyx Black Hair]

The First Fae that truly comes into contact with you-- barring your best friend-- and you can immediately tell that they don't trust you; after all you're unaligned. Meaning you're a wild card and that's not something that sits well with the shifter. Will you be able to get to know the strong, and loyal, heart that lies beneath?

Species: Wolf Shifter

Allegiance: Light Fae

Ryan/Reyna Lewis [M/F] - The Dark Fae

800+ [6'6" | Sapphire Blue Eyes | Dark Brown Hair]

Detective Lewis wasn't an easy person to get along with-- not from what you've gathered in your initial interaction with them at least. Harsh words, sarcastic quips, and an overall apathy to your very presence showcased the fact. It seems that they enjoyed being around only one person; Doctor Grey, the harshness falling away into a gentleness you'd never expect. Will you ever have that kindness turned on you?

Species: Phoenix

Allegiance: Dark Fae

Jace/Jade Holland [M/F] - The Anchor

28 [5'5" | Light Brown Eyes | Raven Black Hair]

The person that you know will always have your back no matter what. They're the one that introduced you to the possibility of you not being completely human; having been adopted they couldn't really relay too much information, but what they were able to share potentially saved your life. You can't imagine your life without their kind smile, happy-go-lucky demeanor, or their contagious laugh. Will something else blossom?

Species: Fairy

Allegiance: Unaligned

Perseus/Persephone Chase [M/F] - The Tutor

100+ [5'8" | Forest Green Eyes | Dark Auburn Hair]

They don't have much interest in the affairs of the people going on around them. As long as they're left alone, like they have always been, they'll be fine. Being a half-breed within the Fae World being almost as taboo as the human doctor, but they've been able to persevere so far. Will you be able to open their eyes to the world they feel like abandoned them? While they show you how to control the demon within yourself?

Species: Half-Breed (Sex Demon/Unknown)

Allegiance: Dark Fae

#faeted #interactive novel #interactive fiction #choice script #demo release set for december #no demo

[mariacallous]

Writing for the Bulwark the other day Cathy Young asked a brilliant question: what on earth happened to the Intellectual Dark Web and its critique of the left?  

Go back to the 2010s, and all kinds of people, myself included, were wondering why leftists allied with the most fascistic versions of Islam, and why there was such screaming intolerance in liberal institutions.  All of a sudden we were told to accept that white people were inherently racist and that men could become women –  just by saying they were.

If you moved in​ leftish circles and refused to clap your hands and cheer the new orthodoxy, your career was over.

In theory the response ought to have been a liberal defence of democratic freedoms. And from many it was. 

But the “Intellectual Dark Web” - the melodramatic name came from a New York Times  piece from 2018 – was something else. It consisted of online celebrities opposed to progressive orthodoxy, who revelled in the joy of shocking the liberal bourgeoisie. 

The full list of its members ran: Ayaan Hirsi Ali, Glenn Greenwald, Sam Harris, Heather Heying, Claire Lehmann, Bill Maher, Douglas Murray, Maajid Nawaz, Camille Paglia, Jordan Peterson, Steven Pinker, Joe Rogan, Dave Rubin, Ben Shapiro, Michael Shermer, Christina Hoff Sommers, Bret Weinstein, and Eric Weinstein.

As you can see, it was a journalistic concoction, which did not hang together well. Genuine liberals, such as  Steven Pinker and Sam Harris were yanked together with reactionaries like Douglas Murray and Jordan Peterson.  

Meanwhile the self-aggrandising willingness of many of them to announce that they were  “heretics” and “dissidents” was ridiculous. No one is a true heretic, unless they are persecuted. And dissident is an honourable title you cannot in good conscience bestow on yourself – not that that ever stopped anyone.

But once the caveats had been made, you could say that these were people who were willing to attack progressive orthodoxies as they turned oppressive, and in 2018 had a kind of radical glamour.

All gone. Utterly gone. Many of those acclaimed in 2018 have become what they despised – or purported to despise. They are on the side of the enemies of liberty now. They threaten basic democratic freedoms. The alt right has turned out to be the far right, as perhaps it was always going to.

If you are looking for an immediate cause it is clear that Trump has done for them. When the crunch came far too many supposedly intelligent conservatives bent the knee and tugged the forelock, and engaged in an intellectual justification of dictatorial power.

In the process they showed that there are two ways of dealing with left authoritarianism. You can defend the values of liberal democracy, and ally with the many on the left who agree with you. 

Did the conservative members of the Intellectual Dark Web do that?

Did they hell. 

They produced arguments for tyranny, which the conspiratorial atmosphere of the alt right positively encouraged. In the process, they showed how a critique of the left can end up justifying the authoritarianism of the right.

If you paint the globalist elite as all powerful. If you maintain that progressives have the means to indoctrinate the young  through their control of the universities, schools and the mainstream media. If you further posit that they are guaranteeing their power by importing immigrants they know will vote for their centre-left parties, then a dictatorship is a justifiable response to such supernaturally powerful enemies.

Indeed, such is their supposed power​ of the "woke mind virus,​" overturning free elections is the only plausible response to a rigged system. 

If everything from immigration policy to the schools is a con played by progressive elites to ensure their control of society,  there is no other option available to the right. The 20th far right century used the justification that they were saving their countries from the communist menace. The woke menace serves the same purpose today.

I remember being interviewed by one member of the New York Times list, a media entrepreneur called Dave Rubin.

He could not get enough criticisms of the left. And indeed there was much to criticise. However, I pointed out that, if he was a serious man, he must be as willing to criticise the right. He assured the viewers he would.

Now he thinks there are “plenty of good arguments to make for voting for Trump,” even if he’s prone to “lying about everything.” 

How brave. How very, very brave.

Cathy Young records how principled people have walked away in disgust. Claire Lehman, the editor of the genuinely challenging online magazine Quilette, said that she had started out believing that the US liberals' claims that Trump threatened democracy were deranged. 

She assumed that warnings about Trump refusing to accept defeat  in the 2020 presidential election were also “hysterical nonsense”—until it actually happened. The invasion of Ukraine and the willingness of the US right to work for Putin were further blows to her conservative assumptions.

“It really made me reassess my priors,” says Lehmann. “I realized that I had had a blind spot on those two huge issues. So I updated my beliefs.” 

Others preferred to adjust the facts to fit their priors—or, Lehmann suspects, pretended to do so “because they don’t want to lose the audiences they built.”

Just so. Sam Harris added a second justification for intellectual cowardice  when he said that he was disassociating himself from the IDW label because of  other IDW figures’ embrace of Trump’s election-fraud claims. Some of  his former allies were “sounding fairly bonkers,” he concluded.

Indeed they were. But they had to. If they were not bonkers to begin with they had to learn to give a decent impression of bonkerdom, if they wanted to appeal to their audience. 

Jordan Peterson, a thinker who once had a few good arguments to make, now claims that covid vaccines caused more deaths than the “so-called pandemic,” and declares his lack of faith in every other vaccine for good measure. The podcast king Joe Rogan broadcasts vaccine conspiracism. As does a figure British readers may remember, ​​Maajid Nawaz, who was once a liberal Muslim who fought extremism and  now needs avoiding when the moon is full.

There’s a booming market for covid conspiracism in the US and beyond, and it pays to keep the customers satisfied. But, and perhaps I am being naive here, I do not believe cynics can do it. Like so many ideologues the alt-right ​must believe their paranoid fantasies as they tell them and  allow the mask to eat into the ​face  ​They cannot just pretend. ​They must believe. 

Young writes

“It may be that, because of the dynamics in today’s intellectual and political marketplace, any commentator, media outlet, or group that opposes the illiberal left but doesn’t explicitly oppose far-right Trumpian populism is in danger of being co-opted by it.”

And not only in the US. The next British general election will almost certainly take place near the date of the US presidential election. We have already had Boris Johnson and Liz Truss  announce their support for Trump, even though he is hugely unpopular in this country, and is a clear threat to Nato.  It would be politically mad for Conservatives to tie themselves to Trump in  an election campaign. And yet leading figures will do it for the same reason alt right in the US right do it.

First, they want the money. In the case of British politicians and journalists, the money American conservative lecture circuit provides. Second, they have talked themselves into a position where progressives are an enemy so dangerous that any measures are justified to bring about their defeat – including supporting a threat to the American republic and Western security. 

As someone who shared the critiques of at least some members of the intellectual dark web in the 2010s, I can make a fair prediction about what will happen next.

Whenever I wrote criticisms of the left, colleagues would say that the right would welcome and exploit all my arguments, and that was true. As someone once said, I think it was me, “the left looks for traitors and the right looks for converts”.  But, so what? A good argument must be made regardless of the consequences.

But then they made a further point. You should never listen to conservatives when they said they believe in freedom of speech, democracy and human rights. All they are concerned with is sectarian advantage.

It has been the historic achievement of the Intellectual Dark Web to prove that the sneering leftists were right all along.

[doctor-ciel]

Man though, because L's whole arc regarding shinigami is so fascinating but I've never seen anyone talk about it, although I'm sure people do.

Because like, what did he think was going on? When he first started the case, what did he think was going on? Probably something similar to what the people at the ICPO meeting were talking about, that someone had elaborately put things together so that they could remotely give their victims heart attacks. Crazy and elaborate, but possible.

But then they're able to kill Lind L. Taylor, so however they do it doesn't require any sort of physical tampering on Kira's part. They can just do it on command with anyone, anywhere.

We the audience know that it's something supernatural, but how soon does L accept that? I don't imagine very quickly. I'm not even sure how soon he'd even entertain the idea. Compare how he talks about finding out how they kill during the broadcast (playful) versus how he talks about shinigami once he knows he's dealing with them (afraid). I think at that point he still thinks that it's some sort of advanced technology.

Light's experiments make it undeniable, though, by controlling his victims' actions before they die. Plus the message he leaves for him, "L, do you know?", would have definitely caught his attention because at that point the thing L would've wanted to know the most is how Kira kills. Then the next message is "gods of death," his only hint at what the answer to the question is. The nonsense last message trolls him for ever having taken the messages seriously, but this still means that even if he has to second-guess himself, he now has shinigami on his mind.

This itself causes a huge change in L as a character. He has to change how he thinks about the world, his line of work, everything really in order to solve the case. This also means humbling himself to the fact that he was wrong about something, and is now in unfamiliar territory. Or, alternatively, that if it turns out this isn't something supernatural, that he was crazy enough to think that it was. Either way, he can't come out of this with the same view of himself he had before of being someone who was always right.

This is why he reacted the way he did when Misa's broadcast mentioned shinigami, even though I do think his reaction was overblown for drama (and this is coming from someone who is actually willing to suspend my disbelief for most of death note's dramatic moments, yes even the potato chip scene). But it makes sense for him to be scared, because it is now the second time shinigami have shown up in relation to Kira's power, and it's from a second unrelated person.

And I love the look he gives Light when he says that "shinigami" is probably a code word. Because on the one hand, L was probably thinking the same thing, that "shinigami" could have been a reference to the supernatural nature of Kira's powers rather than the actual explanation for them. But on the other hand, at this point he strongly suspects Light, so to me the look he gives him means something along the lines of "of course you would say that." His prime suspect trying to divert attention away from a shocking part of the second Kira's broadcast is going to be a little suspicious.

This is also the first time he's shared his shinigami idea, and he got pushback against it from the rest of the task force. That's going to add to the self-doubt. And yes, he says he agrees with them that they're not real, but this wouldn't be the first time that he's said something to go along with everyone else while silently still holding his own conclusions.

This is also part of why he fell into a slump after Light and Misa lost their memories. It wasn't just that he had turned out to be wrong (as I've pointed out here he's long since been doubting himself and grappling with the new revelation that he can be wrong about things), although having been wrong about Light and Misa as well as everything else does contribute to the loss of motivation. To me, though, it mostly has to do with the fact that it has just become clear to him that no matter what he does, there is only so much he can do to try and work against forces that are beyond his comprehension, let alone control. He doesn't know where to begin in salvaging the investigation because he doesn't even know what is happening. He says he's depressed because he was wrong, but he also says that he knows for certain that, even if they aren't right now, Light and Misa were Kira. This means his slump comes from not being able to prove it, and from being wrong about Kira's power.

At this point his theory is that the power transferred away from them and to someone else, and that they possibly lost their memory too (or else they are acting). Because you know, why not? Can you imagine L making a theory like this at the start of the show? The fact that he is making a theory like this in seriousness shows how much he's changed, what he's willing to believe, and also how willing he is to be wrong (because you can't tell me that he thinks the theory has any concrete supporting evidence besides "fuck it, anything goes at this point"). He has now fully thrown himself into the school of thought that everything that is happening is supernatural and beyond his control.

So now that they're in murky waters of what is possible... what about that shinigami theory? He feels it's safe enough again to bring it up around the others while they watch Higuchi in the car. This time, it makes even more sense than during Misa's broadcast. Higuchi's clearly talking to somebody that they can't see. And now L is on the path again to being right about something for once.

Then he holds the Death Note in his hands and is totally, absolutely vindicated. And he is not scared to look at the shinigami. Everyone else screams when they see Rem, but L has been thinking about shinigami for a long time. Whether or not they exist has come to represent to him if his ideas can be trusted or not, so to see one now he's actually happy.

And then there are the rules in the notebook. The thing about the rules is that they give clear-cut, hard rules about what can and can't be done with it, which is exactly the kind of stability that L has been missing for a long time in the investigation, the kind of thing that could determine once and for all, with hard evidence, whether or not Light and Misa were ever Kira. Light was banking on that, knowing how L works and that not only would he not question rules like that, he would want them to be true in order to have that stability.

But L has changed a lot. He only had his whole theory about shinigami in the first place because he was willing to consider impossible things. This whole time he'd been struggling to believe in a theory that no one else wanted to entertain. While the others are discussing the 13 day rule, L is stacking a tower of containers, coming closer and closer to putting the pieces together and saying what he's thinking. What if...

If they're dealing with supernatural forces, they can't know anything for certain about it. He knows that better than anyone, he's spent his whole arc coming to terms with the fact that he does not and probably never will fully understand what he's dealing with. Therefore, they have no way to know for sure that those rules are real. If he could believe shinigami exist, he can entertain the possibility that the rules are fake. And if it is a possibility, then Light and Misa aren't cleared, at least not to him, and they could still be investigated.

But he stops right before finishing the tower - before finishing his thought. He lets them go. I think this was done partly because he gave in to the stability the rules gave him, but also partly because of pressure from the rest of the task force. I could write a meta about how they actually peer pressure him into doing things a number of times, but that's for another day.

He's back to doubting himself again, which becomes especially clear in the scene on the roof. "I'm sorry. Nothing I say makes any sense anyway. If I were you, I wouldn't believe any of it." (In the sub he says "please don't believe any of it," which is even more interesting. Like he's asking Light not to go mad like he has)

He's proven right in the end though, right as he dies. It's a very satisfying end to his story. He changes from someone who always knew he was right, to being afraid of the things he didn't know, to adapting and allowing himself to work with the unknown, and being rewarded with validation that he was right all along, despite everything.

I also think it's fitting that his last words are "the shiniga-". "Shinigami" was the last word he ever said, showing how he was trying to understand them up until his death; but he gets cut short, showing how he never had the chance to learn everything about them, or even to test the 13 day rule. If you really want to stretch you could say that trying to learn about and understand shinigami and the death note is what got him killed. On the other hand, though, the fact that he was in a situation where he was able to understand what was happening, and say the words "the shinigami" and know what and who he's talking about, is a testament to how much progress he made in the investigation while he was alive.

All of this is to say that Death Note is actually a cosmic horror story from L's point of view.

#death note #l lawliet #L #meta #chris post

[firecrackerhh]

While I’m all for the “Lilith and Alastor being gone for 7 years is connected” theory as much as the next bitch, I gotta say, I have a more…possibly slightly more plausible theory.

Ok so…we all know about the evil being unleashed after Eve ate the apple right?

I will fully admit I’m not the first to notice this, but…

There was also eyes on Alastor’s shield during the battle.

My theory, to put it simply, is that Alastor’s reason for being at the hotel isn’t purely out of entertainment as he claims.

I’m hungry for freedom like never before

The constraints of my deal surely have a back door.

Once I figure out how to unclip my wings

Also remember how Husk bitterly said “Big talk for someone whose also on a leash.”

So who was the one he made a deal with you may ask? Who leashed him?

None other than the very Roo(t) of all evil herself.

Now of course, why he made a deal with her is another thing, Val did say Vox almost beat him. Perhaps the only reason why he didn’t is because Al had some supernatural help.

But of course…deals with the devil are far from simple. And this is no mere devil, this is much worse.

But what could the very manifestation of sin want exactly? What did she ask for in return?

The eyes we see through hell are her eyes. She sees all, and she knows all.

Well, whatever is happening in her own realm at the least.

She knows about the hotel.

She knows about Charlie’s plans.

And she doesn’t like it one. Fucking. Bit.

Every sinner that died from angelic weaponry in the past, essentially became a part of her. A part of hell itself. More power gained on her end.

But now that the cleanse is gone, now that sinners can be redeemed…

That’s just less power for her to gain don’t you think? More power for heaven to gain. And obviously, being the very embodiment of sin itself, of course she would hate redemption as a concept!

So what does she do? She comes to Alastor in a moment of weakness, and gives him her power (but not all of it) and in exchange he must destroy the hotel by any means necessary.

He can have all her power once the hotel is destroyed completely (not only the hotel itself, but Charlie’s dreams of it, no musical number will cheer her up this time) she wants to rip her dreams apart like fucking tissue paper, but it can only be by his hand, or else the deal is off.

Why is that?

Having the hotel be destroyed by exorcists is one thing.

But having it be destroyed by someone she once thought of as a friend?

Oh that stings so much worse! No way Charlie can dream of redemption after that!

Sure, the revelation of Vaggie’s past was hard on her, but she got over it fairly quickly.

But she doesn’t know Alastor like that. And Alastor is not one to let his guard down anyway.

And sure, Alastor made a deal with her where she harms no one, but I’m not sure if Charlie is strong enough to fight the literal embodiment of sin, much less break Roo’s deal with Al.

Alastor is truly in a lose-lose situation. He either loses his power (or his afterlife) if he doesn’t fuck up the hotel, or he loses the few people who see him as a friend.

I’m sure Niffty’s heartbreak will affect him most.

Aaaaaa I’m sorry if this is unorganized and kinda rambly I just…HAD to say something or I was gonna lose my mind. I don’t even know if anything I said made any sense but hopefully someone gets what I’m trying to explain anyway.

#hazbin hotel

[milkb0nny]

××× Soft Spoken ×××

Dean Winchester x Female Nephilim (OC)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester face multiple struggles after Lucifer was freed by Sam. Now they try to stop the archangel, staying in a city in Wyoming. Before dealing with the clues Bobby left them, they find themselves in a local nightclub, trying to live a normal life for this single evening. Surprisingly the younger sibling meets an unusual woman...

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As the hellish flames parted that one night, Lucifer emerged from the depths of his prison, his malevolent presence casting a chilling shadow over the world once more. With God's absence, Heaven and its angelic soldiers stood alone, powerless against the impending resurgence of the hellish bloodshed. Coming with destruction and hatred, demons celebrated the rising of Lucifer and are now on a free run. Darkness, crimson skies, pain and agony foretold a grim future for the planet.

While angels tried to stop the devilish archangel and his companions, more and more people died. Innocent souls got trapped into the almighty plans, leaving a long trail of sorrow behind. There seemed to be no respite, no redemption, no glimpse of peace on the horizon. Catastrophes burned cities down and killed not only humans but everything else. Among the turmoil two hunters were stuck: Sam and Dean Winchester. The news of Lucifer’s rising still haunted the brothers. The mistrust in Sam and the constant flashbacks of hell penalize Dean deeply, only damaging him more. Still, they couldn’t resent each other and stayed together to continue their horrifying journey.

They fought to save their world, often concealing in looking death in the eyes. Nothing was more exhausting than trying to save something nearly impossible. Stopping a celestial evil being seemed undoable for two humans who didn’t know if the Colt, a weapon which can kill many supernatural beings, worked on Lucifer. As the siblings pursued the elusive tracks left by demons, their journey led them to a relatively modest city nestled in the heart of Wyoming. Rock springs was their current stay as they tried to find new signs of demonic activity. Their motel was located at a near nightclub where students from the Western Wyoming Community College occasionally meet up to celebrate.

The evening they arrived at their motel, they quickly decided to pursue a normal life this night. Sam and Dean longed for one peaceful, colorful night where they spent a normal time without any demons, ghosts or angels. The relentless life of supernatural hunters had its moments of weariness, and occasionally, they both found themselves questioning their unwavering dedication. Some days were easier manageable as others but the impact of their job always stuck on their backs. Dean himself suffered a lot. He felt responsible for all the people that died along their journeys and the experiences in hell, including the massive amounts of guilt, hunted him. The relentless guilt he harbored became a constant companion, a shadow he could never fully shake. The dirty blonde wasn’t in an acceptable state at all but avoided talking about it. Despite the numerous offers from his brother he remained silent about what had happened in hell. However Sam contained hopeful towards his brother’s closed attitude.

That day they left the motel behind, getting into the Impala and driving to the local nightclub. The nightclub wasn’t particularly big but filled to the brink; students reveled in their leisure time, the elderly engaged in heated conversations at the bar and others simply flooded their stressful days with alcohol. A typical club it was which was perfect for the Winchesters. Dean searched for a lovely company though he found himself sitting at the bar just some minutes after arriving. Sam on the other hand fought through the dance crowds, letting himself go for this single moment. Usually he didn’t enjoy clubs as much as he was occupied by current affairs. Relaxing was a difficult task for him since he entered the life as a hunter. Perhaps it was his deep desire to be a typical student in this very moment, as the influence of alcohol carried him effortlessly across the dance floor. Upon his free mind he ran into a shorter person. Surprised he quickly turned around, apologizing hysterically. He reached his hand out as a proper help to get them back up. A soft hand clung onto Sam’s hand and the woman stood up, fixing her shirt.

The hunter was immediately trapped in her bonds. Her light blonde hair framed her face like a golden halo, accentuating her exquisite beauty. Hazel eyes, a mesmerizing blend of earthy greens and warm browns, focused on the tall man. Realizing the handsomeness of the stranger a red flush rushed over her sweet face. Maybe the alcohol caused her to be more oblivious than usually. On the other side Sam felt intrigued by her charm, wanting to know her. Building new relationships was not typically his thing, but on this particular night, he was embracing the freedom to shed his worries.

“Oh, um... I'm so sorry I bumped into you,” Sam apologized once again after calming down a little. The woman chuckled silently .

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry!”

“But you hurt your ankle, didn’t you? God, it bended right a lot.” Sam expressed his worries, pushing his apology on her. He had witnessed how she fell and her way down the floor looked painfully enough.

“Yeah but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Really, don’t worry about me!”

She reassured him, though she herself felt a bit overwhelmed by the unexpected encounter. Her ankle really bended into an uncomfortable position but shortly after standing up she couldn’t feel any more pain.

Due to her unique heritage she healed in less than a few seconds, making her resistant against physical damage. The woman in front of the Winchester wasn’t an ordinary human - in truth she embodied a rare celestial being. She was born of infernal lineage, a being residing at the intersection of angelic and demonic forces. Usually hunted down by angels who exterminate unfaithful children between either angels and humans or angels and demons. Despite her extraordinary nature, the blonde longed for something most take for granted: a normal human life. Situations where she realized how fast her powers work, she resented herself more.

“Still,” Sam gathered his courage, “would you perhaps... want to go for a drink with me? On me, of course.”

He awkwardly smiled and was met by her nodding. This request was just the opening of a hurtful future. Both, unaware of their indirect connection, went up to the bar and sat down at the edge of the counter. Dean watched them silently from the other side, his usual cheerfulness dimmed by an inner struggle he was grappling with this particular evening.

“I apologize again,” Sam’s sighed, “What do you want to drink?”

His gaze lingered on her crimson lips as she gently nibbled on them while contemplating her choice of drink. . Her gaze met his as she responded.

“I’ll go with some soda, really. I don’t think I can take some more alcohol or else I’ll end up having the biggest hungover tomorrow.”

Sam placed the orders, surprised by her simple wish.

“How long have you been here today?”

She scratched her neck, recalling the time she had entered this club.

“About two to three hours? I usually meet up with some of my friends but they ditched me. Like it is with these college students. But wait,” she fixed him with a scrutinizing gaze, her expression slightly suspicious “before I tell you all about my life, what’s your name?”

Sam's heart quickened with her newfound interest, relishing the feeling of a more carefree time from years past. He replied in a soft, welcoming tone.

“My name is Sam. And you?”

A delicate blush tinged her cheeks “Nevaeh but you can call me Nev.”

As their drinks arrived, they each took a sip, the beverages marking the beginning of a conversation that held the promise of deeper connection. The music in the nightclub changed from a fast, thrilling beat to slow romance songs. It was that enchanting time of the evening when couples danced on stage, lost in each other’s embrace. As the slow soft tones rang through the club, Sam thought about a proper conversation topic. The music interrupted his thought process, leading him to comment on the acoustic atmosphere.

“This music reminds me of my Highschool years,” he remarked with a self-deprecating chuckle. “It's kind of terrible, haha.”

“I must agree. An hour ago they played the nicest music. You know, like the really old Metallica hits? I absolutely love them!”

Her expression radiated genuine passion for her musical taste, and Sam couldn't help but smile as he listened. He straightened his back and leaned in, supporting his head with his hand.

“Oh yeah, my brother is into that as well.” He remarked.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “I bet he’s amazing then! I rarely listened to music before which is why I come here so frequently.”

Sam's clothing was unpretentious, exuding a rugged, survivalist charm that somehow suited him perfectly.

“Not as amazing as you think really,” Sam replied with a modest laugh. “He can be a handful at times.” Sam cast a glance in Dean's direction, observing his older brother.

Dean led his cold guard down, flirting with the bartender to kill the time. Sam knew this was his brothers coping mechanism. His older brother seemed quite inebriated, a contrast to Sam’s more composed demeanor. However, she decided not to press further, respecting his moment of introspection. Suddenly, drowned in his thoughts, the man let a frustrated sigh out. The realization hit Sam as the following day this peaceful encounter would only be a memory he desired to continue. The peace he so desperately needed was seated right in front of him, yet he couldn't hide the turmoil that dwelled within him from the observant blonde.

“You don’t seem too excited. What’s up?”

Her soft, melodious voice cut through the turbulence of his thoughts. Though he didn’t want to burden her with his current issues. It would be impolite to talk about his worries shortly after they met.

“It’s nothing really.”

Sam tried to cover his decreasing mood, failing gracefully. His company raised her eyebrows in disbelief and inspected his sad expression more detailed. Surely she wouldn’t pressure him to reveal his concerns but lying is quite a harsh response.

She pushed him a little, trying to tickle his matters our of him. “Come on, you can talk to me. After all, I’m just some stranger. Sometimes, it's far easier to unburden your struggles onto someone you don't know than a loved one.”

“It’s just that life is really draining me at the moment.”

Sam relented, his guard slipping as he began to explain. Her hazel eyes remained fixed on him, attentive and understanding. Cautiously, she examined his every gesture and posture, intuiting the exhaustion and stress that clung to him. Sam felt her care so he got comfortable enough to pursue his worries.

“Some weeks ago I did something unforgivable. The thing I did impacts nearly everyone and I feel so guilty. Somehow my gut is telling me that my brother resents me and regrets certain decisions. On top of that we hardly get a break.”

Sam confessed, his voice carrying the weight of guilt that had settled on his shoulders. Nevaeh’s eyes narrowed a little, trying to see through him.

“Have you tried apologizing? I mean, a genuine apology that reflects how much you care about the people you've hurt?” She leaned in, supporting her head with her arm, and offered a soft, reassuring smile as she sipped her soda.

“I did but…,” Sam hesitated for a moment, avoiding her gaze. There were parts of the story he was reluctant to share. His company noticed and thus lied her soft hand down on his.

“You don’t need to push yourself,” withdrawing her hand to brush a few disheveled golden strands from her face. Her golden strands suffered through this rough night of partying and therefore looked messy. “Though I must admit I’m in a similar situation. My family hasn’t been as… welcoming as I hoped. I currently struggle to find a secure, lovely place to stay.”

“I’m sorry for you.” Sam replied, his expression reflecting genuine sympathy but Nevaeh waved it off, still, clearly suffering under her unfortunate relationships.

“It’s alright. After a long time of darkness light can only come.” She chuckled even though the woman didn’t feel like laughing at all.

“May I ask what you do now? Like, do you need a place to stay or something?” Sam inquired, his words unintentionally coming across as suggestive

“No, not in that way.” She replied. Her expression was confused but she remained interested, even with such a vulgar request.

Embarrassed, the young man hysterically shook his head.

“No, no sorry! I meant a place where you can like… stay without any issues. Not sleep with anyone - it came off in such a weird manner.” He tried to politely apologize and was met by a sweet chuckle.

“Oh, alright haha. It wouldn’t be the first request from a man.”

She clarified her standpoint, putting him at ease. Nevaeh enjoyed the chill evening conversation but somehow she couldn’t shake the feeling off that something - or rather someone - was watching them. In all honesty the woman disliked that unfamiliar yet threatening feeling.

“Do you also…feel watched?” She asked him bluntly.

In a moment of surprise, Sam scanned the surroundings, only to meet the unwavering gaze of his older brother, Dean. The Winchester sighed and gifted Dean an expression to question his brothers stalking behavior. With a resigned sigh, Sam redirected his attention back to the woman's question, ultimately agreeing.

“Apparently, my brother's keeping an eye on us. I assume he wants to go back to our motel. Want to come say hi?”

Sam extended an invitation, his tall figure casting a protective aura..

Although his seemingly younger company was weirded out, she still approved, finishing her glass and waiting for Sam to pay. After all, this unexpected connection had blossomed because of Sam literally bumping into her. They left their seats, coming over to the saddened male. Nevaeh was pleasantly surprised to find an attractive man in front of her. Dean had a distinctive presence, contrasting with his brother. He had a square jawline and a strong, chiseled face that gave him a rugged and handsome look. Despite the gruff exterior, his appearance also carries an air of charisma and confidence. Nevaeh hated to admit but she was fond of him. Sam’s brother let go from the whiskey glass.

“Sammy, looks like Mr. Serious is finally letting loose.”

Sam laughed awkwardly. “Seems so. Do you want to head home already?”

The shorter Winchester nodded in exhaustion.

“Yeah, we’ve got a long day upon us. I don’t wanna be a mood killer but I think you should come with me. A good night's sleep has been a rare luxury.”

Sam concurred, casting a glance at the woman, the smallest figure among the trio. Nevaeh smiled innocently, putting her phone into Sam’s hand as a demand for him to save his number. She didn't want to inconvenience them or deprive them of their much-needed rest. Sam, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture, blushed slightly and cleared his throat as he carefully entered his information into her cellphone.

“Well then,” her sweet voice rang through the small space between the brothers, “I’ll wish you guys some amazing sleep. Let’s meet for a coffee next time, Sam. I feel like I owe you something.”

Nevaeh giggled affectionately, casting a loving glance back at Sam before gracefully returning to the dance floor. Her night would continue its vibrant rhythm until the sun painted the sky with its warm light. The brothers looked after her before slowly picking up the way to their shaggy motel.

On the ride back to their shabby motel, Dean couldn't shake the feeling of odd familiarity he had with the woman. There was something about her that tugged at his memory, though he couldn't quite pinpoint it. Nevertheless he decided to not bother about it and teasing his younger sibling.

“You got a pretty chick. I didn’t expect that from you.” He remarked with a cocky smile, teasing the brown-haired man even more.

Sam, growing increasingly irritated by Dean's playful insinuations, responded, "It's not like that, Dean. I just happened to bump into her. She seems like nice company, that's all."

Dean chuckled in disbelief, convinced that Sam had already carved out a special place for her in his heart. Surely they’d meet up again and perhaps it could develop into something. Though the younger didn’t have these obsessions as he was glad to simply have a relaxing chat. However, Sam, while appreciating her beauty, modesty, and charm, had no intentions of letting romantic feelings develop. He viewed her as a friend and nothing more, contrary to his brother's assumptions. With that being said their relationship would have to continue but Sam wasn’t sure if they’d meet again. Nonetheless, he hoped for it, and so did Dean, in his own way.

#sam winchester #sam and dean #dean winchester #dean x reader #supernatural #supernatural dean #fanfic #spn #spn fanfic #dean Winchester x reader

[sailorsally]

Sally's Purcon Chronicles

(heads up, this is a long post)

I am on the last leg of my journey back home so I think it's the right time to write up what my experience at purcon 7 was like, as something I can look back on (because it's inevitable that time will fade some details) and maybe as a little guide to many first time congoers next year.

Purcon 7 was the first con for me too.

I met Misha on Friday evening for 'Cocktails with Castiel'. I was at a table with 9 other people and we got to talk to him about 10 minutes. He arrived late of course. Seeing him step into the room was the most surreal feeling, not going to lie. I think up until then my brain hadn't really comprehended properly that the actor man is real. He sat down at the table across the room and for a while my eyes were glued to him in a desperate attemt to make it familiar to my brain as quickly as possible that he existed in this space and was very much real. There were mostly female fans there so even though he was still a couple of tables away from us you could distinctly hear his deep voice amongs all the talk at times and I did cherish that.

I inquired further and it did very much sound like he was talking about my favourite Georgian dish, too. Which tbh almost made me cry on the spot but I pulled thru it to tell him that hearing this made me very happy because I've been watching Roadfood a lot and imagining what it would be like to see Georgian food featured there, even though I know that is highly unlikely since it's not that big of a deal in the US. This made him very sad and he got all 🥺 and apologized that there aren't many Georgian restaurants in US and looked like he was on the verge of crying so I assured him once again that it was fine and he couldn't do anything about it. (Though he had this 'you can see gears turning in his head' expression for a bit so I wouldn't totally exclude seeing Georgian cuisine on Roadfood in the future idk 😂).

When he finally got to our table, he said hi and sat down and our hellos were kinda delayed and everyone stopped talking for a bit (understandable xD) so he took it upon himself to get the conversation flowing and started asking where everyone was from. There were three people from France and they told him about their travel to Germany and how they hadn't had the time to sleep yet. I asked him how long his journey took and he said about 18 hours so I said "okay you win then. Mine was just 12". So he asked where I was from and I said Georgia and right away he asked me "Tbilisi?" [the name of the capital] and not gonna lie, I have huge respect for Misha and I know he is a clever fella but I never expected for him to know the name of the capital by heart and also pronounce it so damn correctly (honestly to this day I have never met a foreigner who doesn't butcher 'Tbilisi'). I was very impressed by this and a bit shocked tbh but I managed to get out 'yeah. Born and raised' so he of course asked what the situation was like in Georgia atm. I said that not that good, like in most places in the world rn. He wanted to know more so I said politically it's been complicated because of the influx of Russians and how the population of my city has grown twice because of that. Then I joked that he should come visit us to restore the balance, tbh I was desperate to keep the conversation flowing, and boy it was worth because the next thing he said was thee most insane thing that I could never have imagined in a thousand years: he told me he has been to Georgia, years ago! 🤯 And how the family he was staying with in Georgia cooked him one of the best meals he has had! in his ENTIRE LIFE!

This was the biggest chunck of out conversation. I know this is not something that will excite the general public here but it was damn special to me personally and I shall forever cherish this lil conversation with him 💗

I did also manage to revel to him that I had only ever seen Supernatural from S4 to the finale, so all his episodes exclusively and he said that was the only right way to watch it 😂

On Saturday I had a photo op with him. It was all very fast paced, so no proper exchange of words but I did get to watch him for a bit because he took a lil break before the person in front of me got their turn. It was very hot in the room so he drank some water, sanitized his hands and took a peppermint. When it was my turn he looked at me and highly likely recognized me from the day before so he winked at me and opened his arms and I just went straight into them and hugged him and he hughed me so so tight!!! 🥺 I was trying to remain respectful but the man wouldn't let me breathe 🤣

On Sunday, I got to ask him a question about the extra poem in Russian edition of his poetry book & we got to argue about the color of my pants 🤣

(thank you so much for this iconic pic, Bex ❤️)

Later I got my art signed. They were rushing the autos because Misha had a flight to catch so he was pretty stressed at autos. I jokely apologized for bringing it to his attention that something had gone 'wrong' with his book in Russian and he said no he was glad that I did bring that up and how he'd have to talk to his publisher about that actually. Asked him if I could give him a gift - a belt buckle. He said sure, so I did and in the rare moment of bravery I said I hoped he'd wear it and then winked at him 🤦‍♀️

I think this pretty much sums up my direct interractions with the actor man over the weekend.

I know M&G and alike are expensive as hell but if you can affort it I would say definitely get them. It's the only time you'll get with him up close and personal. As far as entrance tickets go, I had a weekend ticket for section 3 and for someone with bad eyesight it wasn't the best option, I wish I had been closer to the stage. All in all, if I had to categorize the extras as best to worst it would go like this:

- Cocktails with Castiel

- Photo Op

- Autograph (I believe autos usually give more time to talk to him and it was rushed just this one time because Misha needed to catch a plane)

Also: Yes, this is an 'actor centric' con but you will get to make new friend and finally see your online friends too which tbh makes this whole experience what it is! Shoutout to the wonderful @bexfangirlforlife @blanketforcas @deancrowleycas , I loved spending time with you so much! You made my first con experience very special 💕

#misha collins #purcon 7 #purcon shenanigans #purcon

[spider-xan]

I understand why people are frustrated that Van Helsing still hasn't come out and explicitly said that Lucy was killed by a VAMPIRE! and being resurrected as one, and several people have written great posts from a literary criticism perspective engaging with the text to explain why, and what the potential consequences and reactions would be if he did right now. However, I think people are overestimating how readily both Jack - the novel's embodiment of modernity, rationality, and science/technology - and Arthur, who's basically having an emotional breakdown right now, would accept a major paradigm-shifting revelation rooted in folklore that, at best, is only supported by circumstantial evidence at this point in the story.

Imagine a close friend of yours develops a chronic illness where they slowly deteriorate over time. You call in a specialist to make a diagnosis and manage her treatment, after regular doctors were completely stumped as to what the cause or disease is. Since this noted specialist is greatly respected and comes highly recommended by someone you trust with your life, you trust him through the process, even though you're not sure what's going on and some of his methods are unorthodox. It's frustrating he won't tell you more, but he assures you that he has a good, definitely scientific reason for it, even if he can't reveal things just yet, and it's not like you have other options.

Then the treatments fail, your friend dies, and you still don't know what the cause was. You're having a breakdown over her death, on top of all the other tragedy in your life. As you try to move on or deal with all of this, the specialist finally takes you aside, as he has very important information to tell you regarding your friend's death:

"Your friend didn't die from a disease — she was killed ... by SLENDERMAN!"

Or substitute aliens, the chupacabra, jiang shi (Chinese zombies who feed on qi), etc. If you were in Arthur's position, how would you honestly react? Would you really be like, "Holy shit, that explains everything! Thank you, sir!"? Or would you be like, HOLY SHIT, you mean to tell me that this entire time, my friend's medical treatment was being guided by urban legends the specialist read about on the internet?? How much fucking medical malpractice happened??? Was this part of the reason why she died?? If the reveal had come out while she was still alive, would you have been comfortable with keeping this guy on as a specialist, or would you feel betrayed and demand a new doctor? People in real life have rightfully called out doctors for far less than being told a supernatural creature was the cause of an illness or health condition.

WE know that vampires are real in the world of the novel. WE know Van Helsing is correct, and that all the signs we've seen so far are proof of literal vampirism. NONE of the other characters directly involved with Lucy right now are aware they're in a world with real vampires - they think their world is ours, where they're not real; even Quincey, who is more open-minded, was talking about very real vampire bats, not actual vampires. In not telling Jack the reason he wanted to cut off Lucy's head, Jack can assume Van Helsing has a good reason based on science he can trust. A good question to ask right now is what WOULD be undeniable proof that vampires are real, in order for people to believe and follow Van Helsing without further questions or thinking he's lost his shit entirely.

#dracula #dracula daily #abraham van helsing #once again reminding people that the characters think they exist in our world #and not a horror novel where vampires are real

[koumeowkami]

🪐 no celestial ; kanallen

— chapter five

"Kanata was a poor little angel that heaven couldn't help. He'd always been a tough one, not trusting anyone but his little brother Nayuta, the only person that ever made him feel love. Growing up by themselves, he did everything in his power to protect his sick brother, things that dirtied his holy hands. "It's for a good cause though", he thought. But it wasn't enough, and Nayuta died soon after.

Kanata's soul was completely spent. He became unable to feel love, and adding to his dirty dealings that soon were found out, he got cast out of heaven. Fallen on Earth with his wings blackened, he felt so lost and empty he thought he could've just died.

But a random encounter with a very annoying, persistent, stupid redhead human boy would've made him discover love again."

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genre: supernatural, hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

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The faint morning light was passing through the curtains, hitting Kanata's face slightly. He was still sleeping, reveling in that weird warmth that was spreading in his cold body. His mind went immediately back to all the nights spent with Nayuta, but now things were different, right?

Suddenly, an imaginary alarm sounded in Kanata's head, warning him that something was definitely wrong. He slowly, cautiously opened his eyes...

...and then screamed.

"What the fuck are you doing in the bed?! "

The redhead fell out of the bed, landing on his unused sleeping bag and then looked up at a flushed Kanata like a deer in headlights. Kanata thought he looked ridiculously pathetic, but only for a split second. He was too angry to focus on that.

"What's up with you, screaming like that?! I was literally next to you..." the boy said, still half asleep.

"Well, that's the thing! You shouldn't have been next to me, you dumbass!" Kanata argued, massaging his temples. "Who do you think you are, deciding stuff on your own?!"

Seriously, what was wrong with him. He just wanted to be left alone and yet this guy couldn't seem to learn what personal space was. No matter how strong the barrier, he just kept trespassing it as he liked.

"Hey! I had a reason to take your hand" Suzaku stood up, "You were tossing and turning in your sleep. I wanted to help you and it worked!" he looked at Kanata, smiling proudly.

Kanata stopped his hissy fit and looked down. How did he not realize he slept, after so long he couldn't even remember the last time? He remembered nightmares tormenting him last night as always, and then... light shone on his heart, clearing the way. That was probably the very first time he had a good night's sleep after his brother's death.

"You shouldn't have..." he said softly, his head still lowered. "I don't... deserve it..."

He saw the redhead getting closer, his expression worried. "Kanata... are you okay-"

"Good morning, everyone!" Pink Hair chimed in cheerfully, interrupting that very awkward moment. Kanata felt almost relieved. He wasn't ready to tell him anything yet; they were strangers, there was no need for Suzaku to know his past. He kept repeating that in his mind.

"Heard you guys screaming and all, are you alright?" they looked at Kanata first, then the other boy, frowning slightly.

The redhead cleared his throat, "Sure! Don't worry about it" he smiled, "Actually can we go have breakfast? I'm starving and I bet Kanata is also hungry!"

Kanata's stomach growled to confirm his statement and he finally decided to get up, trying to look at Suzaku the least he could. His hand was still burning hot.

"So, did you sleep well?" Mushroom-Head said, sipping on his bitter coffee, "I suppose you did, since you had the energy to make so much noise this early in the morning."

"Erm... I slept well!" Suzaku ignored that comment. "The sleeping bag wasn't really comfortable, though" he lied, letting out an awkward laugh.

"Wait, why didn't you sleep on the sofa?" Pink Hair questioned, confused. That was actually a real good question, considering Kanata wanted to sleep alone, after all. He buried his face in the bowl in front of him and listened silently.

"Well... I didn't want to leave him alone..." the redhead scratched the back of his head, "It was his first night here, anything could've happened."

"...Fucking hell " Kanata muttered, his grip on the chopsticks getting stronger. Something did happen, but the bastard had to stay out of it. It didn't matter how good he felt during that night, he was guilty for enjoying that odd feeling in his heart. He wasn't supposed to feel happy, not when he made that promise. Why couldn't that guy just mind his own business? It made his blood boil, so much he ended up blushing furiously. Thankfully no one noticed.

"You're such an idiot." Mushroom-Head sighed.

Kanata couldn't agree more with him, at least for once.

"Hear me out, guys" Pink Hair started, after everyone had finished their breakfast, "How about we go shopping today? It's been some time since the last time I went..." they pouted, "Also, Kanata needs something to wear! He can't be borrowing Allen's stuff forever, can he?"

While Kanata didn't exactly like the idea to go out and get stuck in the crowd of the city, he agreed. He couldn't stand having that boy's scent on himself any longer, it was making his head spin.

"Then I suppose it's decided!" the redhead said, "But can we stop for a bit at the record shop, too? I wanna show it to Kanata..." he looked at his friends with pleading eyes.

Was this trip to the record shop that important? It's not like Kanata had ever cared about music; he never got a chance to enjoy it, being an hobby of the elites.

"Yes, we can" Mushroom-Head finally spoke, "Although remember that stopping by doesn't mean «staying there the whole day», got it?"

"...Yessir" the boy sighed, grumbling like a kid.

And trying to ignore him was becoming more and more a hard task.

Downtown. As Kanata had figured, that was exactly the last place he wanted to be at that moment. It was noisy, crowded and it had shops that clearly only rich people could enter; he just felt so out of place there. For someone like him, who didn't even want to be perceived, that was straight-up torture.

"I'm tellin' you already, I'm not gonna get anythin' from here" he had been looking around for quite a bit, "This stuff looks classy as hell. I would never wear somethin' like that."

"Oh, really? Who would've imagined that. You usually look so composed and elegant" Mushroom-Head said sarcastically. Honestly, why couldn't he ever shut the fuck up? The redhead surely had weird friends.

"I don't need designer clothes or anythin' of that sort." Kanata ignored him, "I just need somethin' comfortable. And I don't want y'all to spend a lot for me, no matter how filthy rich you are" he added, looking away. That was just how he was: he wanted the least help as possible, even more from the very kind of people who had put him down before. That was surely out of pity and he didn't like it one bit. Maybe he could've found a part-time job or whatever, so he could grow a little independent. But wait, why was he even thinking about it now? He swore not to put any efforts in living any longer and now he was stuck in this situation... something went wrong in the process but Kanata couldn't really pinpoint what, at least not yet.

His train of thoughts got interrupted when he saw a thrift shop at the end of the street. His eyes sparkled for a second, then started rushing towards it, not waiting for the others yelling him to slow down. Reaching the entrance, he looked at the shop window in awe: he had never seen that kind of clothing before in his world, but he wanted to give it a shot.

"A thrift shop? Oh well, looks like the perfect place for him" Mushroom-Head reached him along with the others. "Shut up, Hajun. The boy's got some taste" Pink Hair added, "Maybe he liked Allen's clothes a bit too much~"

"N-No way! I don't like anythin' about him!" Kanata turned around immediately, blushing angrily, "I just wanted... something comfortable... yeah" he said, his voice getting smaller by the second. He just had the time to notice Suzaku blushing a bit as well when Pink Hair went "Yeah yeah, sure" and pushed him inside the shop.

He wandered around for a bit, then saw a nice set of jacket and pants in a flowery pattern. Both of the items were in a purple-blueish color, just like his eyes; he always felt like those colors belonged to him and his brother. That's when he also noticed the snakes on the jacket. Snakes again, huh.

"I want this one."

"You look fabulous!~" Pink Hair clapped their hands in agreement as soon as he stepped out of the changing room: he had paired that set with a black tank top and white high socks. He didn't know why, but he really did feel comfortable in them. His chest got warm again remembering when he used to play dress up with Nayuta back in those dimly lit alleys, using a bunch of clothes that people had thrown away in the trash. He didn't care about those dull white vests but they looked like the prettiest treasure ever in Nayuta's hands.

"I don't understand fashion much, but those colors suit you a lot!" the redhead interrupted his thoughts again, "By the way, why do you like snakes so much?"

"Hah? "

"I mean... I noticed your earring" the boy pointed at Kanata's ear, "It's in the shape of a snake. And there are snakes all over that jacket as well..."

Kanata pondered that same question to himself again. He had always liked snakes for some reason, despite it being a sin in Heaven. Angels had banished snakes long before the twins were even born; those few people associated with the reptile were easily outcast and deemed as demonic. Well, Kanata was aware of all that but still... he was simply drawn to it: he couldn't escape from its spell and now that he had fallen, he liked it even more. It was the expression of his blessing, his curse and everything in between.

"Dunno" he simply replied, "I just feel close to 'em" he added, and immediately turned away, not giving the other boy any time to ask more questions. He wouldn't have understood anyways.

After buying a few other clothes, they were back on the streets again. The sunset was near when they approached the records shop: it was dusty, old and cramped, looking more like a small warehouse than an actual shop.

"Kanata, do you like Hip-hop?" the redhead turned to him excited hoping for a positive response, but the boy had no fucking idea what Hip-hop was. He only knew classical music, that was all that was ever played in Heaven: music to relax the mind and help concentrate. To be honest, he only found it annoying.

"The hell is that?"

That was enough to make the other look like his entire world collapsed. It's not like he cared much about the redhead's feelings, but was music really that important to him?

"You... you don't know what Hip-hop is?" he started, "Like, you've never heard of the legendary duo Buraikan, who sold out albums and shows all over the world? The group that changed Japan's music industry forever, that brought a completely new style, that-"

"No, I don't! I ain't got a clue who these guys are!" Kanata stopped him. He felt like he could've kept going forever if he didn't.

"Ugh... sorry Kanata, Allen gets always so excited over Hip-hop" Pink Hair apologized for the boy, who was still staring at Kanata in disbelief. "He's a real nerd."

"There's nothing we can do when he goes off on the tangent.... truly annoying" Mushroom-Head added.

"Yeah... I noticed" he sighed, "So? What's the deal with this hipu hopu thing or whatever?"

Suzaku suddenly came out of his trance and looked at him with stars in his eyes.

He immediately regretted asking that.

Kanata spent the next hour trying to understand the redhead blabbering stuff about Hip-hop. He kept showing him random records while explaining him how he started producing songs by himself and later founded a Hip-hop group with his roommates, proudly stating that they're gradually becoming popular in the city, winning stage battles and such. Kanata never asked to know all that and definitely didn't care, but he wasn't able to shut that boy up. To be honest, he didn't even try to do that to begin with: Suzaku seemed so invested that he almost felt bad stopping him; apparently it was something really important to him that helped him free himself from the shackles of his parents. Kanata still found him incredibly annoying, but he had to respect that. For a moment he envied the redhead for his burning vitality, since he had nothing in his cold hands anymore. He kept having so many mixed feelings that day and it was driving him insane.

He had spent so much time listening to the boy, he didn't even realize it was closing time. The shopkeeper almost had to threw them out because Suzaku just didn't want to leave, determined to explain everything to Kanata in full detail. When they exited the shop, he promised they would've continued later in his room: "I'm gonna show you how to produce songs" he smiled at him, "I bet you're gonna love it once you see the real thing!"

"Oh my God Allen, give him a break" Pink Hair gave Kanata an apologetic smile. "He's going to get a headache if you keep going like that" Mushroom-Head added, "Oh well, fine by me. For once you're not sticking to us."

The redhead laughed nervously. He looked like he felt a bit sorry for being so loud about music, but the next thing he said threw Kanata off guard.

"I couldn't help it. He had that sparkle in his eyes I just couldn't ignore" the guy turned to him, "I feel like he's the right guy for this!"

A sparkle in his eyes? That was impossible. Nothing could ever stir his broken, dead heart awake again, there was simply no way he could be genuinely interested in something. He kept convincing himself that, but that boy's words were just stuck in his head and he wasn't able to get them out. He just sighed and hurried home, going far ahead the others. He couldn't bear to look at the redhead, again.

Tired after spending a whole day wandering around, Kanata's body hit the mattress, awaiting him for some relax. He couldn't even close his eyes when the other boy busted in their room, making a ton of noise trying to set that weird machine on his desk up.

"C'mon, Kanata! It's time to produce!"

He suddenly remembered what they had to do and the mere thought of it made him exhausted already. He dragged himself to the desk and sat in front of a glowing screen.

"What's this thing?" he pointed at all those devices connected by colored wires. Heaven didn't have this sort of futuristic thing, being a very traditional place: he was confused about how all that could serve them as a musical instrument.

"Oh this? It's a computer, of course" the other replied, as a matter of fact. "I downloaded a very valid program to make music a long time ago. It was a bit expensive but totally worth it!" he said, then started pressing keys and dragging stuff on the screen, while explaining the whole process with weird technical words. Kanata didn't understand any of it, but he followed every move carefully despite being tired: he looked almost entranced, not taking his eyes off of the boy for even a second. It felt slightly embarrassing, but Kanata didn't really care at that moment, since Suzaku wasn't even sparing him a glance.

"... Aaaand this is it!" the redhead moved away from the desk a little as soon as he finished, smiling wide. "Now it's your turn to try and make something" he turned to Kanata, who looked pensive, "Oh don't worry, I won't judge! It's your first time, after all" he specified in a hurry, knowing how easily irritated the other boy could get.

"Move." Kanata said simply, putting his hands on the keyboard. He was a fast learner, mimicking what Suzaku had done before but at the same time adding something new, something different that came from deep inside of him. His hands were moving by themselves, just pouring his all in whatever he was doing, letting his feelings flow freely in that music as the guy had taught him. What he was experiencing in that moment made him unusually excited as he felt a small smile approach his doll-like face.

He was fully concentrated but still saw from the corner of his eyes the redhead looking at him intently. The room was in an unusual silence though, not a single comment yet. Just the pressing of keys. As soon as Kanata was done with it, he just let the music play. His music. His heart. Something that he couldn't express with words yet. He composed himself again, his usual frown back on his face.

"Kanata..." the boy started, struggling to find the words. "I knew it! I knew you were the right guy!" he suddenly raised his voice, startling the angel a bit, "How can you even do this!? This is insane! Your Hip-hop is so cool!"

There he went again. He looked like he had just found some valuable gem, yelling some weird stuff like This is it! This is the real Hip-hop! like a madman.

"Oh my God, I get it!" Kanata spat exasperated, "Stop fuckin' yellin' for a damn second!" he finally locked eyes with the redhead. The other just giggled like a kid, pointing his finger at him, "Don't act all cool, now! I saw that, y'know."

"What?"

"You smiled while making this song! I can perceive every single one of your feelings only in this short bit of music. You must've enjoyed it a lot!"

"You're truly so fuckin' annoyin'..." Kanata turned away, getting up from his seat, "I'm goin' to bed, I'm tired."

"You're right! It's gotten pretty late" Suzaku got up as well, tidying the music machines up and getting his red sleeping bag ready again, "I'm not gonna bother you tonight, I promise!"

"You better not" the angel said quietly, his voice muffled by the sheets covering him. Silence fell once again, but he knew something was going to trouble his sleep tonight despite not feeling uneasy like usual: his heart was beating so loud he thought it would explode in seconds, like a ticking bomb. He couldn't stop thinking about whatever happened with Suzaku before, focusing again and again on how he felt during that moment. It was a weird feeling his heart couldn't bear, being too rusty at this point to work properly. Was that redhead really able to make those old gears in his chest work again? He kept wondering, before eventually falling asleep.

#🪐; no celestial #paralive #paradox live #kanallen #allenkana #allen sugasano #kanata yatonokami #WE ARE SO BACK Y'ALL #HAPPY COZMEZ DAY !!!!!!! #also merry christmas eve <3 #publishing this asap on ao3 as well. i prommy

[findafight]

Oh oh oh!!! Thinking about the supernatural AU and how Vamp Eddie feeds of of emotions ………… Thinking about Steve and his love of the kids and their found family and how Eddie interacts with this emotion when he’s around Steve - and how Eddie reacts when he realizes the overwhelming amount of love directed at himself!!

Eddie had never been good at distinguishing an individual's emotions from a group's. Sure, sometimes it would stick out, someone having a particularly good or bad day in the cafeteria or somesuch, but he wouldn't be able to say who was feeling that way. It was easier when he was close to them, if he really consentrated he could probably pick out Jeff and Gareth, but that's from prolonged proximity and getting used to their baseline moods. Maybe he was just getting better at it as he got older, more used to the complexities of emotion than he had when he was a kid.

When Dustin came along, and with him Mike and Lucas, he could sense their bubbling apprehension and excitement, the twinges of sickly guilt when they mentioned their friend Will. His new little sheepies (an ironic name for three teen werewolves he loved to whip out just for the giggles it elicited from them) felt so much so often he barely had to find parties to mooch off of while dealing. He hadn't been so full since spending a day at starcourt before it burned to the ground.

But feeling them during lunchtime and Hellfire meetings is nothing compared to when he gets told by Dustin to meet at Steve Harrington's house for "an emergency Party Meeting" right near the end of winter break.

There's a few more kids than Eddie's sheep, Nancy Wheeler and Lucas' little sister, and of course, the host of the day with his soulmate (a fact that consistently boggles Eddie's mind) Robin Buckley.

When Steve explains his parents having sat him down and given him his birthright, an ancient tome filled with the details of how to spot, catch, and kill any number of magic or non human folk, Eddie expects anger. Expects betrayal and hurt and fear to fill up his senses like smoke in his lungs.

What hits him first is a wave of dread, yes, but it's broken by Buckley reaching towards Harrington saying "shit. Are you alright?" And clinging to him.

Eddie isn't prepared for the rough wave of relief that fills the room as he watches the rest of the group gather round and hug the daylights out of a man who just admitted he was a hereditary Hunter. He realizes, after a moment, that the relief is coming from Harrington. That it's so tightly mixed with slippery worry and a sticky protectiveness it can only mean that Harrington brought them here thinking there was a chance they would shun him.

And if that doesn't make Eddie squirm in shame, just a little.

He lets the others plan, watching Harrington, just in case. The rest of this group may trust him, but Eddie didn't before this revelation and he sure as shit doesn't now. As they leave, he threatens him and Steve fucking thanks him for it, the absolute psycho (who thanks some random guy, let alone a goddamn vampire, for saying they'll kill you. Who asks them to make sure his parents are dead too, that no one ever knows what happened?)

So there's an...agreement between them. When they see the other they nod, but they never really chat.

Until March. Until spring break when Eddie realizes he's not the only kind of monster in Hawkins and the others, including Steve goddamn human Harrington, look at him with pity. It twists, sourly, in the air. The regret of the upsidedown bullshit not being over and someone else getting dragged in.

But they win, somehow. Beaten and bruised and scarred, with Eddie needing to drink actual human blood for the first time since he was a child, but they do win.

After that Eddie is absorbed into their Pack fully, a neat little addition next to Buckley and Harrington. They form a little trio inside the Pack, being the only non-wolf members, surrounded by pups who nip at their heels and beg for rides or ear scritches. Sometimes Robin will join them in their begging, claiming Steve is the only one who knows how to pat her belly and push her nose in just the right way, to which Steve will smile indulgently and let her shift and wiggle her body onto his lap, flopping on her back and barking.

Eddie eats the light and easy affection up, basks in they way it seems to surround any group of the party as easily as anything. There are different shades inside it, of course. The fizzy-pop between Max and Lucas, the crackling warmth that builds slowly into a bonfire when they let themselves play off each other of Steve and Robin's bond (that Eddie gets now, understands how they could be tied together through magic more ancient than can be deciphered. Thinks they'd be the same without it.) The babbling brook of Dustin's love flowing through all of them.

All identifiable because he knows these people, has fought and nearly died for them, lived for them. They feed him so well and willingly, delighted in the way they do it effortlessly with their love.

So Eddie notices a shift, sometime after everyone is healed up. A twinge of something different, a rippling emotion, smooth, easy, delicate, and expanding. He isn't quite sure who it comes from.

But he knows who he wants it to be from.

He keeps track of the ripples. The soft waves of emotion that lap at his senses. It's always around Steve. Steve, when he looks at Eddie or when Eddie is talking and making wide, sweeping motions or any number of times Eddie is around Steve. And he doesn't want to think too hard about it, get his hopes too high, project something he wants but isn't there. But. But. Eddie has gotten better at knowing what individuals, especially individuals in his pack, are feeling.

Weeks, months, and the ripples don't stop. The softness in Steve's eyes never faulters and his tiny grins never cease.

Eddie figures Steve would have said something by now. Nothing. Eddie can't take it.

"Why haven't you said anything?"

Steve blinks at him, head tilted.

"About...?"

Eddie waves his hand between them "about. About us. About how you feel."

Steve shrugs. Looks down. "You know."

It is not a question. Steve is well versed in how vampires in general and Eddie in particular feed. Steve knows Eddie knows how he feels. It is a fact.

"Yes, I do."

Steve scratches the back of his neck. "I guess I figured I'd let you say something if you wanted to. Figured after a while, when you didn't, that you just...didn't want to risk the Pack's dynamic. Trying to let me down easy, I guess."

Well. That's absurd. Why would Eddie want to let Steve down easy? Why would that-and there's a spike of something, something sad and uncomfortable, from Steve.

"We still don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I--I realize I don't know what that one feels like. Sorry." Steve says, looking somewhere to Eddie's left.

"Wait. Steve. I don't want to ignore it."

Steve waves him off "seriously, if it's easier for you, we can do that" there's something ugly, cold and slimy, making its way between them. Eddie is too caught in his own confusion and worry to name it. "I'm. I am sorry, though. I don't think I'll be able to stop. Not now that I've started."

And. And Eddie should have known this about Steve. Does know this. Once he starts loving someone, Eddie doesn't think he's ever stopped. Changes it, maybe, but not stopped. Steve loves Nancy, who broke his heart, he loves Dustin and Robin and Lucas and Max, loves all the Party in their own ways, loves Jonathan and Argyle and Joyce and Hopper. He loves his goddamn parents who never give him the time of day. Eddie thinks he even still loves Tommy and Carol, just a bit.

So Eddie should have known Steve wasn't going to stop loving him once he started. Shouldn't have been a coward by avoiding talking about it, testing it to see if it'd last, about what Steve knew he knew. He should have said this weeks ago, brought up the smooth waves of affection Steve directed his way sooner, because Eddie might know, but Steve certainly doesn't.

Steve doesn't know Eddie meets his ripples halfway, everytime. Doesn't know that Eddie's own rumbling love fills him up and scares him. Scares him because how does someone who feeds from emotions and energy and can know how someone is feeling express their own? How does he put into words what he feels for Steve, when it feels so large it might make him burst?

But. But the cold slime is growing, wriggling, and Eddie realizes Steve's jaw is clenched, his fingers tangling in the hem of his shirt.

Steve stands. "I'll. I'll go. Just." He breathes slowly through his nose, the slime has spikes now. "Give me some. Space, maybe? Some time? I'm sorry. I'll try to get over y-it."

And Eddie realizes Steve still doesnt know. He snags his wrist. Turning him back to face him.

"Steve." He does not know how to continue. Has never had to put words to feelings. Steve watches him, eyes wet and wide. "I don't want space."

Steve's nose scrunches. "Please, Eddie."

Eddie tightens his grip. "Steve. I love you too."

His eyes dart around Eddie's face, scanning, searching.

"I'm not so good at words, Steve. Not about my feelings. Much easier when other vamps can just tell how you are." He slips his fingers down, weaves them between Steve's. "I'd like to work on that. For you."

Steve is looking at their hands, squeezes gently and releases. He nods. "Okay."

"Okay?"

Steve smiles. Slow and beautiful, the sun creeping out from behind clouds. The ripples are back, smooth and glassy. "Yeah. I'll listen to how you feel. And you'll tell me. Because I love you."

It sounds almost sweeter than the ripples feel. Eddie squeezes his hand, smiling back.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #vampire eddie munson #human steve au #stranger things #fics #findaanswers #finda writes stuff #anonasaurus #this is for you anon mwAH #also i wrote this om my notes app and almost fell asleep writing it so #it might be a bit rough #sorry i didnt put a readmore at first ooops

[yakool-foolio]

I know you’ve done the outline for how the Homunculus secret is revealed, but what about Makoto being Yuma’s Homunculus, and to an extension, his memory gap?

I can just imagine as they read the notes by the corpses, there would be mention of the UG having acquired the DNA of someone who had a powerful supernatural presence two-three years ago (I don’t know the specific timeline in your AU if it’s the same as in-game or different), and testing on them before acquiring the perfect Homunculus and erasing the original’s memories. The amount of years lining up to Yuma’s missing memory gap. It would not be painting a pretty picture for both Yakou and Yuma.

Also, side note question relating to the topic, even though Yuma has lost his memories, does he still have unconscious triggers from those times? Like when he enters Amaterasu’s Labs, he starts to get antsy even though he doesn’t exactly know why (though he would probably chalk it up to being on high alert in being in the heart of the enemy’s base)? I could be wrong though, sometimes amnesiacs have different reactions or something in various medias and depending on how they lost their memories.

From what Yuma has told Yakou about his strange gap in memory, it doesn't make things any easier to settle in the chief's mind. Fubuki's note details of a successful capture and experimentation on a human with untrained supernatural powers three and a half years ago, who became the exact candidate the UG needed for the homunculus project. After about half a year's worth of testing, the perfect homunculus was created. However, perfection comes with awareness of the self. The UG's victory proved to be short-lived when the immortal monster escaped the laboratory. Using another six months, they kept the original in captivity to be continuously tested on in hopes of recreating what they lost. In the end, they never succeeded, so they tampered with the person's memories and sent them to the WDO, letting them deal with the poor runt.

After Yakou reads the note and Yuma questions what he read, the chief decides to protect Yuma from the horrid realization and lie about the contents. Shinigami scolds him for hiding the truth, but he remains stubborn. He doesn't want to risk Yuma suffering from the revelation when they need to investigate and put a stop to Makoto's schemes. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to tell Yuma himself, as Makoto beats him to it in the mystery labyrinth. Yuma's trust falters as he questions why Yakou didn't tell him, but Yakou is too distraught to explain why as he reels over his own awful epiphany of being an immortal, cannibalistic monster. He's scared of hurting Yuma in more ways than one, terrified he'll become the monster he's been told he is. Makoto uses Yakou's stunted emotions to his advantage, cornering Yuma as he taunts his original and readies to eliminate him. With no one else to turn to, harkening back to chapter 0, he calls out to Yakou for assistance to save him. The chief is pulled out of his stupor, determined to keep Yuma safe from the threat much bigger than him in this labyrinth.

As for how Yuma lived with his year-long memory gap, he could hardly tell he missed a whole year of his life. All he remembered was being kidnapped by scouts and then reawakening right outside the WDO's headquarters. The only way he was able to tell a year passed was a quick look at a calendar. It seemed impossible, but he couldn't deny that he missed something important in that year. He just didn't know what. While a memory wipe from Shinigami completely erases any specific recollection without flaw due to magic, the UG could only rewire the brain, so while it was highly effective, some subtilties may slip through the slim cracks. Yuma gets faint sensations of deja vu and uneasy premonitions when entering Amaterasu's secret lab, but he chalked it up to the already intense situation. Turns out that having a bad feeling about this would be proven right as Yomi enters the scene and spreads chaos across the lab.

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Thank you for your previous work. I was wondering if you could write a headcanon of RFA (excluding Saeyoung, as you have already done him) and Saeran with MC. In this scenario, chaos follows MC everywhere without any logical reason, but REMINER IT DOESN'T HARM MC, ONLY THE PEOPLE AROUND HER. This ability also runs in her family, so if they have a gathering, chaos happens without fail. Additionally, I have a funny scenario in mind where Saeran kidnaps MC to Mint Eye, and as a result, chaos ensues, but MC casually escapes. I search Kofuku and I see some similarities but the idea of MC having this "ability" is actually come from an Disney Show called Milo Murphy's Law

Yoosung

I feel like the poor guy will get rather spooked by this strange ability of yours. He's already prone to getting into some very embarrassing situations without any external force pulling the strings. Do you mean to tell him that he'll have to deal with even more disasters in his daily college life!? It's more humorous than serious, though. He may act a bit startled by it at first, but he's definitely the type to get very curious despite his initial reservations. It baffles him how such a thing could actually happen in reality, and not in fiction. Is it appropriate for him to call you a superhero...? He'll also probably want to try and use this ability of yours for his advantage. Not anything bad... But, hey, maybe, just maybe... you could make his professor miss his bus today? He has no desire whatsoever to study for the philosophy test tomorrow morning.

Zen

Zen is able to take it all in stride. He won't be shocked by this revelation of yours, as he has a few unique abilities himself. It's actually kind of exciting for him to meet someone in a somewhat similar situation to his own. Though, your little quirk is far more chaotic than he would expect. It's a good thing he has supernatural healing powers and prophetic dreams on his side! He will be able to avoid most adversity coming his way, and, even if he does get injured, he will probably be strutting down the street without a fuss after a day or two. He'll also be very fussy about you not blaming yourself for anything. He actually finds your bad luck kind of cute! At any rate, that's what he asserts to you.

Jaehee

To put it simply, she is stumped. Since she's the most logical person in the group, she'll have trouble believing you at first. Not until she encounters the undeniable proof of your ability with her own two eyes. Out of everyone in the RFA, having bad luck following this poor overworked woman will probably make you feel especially bad for her. Much like Yoosung, she'll get rather spooked once she accepts it as reality. I could see her beginning to steer clear of you even. She's already so incredibly stressed... the last thing she needs is even more trouble on her hands. She does mellow out once she sees that you are a genuinely good person, though. She'll even apologize to you for acting rashly with you. It's possible that you and Jaehee could find ways to overcome this cursed quirk of yours.

Jumin

Without a doubt, the most enthralled among all. You might think he'll be the most skeptical one of the bunch, but no. This is a man who has a huge infatuation with the occult we're talking about here. Once he sees actual tangible proof, you have a real annoying observer on your hands. Will ask you dozens and dozens of questions, do his own research in his free time, maybe even ask you to provide him some of your blood samples or something. With your consent, of course. It may become too much to handle for you. But, what you don't need to worry about is Jumin avoiding you or treating you as a threat. He makes it a point to let you know that he will not judge your character based on factors that are out of your control. With his resources, you might even come to learn more about your abilities!

Saeran

He'll be anxious. Much like his brother, but in a more subdued manner. I feel like your constant bad luck would be one of the factors that pushed Ray into choosing you, believe it or not. He can relate to bad things happening around you, while all you can do is watch helplessly. He will also take the effects of your bad luck in stride. Almost to a fault. You'll have to remind him to please take care of himself and not put himself in harm's way because of you. Suit Saeran, on the other hand, will curse you and your ability. He'll definitely think that you are doing it on purpose. That you want him to suffer. He'll ensure that you understand your position beneath him. He hates the feeling of losing control, and that's exactly what drives him mad about you and your stupid bad luck that he can't control, no matter how hard he tries. He will apologize to you for blaming it all on you, though. You can expect him to tell you that he has come to the realization that you had no intention of harming him, and that you possess a good heart. A heart that is too great for someone as dark and rotten as he is. GE Saeran will be way more balanced about it all. It'll take you two some time to figure it out, with him not putting too much pressure on himself, and you not worrying too much about harming him. Maybe you could develop a working system between you two that will help you keep disasters to a minimum, while also having a reliable plan for any accidents that may inevitably occur.

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Day 6: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!

Max pays a visit during your first heat trying to “help”.

Theme: A/B/O, vampire!Max, Omega!reader, Omega heat, dub-con if you squint, pinv, praise, bit of Dacryphilia

A.N: My first time writing A/B/O! I get the jist of “heat” but I’m gonna play with the concept a bit!

You were curled under a mountain of blankets, shivering in a cold sweat as you rode out your heat. Surprise surprise one of Max’s colleagues was a werewolf and turned you, surprise surprise again when the “pills” Max gave you for your incoming heat didn’t work. Your pussy ached as you soaked yet another pair of underwear. You’d never been so wet in your life and no one was even around.

Masterbation took the edge off at first but now your body was throbbing for the real thing. Suddenly your ears perked for a moment, footsteps? Then a soft knock on your front door and… was someone fucking laughing?

You crawl your way out of the pile of blankets on your bed, your clothing sticking to your skin from the sheen of sweat and your thighs slid against each other. Peering out of the peep-hole in your door you saw the one person you truly did not want to deal with today. Your anger outweighed your better judgement as you whipped open the door “You…” you growled.

“Hey there,” Max’s shit-eating grin sent your blood boiling more than it already was. “We missed you at work tonight. I just wanted to drop by and see how the pills were working for you.”

“How does it look like they’re working…” A shiver rocked through you as his woodsy cologne hit you like a tidal wave. You shift on your feet as you lean on the door.

Max let out a dark laugh as he inhaled deeply, his eyes flickering to your groin. “Oh no, not very well it seems.” He feigned a nonchalant shrug as his next words came softly “I can help with that, since I’m already here.”

“Fuck. You.” Your eyes flash in a golden hue as your anger and lust fought for control.

“With. Pleasure.” His eyes darkened as he took a small step forward, gripping onto both sides of the doorframe. The wood creaked under his supernatural grip as he remained just on the other side of the threshold. The heat of his stare sent lightning through you. Werewolves weren’t susceptible to vampiric persuasion but your heat had your body screaming for any touch.

“You, you bastard -“ you shook your head in a desperate attempt to regain control.

“Let me help you.” He cooed, smirking as he began to undo his belt. Your eyes went wide as you watched him, knees practically buckling as you eyed his bulge through his boxers. “I won’t even make you beg for it. It’s right here.” He gripped himself through the thin fabric, the outline of his cock sent your mouth watering. “Just invite me in…”

“I - I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Your voice broke as you closed your eyes and took a shakey breath. “Come in-“

In an instant you were slammed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and his cock already pressing against the soaking fabric of your panties. His growl felt as if it tore through you as he ripped your soaked panties off you, the fabric biting your skin. The pain was soon forgotten as he sank into you stretching you the way your body was screaming for. His cock felt cool compared to the heat of your slick core.

He groaned and grit his teeth against your heat, “Fucking incredible.” His hips snapped, slamming into you over and over as he held you up. “That’s it, that sloppy cunt swallowing me so well.” He panted.

Your mewls and moans turned to sobs as your body reveled in what it was aching for. His cock like a cold compress in your feverish channel. “So good, why is it so good.” You whimpered pressing your cheek against his as you struggled to cling to your sanity. The slap of his skin against yours filled your house along with the soft drip, drip of your juices splattering the hardwood.

“Good girl, fucking cry for me.” He grinned as he licked a tear from your cheek. “So, fucking, good.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, the force against your clit sent stars across your vision. Your cunt fluttered around his girth as your orgasm washed through you. “Cum, cum on my cock that’s right.” He muttered into your throat as he grazed his fangs across your skin, his pace never slowing.

Your second orgasm came right after the first as a silent scream while you clung onto him. The chill of his body through his suit felt incredible as it sank into your own burning skin. “T-the bed.” You muttered as you tried to hang on. Two orgasms so close to one another sapped your energy.

Max carried you to the bedroom as you slacked in his grip. His dark chuckle filled your head as he laid you down with his cock still throbbing inside you. His reddish brown eyes bore into yours as he removed his suit. “For the next few days I’m staying buried in this hot little hole, you hear me?” He gripped your jaw as that dark fanged grin spread.

“Fucking leech.” You huffed. He rolled his hips and pressed into you as deep as he could, wrapping his hand around your throat. You took the chill of his skin against yours with a contended groan.

“Oh no sweetheart, I’m a tick -“ he began to grind his hips against you, the friction against your clit causing you to whimper again. “And I’m staying buried right here.” The slow churning of his pelvis against your clit and the stretch of his cock in your cunt sent you over the edge a third time. “Attagirl.” He smirked “We’re gonna have a fun few days. We’ll just tell the others it was team building.”

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