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darkthingshappen · 9 months

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🧣☺️ for ben!

A Soft Blankie and Words of Reassurance.

Ben was home. He wasn’t in his cage, he wasn’t in Volkov’s bed with it’s horrible chains and restraint systems. He wasn’t at the hospital. He was home. In his own bed.

When he opened his eyes, if he were here and not trapped in some horrid flashback, he could see the spring light from his mother’s garden dancing its reflection on his ceiling. He could smell his family. It sounded odd to think about it like that, but it was true. His house had a smell. Not a bed smell, just a homey, comforting smell. It was candles and cooking and soap and aftershave and and essential oils and blankets and laundry detergent. A smell unique to their specific combination of habits.

Ben slowly let his eyes wander from the ceiling. It was safe to look at the ceiling. He looked at his walls - band posters and cheesy science posters that he’d put on the wall in high school and never took down. Lower still… His desk, Zoe’s ring still hopefully tucked away and hidden in one of the lower drawers. And Jake. Ben stopped. Jake was curled up in that stupid papasan chair that Ben, with his long lanky limbs, always felt like he was going to fall out of.

Ben quirked his head to the side. While it was rare for him to be left alone, it wasn’t usually Jake that was there. Jake didn’t live with them. Jake had been in custody. There was a lot that was still blurry and unexplained to Ben since he’d come home, but he remembered that.

A black reflection on Jake’s ankle caught his eye and he had to do a double take to make sure it wasn’t a black leather cuff. He felt a flash of the phantom cuff around his own ankles and wrists and was suddenly on the verge of being back there once again.

Ben squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on what was real. The smell of the house again, the feel of the blankets, the garden sunlight reflecting on his ceiling. As his breathing calmed again, he opened his eyes. Jake was awake now. He sat very still and looked at Ben cautiously.

Ben glanced at Jake’s ankle again. There was a black band there, but it was an ankle monitor, not a black leather cuff.

“Hey, Benny.”

Ben still hadn’t fully mastered talking again. He could talk, but conversation was hard, so he just nodded.

Jake slowly rose from the precarious papasan chair and crept over to the far edge of Ben’s bed.

“Sorry if I scared you. Just, they let me out last night and… and I needed to see you.”

Ben’s eyebrows knit together in a silent question. Why?

Jake reached out to touch his hair and then pulled his hand back. They all knew what happened if they did that. Ben was grateful he remembered.

“I… I just needed to know you were okay. That you were okay and really home.”

Ben didn’t know what to say. What was he supposed to say?

Jake reached down and snatched something off the floor.

“Also, I brought this.” He held out a soft pastel blue knitted blanket.

The edges were raggedy where there should have been a satin ribbon. Ben had chewed it off as a toddler. It was his baby blanket that his mother had knitted for him while she’d been pregnant with him. Somewhere Jake had a matching green one.

“It was… it was in storage and I… Well, I thought it might help so I went and dug it out of the garage for you.” Jake tucked it against Ben and the familiar sight and texture was instantly reassuring.

“Th-thanks,” Ben managed to croak out. He felt stupid pulling it against his chest and rubbing the delicate yarn against his face, but it was so familiar and soft and he couldn’t help but love his brother all the more for thinking of it. Jake looked down at the floor, his face red with shame and guilt.

“I… I’m so sorry, Benny. I… I should have come and seen you more in the hospital. They would have let me, you know. Agent Vaughn offered. But I… anyway I’m sorry. I’m… I’m…”

Ben reached out and touched the back of Jake’s hand.

Jake moved his fingers and brushed the scars that curled around Ben’s wrists where the leather cuff had been for fourteen long, hellish months.

“I can’t ever make this right.”

Ben could see that sadness on Jake’s face. His brother had aged, much like himself, over the last year and change. Ben saw Jake’s eyes flick to Ben’s neck and he knew he was looking at the similar scars that rested there, made all the worse by countless electrical burns from the shock collar. And the fucking slave tattoo. Ben's face reddened slightly with his own shame.

“I should go. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry. I’ll just…”

Ben’s grip on Jake’s wrist tightened and he shook his head at him.

“S-st-stay?” Ben asked.

“Why?” Jake whispered.

Ben tugged the blanket closer to himself. There were so many words that he would have to say one day. Good, bad, angry, loving. He was too tired for all that. They would have to be said, shouted, whispered, or cried at a later time.

“Family. Y-you’re my b-brother.” It was all he could really muster.

Ben saw the tears well up in Jake’s eyes. His hands flew to his face and he sobbed into them.

Ben let his own tears flow.

An hour later, when Ben’s mom poked her head in to check on him, she found both her boys sound asleep on Ben’s bed, his baby blanket tucked over both of them.

Tags: @i-can-even-burn-salad @peachy-panic @deluxewhump @arwenadreamer @whumpcereal @melancholy-in-the-morning @dont-touch-my-soup @whumpsday @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @oddsconvert @melennui @susiequaz12 @morning-star-whump @crystalquartzwhump @whump-and-other-things @mylifeisonthebookshelf @reflected-pain @hold-him-down @quietshae @quietly-by-myself @there-will-always-be-bloodblood @whumping-seven-days-a-week @hiding-in-the-shadows @mj-or-say10 (I hope I’m not forgetting anyone - please let me know if I am and I’ll fix it. I’m still getting used to this)

#brother's keeper #brother's keeper asks #ben adkins #benjamin adkins oc #ben and jake #jake adkins #Jacob Adkins oc #aftermath of captivity #aftermath of torture #ask game #siblings #my boys are a bit broken #but they love eachother #whump #whump community #whump writer #whump writing #recovery

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roblingoblin285 · 1 year

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i love when ppl ask writers questions about their ocs and they're like "uhh i think so?" as if they didn't invent them. like they're just mild acquaintances we have

#someone asked me something about rob the other day and i responded with “am i my brother's keeper?”#ocs #writing memes

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synonymroll648 · 8 months

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after fitz cools off a little bit about sophie and keefe being a thing, he should drop tidbits about keefe (mostly during trust exercises) that he thinks she might find helpful since they're dating.

the thing is, instead of just stuff like, 'keefe loves frogs, so he might appreciate a gift or trip related to them, idk' he also drops things like 'btw if you just hold his hand in your hands - specifically towards the back of his head, just behind his ears - while you're talking to him, he'll probably melt haha. also his scalp is sensitive, do with that what you will, but make sure you're gentle'.

bonus points if sophie asks keefe about why every single tidbit fitz gives is correct and he goes tomato red for the first time ever and sputters out something like 'i gave fitz the lord of the snuggles title based on personal experience - he's clingy when he's tired, ok?'

#take the rest where you will but. i just thought it was funny. dating coach fitz but he's only useful when it's keefe #sokeefe #sophie foster #keefe sencen #keefitz #fitz vacker #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fic idea #could also be sokeefitz. if you want. (i want.)#also bringing biana into this might be hilarious. team valiant meeting disperses and sophie's like 'hey...why does your brother know so muc #about keefe's preferences in physical affection?'#and she's like. 'oh yeah keefe always pretended fitz was forcing him into being a hugger and stuff but he was just as bad as fitz #like if anyone else sat closer to fitz at aurenflares than him he'd get huffy because it meant fitz would fall asleep on someone else and #he'd get SUPER jealous. don't ask keefe about it though he'll never admit to any of it'#or something like that

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idoodlestuffsometimes · 2 years

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Brother's Keeper Owl House AU Master Post

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SUPPLEMENTAL DRAWINGS

1st sketch

wheelchair struggles sketch

beard Caleb

bald Caleb

Caleb and Belos drawing

Caleb and Belos time lapse

Caleb and Gus sketch

be nice to your uncle

bad end drawing

rough time sketches

fake assault

meme

pottery sketches

BEHIND THE SCENES

furniture exploration sketches

wheelchair exploration sketch

costume design sketch

costume design sketch 2

grimwalkers

Caleb's room

Clawthorne shop

ART AND TEXT POSTS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER (only works on PC)

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#Brother's Keeper au #doodletext #doodle art #making an effort to collect everything in one place so new arrivals can see things in order more easily #if you also want to read replies to asks they're all under the 'doodlereply' and 'Brother's Keeper au' tags #note: if you return to this post occasionally you might notice me sometimes shuffling things around #i'm trying to put things in an order i think most benefits the story and sometimes things there may change

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toh-tagteam-au · 1 year

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Considering that you only need one bone to make a Grimwalker, there's really nothing stopping Belos from making a Grimwalker of a living person....

I MEAN, YES. YOU ARE CORRECT. BUT GODDAMN?

#ask #mind goes to Brother's Keeper AU #i promise that's not gonna happen in this au #bad things happen but we aren't out to hurt you here

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unplanned-parenthood · 11 months

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its fucked up because house probably was not the only person who told him it wasn't his fault and that he didn't do anything wrong...i would bet everything his parents said smthing along the same lines and wilson hates it. he wants someone to blame him. he wants someone to tell him he's an asshole. what even is the point of vindication if he has to live knowing his brother left and never came back because he didn't pick up the phone. that maybe if he hadn't ditched him that night everything would be different but he has no way to know and even if danny forgives him it doesn't matter because he will take that guilt to the grave

#while reading the cain and abel book the author kept showing different translations and interpretations of the 'am i my brothers keeper?'#line and i couldn't stop reading it as cain asking it over and over and over hoping someone will answer with what he wants to hear #still thinking abt danny wilson. sorry everyone #mine #james wilson #danny wilson

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sparrowsage · 5 months

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Give Sparrow a happy memory. Or a happy occurrence. Like something goes right, he’s free and has a good day. Maybe cuddled up by the fire just quiet and content. Or he has a social success after being freed. I want to see him smile.

Thank you so much for this! I had a ton of fun writing this and it made my heart warm seeing my boy be vulnerable and not rejecting the help he needs. This piece is so sweet and I can't get enough of it! Thank you so much as well for the use of your characters Ben and Zoe from your Bother's Keeper series @darkthingshappen! I can't wait to see more of Sparrow and Ben (whether they're having good moments or traumatic ones hehe).

TW: implied and briefly mentioned past torture and abuse, past injuries that are still healing, mentioned past captivity (if I missed any, let me know!)

Repaying the Favor (A Warehouse Drabble)

The doctors told him it would do him good if he got up and walked around every few hours. To build up his strength and stamina again, they had said. Despite it being a bit of a struggle at first, Ben told himself that it would help in the long run.

Walking the halls of the hospital floor he was on was his safest option. It also felt like his safest option. Plenty of doctors to help if something happened, as well as still being close to his brother. Ben wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if something happened to Jake and he wasn’t there for him.

The Adkins brother was barely ten minutes into his walk before he passed by an open hospital room. The sounds coming from the room had him on edge and before he continued on so he wouldn’t end up panicking, he realized it sounded familiar.

Hesitantly, he approached the open door, kicking it gently as a form of knocking to alert the person inside so he wouldn’t hurt his hands. The figure’s head shot up from his spot on his bed, anger and fear plastered on his face before he recognized Ben, his expression softening slightly.

“You alright, Sparrow?” Ben asked, leaning gently on the door frame to catch his breath.

Sparrow shook his head slightly as he averted his gaze from the other, trying to get his expression to level out. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. What are you doing out of your room? I thought you couldn’t walk around much.”

“The doctor’s told me that it’ll do me good to walk around every few hours. B-Build up my strength again.” He paused, looking Sparrow over. His hair was messy and disheveled, heavy bags under his eyes, his arms had red hand prints in spots where the other probably squeezed them as tight as he could, the blankets on his bed all shoved to one end, and several different items littered across the room as if he had thrown them. “Y-You sure you’re alright?”

Sparrow nodded in agreement to the explanation before letting out a soft grumble. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Ben didn’t believe it, not with what he saw. When he saw Sparrow the other day, he looked just as tired, but he seemed to be holding up well enough. He had come to visit Jake in his room and the two talked for a bit. His brother still wasn’t awake, but the doctors had told him that things were improving and that he should be awake within the next few days.

As he continued to look around Sparrow’s room, an idea blossomed in his head. When he had first run into Sparrow here, he had learned that Sparrow couldn’t read on his own. Upon having more conversations, Ben had learned that Sparrow enjoyed listening to books, especially fantasy. Sparrow had explained that Dr. Sharpe had introduced the genre to him with the help of audio books and that they helped take his mind off of everything. Why Sparrow wasn’t listening to a book right now, Ben didn’t know, but he thought it might help him since it didn’t look like Sparrow was going to seek out help on his own.

“I have to go grab s-something,” Ben told him, but Sparrow gave little to no reaction to the statement, merely pulling his legs up to his chest before placing his forehead on his knees.

He turned and started back to his room again, and while it took a bit to get back, Ben found exactly what he was looking for when he entered his room on the side table by his bed. A day or two ago, Dr. Sharpe and Ben had been talking about trying to find healthy distractions while he healed from everything he had been through and Ben had mentioned how much he had missed reading. The conversation switched to how much he wanted to read, but with his injured hands, it was extremely difficult to hold books, so Dr. Sharpe had come up with a temporary solution while his hands were still healing.

A couple hours after their session, Alex went and visited Ben’s room and gave him an iPad with a case that had a shoulder strap on it filled to the brim with books from the different genres Ben liked to read. He had been overjoyed when Alex gave it to him and he had already read through several of the books on there.

Zoe was on one of the chairs in his room when he came back and she looked up from her phone, a bit surprised to see him back so soon.

“You doing alright?” she asked, setting her phone down on her lap.

“Yeah,” Ben responded, still a bit out of breath. “I just wanted to grab the iPad. I passed by Sparrow’s room and it looked like he wasn’t doing so well, so I thought I’d read to him for a bit.”

Zoe’s expression softened more and Ben mirrored it. He could never get enough of her smile, it always warmed his heart to no end.

“That’s very sweet of you, Ben. Are you sure you’ll have the energy?” she asked.

He nodded, carefully slinging the strap over his shoulder, resting his forearm along the side of the case to ensure the strap wouldn’t fall off his shoulder. “I think so, and I believe he needs it. His room is down near the end of the hallway before the nurses station if you need it.”

Zoe tilted her head to the side a bit, letting out a small content hum, “Alright. Your mother said she’d be by later to bring us something to eat that’s better than hospital food. If you’re not back when she comes by, I’ll come grab you.”

“Sounds good,” Ben said, giving her a soft smile before making his way back out into the hallway.

It took him a little longer to make it back to Sparrow’s room, pausing every few minutes to catch his breath, but once he reached his door, he knocked gently again with his foot. Ben heard a soft groan from inside and he took that as his invitation to enter the room, letting out a breath as he leaned against the door frame.

Sparrow hadn’t changed positions from when Ben had first left, lifting his head from his knees at the sound before giving Ben a bit of a sour expression as he looked the Adkins brother over.

“I brought something that might lift your spirits,” Ben said softly, trying his best not to take the bitter look to heart.

“There isn’t much you can really do to help,” Sparrow mumbled, laying his head back on his knees.

Ben let out a small hum before making his way over to Sparrow’s hospital bed, pausing before he sat down. “May I sit?” he asked.

The other lifted his hand and gestured beside him, Ben smiling slightly before taking a seat. It took him a moment to scoot himself backwards so his back was against the wall, but once he was settled, Ben gently swung the iPad onto his lap.

Sparrow paid him no attention, letting out a few mumbled words here and there while Ben unlocked the iPad and scrolled through the books, trying to find the right one.

It pained Ben a bit to see Sparrow like this. He had come to learn things about the other over the past week or so that he never thought he’d learn and it had brought new light to how he saw Sparrow. Despite how awful his own captivity had been, Ben couldn’t help but feel bad for Sparrow’s go of things. He couldn’t even imagine what it would have been like to grow up in such an awful system and still come out of it twenty-one years later with the same fighting spirit he had when he first got there. If it had been him, Ben would have been a hollow shell with nothing left of him after a few years.

Ben’s face lit up when he found the book he was looking for, opening it before glancing towards the other. His head was still buried in his knees, but his hands were starting to go white with how tight they were gripping the sides of his arms.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit,” Ben began, trying to keep his voice level and light.

At the start of the book, Sparrow lifted his head in confusion, looking over to Ben. Seeing the iPad on his lap while Ben read clued Sparrow in that he was reading. To him. At first, Sparrow’s immediate reaction was to tell him to stop and leave so he could be by himself, but that didn’t last long. The more Ben spoke, the more Sparrow became interested in the story.

A very light blush flooded his cheeks as he listened to Ben read, part of him embarrassed that the other was reading to him. Sparrow hadn’t even thought of finding his iPod to listen to any of his books. It truly showed how tired and on edge he was.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ben could see Sparrow perk up, how he scooted closer and stretched out his legs, peering over his shoulder to look at the screen. It made Ben smile, spurring him on even more to continue.

Sparrow didn’t know how to outwardly explain why he enjoyed fantasy books so much. It had been one of the first books Alex had read to him before the doctor had given him the iPod, and it all just sounded so interesting. They made him feel safe in a way as he lived the life of the main character. It was something different and it took him out of the real world and into a much different one. It was magical.

At one point as Ben continued to read, the different voices he was attempting as each character spoke started to make Sparrow feel drowsy due to the lack of noise in his head. His entire focus was on Ben’s voice and the words seamlessly flowing out of his mouth, allowing both his mind and body to finally start to relax.

Ben had read these books countless times as he grew up but each time he returned to the series, it was like he was reading them for the first time. His attention was so focused on the book that he nearly startled when Sparrow leaned against his side as he looked over his shoulder. It made Ben smile once the initial startle wore off, continuing on without pause.

It only took a few more minutes before Ben felt Sparrow’s head gently fall on his shoulder, the older man letting out a heavy, relaxed sigh as he continued to listen to the book. The slight pressure against his side brought back awful memories for Ben, but they were short lived as he thought about it rationally. Sparrow wasn’t going to hurt him and after a bit, the feeling felt rather calming. It was gentle and the only movement came from Sparrow’s breathing, which Ben could tell was slowing down to a relaxed rate.

At the end of the second chapter, Ben paused, slowly trying to turn his head to look at Sparrow, and with what he could manage without hitting Sparrow’s head with his chin, he saw that the other was asleep, light breaths leaving his nose every other second.

Ben couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight, recalling a memory from several months ago when Sparrow had offered him the same kind of comfort back at the Warehouse. He had stayed awake and promised to look after him and Jake while they slept until Damon and Volkov returned the next morning, allowing Ben to rest against him in the exact same way that Sparrow was now. He was honored that he could repay the favor after so much time.

After another moment, Ben flagged the second chapter in the book before he continued reading out loud, hoping to provide some ambient noise for Sparrow while he slept so he didn’t have any nightmares. Ben got so wrapped up in the book, he didn’t even realize how much time had passed until Zoe gently knocked on the door.

His head shot up at the noise, Ben trying his best not to jostle his body much as to not wake Sparrow.

“Hey, your mom is here with the food,” she said, walking into the room a bit. Ben raised his right hand, doing his best to bring a finger near his lips.

“Shh, try not to be too loud. He fell asleep a while ago and I don’t want to wake him. He looked like he needed the rest.”

Zoe gave Ben a heartwarmed smile at the sight and it made his heart swell seeing it.

“I’ll go tell your mom you’ll be a bit then. You’re still doing okay though?” she asked, her voice now in a whisper.

Ben nodded softly, looking over to Sparrow, who was still asleep on his shoulder. “Thank you, Zoe.”

Zoe gave him a smile in return before she waved goodbye and left, leaving Ben and Sparrow alone so Ben could continue reading. After a few seconds, Ben picked up where he left off and he could have sworn that the moment he started again, he saw Sparrow smile a bit out of the corner of his eye.

Taglist: @mannerofwhump, @honey-is-mesi, @painful-pooch, @whumperfully, @hiding-in-the-shadows, @flowersarefreetherapy, @goronska, @blueyellow8green, @oddsconvert, @darkthingshappen, @whumpcereal (If you wanna be on the taglist, let me know!)

#The Warehouse #Brothers Keeper #Sparrow Cresky #Ben Adkins #answered ask #ask answered #implied and briefly mentioned past torture and abuse #past injuries that are still healing #mentioned past captivity

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frizzle-mcshizzle · 4 months

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ahh i'm glad you're doing well!! i hope your surgery goes well & college isn't beating you up too bad

also TELL ME ABOUT THE AU??? PRETTY PLEASE??

im more excited for the surgery than anything i miss reading books, and my college is like light load, i only do one course at a time. currently im doing math. which i LOVE. not being sarcastic btw i literally had this course switched out with another one because i wanted to to do it so bad.

*deep inhale* SO THE AU. its a crack au thats been rationalized to the sun and back (i literally have a timeline that lines up with the books in cannon) (up to unlocked because thats as far as I've read) (along with more than one doc of backstories)

ok so if you think about it would make hell of a lot of sense if Sophie had a twin. the forkles are twins and they did a lot of research on twins, automatic cognate, back up in case one moonlark dies, backup in case one is evil, more points of view, more weapons to manipulate. etc.

so in my au Sophie has a twin she didn't know existed, there was large debate over weather to put one of the girls in the neutral territories because it seemed cruel to do that to a baby especially and because it would be more difficult to keep an eye on her with the way the neutral territories. the Forkles where very set on putting one in the neutral territories but they where out voted on the matter because the rest of the collective didn't feel it was right to put a newborn out there.

the fork men where going to have one put in the neutral territories weather the rest of the collective was ok with it or not, because that was their moonlark. while they where putting all the important black swan information in the newborns mind, one took the stronger twin and left with her leaving for the neutral territories while the other waited for Livvy to come back so he could wait for her to panic over one of the babies going missing and wipe her mind turning the emotion into fear over one of the babies dying.

the twin is placed with a group in the neutral territories that acted as a family unit and was a mix of Elves Goblins, and Gnomes, with a few pyrokentics mixed in one of them became the twins mom and named her Josie (Josie's family set up is so fun actually) (several of them have super fun aka angsty backstories)

The black swan had a planting for the actually not dead twin and decide not to ever tell Sophie about her because what good would telling her that she has a dead sister she never got to meet and who was supposed to be by her side through all of the shit she goes though.

@crymeariveronceagain i changed the exact deatils of the backstory again

#i have art for it #by other people not just me #the twin (Joise) is actually my pfp #also she has slightly different abilities than sophie #and fintan is their bio dad #and brontes brother #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #twin sophie! au #if you ask more specific questions I can answer them individually

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pa-pa-plasma · 1 year

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I think I asked before, but I know fotpod is your crow/corvid Danny fic, but what’s the full name? Thanks. ❤️

honestly I'm so used to calling it FOtPoD I sometimes forget that's not an actual word & that. a lot of people probably have no idea what I'm talking about xD

it stands for Flying Over the Pit of Death & Danny's actually a black-billed magpie in it, though he does have crow friends (pics for birb reference)

one sec I wrote a whole thing on my DP side blog, daddyplasmius. okay it's here> [LINK] if you wanted to read my rambling about this project (& my FOtPoD memes)

#currently still writing this thing. started on Control Freaks. also brainstorming for Memory Blank & My Brother's Keeper #you'd think it'd be easy to make an AU as simple as ''no one knows bird au'' but it really isnt. Danny is bird. how he use thermos??#don't ask me cuz i've been winging it the whole time lol #pun intended #idk when FOtPoD is getting finished but I'll probs start posting before that happens anyways just cause #my writing has been postponed though due to. uh. finding a kitten in the woods in September. & family issues as well #getting back on track but like. this fic is gonna be Large. multi multi multi chapter. 60 of em. this is gonna be Shadow of a Doubt big #I have lots of big scenes done i just need to connect them & also write the scenes i have planned but havent written #also writing a meme murder mystery fic i was paid the equivalent of 1 (one) cornchip for (as I requested) so am also working on that too #also (& this one is the most important) i need to play (& for once in my life finish) spore. right now.

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catfoodsminmo · 10 months

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good morning (for me at least) and happy WW! would dean and sam ever go on an official date? and if yes, how would it play out? if no, how would they commit to each other in smaller ways?

GLORIOUS DAY AND HAPPY WW TO YOU!!

in my mind, i don't think the two of them ever really see each other as being "dating" or "in a relationship" so i really don't think they'd like plan something and call it a date but i do think that there's been a few cases that they rolled into a town with a drive in movie theater and after the case ends, before they blow outta town, they catch a movie together and sam pulls dean in to rest his head on his shoulder while they have popcorn and a couple beers they snuck in under the seats and just enjoy each other's comfort. dean falls asleep before the movie's over and sam lets him go through the credits

in terms of smaller commitment, i really do see the samulet as some sort of day collar. he belongs to sam and there's the proof of it. after they lost it (i'm still so mad i can't even fully acknowledge it), i think dean getting them matching leather bracelets that lock and swapping the keys would be a very cute way to apologize and restore that relationship point of belonging to someone

#wincest wednesday #otp: my brothers keeper #TY SO MUCH FOR THE ASK

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darkthingshappen · 9 months

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Aaawwweee! I want to give Ben all of them! 🥺❤️

Ok gotta make a choice🤔

Let‘s give him: 🥰+🍳

Post Nightmare Cuddles and Breakfast in Bed

Ben awoke with a start. He was gasping for air and covered in a cold sweat. He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. He pressed his head to his knees and tried to calm his breathing.

“Benny? You okay?" Zoe said, rolling over next to him in bed.

She rested her hand on his bare shoulder and he flinched. She pulled her hand away and sat up to be next to him. She gently rubbed his back, her fingers absently tracing the lines of scar tissue that criss crossed his body.

She didn’t say anything. She simply waited with him. Waited for him to come back to her.

“It was just a dream,” He finally whispered. “I’m okay. I’m… I’m okay.”

Ben was still panting. It felt so real. He could feel the cuffs on him, the collar, the hands… Ben scrabbled his fingers down his face.

“I just need a minute. I’ll… I’ll be back. Go back to bed.”

Ben tossed the covers back and got up and walked to the window. He threw the curtains back and stared out at the moonlit night. The air in the room chilled his damp skin. He flexed his fingers, his palms giving a slight throb at the stretch around the scar tissue.

Being able to see the wide open sky always helped when he felt like this.

A moment later Zoe’s familiar hands were on his shoulder, her soft, warm body pressed up against his back.

“It’s okay, Benny. You haven’t had a nightmare in a while. Deep breaths, my love. It’s okay.”

Her hands moved slowly, caressing from the back of his shoulders, around his strong arms, over his chest and then flattened out over his abdomen. She rested her head on his back and they swayed slightly in the moonlight.

He laid his hands over hers. She was right, it had been a while. The demons that haunted him at night were long gone, but every now and then, they reared their ugly heads and tried to claw him back again.

He turned in her arms. “I love you. You’re so good to me.”

She rested her head against the solid plain of his marred chest. Again her fingers traced the scars on his body, the ghosts of old tattoos that were long since removed. She’d memorized every mark and kissed the hurt away from each and every one of them.

He rested his cheek on the top of her head and together they stood in the quiet and the dark.

“I love you, Benny. You’re so good to me as well.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed into her hair.

Zoe listened to his heart rate slowly calm down. There had been many a night she’d helped him battle his demons. But they grew less frequent as time passed.

Finally she looked up at him. “Come back to bed?”

Ben exhaled and nodded. Zoe sat and pulled him to her, pulling the blankets up to cover them both. He pillowed his head on her breasts and she stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head.

“Rest, my beautiful darling. I’ll keep watch for a bit.”

Now it was Ben’s turn to listen to a heartbeat. He let the slow steady rhythm of it lull him back into a peaceful sleep.

*!*!*!*!*

Morning arrived with the sound of birdsong and the smell of coffee. He breathed a contented sigh as he thought over the night before. The nightmares sucked, but at least he wasn’t alone.

Zoe came into the room and handed him a steaming cup of coffee. He could smell the hazelnut. She settled in next to him and they both drank in quiet solitude. He read morning headlines on his phone while she scrolled through social media. It was all so mundane. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Was he whole? No. Part of him never would be. Was he happy? Completely. There were things that he’d wished he’d never experienced, but they were all part of who he was and how he came to be in this moment right now.

He pulled Zoe towards him and kissed her temple. She smiled at him, placed her hand on his cheek and pulled his face toward her. Their lips touched and Ben wondered if he’d make it out of bed today. If he didn’t it would be okay.

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