#BLOODY. MOTHERFUCKING. RUBY.
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[Voice of someone who just uptie 3'd Capt. Ishy and watched her cutscene] Hey Limbus what do you mean I took a shot in the dark not expecting to hit a target and I Landed A Mother Fucking Bullseye?
#void screaming#context:#after finding out about the crimson whale in capt. ish's promo#i decided for shits and giggles#to do what i did with the pallid whale and whalex again#but this time i assigned the crimson whale to a canon character (who i've been nicknaming ruby)#why? red color/eldritch entity/weird-fucking-rotting-minion-thing-imagery association#then i watched the upt3 cutscene#and i find out the crimson whale is a fucking kracken#and gUESS WHO ELSE IS A FUCKING KRACKEN#THAT'S RIGHT#BLOODY. MOTHERFUCKING. RUBY.#(i must emphasize the fact that ruby came into existence in halloween 2023)#(i know this because she was the exact reason i got sucked into her fandom)
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THE PENNY IS DEAD
Penny: "humming to red like roses" It is a very good day to be not dead!
Jaune: "BANG" YOU ARE DEAD
Penny: "drops a book called how 2 die" I AM DEAD
Jaune: hehehehehehehe "sees Ruby approaching" ohhhh shit "flings the glock he used behind himself"
Ruby: "Humming to friend" AH, Penny is DEAD
Penny: yes, I AM DEAD
Ruby: Why is Penny dead? This is like the fourth time...
Jaune: IDK
Penny: I think it was-
Ruby and Jaune: SHHH, you are DEAD
Penny: ok "has a collision error with the ground"
Weiss: hey wankers who's up for a good- what in the Bloody hell just happened?
Jaune and Ruby lazily: Penny is dead
Weiss: Penny is dead?
Ruby: CORRECT!
Weiss: WOO HOO :D
Ruby: so, did you see the murderer?
Weiss and Jaune: No
Ruby: "Slams hand table" I will FIND them, I will CAPTURE them, and NO ONE will EVER die again
"Round of applause from everyone"
Winter: attention, PENNY IS DEAD
Weiss, Ruby and Jaune: We know...
Winter: Who killed her?
Weiss, Ruby and Jaune: We don't know...
Winter: I will fine CLUES 'SNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFF" what's that, a weapon, This thing is why Penny is DEAD
Everyone else: PENNY IS DEAD!!!!!
Winter: Yes, SHE DIED
Everyone else: "Shock and horror"
"Winter gets run over by Neo driving an ambulance, Neo then hops out of the ambulance"
"Neo then gives Penny tree tea"
Penny (ascending): HAHAHAHA "fucking explodes"
Neo, signing: in my personal opinion, PENNY IS DEAD
Weiss: doc, what happened?
Neo, signing: in my professional opinion, Penny was KILLED
Weiss: Oh Brothers...
"everyone begins discussing"
Neo, signing: i don't think it's anything to worry about
Weiss: Now what...
Yang: clippity clop motherfuckers
Ruby: Oh come on...
Yang: look at this, Penny is freaking DEAD...... What do you think of that? uh...
Ruby: Yes yes, Yang?
Yang: what?
Ruby: GO HOME
"Blake waves to Yang from BMBLB"
Yang: Ah come ON, "Gets on BMBLB" un freaking believable, seriously you guys all su- "Blake crashes BMBLB"
Ruby: Okay, let's get back to THE POINT!
Penny: i think Penny is dead.
Everyone else: PENNY IS DEAD
"Neo runs to the Bees"
Neo, thinking: YANG I CAN ASCEND YOU! "gets caught in the fire and fucking dies"
Penny: SERIOUSLY WHO KILLED PENNY!
Pyhrra: "drinking maple syrup straight from the bottle" IT WAS ME
Everyone else: HUH
Pyhrra: 'Shoves an entire syrup bottle down her throat" I DID IT LIKE THIS "Pulls out Miló and blows Weiss's brains out"
Everyone else: "Shock and horror"
Pyhrra: "drinks even more syrup" that was a joke lads
Everyone else: "ear splitting laughter"
Pyhrra: "drinks even more even more syrup" it was y- "burp" HIM
Jaune: HUH, how did you know
Pyhrra: "drinks syrup" i didn't "EXTREMELY LOAD BURP" that was a joke too "begins chugging another syrup bottle"
Jaune: HAHAHHAHAHHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAH
"Pyhrra dies from syruphol poising"
Jaune: THAT'S RIGHT, IT WAS ME
Ruby: You monster!
Penny: BUT WHYYYYYYYYY!!!
Jaune: Cause your dumb Girl, and annoying
Penny: JAUNE STOP
Jaune: so, very, very annoying
Penny: JAUNE YOU ARE SO MEAN, JAUNE
Jaune: GOD FUCKING DAMN IT PENNY FUCK OFF, YOU ARE DEAD
Penny: NO U POW
"Jaune get lazered into oblivion"
Penny: HA HA, YOU ARE DEAD! not big surprise.
Ruby: well that was idiotic, of to go hang myself, WATCH AND LEAR- "hangs self on cape"
Penny: i am alive.... is nice
yes this is stupid
#rwby#penny polendina#ruby rose#weiss schnee#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#pyhrra nikos#jaune arc#suicide jokes tw#character death#tf2#heavy is dead#long post#winter schnee#OOC#Hanging tw#suicide tw#neopolitian (rwby)
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The Beard
Smol Jaune AU
Pyrrha: A mining mission… You know I thought we clear out mines, and the like, not help guard one.
Ren: Why is that, it seems pretty bog standard Hunter Mission.
Pyrrha: Still, just not what I thought we would be doing today.
Nora: I want to be smashing stuff…
Ren: You always want to be smashing something, Nora.
Nora: I know, but still…
Pyrrha: Oh! There’s Team Rwby; lets ask them if they have seen, Jaune.
Ren: Good idea, We’re getting no where trying to find him on our own.
Pyrrha: Hey, guys!
Ruby: Hey, Pyrrha! How goes the patrol?
Pyrrha: It’s fine, but have you seen, Jaune?
Yang: Is something wrong?
Pyrrha: Kinda… We lost him…
Weiss: How did you lose him?
Ren: We don’t know; one second we were walking about the camp, Jaune was looking at some tools, Pyrrha, and I had to stop, Nora from getting into a fight…
Blake: What was the fight about?
Nora: Someone dared to say waffles were better than pancakes! I needed to correct them…
Weiss: Ahh… Typical…
Pyrrha: And, by the time we looked back, Jaune was gone.
Yang: Weird, it’s not like Lover Boy to just walk off like that…
Blake: Did he say anything before he left?
Ren: No, he just disappeared.
Ruby: Well, we haven’t seen him… Maybe one of the miners saw him?
Blake: It’s a good enough place to start.
Pyrrha: Okay, let’s try that… Umm… E-Excuse me?
Miner #1: Can we’s help ya?
Pyrrha: We’re looking for our team leader; His name is, Jaune Arc, about five feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes, sorta looks like a knight in white armour.
Miner #1: Can’t reckon aye’s seen anyone like that before…
Miner #2: Could da’s be talken about da new foreman?
Miner #1: Well, he is a mighty small fella… Can’t say if he be a blond though, on account he be wearing his helmet all da time…
Miner #2: Good as place as any to start.
Pyrrha: Where might we find this foreman of yours?
Miner #2 Boss should be around the front of da mine…
Miner #1: Good luck, little Miss.
Pyrrha: Why thank you!
Yang: Wow, they actually talked to you, we tried to talk to one, and she told, Weiss to ‘piss off…’
Weiss: Uncouth slobs.
Nora: That’s just, Pyrrha for you!
Pyrrha: Oh, stop it~!
Ruby: Ahh look! There’s a group of miner’s huddled over there, maybe one of them can help us find, Jaune.
Pyrrha: Okay, umm, excuse me; We were…?!
: What do ya bloody mean, you lost da damn dust vain!
Ren: W-What the?
Weiss: Wait… Is that, Jaune?
Ruby: It can’t be…?
Jaune: I told ya bleedn’ gits! You need ta mark where the fockin’ vein is!
Miner #3: We’re sorry, boss! We accidentally lost the mark, while we were blastin…?!
Jaune: BLASTING?! Didn’t I tell ya fuckers not to use any ‘splosive’s! One wrong placement, and you’d turn da whole mountain into yer graves!
Miner #4: But, we needed to make room for da mining equipment!
Jaune: Den’ pick up your fockin’ pick, and make room for it, you lazy bastards!
Miner #4: R-Right, sorry, Boss…
Jaune: ALRIGHT!! Listen up, you bunch of lazy bastards! We’s got a deadline to meet! And, if you lazy bastards don’t get to work on it, dem’ Atlasian whore-sons from the SDC, are gonna come over ‘ere, and royally fuck us over! And, I for one, ain’t gonna let that happen! The only one who’s gonna get fucked over, is that Jacquess motherfucker, when I show his wife how a real man fucks! Now get to work, and lets shatter some dust!!!
Miner’s: RAHHHHHHH!!!!
Ren: Okay… When did, Jaune become the foreman…
Ruby: And, where did that beard come from; He was clean shaven only a few hours ago?!
Pyrrha: Oh, such a full bread~! I thought, Jaune was quite charming before, but now… That’s such a rugged look on him. Mmm~!
Yang: And, those muscles… W-When did he become so swol?! Oh, I want to lick the sweat righ of of them~! Mmm~! Mommy likey~!
Blake: No, do me instead! I can be better woman for you than any, Schnee bitch, Master~!
Weiss: Excuse me?!
Ruby: W-What’s going on!
Nora: Jaune’s short stature, plus being stuck around a mine, and mining equipment has effected his mind! Jaune has now become a mining crazed, Dwarf!
Ruby: She’s kidding right…?
Ren: Well…
Nora: Dwarven Miner for life bitches!
Jaune: Oi! Put on a helmet before ye go into da mines ya git! NOW!
Nora: Yes sir, sorry sir!
Jaune: Den get back ta work!
Nora: Right away sir!
RR: …
Ruby: Okay… He’s gone full on dwarf… Now what?
Weiss: Excuse me, but are we going to ignore the fact where he threatened to bed my mother?!!
Yang: Only after he does us first~!
Pyrrha: DIBS! I go first!
Blake: Naww… I wanted to go first…
Weiss: …
Weiss: What the fuck…?
#rwby#jaune arc#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#weiss schnee#nora valkyrie#pyrrha nikos#ruby rose#lie ren#willow schnee#jaune x yang#yang x jaune#jaune x blake#blake x jaune#pyrrha x jaune#jaune x pyrrha#jaune x willow#willow x jaune#rwby arkos#rwby dragonslayer#rwby knightshade#jacques schnee
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not a request, but hear me out… Guy Crimson’s s/o, who is thoroughly covered in his scent, leaves on a journey that lasts weeks, if not months. Once returning, they don’t smell the same, they smell… like all sorts of different majin that aren’t him. His s/o even has the scent of another daemon on them from their visit to Tempest and their time spent around Rimuru and his secretaries. (Honestly, it can be assumed that Diablo/Black spent much time around s/o intentionally, knowing, and finding it amusing how much it would irritate Rouge, the Red Primordial to have his mate returning with the scent of another primordial.) While there was not a chance in hell that s/o would ever betray Guy, it’s inevitable that the scent of others would rub off on them. I wonder if Guy would appear needy, desperate to rescent and reclaim his lover.
I know that the Red Primordial has existed from the dawn of time, but boy would it be a joy to see him desperate.
This red motherfucker acts so fucking unaffected by it.
Wearing that classic Cheshire cat grin, damn "happiest" Guy has ever been so it seems. Clean cut in the visible light of your eyes, so undeniably unnatural to the human eye. And it may very well blow over an ignorant fool's head.
But you know Guy, his one and only; how he plays across the midnight air free as bird. And you, of all the people in his long, long eternity, are likely to notice that strange smile, that joyous uppercut of his lip doesn't feel the way it normally does. Forced. Far from smooth. It's cracked right into place, edges of a sword, stabbing every truth to rip it apart further. Not that he doesn't trust you. Oh no, Guy does trust you, but a lion doesn't attack another lion wandering its territory for the gazelle's sake.
Guy's thin-laced smirk rubs alcohol onto a wound that shouldn't even be there, a pricking sense of dread and despair.
But it is,
said wound is a reminder. One for you.
Any shift in Guy Crimson's mood tips at the drop of a hat, and those notable shifts happen simultaneously hand in hand with foreign encounters.
The ancients-who don't see eye to eye with him, do understand Guy Crimson, in defining remembrance of his 'happy-go-lucky" demeanor-scolds; a somber, quiet weight for those unfortunate enough to summon him, what truly lies beneath the twinkling stars of his bloody façade, no one can really pin it in place.
Any face of Guy is skillfully crafted; Sinister smile-too straight not to be fake, seething his cheekbones, thinning out the handsome layers of his face in the smoothest slit of the mouth. No wrinkles, flaws, or mild stumble of the brow; a wild brush, crinkled black. A hollow shadow upon his closed, ruby-laced lids; children cry at the sight of such an abominable facet.
Guy Crimson is a fairly reasonable dude, no admirable primordial like him can avoid treading the soils. Dirt will get on your shoes; nature is an inevitable thing to allow. Something was going to rub off eventually. If it was Diablo that "accidently" rubbed off on you, Guy knows better than to fall for the trap that devilish little sea urchin set up, especially when Guy has better things to think about.
But Guy doesn't have to like it, nonetheless, no matter the intention. That scent-something not his-itches the back of his head. Countless bugs crawling, stubby legs creeping up his throat. That specific irritation peaks every time you enter the same room, although it isn't obvious for the unknowing ones-it isn't mild in the slightest and will worsen the longer the smell lingers. God help you if it ever gets stronger.
He won't take the sudden change of scent as a threat, heavens no. Guy Crimson is more than a little self-aware of the disastrous threat proposed in his footsteps, his very name was inspired by the fearful screams of his victims. The people effected by him-especially under, know how far they can truly throw their rocks across the lines of his tolerance. Which is fairly high, you must admit for someone of his intimidating stature.
Mentioned many times before, while Guy isn't exactly emotive, he is possessive to a demonic degree with no issue showing it. Guy isn't blind to human moral logic, but it won't apply to himself in general sense. It's his nature; to frown upon anyone who intrudes upon a claim walking on his land, rightfully his by law alone.
Under the sheets of bed, the star-littered cover of night-Guy won't exactly turn this situation into a problem, not technically, but that doesn't mean he won't eventually do the inevitable and pout.
He turns an entire fucking wheel and crashes himself into a pole while he's at it; Silently scuffing each time he smells anything remotely like somebody else, cheeks huffing and puffing like a child. Sharp pins, annoying fingers, poke and pry away pinches at your flushed plums.
Rest assured, the moment a chance seizes to wipe off the intrusive smell, the pitiful intruder on your flesh,
Guy will erase it.
#ask#ailulu#i could make a whole request sized essay on guy crimson and scenting#along with the other demon lords lmaoooo#dont get me fucking started on#fucking MILIM or Carrion#dagruel is also pretty particular about scenting but it depending wholly on his current mood#guy crimson#rouge
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World’s Finest: Learn A Valuable Lesson
In Manhattan I exit the train walking up the staircase to the main floor the up the stairs onto the street the Gotham City Corporate Bank as I sneak into the alley way I open the side door.
Using the door to swing to the side I begin to map up the place retrieving a digital map to outline everything in the building I find the elevator in the hallway and I press the up button.
Discovering a hole in my plan I notice Bruce Wayne following me onto the elevator train speeding up he smiles me that is when I notice the similarities between him and The
Dark Knight.
“I am Bruce Wayne”
“I know and a huge fan”
“What for? My philanthropy?”
“No! You are Batman”
“What no? You have me mistaken “
“Uh huh! Sure!”
“I can prove it “
“Watch your image in the mirror”
“You see how your shadow grows”
“Spreading bigger”
“Like those…Batwings”
“Stop me! Your flattering me”
“Stare into my eyes Bruce”
“I am no longer amused “
“It was not intended to be amusing”
“I want you to admit the truth”
“Why can’t I move? Why can’t I break eye contact?
“Because with all your resources you are completely at my mercy.”
“Fix your face Bruce”
“Give me a pretty smile “
“Wonderful boi”
“Foolish child”
“I am hardly a child”
“More then just a man”
“I am your everything “
“No! Nnnoooo”
“The one you look up to”
I can see the anger surge in his face the pure bloody ruby red tint color appears in his eyes as he attempts to back away from me.
I laugh hysterically as my voice booms in to fill up the area of the space bouncing on to him then to me back and forth the voice is vibrating.
My voice shatters his mind booming into his ears his body becomes eerily through the room he shakes and falls to his knees in a send of real power move.
“Stop it”
“I love you Bruce!”
“I love you too”
“Do you understand who I am?”
“Yes! I encompass your existence “
“I rule your world”
“You are the symbol of a fallen world”
“Greedy, evil, vindictive pieces of shit”
“Humans are destructive”
“How can I fix this?”
“Let me lead the way “
“Kneel for me! Take a knee”
“I am the love of your life “
“Your maker”
“ A worthy king tired of bullies”
“You will spend your life…”
“Protecting you”
“Serving you “
“I give you all”
“Everything I have”
“Submission is for me”
“Bruce grab my waist”
“Kiss me”
“Give into me”
“I sire you “
“We are linked forever”
“You can’t fight me”
The door swings open with mind now firmly planted into his, my will is all that matters to him.
What we did not expect is to see highly the far intelligent Tony Stark tied up in his own little contraption.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Tony Stark”
“So what?”
“I’m Bruce Wayne”
“I know dumbfuck”
“He’s Batman”
“I am Master Lawrence “
“You will obey me”
“I am committed to him”
“Kneel for me”
“Fuck you !”
“You can’t disrespect me”
“Even if you try”
“Release me”
“I will never relinquish you “
“Your life, mind, body and soul “
“I can’t let you wwwiiinnn”
“Mmmm! I like a feisty one”
“Motherfucker”
“Prep him Bruce”
“Strip him”
“Rip them off”
“Spread eagle”
“Good boi”
“I am going in”
“Sliding in”
“In and out “
The end
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One, two, Freddy's coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep—
FUCKTHEPOPULATION
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Pulling up with the pump (yeah!)
Slugs that'll make you slumped
Drugs always keep me numb
Wake up in the morning just to pop some
Bitch, it's FUCKTHEPOPULATION
Bodies in my basement
Lord of the forsaken, watching bitches fornicating (shit!)
Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan
Triple six be my language
Smoking on something that's flagrant
Shooting up something that's tainted
Raindrops cover my dreadlocks
Mood 21 Savage, that Red Opps
Might get my face tatted with a tear drop
Shell-shocked leaving bodies on the sidewalk
Six days 'til my death, on the seventh let me be
Lower level dwelling, now the devil rocking FTP
Ruby setting trends but in the end, he wants his breath to cease
Leopard print all on his body, body hanging off the Sphinx
Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinning out the herd
Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm, poisoning the dirt
Ruby going to find his death and flirt
Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn, cut up into thirds
Ruby got a broken oath he once swore, take him back to church
Ruby bloody fist up her skirt
Do You Believe in God? by $uicideboy$ nope
@bethanythestrange @bigbonzo
#im freaking the fuck out#gif moodboard#gif mood board#mood In between#3/2024#Do You Believe in God?#$uicideboy$#suicideboys#doomsday#trap#dark rap#trap music#track of the day#exploring music#musick#x-heesy#fucking favorite#music#now playing#spotify#music and art#Satan#Beelzebub#Lucifer
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It's 2AM on a Wednesday night when Steve Harrington kills a man.
There's a trail of blood from the foyer to the ensuite, ruby red droplets a trail of breadcrumbs leading all the way to Steve's sneakers, a gentle 'plip plip plip' soaking into the Nike logo. His hands are shaking.
There's a needle between his fingers and thread in his teeth as he sows up Billy fucking Hargrove like some hand me down rag doll, ignoring the occasional groan of pain best he can.
It's not the first time this has happened. But it's definitely the worst.
There's a nail bat in his trunk and a rage in his bones that burns hotter than a forest fire. His heart crumbles like dry kindling, up in smoke for this broken beautiful boy.
And Steve Harrington killed a man today. Will kill him a thousand times over until that rat bastard is six feet under in a pine box. Because-
Because.
"Don't pass out on me now Harrington." Billy's chuckle is wet and nasally, face turned upwards as he pinches his nose between his fingers to stem the bleeding.
And Steve. Steve is going to burn down all of Hawkins just to keep Billy safe. He can feel it in his soul, a sharp and glittering truth. Because he loves this idiot. Wants to spend the rest of his life pushing love into Billy's skin, forever and ever. Till all these scars are nothing but a bad dream. The memories of Billy sobbing into his neck after Steve's done wrapping broken bones in Hello Kitty bandaids.
Because.
Billy fucking Hargrove sleeps on Steve's couch more nights than not, curled up under his mother's softest throw blanket.
Because.
Billy fucking Hargrove takes his coffee with enough cream and sugar to tranquilize a rhinoceros and Steve is the only one that knows that. Everyone else thinks he takes it black like tar because his father says anything else is for sissies.
Because.
Every time Steve hears a knock at the door he's both relieved and terrified; that Billy is here, is alive. But in how many pieces?
Because the last time Steve loved half this hard he drove his car into a literal demon and swung a nail bat until he hit meat. And he's been walking the Hawkins streets in the Indiana dark waiting for a monster, nail bat over his shoulder like he's gunning for home base.
And Steve Harrington killed a man at 2AM on a Wednesday, when the love of his goddamn life showed up on his doorstep bloody and broken and shaking. And Steve knew right then, as Billy collapsed into his arms, old leather boots painting the front step red, that if he ever saw Neil motherfucking Hargrove. Well. He wouldn't lose any sleep over it. Ran that name through with red ink in his mind. Like the color of his son's teeth against his split lip. Like the glow of Christmas lights in the Byers livingroom.
Like love.
Steve pulls the thread one final time, snapping it between his teeth and giving Billy a soft pat on his uninjured shoulder. He wants to kiss away every ding and dent. Wants to hold Billy together while he shakes apart. But he and Billy aren't like that, so.
Steve tosses Billy a beer from the fridge because he knows Billy would think it a sign of pity if Steve just handed it to him. If he was careful with him.
Because he loves Billy fucking Hargrove.
Steve sighs, deep and tired , before he gulps down half the can.
"Your turn to pick the movie. Asshole."
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OC Speech Game
Thanks for the tag: @darling-leech
Tagging: @portergage @vithebean
GENERAL:
Name: Ruby Lennox
Nickname: "babe" [only, and only by Gage]
NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1
TONE OF VOICE: high / avarage / deep (and raspy, Lindsey Lohan's voice)
ACCENT: yes / no [southern accent]
DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other
POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed
HABITS - head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance [But steps closer with a gun]
COMPLEXITY:
-Vocabulary: 🟠🟠🟠⚪️⚪️
-Emotion: 🟠🟠🟠🟠⚪️
-Sentence Structure: 🟠🟠🟠🟠⚪️
PROFANITY:
-Frequency: 🟠🟠🟠🟠🟠
-Creativity: 🟠🟠🟠🟠🟠
BOLD ALL THAT APPLY - arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.
THIS OR THAT:
straightforward or cryptic/ finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind / masculinity / neutrality / or femininity / formalities or with abrasiveness / praise or equivocation / frankness or lies (both) / excessive or minimal hand gestures / name-calling or magnanimity / friendly or blunt
IMPORTANT QUESTIONS:
DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never
DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never
WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never
WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never
WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically
YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps " You little piece of shit, I am the fucking Boss, you're gonna listen to me."
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t
WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower
Summary: southern accent, deep and raspy voice, with tons of swearing. This is Ruby xd
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@rii--flect my friend my sunshine child
loves you she gives you all the hugs
#my art#Maddi does art#im a lazy motherfucker and didn't bother colouring tho i like it so much I#actually might#later when im not bloody tired#but Ruby loves you#she is going through a phase
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In which Charly liveblogs Wheel of Time 1x02!
I see rings of gold,
cloaks of white,
red-bloody hands,
It's a gruesome sight,
And I think to myself, what in the hell show?
Whitecloaks. Basically... The Spanish INquisition. 0.0 Well they've taken a soft threat in the books and made them fucking terrifying. Buring Aes Sedai at the stake.
When we last left our Emond's Field Four, they were leaving their home. Now they are still being chased by Trollocs who only fear deep water. They are trying to cross the Taren via one of those old-timey barges on a rope. A Fade can make them do a lot of things but can't make them swim. Oversight by the Dark One.
Moiraine is going to scuttle the barge. And the ferryman is going to die with him.
Moiraine is a Horse!girl. She's giving them energy.
Campfire talk!
Moiraine that's creepy!
Three Aes Sedai oaths that are said using the One Power. They can't break them but they can't bend them.
1. To speak no word that is not true.
2. To make no weapon with which one man may kill another.
3. Never to use the One Power as a weapon except against Darkfriends or Shadowspawn, or in the last extreme defense of her life, the life of her Warder, or another Aes Sedai.
JUST LIKE IN THE BOOKS! WHEN MOIRAINE IS TELLING EGWENE ABOUT THE ONE POWER AND THE SOURCE AND USING HER HEADPIECE AS A FOCUS IT"S JUST LIKE THE BOOKS!
Rand is butthurt that Egwene went off with Moiraine by themselves.
Perrin is suffering.
Vomiting bats is plain disgusting. Or rather coughing up bats. Dead bats are everyone. Bats are an ally of the Dark One.
Randy's hissy fit but I understand where he is coming from. He doesn't know what's going on or what's going to happen. And don't be an ass to Egwene. And yes, she is better than what's chasing you, dumbass.
READ HIM FOR FILTH EGWENE!
RUDE RAND RUDE!
Whitecloaks. Again. Questioners. Assholes.
It ain't your land motherfucker!
Silver motherfucker is a Darkfriend. Or an honest Zealot. I can't remember.
Egwene is learning the truth of the first oath. They always tell the truth it just may not be the truth you tink you hear so listen carefully which is a slight deviation. But it's true.
Horse-riding montage is a go! Group singing is a go! Aww. They included Manetheren. It's not just a song. It's a place that used to be the Two Rivers (Emond's Field). Moiraine is explaining what happened to them. They were supposed to get aid but aid never came. They fought and they fought but no aid came for 13 days. Manetheren was wiped off the map when their Queen embraced too much of the One Power and destroyed everything, the city and the Trollocs. She was bonded to her husband. It was a hurricane of fire. The only survivors were children and their minders who had been sent to the mountains to hide.
Rand is still being pissy about Egwene and Moiraine. He's butthurt. Egwene just wants him to look at her and not hate her. Aww.
HOPPER! HOPPER HOPPER HOPPER! Okay okay okay! You remember in the previous episode where Tam said something was driving them down from the mountain! They weren't being driven down, they were being called! By Perrin who just had the most WTF moment when Hopper licked and cleaned his wound. It's important okay! You'll see. If anyone is listening to me, I mean.
Moiraine is not looking good. OH SHIT! The Trollocs... DON"T GO INTO THAT CITY!
Bad idea. Bad idea. There's a reason it's abandoned. Good set design though. Another night scene where you can see everything. I continue to be surprised. /looks at the camera like I'm on the Office
Shadar Logoth is a bad place. It means Shadow's Waiting. THey were supposed to have provided aid but instead they built a giant wall. EVIL! EVIL!
No Mat. Don't go wandering off alone. It's bad. Why does no one ever listen to horses when they are upset?
Oh no.
What did Lan say about touching nothing!? The ruby-hilted dagger is pretty BUT IF YOU DON"T PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT SO HELP ME!
That was intense and scary. I don't remember how I imagined it in the books but just imagine a shadow that disintigrates everything it touches but does it slowly.
Now the gang is all split up.
Hi Nynaeve!
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FFXIV Write Entry #5: Unscheduled Detonations
Prompt: matter of fact | Master Post | On AO3
I have spontaneously decided Eorzea now has aether-radios--kind of. What’s the logic? No idea, that’s a problem for Future Me to deal with when I edit this in October.
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The northwest horizon exploded.
Synnove sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Godsdamned motherfucking hells-bound aetherochemistry department,” she said. “Ivar?”
The ruby carbuncle was attached to the observation window like a barnacle, tails lashing in delight as he watched the plume of smoke rise over AETHEROCHEMISTRY DEPARTMENTAL TESTING SITE: THE FARM in the distance. He chittered, Shockwave inbound!
“Swiving fishfucker bastards,” she said in a flat tone, walking over to the aether-radio in the corner. She picked up the receiver and toggled the setting for the device to transmit over the whole of AETHEROPHYSICS DEPARTMENTAL TESTING SITE: THE RANGE and out to the ships of the Maelstrom sitting at anchor for artillery maneuvers. As she did so, she idly said, “Ivar, give me the count.”
Twenty-three! Twenty-two! Twenty-one!
Synnove depressed the speaker’s button. “Attention, Arcanists’ Guild personnel. Explosion at the Farm, unknown accelerants and damage. Please get under cover for potential biological fallout. Shockwave inbound.”
And, kneeling down and crawling under the cover of one of the heavy worktables bolted into the floor of the observation room, she spoke in tandem with Ivar: “Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.”
Ivar hopped down to the floor and joined her, thrumming with excitement. “Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
“Impact.”
She let go of the receiver, and the blast from the Farm five malms away slammed into the Range. The main observation building shook, the heavy glass rattling in the windows like a hurricane was raging outside, but distance had dispersed the shockwave enough that it didn’t do more than shake loose dust and dirt everywhere. Synnove sighed, shaking her head, and settled to sit cross-legged under the table until the shaking stopped. Ivar crawled into her lap, purring in delight.
Of course she had to be the senior aetherophysics staff member on Range duty today.
Once the final tremors faded away, she crawled back into the open, Ivar tucked beneath one arm, and pushed herself to her feet. As she glanced over at the schedule for who had reserved time on which test site for the day, she picked the receiver up again. “Check in, sing out as you’re called. Test site three, over?”
“We’re fine, but some of the glass in the windows cracked, over.”
“Test site four, over?”
“Clear, over!”
“Test site seven, over?”
“Just peachy, over.” Keltgeim’s voice was chipper, and Synnove could hear Urianger coughing in the background.
“Test site twelve, over?”
“All set, over!”
“Bloodhound, over?”
Captain Dyrstwydawyn, commander of the five ships of 7th Division, 1st Squadron, came over the line, her voice exasperated and unamused: “7th Division is fine. Range, what in the seven hells was that, over?”
“I’m about to find out. Over and out.” Synnove said drily. She clicked the radio’s channel over to the one for the Farm, shaking her head. Ivar flicked his ear, accidentally smacking her arm, and she hefted him up so he could crawl to sprawl around her shoulders.
“Absolute fucking lunatics… Farm, this is Range, what in the bloody buggering fuck did you do. Over.”
“Hello, Synnove,” said K’rhabye, her counterpart as the aetherochemistry department vice chair. Who was not on Farm oversight duty today. “The energetic materials students arrived today, over.”
“What in the fuck,” Synnove hissed, grabbing the Range’s copy of the Farm’s schedule. She dragged her finger down the list, her scowl intensifying, and then flipped pages until she got to the reservations for next sennight. She pulled out the Range’s own schedule and compared. “Oh for—they were scheduled for Windsday next, we had the Range cleared just in case exactly this happened! Over.”
“I’m aware,” the other arcanist said, and Synnove could easily imagine the woman pushing her glasses up her nose. “Unfortunately, our Farm overseer wasn’t and this discrepancy wasn’t discovered until the last minute. Can confirm biologics labs remain uncompromised, over.”
“Do I want to know what the energetic materials idiots were testing?”
“No.”
Synnove grimaced. When K’rhabye used that tone… “Thanks, Farm. Over and out.”
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Joe smokin' motherfucker, don't come around me with no vape
Got yo' bitch under the covers suckin' on me like a bae
It's the hero of the dark, but I don't ever wear a cape
Take a Bic, and then I spark until the blunt evaporates
There ain't no debatin' $uicide, two deep when I ride
Ruby gettin' high off of the pills that I supply
Just cruisin' by on flat tires in an '06 Chevy
Looking like I'm Bloody Mary, sippin' codeine and berry
I'm Donnie Darko when I spark up and I'm creepin' like Frank
Raisin' that choppa right at your face, and after that I go blank
'Cause $lickity off the hinges, with syringes, shootin' up my veins
Rather be left alone, I don't care to know your name, hoe
Pull up in a Lamborghini just so you can see me
Swerve into a telephone pole, my skeleton broke
Pirellis smoke and burn
Put my ashes in a blunt and light the front, your vision's blurred
You might just learn how Ruby da Cherry has seen the world
Watch me flex like I'm in the next life
Bitch, I was next in line for Heaven
But then I ingested a double cup full of that fucking insecticide
Insects inside my dead body, ironically, after Oddy was identified
Possibly gotta be specified, 'cause the weather was intensified
Draggin' the lake
They made a mistake because Yung Plague was recognized
The sun turned black
The sky replaced by the face with giant reddened eyes
Christ cannot compare, he cannot save by breakin' bread and wine
$uicideboy$ can relate to the revelations because we dead inside
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salvation part v: doomsday | outpost!michael x witch!reader
SUMMARY: The final confrontation between good and evil comes to its end. Will Michael survive?
WARNINGS: Angst. So. Much. Angst. Deaths, meddling with original timeline, a crying baby and a sneaky Xavier reference.
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
A/N: Strap yourselves in guys and dolls, the finale is here! I’ve adored this story since day one and your support has meant the absolute world to me, thank you to every single person who’s read, liked, reblogged and commented over the last few weeks. I may write an epilogue sometime but this is the end... for now.
part i | part ii | part iii | part iv
Michael stood frozen to the spot beside the birthing pool, staring intently at the space where his wife stood not seconds before.
His thoughts darted around frantically, trying to piece together what he had just witnessed. Desperately searching his memories for any hints over your years together, anything that could explain how you suddenly knew how to transmute.
She was a witch all along?
He shook his head aimlessly, dismissing his thoughts. He would’ve known, he must’ve known. He could sense every witch in the world, down to their last known location. You never once let on, in fact he never searched you for any suspicious activity because he had unquestionably trusted you ever since you first met. No spells could pass anywhere near him without his express knowledge, that’s just how his powers worked.
But you. You blocked everything. You placed a shield around you, an impenetrable curtain that kept out the Antichrist himself. There was only one explanation for you being able to subvert his powers.
You were more powerful than Michael Langdon. More powerful than the Alpha. More powerful than the Supreme.
More powerful than Satan.
———
Miriam mewled peacefully in your arms, wiping her closed eyes with her tiny balled fists. Michael would do the same thing each and every morning, particularly if his alarm summoning him to another mundane Cooperative meeting invaded his dreamscape.
You hardly had time to process her arrival, your guiding light in the darkness finally making an appearance after nine exhausting months. Your legs could barely carry you, your body aching in places you didn’t know existed, your head faint and fuzzy as you lost more blood in the last few minutes than you ever had before.
Your transmutation landed you in another unknown room in the endless corridors of Hawthorne, no indication of how far you’d travelled or even if you’d reappeared in a safe location. You hadn’t exactly had time to practice your spells over the years, there were more pressing matters at hand - the end of the world, for instance.
Spinning around in the room bathed in ominous yellow candlelight, you spotted a cluster of precarious tall pillar candles, a dark armoire in one corner and a plush velvet king-sized bed in another; crisp and tidy as if it hadn’t been slept in. Unleashing a sigh of relief at the seemingly peaceful atmosphere here, a metallic scent scorched the back of your throat. You made your way across the room to search what you assumed was the en-suite bathroom, but your stilettos slipped ungracefully on something wet beneath your feet. Clutching onto Miriam tightly, you regained balance and your gaze shot to your feet.
A gratuitous pool of fresh blood rippled beneath your heels. Perching Miriam on your knee, you crouched to dip a finger in the crimson liquid and your eyes rolled into your skull to initiate a vision.
A blonde woman in extravagant dress entered the chamber, ushering a masked, cloaked figure behind her. The woman dropped to her knees, grappling at the figure’s clothing. The figure removed their black mask to reveal a man’s weary features.
Brock.
“I know all about you, Coco,” he commanded. Tears pricked at your tear ducts as realisation hit - the scene you were reliving was the culmination of Brock’s arrival at the Outpost, what brought him to his death mere moments ago.
“Oh my god, Brock! How the fuck did you get in here? What happened to your face?” The woman scowled, examining his features.
“Radioactive fallout, cancer, cannibal attacks, infections that never heal,” he anxiously revealed.
“Oh honey, there wasn’t a minute in a day I didn’t think about you,” she pleaded with faux innocence. Coco protested weakly, tentatively grabbing his boil-ridden hand.
“I’m so happy,” she lied. “You’re back. You’re alive... you’re so angry.”
Without a blink, Brock sank his knife directly into her forehead, snarling as blood gushed from the wound almost instantly. Coco collapsed on the floor as the blood loss claimed her life, her eyes fixed open as crimson poured down her porcelain face.
“Happy Halloween, bitch,” Brock smirked.
Miriam’s disturbed cries bolted you back into the room, initiated by what sounded like raised voices in the corridors beyond the bedroom. You shushed the baby gently, a familiar, brash voice filling the silence left behind.
“Die again, fuck face!” Coco snapped from outside the bedroom door. Again?
You stepped quietly toward the door, pressing an ear to the wood.
“Normally that’d work,” Michael seethed at her, “but I’m nothing like normal.”
Anguished yelps, obscene squelching sounds of ripping wounds and the snapping of bones indicated Michael had indeed extinguished more threats to his survival.
This is it, you warned yourself. Time to step up. You paced to the bed and wrapped Miriam in its luxurious velour throws, planting a gentle kiss on your daughter’s forehead.
“Mommy will be right back for you baby, I promise. I have to go help daddy and you really won’t want to see this,” you cooed reassuringly, trying your hardest to communicate to a minutes-old baby that crying in this situation could threaten the safety of the world as you knew it.
Placing a tender kiss on her impossibly small forehead, you burst out of the bedroom and clicked the heavy door shut behind you. A muttered incantation and a waved hand assured you nobody could reach your baby in your absence.
———
You scanned the golden corridors pointing in every direction, desperately hoping for a sign to point you towards your husband.
Catching a glimpse of Michael’s black boots stalking around a corner ahead of you, you paced gently behind him and tucked yourself into a doorway.
“How did you think this would end?” Michael scoffed, standing his ground in a marble doorway. “Prophecy is inevitable.”
“I was always going to win, Miss Supreme.”
“Not on your own,” a female retorted. “You’ve been led by the hand, coddled the entire way. By your father, the warlocks. I look at you and I don’t see a man. I see a sad, scared little boy so pathetic he couldn’t even kill me with a thousand nuclear bombs.”
“But I never expected to,” Michael sighed. “Like a cockroach, I knew you’d survive the nuclear fallout. I wanted you to. And now I’m gonna have the satisfaction of watching you die, knowing you failed.”
“You still don’t get it, do you? Even now. You think there’s only winning and losing, success and failure. But failure is when you’ve lost any semblance of hope. You will get to watch me die, but you won’t find it satisfying.”
A knife Michael clutched tightly suddenly floated away from him towards the Supreme.
“Satan has one son, but my sisters are legion, motherfucker.”
“Yes, I suppose we are, Cordelia,” you chimed.
The clacking of your stilettos shattered the silence between them as you took your place beside your husband, his jaw dropping as you entwined your fingers with his.
“Remember me, Ms Goode? Fourteen years ago, you begged me to come to Robichaux’s with you, hone my powers, discover my gifts, harness my talents... follow your lead.”
You cocked your head sarcastically, stepping forward to shield Michael in case the caped blonde lashed out at him in a last-ditch attempt.
“You knew I had potential even then. Your powers started to fade as soon as you stepped towards my house, you felt your dominance slipping through your fingers as soon as you laid eyes on me. The only reason you haven’t dropped dead already is because I refused to conform; to follow your lead; to shape myself into a perfect Cordelia carbon copy.”
Cordelia searched your face for answers, unable to comprehend a word. She was convinced she had won the battle and the war, as if the end of the world was as straightforward as good against evil. She stared at the dagger in her hand: helpless, powerless, alone.
“Go ahead, try it,” you tempted her. “See if sacrificing yourself will help your golden girl rise up. Don’t be surprised if it doesn’t work though, we both know tempus infinituum requires a potential Supreme to even make a half-assed attempt at it.”
“It would be a shame if the rising Supreme were... oh, I don’t know. Me?”
You raised a flat palm towards Cordelia, waggled your fingers in a facetious wave and a force compelled the Supreme to raise the knife in her hand, pointing to her chest.
“Ple-please, please don’t do this,” she wailed desperately as she stared at her hand moving without her consent, molten tears scorching her cheeks as the tip of the blade edged nearer her heart.
“Your sisters showed no mercy to Brock, Ms Mead, my husband. I don’t do mercy, Cordelia. I am the next Supreme.”
The blade slowly tore its way through her chest, a blood-curdling scream pouring from her ruby lips as she stumbled backwards, her eyes widening as she lost her footing and fell backwards to her death.
The shattering thud of Cordelia’s body hitting the bottom of the spiral staircase behind her commanded a stark silence. You gasped sharply as a bolt of energy burst through your chest, the bronze lights above you flickering wildly as they witnessed a transition of powers.
Michael’s boots clacked their way towards you and his arms snaked around your waist, turning you to face him as he leaned his forehead against yours. As his bloody fingertips gripped your hips reassuringly, an overwhelming relief tinged with amazement washed over his blood-splattered, exhausted face.
“Bitchin’ kill, babe. I call next.”
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Heaven and Hell
“Excuse me?” Chase demands, breaking through the silence.
“You want Anna? Why?” Sam asks.
“Out of the way,” Uriel commands, taking a step forward.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her.”
“Don’t worry,” Uriel smiles cruelly. “I’ll kill her gently.”
“Like hell you will!” Chase says.
“You’re some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?” Dean asks.
“As a matter of fact, we are. And?” Cas says.
Chase frowns at him, brows creasing in disappointment. “What?” She whispers softly.
“And? Anna's an innocent girl,” Sam states.
“She is far from innocent,” Cas says.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing. Now give us the girl.”
“Uriel, you absolute motherfucker, I am so close to-”
“Chase, enough!” Castiel says. Chase doesn’t respond, just choosing to glare at him. Cas shifts uncomfortably and looks away.
“Give her to us,” Uriel repeats.
“Sorry. Get yourself another one. Try JDate,” Dean says.
“What’s JDate?” Harley asks.
“A Jewish dating site,” Dean responds.
“Huh,” Harley hums, before turning serious again.
“Who's gonna stop us? You three?” Uriel questions. “How about the halfbreed? Or this demon whore?”
Uriel throws Ruby against the wall, punctuating his statement. Dean, alongside Harley, goes to attack him as Cas approaches Sam and Chase.
“Cas, please,” Chase says. Cas places three fingers on Sam’s forehead, making him collapse to the floor.
Just as Cas is about to touch Chase’s forehead, her hair falling into her face, as she stands shaking her head, a bright white light fills the room.
The three conscious hunters and Ruby squint their eyes, before slowly opening them to see Uriel and Cas gone.
Chase helps Sam to his feet, and they all hear Dean in the backroom.
“Anna! Anna!” he shouts.
They all rush to the door of the backroom to see Anna, arms bloodied, with a drawn symbol on the mirror behind her. She looks at them with wide eyes, pale face displaying fear.
“Are they- are they gone?”
“Did you kill them?” Chase asks, fear evident in her voice.
“No, I sent them away. Far away.”
Chase sighs in relief.
“You want to tell us how?” Harley asks, intrigued. She sends a smirk to Chase, who shakes her head, mouthing, ‘Not now’.
Anna gestures to the symbol. “That just popped in my head. I don’t know how I did it. I just...did it.”
Harley snaps a picture of the symbol on her phone so they can memorise it later.
***
The four hunters stand away from Ruby and Anna discussing what to do next.
“So, what do we think?” Dean asks.
“I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second,” Sam says.
“Yeah, I agree. And what did they mean by ‘she's not innocent’?”
“What was that spell too? I mean that’s some serious shit,” Harley says.
“Something's going on with her. See what you can find out,” Dean says.
“What’re you gonna do?” Chase asks.
“Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but, sooner or later, they're gonna be back. We got to get ourselves safe now.”
“Bobby’s,” Harley and Chase chorus.
“And Ruby’s riding with us.” Harley says sternly.
***
Chase, Harley, Dean, and Anna sit in Bobby’s panic room with Ruby standing in the doorway.
“Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint.” Dean says.
“Which I find racist, by the way.” Ruby mentions.
“Write your congressman.”
“Pretty sure you mean speciesist.”
“Harley,” Chase starts. “You totally just made that up.”
“I didn’t! It is a word.”
“If you insist.”
“It is! Look it up.”
“Sure.”
“I give up.”
Ruby rolls her eyes, throwing them all hex bags.
“Hex bags?” Dean questions.
“Extra-crunchy. They'll hide us from angels, demons, all comers,” Ruby replies.
“Thanks, Ruby,” Dean says quietly before turning to Anna, “Don't lose that. So, Anna, what's playing on angel radio? Anything useful?”
“It's quiet. Dead silence,” Anna answers.
“That’s totally not worrying at all,” Harley says sarcastically.
“I don’t even know what the word worry means,” Chase adds.
“We're in trouble, huh? You guys are scared?” Anna asks.
“Psht, scared?” Chase comments.
“What’s scared?” Harley asks.
“Hey, guys!” They heard Sam yell from the other room.
“Just stay here, okay?” Dean says to Anna before addressing Ruby, “Keep an eye on her.”
***
“How’s the car?” Dean asks Sam.
“I got her. She’s fine. Where’s Bobby?”
“Uh, Dominican,” Chase answers. “He said if we break anything, we buy it.”
“He’s working a job?” Sam assumes.
“God, I sure hope so,” Dean says. “Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap.”
“And now that’s seared into my brain,” Harley sighs.
“All right. What did you find about Anna?” Chase asks.
Sam shrugs. “Nothing much. Her parents were, uh, Rich and Amy Milton -- a church deacon and a housewife.”
“Riveting,” Dean interrupts.
Chase silences him with a look.
“Yeah. But there is something here in the report. Turns out this latest psych episode wasn't her first.”
Chase tilts her head. “It’s not?”
“When she was 2 1/2, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy.”
“Who was?” Dean asks. “The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?”
“Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again,” Sam says. Both Harley and Chase have to stifle laughter. Sam continues, “Look, Anna didn't say. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Very mad -- like wanted-to-kill-her mad.”
“That’s a little heavy for a two year old,” Harley says.
“Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal.”
“Until now,” Harley adds.
“So what’s she hiding?” Dean asks.
“Why don’t you just ask me to my face?” Anna asks from behind the group. They all jump and turn to see Anna appearing from a doorway, Ruby watching from behind her in amusement.
“Aren’t you supposed to be watching her?” Chase asks.
“I am watching her.”
“Touche.”
“Anna’s right. Is there anything you want to tell us?” Sam asks Anna.
Anna shakes her head. “About what?”
“The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?”
“You tell me,” Anna demands. “You tell me why my life has been leveled,” she pauses, emotion bubbling up in her voice. She forces it down. “Why my parents are dead. I don’t know. I swear, I would give anything to know.”
“Okay, so let’s find out,” Chase says, a thoughtful, serious look on her face.
“How?” Dean and Harley chorus, glancing at Chase.
Chase smiles at them knowingly.
***
“We’re here,” Chase announces, entering the room. A familiar figure walks in after her. Chase goes to stand behind Sam and Dean, closest to Harley.
“Pamela!” Sam says in surprise.
“Sam?” Pamela asks, feigning confusion.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Sam?” Pamela asks once more, a hand out, moving forward tentatively. “Is that you?”
“I’m right here.”
Sam approaches Pamela and goes to give her a hug. “Oh,” she says. “You wanna know how I knew it was you?” Sam pulls back from the hug, slightly confused. Pamela grabs a handful of his ass, causing him to jump slightly. “That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing.”
“Of course I know it's you, grumpy. I know the other three Winchesters are behind you. Same way I know that's a demon, and that poor girl's Anna and that you've been eyeing my rack.”
“I’m not a Winchester,” Harley says.
“Yet,” coughs Chase from beside her. Harley seems to be the only one to hear, leading her to nudge Chase in the ribcage; hard.
Pamela shrugs. “You might as well be.”
“Uh, uh,” Sam stutters, looking up and away from Pamela’s chest, a pink tinge on his cheeks from embarrassment.
“Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most.”
“Got it,” Sam nods.
“Hey, Anna. How are you? I'm Pamela.”
Anna looks at the others, confused, before looking back at Pamela. “Hi.”
“Chase told me what's been going on. I'm excited to help,” Pamela says with a smile.
“Oh, that’s nice of you.”
“Not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I’m taking it.”
“Why?” Anna asks hesitantly.
“They stole something from me,” Pamela responds eerily. She takes off her sunglasses, revealing white eyes. Pamela smiles as though sensing Anna’s sudden shock of fear. “Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think? Now...how about you tell me what your deal is? Hmm? Don't you worry.”
Pamela begins to explain the process of what she’ll be doing to Anna to her and the group. “Nice and relaxed. Now, I'm going to count down from five to zero. When we're at zero, you'll be in a deep state of hypnosis. As I count down, just go deeper and deeper, okay? 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. Deep sleep. Deep sleep. Every muscle calm and relaxed. Can you hear me?”
“I can hear you,” Anna responds calmly. Her eyes are shut and she seems more at peace than she has since the Winchesters, plus Harley and Ruby, had found her.
“Now, Anna, tell me... How can you hear the angels? How did you work that spell?”
“I don't know. I just did.”
“Your father... What's his name?”
“Rich Milton.”
“All right. But I want you to look further back... When you were very young... Just a couple of years old.”
“I don't want to.”
“It'll be okay. Anna, just one look - that's all we need.”
“No.”
“What's your dad's name? Your real dad. Why is he angry at you?”
“No. No! No,” Anna screams, “No!”
“Calm down.”
Anna screams again, “He's gonna kill me!”
“Anna, you're safe.”
“No!” She screams. The lights burst and glass explodes everywhere.
“Calm down.”
Again she screamed, “He’s gonna kill me!”
“It's all right, Anna.”
“Anna?” Dean calls out, walking toward her.
“Dean, don’t.” Pamela says just before he gets thrown across the room. “Wake in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Anna... Anna? You all right?”
“Thank you, Pamela. That helps a lot. I remember now.” Anna’s entire demeanor has changed. While before, she seemed timid, confused, and shy, yet sweet as honey and fiery too, she now is stoic. Her face stays blank as she peers at Pamela, no emotion on her face or in her eyes. Her voice doesn’t waver.
“Remember what?” Chase asks.
“Who I am.”
Chase raises a brow. “Well, ain’t that vague.”
“And you are?” Harley prods.
“I’m an angel. Don't be afraid, I'm not like the others.” Anna says, trying to reassure the hunters, psychic, and demon. It must be extremely easy to sense that many people immediately going on guard, a couple of hands reaching for weapons just in case.
“I don't find that very reassuring,” Ruby discloses.
“Neither do I,” Pamela agrees.
“So...Castiel, Uriel - they're the ones that came for me?” Anna asks.
“You know them?” Sam inquires.
“We were kind of in the same foxhole,” Anna says mildly.
“So, what? They were like your bosses or something?” Chase asks.
“Try the other way around.”
“Look at you,” Dean says combatively.
“So now they want to kill you?” Harley asks, hoping for some clarification.
“Orders are orders. I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head,” Anna responds smoothly, as though the thought was equal to saying she was sure the sky was blue.
“Why?” Pamela asks, suspicious.
“I disobeyed... which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell.”
“Meaning?” Dean asks.
“She fell to earth, became human,” Chase says.
“Wait a minute. I don't understand. So, angels can just become human?” Sam asks.
“It kind of hurts. Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace.”
“Come again?” Dean asks.
“My grace. It's... energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was.”
“So, you just forgot that you were God's little Power Ranger?” Dean asks jokingly.
“The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah.”
“I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are,” Ruby chimes in.
Anna nods to her. “Ruby’s right. Heaven wants me dead.”
“And Hell just wants her. A flesh-and-blood angel that you can question, torture, that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you.”
“I know,” Anna responds. “That’s why I’m going to get it back.”
“Get what back?”
“My grace.”
“You can do that?” Dean asks.
“If I can find it.”
“So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?” Dean asks.
“Something like that,” Anna responds, meeting Dean’s eyes. She doesn’t seem amused by all his jokes and side comments.
“Where might it be?” Chase asks. “If we can get it back, that’s the best option we got.”
“Lost track. I was falling about 10,000 miles per hour at the time.”
“Wait, you mean falling literally,” Harley realizes. “Lovely.”
“Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?” Sam asks suddenly.
“Why do you ask?” Anna asks.
***
Harley, Chase, Sam and Ruby find themselves to be surrounded by old books and magazines. Dean just left to drop Pamela off at home, while Anna is doing who knows what. She’d claimed she wanted alone time, so they let her be.
Sam’s flipping through the pages of one, before he finally lands on one. “Here. In march '85, a meteorite vanished in the night sky over northwestern Ohio. It was sighted nine months before Anna was born, and she was born in that part of Ohio.”
Ruby looks Sam up and down, “You're pretty buff for a nerd.” Chase rolls her eyes at Ruby’s comment.
“Look, I think it was Anna and here, same time - another meteor over Kentucky.” Sam says ignoring Ruby.
“And that’s her grace?”
“Might be.”
“All right. That just narrows it down to an entire state.”
“At least it narrows it down,” Chase sighs.
Ruby rolls her eyes, “Sam...I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Sam asks.
“For bringing you this mess. If I had known, I would have kept my trap shut.”
“Yeah, well, we'll muddle through.”
“Not this time. You do not want to get between these two armies. It's Godzilla and Mothra. If one side doesn't get us, the other one will.”
“So, what do you want to do? Dump Anna and run? Forget it. Look, I know the angels freak you out.”
“Forget the angels. It's Alastair I'm scared of.”
“Then vamoose your caboose and let us handle it,” Harley points out, earning an eye roll to match her best friend’s.
“Alastair?” Sam questions.
“You met him in the church. Practically the grand inquisitor downstairs. Picasso with a razor,” Ruby answers.
“And?” Harley asks.
“And he should pull him out and throw him back in the pit... if he weren't so out of shape.”
“Ruby…” Sam says, it’s almost a plea.
“No, your abilities - you're getting flabby.”
“Yeah, so how do I tone up?”
“You know how. You know what you got to do.”
“No, I'm not doing that anymore.”
“Sam…”
“I said no.”
“Well, then you better pray that Anna gets her groove back, or we're all dead.”
***
Sam leads Dean and Anna to the table Harley and Chase occupy. Sam is pointing at a newspaper article from several years before.
“Union, Kentucky. Found some accounts of a local miracle.”
“Yeah?” Dean asks, interested.
“What kind of miracle?” Chase asks.
“I’m assuming the miracle kind,” Harley notes.
“Yeah. In '85, there was an empty field outside of town. Six months later, there was a full-grown oak. They say it looks a century old at least,” Sam says, animatedly explaining what he’d read.
“Anna, what do you think?” Dean asks, turning to the red haired girl.
“The grace. Where it hit, it could have done something like that, easy.”
“So grace ground zero -- it's not destruction. It's…” Dean trails off.
“Pure creation,” Anna confirms.
***
“So,” Chase breaks the silence as they drive along the dark road. “How long do you think before Ruby says something she isn’t supposed to?”
“I don’t even want to think about it,” Harley sighs.
“What would be worse though? Dean finding out you have a crush on him or me having a crush on Cas?” Chase blanks, freezing.
“Oh my God,” Harley says.
“No-no that isn’t what I meant and you know it! Shut up, shut up right now!”
“I can’t believe you just admitted it!”
“No, that isn’t what I meant. I meant it like, it would be bad if Dean thinks I have a crush on him and like “finds out” I do,” Chase tries to defend, putting air quotes around the words ‘finds out’. “Not that I actually have a crush on Cas, because I don’t. You know?”
“Sure you don’t.”
“I don’t!”
Harley simply hums as they continue behind the Impala, the darkness around them growing thicker as they head to Kentucky, a short twelve hour drive.
***
“It’s beautiful,” Dean and Chase chorus, staring at the wondrous oak tree, gigantic in size.
“It’s where the grace touched down. I can feel it,” Anna says.
Chase shivers, immediately knowing what Anna’s referring to. The power resonating from the area is dull, probably from how many years it lay dormant, but still there nonetheless. It felt surreal.
“You ready to do this?” Harley asks.
Anna smiles slightly, shaking her head. “Not really.”
They all approach the tree, looking around for a sign of what and where the grace might be.
“What are we looking for?” Sam says after a few moments.
Anna, placing a hand on the tree, frowns. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Why not?” Chase asks, mimicking Anna, as though she could tell what was going through her head.
Anna makes eye contact with them, slowly sweeping her gaze from one to the other, before landing on Chase, whose question still lays unanswered in the still air. “Because it’s no longer here.”
***
“We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room,” Dean says hurriedly.
“What, forever?” Ruby demands.
“I’m just thinking out loud here!”
“Oh, you call that thinking?”
“Ruby, can it!” Chase snaps.
“Oh, whatever you say, angel-lover.”
“At least I know to stay away from trash!”
“Chase, cool it,” Harley says, not bothering to hide the smile on her face.
“No! No, go on! Got anything else to say?” Ruby asks, approaching Chase. Sam grabs Ruby by the arm as Dean puts himself in front of Chase. Harley just watches in amusement.
“Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Stop it,” Sam says.
“Anna's grace is gone. You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side maybe, but not both. Not at once. And your favorite angel is fighting against us as much as everyone else is, so get over it.”
“Um, guys?” Anna interrupts softly. “The angels are talking again.”
“What are they saying?” Sam asks.
“It's weird... Like a recording... a loop. It says, "Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or..."
“Or what?” Dean demands.
Anna looks up, discomfort plainly displaying itself. “Or we hurl him back into damnation.”
“Who is it?” Chase asks suddenly.
“What?” Anna asks, tilting her head.
“Who is it? Saying that. Who the hell is threatening my family?”
Anna stays silent for a moment. “Chase,” she begins.
“Tell me.”
“It’s Castiel’s voice.”
Chase takes a step back, betrayal, then anger crossing over her features. “I am going to kill that feathery, flighty, stupid, son of a bitch.” Her voice is slow and controlled - Murderous. Harley puts a comforting hand on Chase’s shoulder, but Chase shrugs her off. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. We knew they would stoop low to get Anna back.”
Sam’s eyes light up. “Chase, you’re brilliant!”
“I am. What’s your point?”
“Anna.. Do you know of any weapon that works on an angel? To what? To kill them?”
Anna sighs. “Nothing we could get to. Not right now.”
“Okay, wait, wait. I say we call Bobby. We get him back from hedonism.”
“Dean, what's he gonna tell us that we don't already know?” Sam asks.
“I don’t know,” Dean cries out. “But we’ve got to think of something!”
***
“Don't talk like that,” Dean says softly. Chase slows her footsteps. She’d been following Anna out to ask if she was okay, but “accidentally” overheard part of their conversation. She on purpose stays to hear the rest.
“I disobeyed. Lucifer disobeyed. It's our murder one, and I knew it. Maybe I got to pay.”
“Yeah, well, we've all done things we got to pay for.”
“I got to tell you something. You're not gonna like it,” Anna says.
A pause ensues. Chase curses herself for being short, because now she is awkwardly hiding behind a car, and now can’t see what is happening. “Okay,” Dean says slowly. “What?”
“About a week ago, I heard the angels talking... About you... What you did in Hell. Dean, I know. It wasn't your fault. You should forgive yourself.”
Chase frowns. ‘Excuse me?’
“Anna, I don't w-want to, uh... I don't want to... I can't talk about that.” Dean’s voice is flighty, causing Chase to frown deeper.
“I know. But when you can, you have people that want to help. You are not alone. That's all I'm trying to say.”
Another pause, longer than the previous one interrupts their conversation. “What was that for?” Dean finally asks.
‘Did Anna just kiss Dean?!’
“You know. Our last night on earth. All of that.”
“You’re stealing my best line,” Dean says jokingly. “But…”
“But?”
A short pause. Again, Chase curses her inconvenient hiding spot.
“Ah,” Anna continues. “I see.”
‘See what?’ Chase asks herself. ‘I can’t see anything!’
“Yeah,” Dean says awkwardly. “But not how you think.”
“You can’t keep running from everything, Dean.”
“I can sure as Hell try,” Dean says. He’s obviously intending for it to come across as a joke, but Chase can hear the underlying seriousness.
“She’s lucky.”
‘She?’
Dean laughs. “Not likely.”
“Give yourself more credit than that. I’m sure you’re not as alone in your intentions as you believe.”
‘Intentions? Like what? Who the hell are they talking about?’
“She could never feel the same.”
‘OH MY GOD,’ Chase thinks to herself, trying to keep from squealing. A hand is clapped over her mouth tightly, as she frantically puts the pieces together. ‘They’re talking about Harley!!! I fucking knew it!’
“Don’t be so sure,” Anna says knowingly.
“We should get inside,” Dean says. “It’s a bit cold out here.”
Chase balks, before rushing up towards the house again.
“Did you hear something?” Anna asks.
Dean’s voice fades to nothing as Chase closes the door. “Probably just an animal.”
Chase grins widely to herself, before rushing off to relay the events to Harley.
***
“I don't know, man. Where's Ruby?” Sam asks. Chase and Harley shrug.
“Hey, she's your Hell buddy,” Dean says, taking a long drink from his flask.
“Little early for that, isn't it?” Anna asks him. Dean gives her a lopsided smile.
“It’s 2 a.m. somewhere.”
“You okay?” Anna asks, eyebrows furrowing together.
“Yeah, of course.”
The doors rattle, distracting everyone, before they burst open. Castiel and Uriel enter. Chase subconsciously steps in front of Dean, glaring harshly at Castiel.
“Hello, Anna. It's good to see you,” Castiel says, inclining his head towards her.
“Bullshit,” Chase says, “Why are you here?”
Castiel glances at Chase with confusion in his eyes, before ignoring her, which just seems to rub salt into an unknown wound.
“How? How did you find us?” Cas and Uriel glance at Dean. Sam and everyone else looks to him in shock. “Dean?”
“I'm sorry,” Dean says to Anna.
“Why?” Harley asks.
“Because they gave him a choice. They either kill me... or kill all of you. I know how their minds work.”
Anna gives Dean a tight hug, pecking him on the cheek. “You did the best you could. I forgive you. Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready.”
Harley stiffens at Anna’s actions, but Chase just sends her a knowing smile, which confuses her enough to distract her.
“I’m sorry,” Castiel says.
“No, you’re really not,” Anna replies. “You don’t know the feeling.”
“Still, we have a history. It’s just-”
“I get it. Orders are orders.” Anna sighs. “I know. Just make it quick.”
Suddenly, the barn gets colder. Alastair, Ruby, and another demon appear in the barn. Ruby is covered in blood, causing everyone to look at her in shock, some looking at her with concern.
“How dare you come in this room... you pussing sore?” Uriel asks, spitting the words to Alastair.
“That is literally the first fucking thing that you’ve said that I don’t find absolutely vile. Good job. Progress,” Chase says.
“Shut up, you repulsive-”
“Aaand, you’re back to square one,” Chase tsks.
“Turn around and walk away now,” Castiel says to Alastair and his demon cronies.
“Think I’ll take my chances,” Alastair replies.
The angels and demons begin fighting, Castiel trying to exorcise Alastair. Harley wondered why he wasn’t trying to smite him.
“Sorry, kiddo. Why don't you go run to daddy?” Alastair taunts as one of his cronies collapses because Uriel exorcises him. “Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferna, me confirma!”
Dean hits Alastair on the back of the head with a crowbar.
Alastair turns to Dean, “Dean, Dean, Dean... I am so disappointed. You had such promise.” He goes to attack the four hunters.
While Uriel was dealing with the other cronie Anna steals his necklace and smashes it on the ground. A glowing white light escapes and flows into Anna’s mouth.
“Shut your eyes. Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!” Anna yells. The Winchesters and Co. do as she says, opening them after a flash of light dissipates. Alastair was gone leaving the knife. Anna poofed away, finally having gotten her grace back.
“Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared,” Dean taunts.
“This isn't over,” Uriel says almost threateningly.
“Oh, is it? Because you don’t seem to have any more moves to make,” Harley points out.
“Silence halfbreed.”
“Don’t call her that, you dick!” defends Dean.
“And why not? It’s what the abomination is.”
“She’s not an abomination. She’s my best friend.”
“It’s fine, Dean. I don’t give a shit about his opinion anyway,” Harley says, “It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it.”
Castiel and Uriel poof off to God knows where.
“But you are,” Dean says softly.
Chase and Sam seeing a potential moment make themselves scarce and head to the other side of the barn.
“I am what?” Harley asks, confusion evident in her voice.
“Worth it,” Dean says, “I know you don’t think you are, but-”
“Excuse you? I’m amazingly fabulous.”
“Don’t give me that crap. I know you. Maybe not as well as Chase, but I know you.”
“I’m not giving you crap.”
“Harley for someone who wanted to act, you're a terrible liar. I know all your bravado is bullshit. We all do.”
“So what?”
“So I want you to know you’re worth it.”
“I’m not though Dean. I’m just another monster.”
Dean begins walking toward her stopping when they’re inches away. He pulls her into a hug, and she gladly accepts.
“You’re not a monster.” Dean softly says into her ear.
“How do you know that?”
“Because I...you try to do the right thing, even if you don’t know what it is.”
“Can we just stay here for a while?”
“We can do anything you want sweetheart,” Dean says with a suggestive undertone.
Harley laughs it off thinking it’s just Dean being his flirty self. They just stand there in each other’s arms for what feels like forever and no time at all.
***
“What took you so long to get here?” Deans asks Ruby upon entering the room where she had been talking with Sam and Chase. She rolls her eyes at him.
“Sorry I'm late with the demon delivery. I was only being tortured,” she replies sarcastically.
“I got to hand it to you, Sammy. Bringing them all together all at once -- angels and demons. It was a damn good plan.”
“Yeah, well, when you got Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, best to get out of their way and let them fight.”
“Now you’re just bragging,” Chase says.
“What’s wrong with bragging?” Harley asks jokingly. “You do it all the time.”
Chase shrugs. “I’m not bragging. At that point, I’m simply stating facts.”
“That is bragging. You are literally bragging right now,” Sam laughs.
Chase waves him off. “I’m just glad Anna’s okay.”
“So, I guess she's some big-time angel now, huh? She must be happy... Wherever she is,” Sam says.
“I doubt it,” Dean adds.
They all frown at his words, letting them sink in.
***
Chase all but squeals as she starts the car. Harley shoots her an odd look, but Chase just smiles widely at her. “Oh my God, I have so much to tell you!”
“Okay? What do you have to tell me?” Harley asks, paranoid.
“Dean likes you!”
“Not this again. Every time we’re in the car.”
“Oh, hush!” Chase frowns. “That’s only cause I can’t say this in front of other people. I mean I can. I just thought you’d appreciate me being a bit more discreet about it. Anyhoo, I overheard Anna and Dean talking about it.”
“Did he actually say he likes me?”
“Well, no, but-”
“So you have no proof. That what you’re telling me?”
“Wellll.” Chase sighs. “Okay, so here’s what happened. I was hiding because I overheard Anna and Dean talking and they were talking about Dean’s time in Hell. All very vague, and I’m not sure what it was about. Then Anna kisses Dean-”
“So?” Harley asks curtly.
Chase rolls her eyes. “‘So?’” she says mockingly. “Soooo. Dean is all ‘what was that for’ and Anna is all ‘last night on earth’ and Dean’s all ‘you’re stealing my best line but-’ and then Anna is like ‘But?’ and there’s this pause. I’m pretty sure Dean looked over at where we were, because Anna just goes ‘oh, I see’ and then is like ‘she’s lucky’ after telling him he can’t run from everything.”
“Did you actually see where he was looking?”
“Well, no, but- Don’t interrupt me, I’m not finished!” Chase huffs. “Anyway, as I was saying. Dean says he can certainly try and then Anna tells him that his intentions are not one sided, meaning there are intentions there and that she has noticed it being reciprocated, which mean she had to have been talking about you and Dean, and you like Dean, which means he likes you! Get it?”
“So you’re crazy. I don’t even know if I like him yet. I mean I think I might, but I’m not really sure. Besides I thought Dean was all in love with Cassie?”
“That was a fling and was years ago. Why would you think of her of all people?”
“I don’t know maybe because that’s the longest relationship Dean’s ever had?”
“Okay, fair, but like, again. Years ago. And this is something Anna has evidence of and she has no clue who Cassie is so,” Chase says in a ‘duh’ tone of voice.
“She could’ve just picked up on him liking someone and was trying to be nice.”
“Anna. Right. She was just trying to be nice. That makes complete sense,” Chase says in a heavily sarcastic tone. “You’re just being stubborn!”
“I’m always stubborn, besides she was trying to get in his pants right before that.”
“See, that’s true! Which means she simply didn’t know that Dean reciprocated feelings, but she did say she previously saw evidence of them being reciprocated. Ruby hates him, and I’m his sister so that’s an obvious “ew”, so you’re the only one left, and let’s not fool anyone here. Our argument earlier did not go unnoticed by our surrounding companions. She totally knows you got the hots for my brother.”
“I do not have the hots for him! I said I might like him that’s all. Anyway I’m not the kind of person that gets to fall in love.”
“That’s bullshit,” Chase deadpans, suddenly deadly serious. “You’re an amazing, wonderful, kind, loving, hilarious, beautiful person and I’ll be damned before I see you never get a happy ending simply because you believe it when certain dickheads tell you you don’t deserve one. Even if that dickhead is yourself.”
“Okay, that’s very sweet, but I just don’t want to risk falling in love and outliving that person by some vampire superpower.”
“Ummmm. Okay, I don’t have anything to combat that other than, we’re all gonna die one day. I can fall in love with a very humany human person and they could die the next day easily. Just because it will eventually end, you ending up immortal or not, doesn’t mean it isn’t worth the time you do have. Don’t let your fear of losing Dean- or anyone, don’t look at me like that- keep you from pursuing something that’ll make you happy now. All I’m saying.”
***
Jack and Baby are parked side by side along the mostly deserted highway, a lookoff point behind them, showcasing scenery that would leave most breathless. However, the four hunters and friends who sit on the hoods of their respective cars don’t look much at scenery. Two hold beers, the boys of the group, while the girls hold water bottles, making faces at Sam and Dean to tease them. Chase and Harley clink their water bottles, mocking Sam and Dean, who’d clinked their beer bottles.
“I can’t believe we made it out of there,” Chase sighs.
“Again,” Sam adds.
Dean and Harley laugh slightly, but note the seriousness of the situation.
“I know you guys heard him,” Dean says.
The other three cast cautious glances at each other before looking to Dean. “Heard who?” Sam asks, feigning ignorance in case Dean would rather shove the topic back under the rug.
“Alastair. What he said about me. About how I have promise.”
“We heard him,” Chase confirms.
“You’re not curious?” Dean asks in surprise.
“Dean, all of us are damn curious, but we’re not gonna pry.”
“You said you didn’t want to talk about Hell,” Harley gently reminds. “So why would we ask? It’d only make you upset.”
“It wasn’t four months, you know,” Dean says.
“What?” Sam asks.
“I think I know how long my brother was gone,” Chase notes.
Dean meets her eyes briefly, before looking away. “I mean, yeah, it was four months up here but. I don’t know. Down there time is different.”
“How long was it?” Harley asks cautiously.
“More like forty years.”
Chase makes a noise of hurt in her throat, and Sam lets out a small, “My God.”, but silence falls on all of them as they gaze at Dean in shock, mingled with horror. Tears shine in Dean’s eyes, further causing the three to be pained- Dean doesn’t often open himself up to vulnerability, so this is obviously difficult, traumatic, and painful for him.
Dean’s voice cracks as he tries to explain to them just a fraction of what he’d gone through. “They, uh... They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you... Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly... I would be whole again... like magic... just so they could start in all over. And Alastair... at the end of every day... every one... he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack... if I put souls on... if I started the torturing.
“And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy.” Dean meets Sam’s eyes, before glancing over at the two girls. “Guys, I just couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls.” A tear escapes, falling down Dean’s face. “The -- the things that I did to them.”
“Dean, you held out for thirty years,” Sam points out.
“That’s longer than most anyone!” Harley adds.
Chase gets up and puts a tentative, but supportive, arm around her brother, who leans in slightly to accept the comfort. “It’s okay, Dean. You did good. You held out longer than I would have, than anyone I know probably could have. You’re gonna be okay.”
“How I feel... This... inside me... I wish I couldn't feel anything. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.” Dean finally breaks down further, more tears escaping as he begins to cry. Harley and Chase’s eyes meet over his shoulder as Chase fully hugs him. Tears are shining in both girls’ eyes.
The four hunters stay there in silence as Dean lets out a portion of his pain to let them carry. Chase, Harley, and Sam can’t help the feeling of helplessness they feel. They couldn’t truly help Dean or ever begin to understand what he went through. They could only hold him, let him speak if he wishes to speak, be silent when he wishes to be silent, and constantly remind him they were there.
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If jaune has grimm in him it will activate due to a strong desire to destroy/kill
dustypotion . tumblr . com/post/190591003007/also-not-to-continue-to-clown-but-penny-with-the#notes
also, not to continue to clown but
penny, with the maiden powers, didn’t react to the silver eyes. that means cinder’s weakness in volume 3 was absolutely to do with the METHOD of receiving the powers; the grimm beetle bonded with her and caused her to become part grimm before she got even got the grimm arm.
also, this further proves that people don’t respond to the brightness of the silver eyes, since no one but cinder did, which begs the question -
why is jaune arc the only other human to have ever reacted to the silver eye power?
and why did he shield his eyes in the exact same way cinder did this volume?
hawkeyedflame . tumblr . com/post/152581160728/on-rubys-elusive-character-development-or-why
“ jaune is a foil To Ruby. She’s a prodigy who quickly became a deadly warrior at a young age and is welcomed into Beacon two years early as a result while Jaune is a hard worker who progresses slowly and had to lie his way into Beacon because of his nonexistent combat background. Ruby is a strategist specialized on pre-defined team attacks and wields a self-made weapon capable of long range combat. Jaune is a tactician specialized in creating new team attacks according to his analysis on the battlefield and wields a family heirloom only capable of close range combat. Ruby has a rather broken family but they fully support her decision to become a huntress while Jaune’s family is large and united but they don’t support his choices nor have any faith on him. Ruby is a tomboy who dominates the battlefield but doesn’t enjoy dancing whereas Jaune tends to act girly and is initially terrible at fighting but also a great dancer. The more you look into them as a pair, the more contrasts that can be spotted in the details.”
jaune has a more “feminine way of dealing with emotions” while ruby has the more masculine way of dealing with emotions
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“Joan of Arc is known for breaking gender stereotypes about what it meant to be a woman. And if you think about it in a lot of ways Jaune doesn’t fit into the stereotypical “man box.” We are don’t “men don’t cry.” He wears his emotions on his sleeve. While in the real world men (and in the world of RWBY BOTH men and women ARGUABLY) are told to be strong. And that many people superficially equate physical strength with heroism (Raven?) it is fitting that Jaune’s semblance doesn’t so much doesn’t so much empower himself, as it empowers others. (as well as himself but its more effective on others in the team since they are more skilled than him) The so called “Feminine” strength.” P.S. Hmm as a follow-up to my The Importance Of Foils Part 2 post. I think that Ruby, despite being a girl, fits into the “man box” better than anyone else including it’s UNHEALTHY WAYS OF DEALING WITH EMOTIONS. The only difference is on remnant, it’s not because a man doesn’t cry. But because “a hero doesn’t cry.”
ruby first activated her silver eyes leading to her to learn about them when she saw pyrrha jaunes partner impaled by cinder and burnt to ash failing to save pyrrha her awakening being in reaction to her death while jaune activated his semblance and realized what it was when he saw rubys partner weiss impaled by cinder and was able to save her life awakening his semblance to do so allowing him to learn what his semblance was ( which is a good example this is an example of them being foils and how its been shown and effected their storys )
it would fit for jaune to have powers related to the god of darkness given that ruby has powers related to the god of light (silver eyes)
Silver-Eyed Warriors have powers that are fueled by strong desires to preserve life.
According to Maria, the key to using the power of one's silver eyes is to focus on the relationship the wielder has with their loved ones and protecting them. This is consistent with the reactive uses of Ruby's eyes in the past
so it would fit for jaunes god of darkness powers to be fueled by a desire to take life if the key is to focus on the people he hates and wants to destroy
and while rubys powers relate to her eyes having her emit energy from her eyes ( which fits with how the god of light in his dragon form had silver eyes )
jaunes power to relate to his body like either his body transforming to a state like salems or abit more like having grimm bone plating except for jaune it will be like armor a grimm knight
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(possibly gaining the ability to take the magic from those he kills which would allow him to get his hands on the maidens powers ( jaunes inspiration joan of arc
magic was the god of darknessś gift to the world and god of darkness made the grimm so it fits that cinder uses her grimm arm to take the maidens power into her so if jaune ends up having some grimm in him he will be able to steal the maidens power and gain magic for himself ( imagine if jaune ends up taking the fall maidens powers away from her and gaining it for himself making it reminds me of what cinder once said its not about overpowering your enemies its about taking away what power they have imagine cinders reaction )
jaune arcs inspiration is joan of arc archive . joan-of-arc . org/joanofarc_letter_july_17_1429 . html
joan of arc was canonized by the church as the holy maiden
and joan of arc often referred to herself as la Pucelle, which roughly translates as the Maiden
en . wikipedia . org/wiki/Name_of_Joan_of_Arc
and the four people with magic that the show talked about this season is called the four maidens and joan of arc was a woman took a role that many at the time believed could only be filled by a man as a military leader ( joan of arc broke the ¨rules ¨ (the social norm) in a sense , and jaune arc would be breaking the only women can be maidens rules
darkness consuming light ( this reminds me of an old suggestion about jaune devouring the auras/souls of people he kills and getting a power boost from that and there is a theory that grimm grow not just due to age but due to killing people and eating them that either eating humans causes them to grow or that when they eat the body they also eat the soul to grow )
dustypotion . tumblr . com/post/190253061317/so-yknow-how-grimm-eat-only-humans-and-fanus
First of all, I completely forgot that Grimm actually DO eat people, since we’ve never really seen a Grimm do it in the show. I re-watched the WOR about them and noted that scientists don’t really know why Grimm feed, and their hypothesis is that they simply choose to. That’s backed only by the fact Grimm can last long amounts of time without eating things, which shows they don’t need it to survive, and the actual insides of Grimm can’t really be studied since they evaporate, sometimes instantly if hit with enough force.
We assume Grimm like Alpha Beowolves, Ursa Majors, Giant Nevermores and Megoliaths simply grow without sustenance for a long time, simply gaining mass and more spikes as time goes on. But maybe, just maybe, feeding on the corpses of those left after village attacks might also be what helps them become giant Grimm. Megoliaths, since they’re known to avoid settlements, might bide their time by going through already destroyed villages and picking through the rubble for food there.
NOW, we have to discuss, since I’m assuming this is based on Jaune being a descendent of Salem and hypothetically having that “essence of destruction” per the theory, whether Jaune has enough hidden “Grimm physiology” in order for this to work. This also raises some questions about Salem; is she aware she could commit cannibalism to gain strength? Does she simply not, because either her magic is enough or she’s not that deranged? Has she done it? I’m gonna guess she hasn’t done it, since her being a motherfucking cannibal takes away lots of sympathy points already (but I guess if she wanted to commit genocide, which was totally a thing, this is by all accounts not as bad). Does she ever get urges to eat people, since the Grimm do it regularly for “enjoyment”?
Jaune, unlike Salem, looks entirely human. But if we’re to believe him flinching at the Silver Eyes and his rather destructive outbursts are a symptom of having some sort of Grimm physiology, that means that there is a case that if Jaune were to accidentally consume blood involuntarily, most likely through getting covered in blood and not reacting fast enough, he could gain a power boost. But how would that manifest? How would that power him up? It couldn’t possibly be through his aura or semblance. Physical strength, maybe? Possibly even adopting a more Grimm look? Him getting an even worse, or uncontrollable temper?
A lot to think about. Thanks for launching me into an essay on this because, although there’s a good chance RWBY won’t do this, it is intensely fucked up but people have also experimented with souls, experimented with Grimm, we’ve watched people die on screen and honestly, Brunswick was a thing, so maybe it’s not too fucked up for the show itself.
Also, something I’m gonna quickly add onto this; blood, particularly in the music of the show, is mentioned quite a lot despite the fact that RWBY isn’t all that gory.
“Bloody evolution” (This Will Be The Day + All Things Must Die)
“And the skies rain blood” (I May Fall)
“It’s your blood that’s red like roses” (Red Like Roses pt.2)
“Those children you mislead, you’ll watch them all bleed” (Divide)
“Maybe it’s red like roses, maybe it’s the pool of blood” (When It Falls)
“The blood’s going to stain, but it won’t be mine” (I’m The One)
“Primal, bloodshed, that’s all that’s left to do” (From Shadows)
“This is where I lay waste, and you go home bleeding” (Ignite)
“Blood for blood, it’s time to die” (One Thing)
“A mystery of blood and bone” (Lusus Naturae - this one’s interesting, because out of all people who aren’t Salem, Dr. Merlot has studied grimm more successfully more than any other; the fact he mentions blood when Grimm don’t have any might be telling)
So, it would make sense that maybe Grimm consuming people - and hence their blood - might be important.
(I cant help but imagine grimmified jaune with the grimmbone plating shaped like actual full body armor a grimm knight )
( the next part is something I am not serious about but just thought I would say it
so if thats true what if when jaune ( who is of humanity 2.0 mostly ) kills someone he does in fact absorb the soul to gain a power boost having an ability that salem doesnt have and may be because his semblance has his own aura make contact with anothers)
( also I cant help but think of how jaune and cinder are foils and cinder tried to take ravens magic away what if jaune ends up taking the spring maidens power away raven
plus jaunes inspiration is joan of arc who hated bandits and raven destroyed xion village which jaune used to go to with his family alot so he would have had friends there
and I have noticed that team jnprs first team fight was against a deathstalker grim and they shot its pincer off and ruby cut tyrian ( scorpion faunus tail) and team rwbys first team fight was a nevermore ( raven ) grimm where ruby cut off its head so what if raven gets her head cut off by jaune absorbing her magic/soul
( joan of arc had a hatred for bandits and ravens tribed destroyed a village where jaune used to visit with his family so he likely had friends there and ren would hate bandits because they attack villages causing the grimm to come and his own village got destroyed by grimm
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Trickster’s Gambit
{CHAPTER ONE}
AO3
Coming to Nicodranous may have been the best decision she’d ever made. Second best, perhaps. Spending the last of her money on this meat pie filled with bits of bacon was currently making a very convincing argument to be number one.
Beau leaned back against the metal railing as she ate, pausing to suck some of the sauce off her thumb before it could roll down her arm, shivering slightly when a cold breeze wafted off the sea behind her and sent a chill up her bare arms. She looked back at the ocean as a wave crashed against the stone behind her and just watched the moon ripple in the reflection on the crystal blue water. She’d never seen the ocean until this morning and now she wasn’t sure she could ever go a day without being able to look at it. She spent a moment, as she finished the first bit of warm, cooked food that she’d had in almost three days, daydreaming about a little house on the oceanfront, waking up to do her morning exercises on the warm sand, a beautiful woman standing with her feet in the water and a silk nightgown whipping around her from the breeze and looking at Beau with so much love that-
Something smacked Beau hard in the chest. Normally she was more alert than this, more agile, more careful, but she had been distracted by the warm food in her stomach, the calming hum of the waves beating up against the stone wall, and the thoughts about what exactly she wanted that fantasy lady to do to fantasy Beau later tonight to see it coming. She nearly fell backwards over the railing but grabbed the metal tightly to keep herself on her feet. She looked down at her chest where she’d been hit and found an unripe tomato, wet and mushy and running down the front of her Cobalt robes.
She looked around quickly and only saw three other people in her vicinity. A young couple (a half orc and a half elf walking arm in arm, too wrapped up in one another to see what was going on with her a few away) and an older human woman with arms full of grocery bags who looked just as shocked as Beau felt. The older woman turned away from Beau and looked down a nearby alleyway. “How rude, young man!” she shouted at someone Beau couldn’t see.
Beau took off down the alley, pausing at the end just in time to see a green cloak disappear around the right corner. “Hey!”
Beau dashed down the alleyway, confident that she could catch him. She was the fastest initiate in training, it was basically impossible to escape her on foot. She flew around the corner and screeched to a stop.
The tomato thrower was standing right around the corner, waiting for her, and she stumbled and nearly fell or crashed into him but managed to catch herself in time.
He was tall, taller than the average human, maybe an elf then. She couldn’t make out any features except for a few stands of red hair that fell out from his hood but his entire face was in shadow. The light from the street lamps glinted against his teeth as he grinned and reached out, wearing a purple cloth glove that covered his arm up to his elbow. In her shock and confusion Beau could only stand there, still as the dead, when he ‘boop’ed her on the nose.
Sneering, she reached up to smack his hand away but all she met was thin air. She hadn’t even blinked but he was gone, faded into the ether or swept away in the night air. “What the fuck?!” she exclaimed.
Beau blinked and looked around quickly. She’d come out the other end of the alley on a dim lit cobbled street, shadowed slightly from the tall, five story building at the end of the road that blocked out the moon from view. It was empty except for some quiet murmuring from inside the houses that lined the sides and the clatter of plates as the families inside sat down around their tables for dinner.
Beau refused to let down her guard, keeping her shoulders tense and her eyes flitting around for danger as she stepped quietly down the route. She looked down the alleyways but there was no sign of the prankster who had attacked her.
She jumped at the sudden sound of laughter and followed the sound up to a window on the top floor of the tall building she’d found herself in front of. She thought at first that the laughter had been directed at her but then quickly realized that it was unrelated to what had just happened. She looked up at the open window and could see flickering fire light from inside. Just before she was about to look away and continue her search for the man in the green cloak, a shape passed in front of the window and she felt her heart stop. A young woman, probably slightly younger than she was, came to stand at the glass and looked out at the sea over the roofs across the street. She didn’t seem to notice Beau in the dark street below and Beau didn’t mean to stare but she was suddenly certain that she’d just caught sight of the most beautiful woman in the world.
She was a blue skinned tiefling with cropped blue hair that was pinned up in curls and dark horns that curled around her pointed ears. She was in a peach nightgown with lace and frills and there seemed to be dried paint dotted up her muscular arms. She was smiling and Beau could tell that she was speaking to someone else in the room but her words were just a low hum that she couldn’t make out.
Beau hadn’t meant to stare and suddenly felt creepy. She was about to turn and leave, give up on finding the man in the green cloak and focus instead on finding a safe place to sleep, but the blue girl moved away from the window and was quickly replaced by a man in a green cloak.
Beau’s eyes widened and the man looked down at her and waved briefly before pulling the window closed. “That motherfucker!” she hissed. She looked around quickly for an entrance to the building and saw some light around the corner, which she followed, still grumbling quietly to herself.
She street that she stepped out to was busier than than the other areas she’d been in the city. A dozen people of varying races and ages were strolling down the street, pausing to glance inside the open door of the building at her side but ultimately continuing on their way. A cart rumbled by and the diver, a middle aged gnome woman, nodded at her in a tired, half-hearted greeting. She couldn’t see the ocean from this street but she could hear the screeching of birds and the slow roll of the tide so she couldn’t have wandered too far from it.
There was light and music drifting out of the open doorway and as she moved closer she saw a tall minotaur standing beside it, a bouncer probably. As she walked forward, she suddenly heard a sultry voice start to drift out of the door, flowing like honey over the cobbles and into the street. A young man that had been walking by froze and looked inside the door, transfixed on the sound, until another man bumped into him from behind and shoved him forward.
“Don’t stop in the road, child,” the other man said in a deep, rumbling voice. “Have you never heard the Ruby sing before?” He huffed. “Tourists.”
Beau frowned. The Ruby? Who was the Ruby? She started towards the front door, and couldn’t even get a glance inside before the Minatuar’s large, furry hand clamped down on her shoulder.
He breathed heavily out through his nose. “2 silver cover,” he said gruffly.
Beau only had a single copper, not even two of them to rub together. “Yeah, I’m not here for the show, man,” she said, picking up his hand by a single finger and removing it from her person.
He looked her up and down and frowned. “I highly doubt that you are here to stay the night.”
“Rude,” she said, but she didn’t argue with his assessment. “There’s a man here that I’m looking for.” She gestured to the tomato that was swiftly drying on her clothes. “I was down the street and he threw this at me and I followed him here. He’s inside, I saw him in one of the upstairs windows.I just want to talk to him, promise.” She did not want to just talk to him but she doubted that ‘I just want to beat his ass to a bloody pulp’ would manage to get her in the door. “I’ll be in and out in five minutes.”
The minotaur seemed to believe her but didn’t relax. “What did he look like?”
“Tall guy, green cloak, that’s all I saw.”
“No one like that here,” he grunted. “Get lost.”
Beau sneered. “Hey! I know he’s here, I fucking saw him in that fucking window!” she pointed to the side of the building.
“There’s only one entrance and no one in a green cloak has passed me.” He grabbed her by her shirt and tossed her back. She nearly crashed down onto the street but caught herself and managed to remain on her feet.
“Hey!”
“Go away before I call the Zolezzo.”
Beau growled under her breath but looked around to find everyone in the street staring right at her, including a man in crownsguard armor who had a hand on his sword. Beau rolled her eyes and shoved her hands into her pockets. “Fine! For fuck’s sake, someone assaults me and I get hassled by guards? Typical.” The minotaur took a step towards her and she shrugged and turned to walk away. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” She started back the way she’d come, around the side of the building to the dark, empty street. She looked up at the window where she’d seen the man in the green cloak and the room was dark.
Beau sighed and turned away, sneering down at her dirty shirt and wondering if she’d be able to wash it off in the ocean tonight without getting hassled.
When she slept that night, laying down in the sand with her back against the stone wall and her rucksack held tightly in her arms, the woman in her dream, standing in a nightgown with her feet in the water, had blue skin and dark horns.
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