#he's my little lamb and i wanna Smooch Him

[bbeds-side-blog]

Why am I unironically drawn to staticapple goddammit. Inspired by this post and this post

Aka: in which Vox sees an opportunity to rub elbows with royalty, which is bound to be useful, right? And ends up with a crush. 800 words of pinning!Vox.

He had been supporting this hotel nonsense for months until, at last, his effort started to bring benefits.

At long last, Charlie had called her father for additional support.

Vox had expected many things from finally meeting with the devil himself.

“Charlie sent me a photo, so I brought you this! Thanks for helping out my little girl.”

Receiving a light blue rubber duck with little antennas that glowed neon-blue in the dark had not been part of it. Watching dumbfounded as all the other residents received rubber duck mini-versions of themselves was just as nonsensical.

But! Vox was a businessman first and foremost, and receiving a gift meant he could give one back without it being suspicious. A camera, a drone, a small TV— Vox scrolled internally through the list of options that popped up like annoying advertisements in his mind, until he settled on the perfect option that was less obvious for spying, and had the added benefit of being cute.

“This is an Emo AI Voxtek robot!” Vox presented proudly. “Say hi, little thing.”

“Hi!” the square looked up at the King of Hell — which was a feat on itself because damn was the fallen angel so fucking short — blue eyes blinking adorably as it moved its small head up and down. Without arms, it was the closest thing to a wave the thing could do.

“Aww, hi!” Lucifer cooed, grabbing the little thing. “Who’s a wittle guy? So wittle!”

The King was talking with the same baby voice he had used to greet the little red lambs. The fallen angel seemed all too happy to put the tiny thing over his head, now hidden by the white tophat, and Vox’s grin extended in victory as his cute little spy was taken back to the Royal Palace.

He would have intel nobody else had, HAHA fuck you Alastor!

(x)

He didn’t get shit.

Or well, not anything that could qualify as intel. Nothing that would give Vox any advantage. Lucifer had placed the charging station at his work desk, granting Vox a first row view of bare arms and an unbuttoned shirt as the short King made… cute little rubber ducks, one after the other.

He could be doing something else, literally anything else would be more valuable than investing time watching Lucifer making ducks, but there was something that drew him in like a sailor doomed by the siren’s call. Vox stared at the way the glove-less hands moved as they worked, the way a whisper of golden magic would be embedded into the things as the final step of the crafting process.

Fuck, why was Vox so transfixed on this crap?

“What do you do?” Lucifer grinned at the thing, eyes sparkling with life. The man laughed giddily when the duck grew sharp teeth and made biting gestures at his fingers.

“Ohhh, someone likes to bite!” Against all logic, Lucifer brought the duck with sharp teeth close to his cheek. “Bite kisses? Wanna give daddy kisses?”

Yes I do, Vox answered in his mind, one hand covering his mouth in silent horror at the revelation, the other hand playing with the little duck that glowed in the dark, thumb carefully pulling at the little antennas, because he was horribly, horribly transfixed with this joke of a show. Stupid, stupidly adorable man, what the fuck, why was the devil himself so damn cute—

The tiny robot made a little grunt of complaint, shaking in his place at the desk and thus, shaking the camera as well.

“Aww what’s up Wittle? Wanna kiss too?”

Yes, fuck yes, fuck why.

Vox lamented and complained in his head a thousand times as the little AI robot was picked up and smooched, and Lucifer laughed in his stupidly adorable way as “Wittle” — the name the King bestowed upon the little AI robot — wiggled and gave a pleased thrill in his hands.

“You’re adorable. I didn’t know human technology could be this cute.” Fuck him sideways Lucifer was rubbing his face against Wittle’s camera, fuck Vox wanted to kiss him, fuck everything, damn it!

“Maybe I should give it a try. The TVs don’t seem that interesting to me, but maybe there’s other stuff? I should ask Vox next time.”

Vox could give him a tour at Voxtek, showing off the things he thought the King may like, he could put the stuff at the upper shelves so Lucifer couldn’t reach and then Vox would have an excuse to lean close to him, extending an arm to help him bring down the— fuck. Ohh fuck.

Vox brought the stupid blue rubber duck to his face and groaned, utterly mortified.

He also offered the tour the next time the King visited the hotel, damn it.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #staticapple #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x vox

[im-notbean]

Headcannons of; Quackity x Greek! Male! Reader

On god bro. I just really want somebody who speaks Greek on the QSMP. So in orderto cure this fantasy of mine I have now created this, sorry if you dont like the fact that Y/N is greek but I had to do it. Sooner or later okay-

⚠︎ Warning ⚠︎

Swearing

Some cultural things you might not understand

Might not be accurate to the cannon QSMP

This post has both Q!Quackity and CC!Quackity

Grammar mistakes

Characters might be a bit off to you

Mentions of Homophobia

Author kinda pools info about greek food-

If anything bothers you from above please, don't read!

CC!Quackity

・Your accent>>>>>>

・I'm sorry but he just loves it, especially when you pronounce certain words.

・Like saying yogurt and bread shit like that you know?

・If you say Alex in greek he gets scared- (Άλεξ [Álex] might not be accurate lol)

・Praise. Him. In. Greek.

・He get's so mad if you don't, goes full on Mexican on your ass-

・Quackity definitely respects your boundaries, so he'd ok with you not wanting to be public about your guy's relationship

・Especially with Twitter and shit (I refuse to call Twitter "X")

・Makes the funniest jokes and yall know those corny ass pick up lines

・Like "I wish you were my Xbox, cause I wanna play you all~~ night ♡"

・He definitely does those daily

・He can't cook for shit, so you have banned him from the kitchen

・It's always akward explaning that to your parents...

・Quackity loves it when you cook for him

・Especially Greek deserts (I'm just gonna fanboy over greek food for a hot minutes)

・Like tiramisu or like those almond cookies

・OR FUCKING BAKLAVA

・OR EVEN LOUKOUMADES

・Incase you don't know what I'm fanboying over, Tiramisu is an Italian dish so I'm not gonna go over it in much detail

・Basically a layered desert with espresso innit

・Baklava is one of the MOST iconic Greek deserts, it's layered with phyllo pastery, melted butter, and nuts!

・The most common are pistachios and walnuts by the way and theirs a layer of cinnamon-orange syrup pored over it once it is baked!

・Loukoumades are the Greek version of fried dough, their normally topped with honey, cinnamon, and walnuts.

・Anyway...

・He loves then sm

・If yall decide to make your relationship public, he wants you to decide how to do it.

・I personally believe you take over his stream one day as his "Special Guest"

・A cooking stream because y'know- it's iconic

・Your baking a classic greek disk.

・Gyro (Pronouced Yee-ro by the way)

・Basically Gyro is a dish that is a mix of lamb and beef (sometimes chicken too) that is made to fill pita bread.

・The sauce that is paired with is called tzatziki (it's really fucking good.) it normally has tomatos and onions and paied with greek fries.

・So your cooking the meat and stuff and Quackity just comes up behind you and you turn around right cause you know he's their

・So quickly, you bend down and kiss him.

・A little smooch before you kick him out th kitchen-

Q!Quackity

・You guys met on the train to the island.

・He tried talking to you but he seriously could not understand you, it wasas if you were speaking another language.

・When the government had paired people up, you didn't get a partner :(

・You also didn't really want an egg either, but you didn't mind babysitting them!

・Phil is so greatful for this-

・Quackity had heard about your egg sitting and decided to leave Tillin (I think i butchered this ngl) in your care

・Tillin loved you, she also liked the fact that she could understand you and offered as a translator.

・When Quackity came back he was surprised to see his own child translating what you were saying

・Once the new members joined you were assined partners with Tubbo (I am not sure if the new members have assigned parners ngl so...also are we getting new members today?)

・(Not even joking- ANYWAY LMAO)

・So y'know how Tubbo can get info out of Curchuro (prob butchered that again lol)

・You can do it also, sence your the only person on the server who can speak greek and not English he thinks the info he tells you is safe.

・You get Tillin to translate to Tubbo about what Curchuro tells you >:D

・Quackity learns about this and then he realized what the fuck is happening

・The he realized one day, you were gone.

・Along with the eggs.

・He never realized how much he liked you until you left...

・Quackity tried looking for you and the eggs

・But he never got far

・Tubbo also tried to help look for you, to no avail

・Not gonna lie, you and Phil got locked in a cage togther 😂

#im-notbean #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp quackity #quackity #qsmp #qsmpblr #qsmp headcanons #qsmp quackity #quackity x reader #x reader #y/n #x male reader #male reader #quackity x male reader #quackity headcannons #q!quackity #quackity x you #quackity x y/n

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅱ Vol.6 Yuma VS Azusa [TRACK 2]

Original title: 欠ける月を見ながら

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 6 Yuma VS Azusa [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki & Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: I have no words. I swear the last few minutes of this track are just Rejet having way too much fun. You cannot convince me that they wrote that without knowing that it could EASILY be taken the wrong way. I mean, the whole situation isn’t exactly ‘innocent’ either way but it sounds even more dirty than it is. I’m not gonna try and hide either ーー my mind went straight to the gutter as soon as Yuma suggested she uses her hands instead of her mouth. If you’re curious what I’m talking about, you’ll have to read the translation. ;)

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 ll Track 6

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Track 2: While Gazing at the Chipped Moon

Yuma: For a basement, it’s brighter in here than I thought. Is there a window on the ceiling or somethin’? 

You follow suit.

Yuma: Ah? What’s wrong? ...Ahー Ya pissin’ yer pants? ...I don’t mind. Come here.

Yuma hugs you close.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Just stay close to me, ‘kay? ...Take a look! Right above ya! There’s a big hole to look through! ...Aah, seems like this basement is right underneath the garden. 

You look up.

Yuma: They’re a bunch of dried up branches layin’ ‘round the edges of the garden. I had no idea this kinda room was underneath it. I’m surprised. 

*Rustle*

Yuma: ...Well, I guess it helps brighten up this place a lil’ without any lights ‘round, so I don’t see a problem with it. 

Something catches his attention.

Yuma: ...Oh? 

You ask what is wrong.

Yuma: No, it’s just...Ya can see the moon through that hole, right? Take a closer look. It’s slowly bein’ chipped away at. ...What was it called again? A lunar eclipse? Ya don’t see that every day. It’s my first time seein’ one.

You agree.

Yuma: You too? Hm...I see. Well, I guess we got lucky. It’s a rare sight after all. Too bad it’s from inside this creepy room.

You tilt your head to the side.

Yuma: This room just screams ‘creepy’, no? Ya still haven’t noticed? What kind of room this is, I mean. Take a good look around.

You look around.

Yuma: There’s a bunch of strange devices, right? Ya better don’t try and act like ya don’t know what these are. 

You reluctantly answer.

Yuma: Exactly...Hehehe...Seems like this was the pentalty room. In other words, the items lined up here and there are what you’d call torture devices

*Cling cling*

Yuma: Take a look at these handcuffs. It’s still got blood on there. Means these bad boys got used at some point. Seems like the previous owner of this manor was a shitbag who loved pickin’ on the weak. 

*Cling*

Yuma: There’s freaks like that crawlin’ ‘round the surface of this earth, ya see...They either get a kick out of tormentin’ others, or enjoy gettin’ teased themselves. ...Ah, right. Ya love that sorta stuff as well, no? Hehehe...

You quickly deny.

*Cling cling*

Yuma: Now that we discovered this hidden gem, it’d be a shame not to use the room to its fullest potential, right? ーー To start things off. 

*Cling*

Yuma: I’ll put these handcuffs on ya like this. Hehe...

You protest.

Yuma: How does it feel to get robbed of yer freedom?

You beg him to take them off again. 

Yuma: Ah...Lemme think. If ya want me to remove them that badly, don’t ya think ya should adjust yer attitude a lil’? 

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Come on...Tell me what to do. Woah there, don’t look away. I’ve taken away yer freedom, so ya better keep yer eyes on me. 

*Rustle*

Yuma: Exactly. Hehe...Nice expression. Bet ya didn’t think I’d do this, right? ...For some reason, I’m in a weird mood right now. Could that moon be to blame? I feel restless...in a different way from usual. I don’t really get it, but it has taken control over me, and I can’t help but have this strong cravin’ for...you. Mmh...”

Yuma kisses you passionately.

Yuma: I want to make you cry, make you submit to me...and have you admit the most obscene things. Mmh...

*Smooch*

Yuma: Hm? ...Hah. Judgin’ by yer face, ya just felt yer heart skip a beat, didn’t ya? Bet ya don’t find this all too bad, huh? Fine by me. I’ll do as ya wish. Come on, brace yerself. 

*Rustle*

Yuma: What do ya want? Should I just leave some kisses here and there? Like this...Mmh...

*Smooch*

You flinch.

Yuma: Or do ya prefer the pain? Ya want these fangs, don’t ya? Haha...Don’t try and hide it. I know that you’re yearnin’ for them. However, I won’t give them to ya ーー not this easily at least. That’d be borin’ as hell, right? We’ve got this convenient room to our disposal after all...

*Cling cling*

Yuma: Makes ya wanna try and push yer boundaries a lil’, no? Hehe...Let’s leave the main course for last and enjoy some stuff we usually never get to do. Nn...

*Rustle*

Yuma: This is a whip, right? No doubt in mind that guy used this to torment those poor little lambs. ...Didn’t I tell ya earlier, there’s people who need that sorta kick. Perhaps I’m one of them as well? When I picture your expression as you fight back the pain...It sends shivers down my spine.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Ahn? I’m not actin’ like myself? Ya think so? Hah. Then this room and the moon might be messin’ with my head. I shouldn’t be interested in lil’ games enjoyed by those disgustin’ noblemen. If anythin’, they used to make me gag...So I wonder why I’m havin’ so much fun right now? ...Could this be my true colors showin’...?

*SMACK*

Yuma: Heh. This bad boy makes quite the sound. ...Wait, what am I doin’? ...Aah, my bad. I felt a lil’ dizzy just now...There really is somethin’ wrong with me, huh? Ugh...

*Rustle*

Yuma: I...

You seem worried. 

Yuma: Hah. ...Haha. Just kidding~ 

You get upset.

Yuma: Ah? I was jokin’ just now. I wanted to see what kind of face you’d make, and just couldn’t help myself.

You protest.

Yuma: It looked convincin’? Don’t be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. I’m not the type of dude who would torment the weak, geez. Ya can’t even tell the difference between the truth and an act? Ya really are an idiot.

*Cling cling*

Yuma: There we go...Oi, lift yer hands a lil’ higher. I’m gonna remove the handcuffs.

You obey.

Yuma: Ahー The hole’s over here, right? ...’Kay. ...Huh?

*Cling cling*

Yuma: Ahn? ...That’s odd...I’m pretty sure this key...Ugh...Ah!

*Clunk*

Yuma: Ah...Fuck! It broke!

You make a fuss.

Yuma: Ah, hold on! Do ya really need to get that upset!? ...Hey! Don’t hit me!

*Thud thud*

Yuma: ...Calm down!! I can just chop off yer wrists and problem solvーー

You continue protesting.

 Yuma: ...I’m just kiddin’! Geez...I’m sure we’ll find a solution if we head upstairs. ...God, yer wrists are bleedin’. It’s ‘cause ya kept on movin’ ‘round. Does it hurt?

You nod.

Yuma: Guess I have no other choice. I’ll apply first aid.

Yuma licks the wound.

Yuma: There. Lil’ better now? ...Let’s say we’re even now, ‘kay?

You puff out your cheeks.

Yuma: Don’t hold it ‘gainst me. I was just curious how it’d feel to step out of my comfort zone for once. Don’t ya ever get that itch to try somethin’ new as well? ...More importantly, drinkin’ yer blood made me thirsty.

*Sluuuurp*

Yuma: After all, you’re like a delicious treat. Just a lil’ taste isn’t enough to satisfy us. ...Ah, yer blood really is nice. ...Say? Won’t ya let me feed off ya now that you’re stuck like this anyway? Ya don’t mind, do ya?

You hesitate. 

Yuma:  Ahー What a pain.I’ll take that silence as a yes. I’m not the most patient fella ‘round.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Now behave. I won’t hurt ya. 

Yuma bites you.

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Mmh...Delicious...I can’t stop...

*Rustle*

Yuma: ...Gimme more...I’ll suck from this hand next. Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Mmh...Nn...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: ...Haahー This is bad...I really went to town on ya, huh...Did it hurt? Or maybe it feels good? 

You whimper softly.

Yuma: Hehe...I wonder if it’s ‘cause ya had yer blood sucked while being handcuffed, but ya look as if ya enjoyed it way more than usual.

You seem embarrassed.

Yuma: No need to be ashamed. ...It’s too late for that. I’ve been showin’ ya my pathetic side as well, no? When I see yer blood...or get a wiff of it...I get so turned on, I lose sight of myself. However...

*Rustle*

Yuma: That blood of yers...

He sniffs it.

Yuma: Hmmー How strange, it doesn’t smell as strong as usually...Now that ya mention it, I feel as if it tastes different as well? The fuck’s goin’ on? ...Oi, Sow. Stop spacin’ out and look at me, come on!

He forces your face his way.

Yuma: ...Do ya notice anythin’ off ‘bout me?

You shake your head.

Yuma: Right? But ya know, something’s not right. ...Oi, inspect my body. I’m sure there’s somethin’ wrong with it.

You seem baffled.

Yuma: This time I’m serious. I’m not just teasin’ ya. Come on, hurry up.

You protest.

Yuma: Ahn? Ya can’t use yer hands? ...Well, I guess that’s true. But even without yer hands, you’ve got somethin’ else that’ll work just fine as a replacement, right?

You tilt your head to the side.

Yuma: Whatcha so confused ‘bout? I’m obviously talkin’ ‘bout that mouth of yers.

You seem surprised.

Yuma: Check my body thoroughly with those lips. ーー Oh come on, didn’t I tell you just now? I’m bein’ serious. 100% sincere. So, where ya wanna start? With my neck, perhaps?

*Rustle*

Yuma: Yeah, just start from there and take it nice and slow...What’s wrong? Are ya holdin’ back? ...Ya can be a little more rough, ya know?

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Ah...Your lips are so soft...Nn...It’s almost like someone is trailing a feather across a skin...Ah...

You sigh.

Yuma: Hah? Ya won’t be able to tell this way? You’re always so quick to decide without givin’ it a try, huh? How dull. Come on, get on with it already.

*Cling*

Yuma: Nn...Yeah, just like that...See? Ya can do it after all...Or are ya growin’ desperate now? Hahaha...Ya suddenly...picked up the pace...Nn...It tickles. Is this you’re way of takin’ revenge? ...Oh well, whatever.

You continue trailing your lips across his skin.

Yuma: Yeah, just keep goin’ like that...Nn...Carefully slide your lips across...Hah...Nn...Feels good...

*Rustle*

You ask if he’s doing this to tease you again.

Yuma: Hahaha...Guess I’m busted, huh?

*SMACK*

Yuma: ...Ow!! Did ya really need to hit me!? I was just havin’ some fun! For one, we wouldn’t need doctors if we could simply find out what’s wrong with someone’s body this way.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers versus II #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x03 “The Scar”

i.e. me enjoying Dean’s freckly arms, the amount Dean and Cas say each other’s names, and Claire’s confirmed queerness

02:53pm

looking forward to some dean/cas head massaging i guess???????

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02:55

i suppose the “it’s not just michael we’re talking about / it’s dean” script served the purpose of being a recap soundbite

but it did sound out of character at the time

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02:57

OH MY GOD DEAN’S FIXATED ON SAM’S BEARD

WHAT A (TRAUMATISED) DORK JUST TRYING TO FIND NORMAL THINGS

poor bean

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02:58

soooooooooooo.. they drove dean back to the bunker, and he clearly spent a moment having a shower and redoing his hair WITH GEL AND HAIRSPRAY

AND THEN HE PUT THE MICHAEL CLOTHES BACK ON???

edit: okay no IT’S EVEN WEIRDER. HE DIDN’T TAKE A SHOWER YET BUT HIS HAIR MAGICALLY GELLED ITSELF INTO DEAN-HAIR

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03:00

them hearteyes !!!!!!!!!!!!!1

AND THE FUCKING VIOLINS PLAYING IN THE BACKGOUND

SOMEONE TELL ME THAT AIN’T A ROMANTIC VIOLIN NOISE

the violins were kind of soft and tense when jack came out but only started the romantic swoop when cas came out

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03:04

could’ve done with a hug right there

WHERE’S THE HUG

I DEMAND A SOFT, TIGHT HUG WITH CLOSED EYES

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03:06

i miss the handprint

also jensen has REALLY nice arms

so many beautiful freckles ;~;

also i was thinking, dean ends up with waaaaay more physical scars and injuries that just about anyone on this show. the handprint, the mark of cain, this thing. and i guess it’s kind of a metaphor for how damaged and scarred he is inside, emotionally.  people and creatures leave their mark on him, stake their claim, and he’s been used and abused a lot over his lifetime..

certainly more than sam

he always belongs to others, and lives to love and care for others (like baby sammy), never for himself

and funnily enough this makes me miss charlie more than anyone. because she was the one who helped dean be dean, and take time for himself, and come out of that goddamn spiked cocoon of emotional damage

one thing i rEALLY REALLY want this season is dean connecting with AU!charlie the way he did with original!charlie. >:{

he needs a charlie

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03:15

and gorgeous hands too ;A:

i think delicate man hands are my favourite kind

you can TELL he’s a guitar player, his hands are artist’s hands

i hope he writes his own songs and sings them to his children and misha

and i hope one day he’ll release an album of original songs

ugh

ughgugguuhuh

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03:17

i can’t believe half of the interaction between dean and cas goes like this:

cas: isfsjdkfdjcjdf dean sdkgfdkfgkjfgjfdk

dean: jashfsgjfj cas jdfjdjghjgjgh

cas: dean...

dean: cas! c’mon

they just........say each other’s names??? and that’s the whole conversation??? and they can change each other’s minds like saying their name is a whole argument????

i swear to fucking god i could write a fic where literally the ONLY thing dean and cas do together is say each other’s names with different inflections and tilt their heads and make pouty faces or frown or gulp or touch each other’s arms or breathe in certain ways, and by the end of it they’re kissing and it’s not even out of character

i know there’s a bunch of you who just nodded and you’re gonna message me to write that aren’t you

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0323

omg dean’s little bumpadabump on the table

“hit me”

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03:24

i wonder if that sword was an ACTUAL michael sword

or the wielder was a creature from kaia’s nightmare universe

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03:26

oh yes i was right, it was one of those au creatures

OOH DO WE GET TO SAVE KAIA NOW

and have her and claire smooch please (and be a destiel parallel)

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03:29

WHO IS SHE

CAN SHE BE A REGULAR WHO DOESN’t DIE PLEASE

okay yeah i’m definitely noticing a tiny trend this season of more women and people of colour

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03:21

AW MAN

i don’t want MORE reasons why cas can’t go too

but hey at least they’re giving him actual important things to do in the meantime, rather than him just disappearing without explaination

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03:34

the smile on dean’s face when he sees jody!!!!!!

also i thought there was a goat in the background of this scene but nope it’s just out lamb astra calling for someone to give her some milk already

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03:35

sam’s sassy smile when he looks at dean

JODY LIKES HIS BEARD

i actually like it too tbh. the fact i don’t notice it unless someone points it out means it suits him

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03:41

aaaah good they remembered sam’s obsession with serial killers

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03:43

i love that this episode seems to be making full use of the bunker’s interesting rooms, plus the people who live in it and their interests

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03:46

OHSAJHRFDJESUS CHRIST THAT MADE ME JUMP

MY CAT JUST CAME IN TO SEE IF i‘M OKAY

i wanna say that was great directing but i feel like a specific “it’s just a memory.... NOPE IT’S RIGHT NOW” shot would’ve come directly from the script

so kudos to berens for that

but also robert singer too for pulling it off

wow

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03:51

YEEE THEY FOUND KAIA

god i want a dress like that

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03:53

woman whose name i wish i knew (jules?): “sage, pyrite, and sheep’s eye? we got that here?”

cas: “yes.. storage room, red cabinet, bottom drawer. it’s marked... gross stuff”

three guesses who made that label

also regarding the pyrite - they must go through a lot of cyrstals doing these spells. i wonder if they have to do trips to the local crystal shops or if they buy wholesale

and who did the original buying? imagine dean and cas visiting the shop and dean being like “ooh shiny” and cas being like “dean that’s literally glass”. and dean sniffing ALL the intense. and then frowning at how expensive crystals are, then taking them all home and unwrapping them and spending an hour labelling them all

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03:56

lauren/laura? [about cas]: “is that your dad?”

jack: “one of them, yes”

now i want an au where jack is in school and everyone assumes his parents are a gay couple but actually they’re just team free will who unanimously adopted him

but spoilers, dean and cas become a couple after repeated hints from other people and visiting the parent-teacher evening together and having everyone assume things so they just roll with it, and it not even feeling weird by the end of the night

maaaaan i wish i was less exhausted all the time so i could just write everything immediately and every day

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04:00

oh shoot i’m not even halfway through this yet

really enjoying it btw

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04:02

the necklace is probably cursed

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04:06

jody: “anything connected to kaia and she’s a powder keg. first love strikes quick, and to lose it like that?”

DREAMHUNTER CONFIRMED

DESTIEL PARALLEL CONFIRMED

GAY CONFIRMED

NEEDS MORE GAY and more destiel parallel

but fuckigng g YES i love this 12/10 what this show needed AND WHAT WE WANTED IN WAYWARD DAUGHTERS goddammit

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04:14

don’t they take jewellery and other effects off the bodies when they put them in the morgue?

also called it, the cursed necklace

(undoubtedly written so the audience guesses it first)

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04:20

she just................j umped out th  fuck ing win dow

but of course she’s gonna go get her spear

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04:25

proud momma bird

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04:03

oh no jack.....................

:/

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04:30pm

IT’S OVER THAT WAS GREAT

so happy to see kaia’s face gain, i really hope actual kaia can be saved somehow?? idk if that’s possible given that she Properly Died

but cas doing stuff, even if that stuff is being proud of jack

TWO WOMEN OF COLOUR WHO DIDN’T DIE YEE (is this a first? because even with missouri and patience, missouri died. and with alicia and her mother, her mother died. kaia may already be dead but her face isn’t) (would be BETTER if they interacted too but heck i’ll take it)

it was also really nice to see dean again

and his freckly arms

and cas doing the hearteyes

but BY FAR THE GREATEST THING IS CLAIRE/KAIA BEING CONFIRMED ROMANTIC 

WE ALL KNEW IT, BUT CONFIRMATION !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELL YES

10/10 episode, i am thoroughly content

#Elmie watches things #14x03 #the scar #season 14 #Destiel #Dreamhunter #Claire x Kaia #post of postiness #spn spoilers #Robert Berens #Robert Singer #Claire Novak

[summonerwrites]

Softie glitter lace for the ask

softie; talk about your sexuality

uhh soo.........i know i 100000% looovee boys. boys are good and i wanna Smooch!!!! girls are...iffy? like i know i have fictional wives and the concept of being in a relationship with a woman doesnt gross me out, but i have yet to be attracted to one irl....so for now im just! gay.

glitter; favorite fictional character?

ok so its not a fe character.........its nico di angelo from percy jackson! i just grew soooo attacthed to him because he was the first gay character in a book i had ever come across and i was a little baby gay myself.......it made me so happy! and i love his development and his whole character alskjdslkjd i love nico di angelo so much i named myself after him!

lace; what’s your favorite plant/flower?

flowers......a tie between lavender and forget-me-nots. but plants as a whole? i really love lambs ear! it reminds me of summer at my grandmas house.... 

#summoner answers #Anonymous

[amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes]

Red

Author’s Note: This is my first submission for #Ash’s Round 3 Negan Challenge. The prompt is Red Riding Hood and is sorta of continuation of my first story, Sing to Me, although my OC doesn’t sing in this one. I picked the short title as it has multi-meaning: it relates to the prompt and it’s kinda what my OC feels at the end. 

Word Count: 3,102

Pairing: Negan x OC of Color (African American)

Warnings: Some language. Goofiness, some smooching, nothing heavy.  

Tags: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @genevievedarcygranger, @negans-network

Trisha sat in Arat’s room and drummed her fingers on the table in front of her. Arat busied herself around a box sitting on the table that had been brought to her from the storage room by Simon. Her newest conquest was a teacher at the Sanctuary and the box was supposed to be full of things that can be used for the children. Arat had asked Trisha to help her go through the box but Trisha wasn’t stupid; she knew exactly what Arat wanted. “She wants intel.” Trisha thought before Arat could finish asking her to join her. It had been a week since Negan had asked Trisha to marry him and while she went back to work as a Savior like nothing had happened, Trisha didn’t tell her commanding officer or comrades what had been said. They all eyed her suspiciously when she returned and the questions were written all over their faces. Maybe they hoped she would voluntarily tell them what had happened but they were sorely mistaken. “They must have asked Arat to ask me.” Trisha assumed with a shake of her head.

“So, what did you guys talk about?” Arat asked, wasting no time to breach the subject. Trisha ignored the question and instead took the time to look inside the box. It was nearly full to the top with books, toys and God knows what else. Arat was about to repeat herself when a knock interrupted her. Thrown off guard, Arat opened the door with a scowl. Toni, a fellow member of their unit, decided she wanted to know what was in the box when she saw Simon hauling to Arat’s room. “Great they’re gonna double team me.” Trisha thought and was about to make her escape when she realized that Arat had dropped the subject as soon as Toni was in the room. Arat mumbled to herself as she and Toni began to look through the box and Trisha took a seat, grateful for the interruption.

 “Oh wow, this shit is even better than I remembered!” Arat exclaimed as she dug through the box. Trisha was thankful that the attention wasn’t on her anymore and watched the women unload the box. A stack of children’s books were now leaning against the side of the box, dusty but still in good condition. The bottom of the box had been layered with clothes and items relating to the corresponding books in the box. There was a little stuffed lamb that looked like it was once white but now faded to a dull gray color possibly from dust. A large red and gray hat that had been turned into itself for perseverance. A pair of green overalls with a button missing. A gold and green plastic crown that remarkably was undamaged. The list grew.

“This shit is too cute!” Toni searched through the box with Arat with glee, trying on as many props as she could. Arat placed the large hat on her head and laughed loudly. Trisha sat back in her chair and observed the women. Toni had her long, black hair tied back with a blue ribbon yet it didn’t stop the locks from falling over her tanned shoulders. Her dark blue shirt and jeans fit her nicely, complimenting her thin frame. Arat donned a black shirt and matching black capri pants that fit loosely on her yet amplified her figure. Short strands of her black and blonde hair fell over her face and gave her a youthful appearance. Trisha smiled as the women looked like giant children going through the box. Taking her hair down from the ponytail she normally kept it in, Trisha ran her fingers through her semi-curled hair and let her hair fall onto her shoulders. She wore the same black ensemble as Arat but being curvier than her commanding officer, it showcased her figure a bit too well. If it had been more people in the room, Trisha would had been more reserved but since it was only these two, Trisha didn’t see the harm in staying dressed in what she had on.

“Shut the fuck up!” Toni squealed and both Arat and Trisha looked at the woman curiously. From the bottom of the box, Toni pulled out a long red robe and held it up proudly. The robe was in good condition like most things in the box and managed to maintain its brilliant color. The robe was hooded, the hood looking large and spacious. From where she was sitting, Trisha could see that it was also sleeveless, the holes wide and gaping. It was beautiful to say the least. Arat whistled in appreciation and ran her hand over the material. Trisha stood and admired the robe herself and she wondered when the last time she saw something so fashionable. She reached out to touch it also and reveled in its softness. Toni pulled it away from the women’s hands and threw it across her shoulders. The robe swallowed her short frame and made her look like she was wearing a moo-moo. Arat frowned and shook her head ‘no’ and Trisha mimicked her movement. Huffing disappointingly, Toni shrugged the robe off and threw it on the table before resuming rummaging through the box. Trisha eyed the discarded robe and carefully picked it up. Thinking it would be heavy, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t the case at all and the robe itself felt light. Draping it around her shoulders, Trisha snuggled into the collar of the robe before placing her arms through the sleeve openings. Looking down at herself, Trisha couldn’t really see how she looked but knew the robe fit her well. Reaching behind her head, Trisha flopped the hood over her head and was right in assuming that the hood part was large. It came down to the tip of nose, the fabric tickling her. Pushing it up to her forehead, Trisha adjusted the hood on the top of her head so that it wouldn’t fall down her face again. The red of the robe accentuated the warm orange-red undertone of her dark brown skin and made her appear saintly.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Arat whispered in awe, turning to see Trisha in the robe. Toni had just put on the crown and turned to give Arat an inquiring look before turning to look at Trisha. Toni let out a small sound of surprise before crossing her arms and nodding. Both women were staring at Trisha in awe and not liking being the center of attention, she lowered her eyes bashfully. Toni stepped forward and moved around the woman to examine her. Standing behind her, Toni hummed in approval.

“It looks amazing on you Trish! But.” she moved closer “It does nothing to hide this ass!” she laughed as she smacked Trisha on the backside causing the woman to yelp in surprise and Arat to laugh aloud. Trisha rubbed her backside and flipped Toni off which only made her laugh harder. Trisha joined them in their laughter, placing her hands on her hips. The women were so distracted in their laughing that they didn’t notice Dwight entering the room. Toni was the first to notice him and greeted him with open arms. Dwight stared at her strangely, his eyes flickering to the shining gold crown on her head before turning to Trisha still in the robe.

“I’ve been knocking on your door for damn near five minutes, Arat. You girls playing dress up or something?” he asked tilting his chin at Arat, looking at the hat.

“Maybe. Wanna play with us?” Toni moved to pet the man on the head before placing the little lamb on top of his head. Dwight scoffed and side-eyed her, the lamb on his head looking absolutely ridiculous. Arat burst into a fit of giggles and quickly covered her mouth. Dwight exhaled sharply and rolled his eyes. If he didn’t like the toy on his head, he didn’t act like it as he allowed it remain. He crossed his arms gingerly as if trying to limit his movements so that the toy wouldn’t fall. Trisha smiled as she watched him, the lamb making him look childlike.

“I actually came in here for a reason but dammit, I can’t remember.” Dwight spoke aloud but to no one in particular. He closed his eyes in concentration but opened them after a few seconds and shrugged. “Nope, can’t remember.” he admitted. Toni shook her head at the man, playfully admonishing him.

“Well my little lamb, let’s try to retrace your steps. Where was the last place you saw Mary?” Toni asked as seriously as she could. Arat and Trisha exchanged glances before breaking into a new round of laughter. Dwight looked at Toni with exasperation and pursed his lips. Before Toni could comment any more, a loud bang at the door caused everyone to immediately quite.

“I send you to find Arat and you’re in here-” Negan boomed having slammed his fist against the metal door. His eyes were wide with anger but once he saw the top of Dwight’s head, he frowned in confusion. “What the fuck is that on your head?” Negan questioned before looking around the room. His gaze swept quickly over the room; the stack of books, the box with items poking out of it, the crown on Toni’s head, the hat on Arat and lastly Trisha in the robe. His gaze lingered on Trisha, drinking in the sight. Trisha had the mind to pull the hood back down over her face but elected to avert her gaze toward the box. The women fidgeted nervously as they waited for one of them to be brave enough to answer Negan. Sighing, Trisha decided that it should be her since he was still looking at her.

“We were trying on costumes for the books we’re going to read to the children.” Trisha lied, glancing over at Arat. If Negan knew that they were trying on stuff just for the hell of it and Arat just wanted to impress the teacher, he’d blow a gasket. Arat nodded before turning to Toni who just stood still in silent fear. Negan ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he regarded Trisha’s words. Seeming to be satisfied, Negan turned to Arat.

“Fucking should have known. The teacher chick is looking for you. I sent D to find you but I guess he fucking-“ he motioned to the lamb still perched on his head. “Got caught up in what-the-fuck-ever you girls are doing.” Negan finished. He turned his attention to the stack of books and began calling out their names. After about four books, he studied the fifth and laughed. Turning to Arat, he held the book up so she could see its title. “Cat in the Hat. Must be you.” Arat nodded again and Trisha swore she’d give herself whiplash. Negan turned to Trisha now and let his eyes scan down her body. Clicking his teeth in appreciation, he reached into the stack and held a book up to her.

“Little Red Riding Hood, huh?” he questioned before a smirk formed on his face. Trisha nodded, though not as hard as Arat, and added.

“I’m off to grandma’s house. Need to watch out for the big, bad wolf.” Trisha shrugged nonchalantly. Negan scoffed as he continued to smirk at her.

“Well today’s your lucky day, Red. I’m off to see grandma my-fucking-self. Care to join me?” He asked as his eyes shone with intent. Trisha figured this was coming since they hadn’t had the chance to talk all week, let alone see each other. This wasn’t necessarily the way she wanted them to meet back up but she rolled with it. Stepping forward past a still frozen Toni, Trisha held her hand out to him. “Only if you promise to take me straight to grandma. These woods are very dangerous.” Negan snorted as he took her hand and pulled her behind him. Stopping at the door, he turned to Dwight and looked at the lamb. “Take Arat to the teacher, lamb chop.”

Laughter rose from the room as Negan escorted Trisha into the hallway. Trisha assumed that from the direction that they were heading in, they were going to his room. Trisha lowered the hood on the robe to avoid the gazes of the workers and allowed the hood to graze the tip of her nose. She welcomed the coverage the hood gave her because it hid her from the world. Her mind raced as she realized that she really hadn’t given the Negan’s proposal much thought if any. She pondered on the thought back and forth before the sound of Negan talking to her interrupting her thoughts.

“I’m starting to think that you don’t like me very well, Trisha.” Negan grumbled as he stopped in front of a door and released her hand. Trisha looked up at him confused as she really wasn’t paying attention. She scanned her surroundings, a developed habit, and realized that they weren’t near Negan’s bedroom. The door was a different color, a faded tan, and it took her a second to realize it was his office. Trisha looked back at Negan suspiciously before pulling the hood back on her head so she could look up at him.    

“What? Why would you think that?” she asked tilting her head, the hood falling back to her nose. Scoffing, Negan opened the door and stood aside to allow Trisha to enter first. Walking into the room, Trisha lifted the hood off completely as Negan moved to sit on the desk. The room was simple, a large metal desk with one chair on each side, it wasn’t the setup that she was expecting. Negan studied her face as a frown formed as she studied the room.

“Why would you think that I don't like you?” she repeated her question but received no response. Turning to face him now, she placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head to stare at him. Still he gave no reply as he watched her, his hazel eyes boring into her. The silence grew between them and Trisha shifted from one foot to the other. Exhaling, she moved closer to him and stared with faux fascination into his eyes.

“My, what large eyes you have.” she whispered, moving even closer to him. Negan frowned and withdrew into himself as Trisha placed her hands on either side of his face.

“Trish, what the fuck-"

“And my,” she continued cutting him off while now standing between his legs. “What a large nose you have.” she finished as she pinched his nose. Negan recoiled from her touch and pushed himself off the desk. He moved to distance himself from Trisha but she was right on him.

“And my, what large,”

“Dammit Trisha you're creeping me the fuck out! Stop it!” Negan yelled a bit too loud and grabbed Trisha by her shoulders. A smile formed on Trisha’s lips and she looked up at Negan who was uncharacteristically flustered. Deciding not to push him any further, she spoke calm and even.

“See? I can ask weird too. Now, answer my question. Why wouldn't I like you?”

“Because I still don't have an answer from you.” Negan answered, his grip on Trisha shoulders loosening and he began to knead her arms in a silent apology. Trisha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“So because I don't fall at your feet like a damsel in distress, you think I don’t like you?” Trisha scoffed. “This dame can save herself. Hell, I could probably save your ass too.” Trisha boldly asserted with a flick of her hair. Negan stared at her in disbelief before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I fucking should bend you over this desk for that.” he threatened and narrowed his eyes. Trisha’s courage faltered for second before she regained her composure.  

“Maybe you should.” she replied with a shrug of her shoulder. Negan’s eyebrows shot up and he made a sound of disbelief.

“You’ve gotten bold all of a sudden, Red and I must say,” he said closing the distance between them by snaking an arm around her waist. “I fucking like.” Trisha opened her mouth to respond but only a small squeak would form. Negan chuckled to himself before wrapping his other arm around her and leaning down to press his lips to hers. Trisha froze in place, unable to mentally process what was happening fast enough. Part of her wanted to push him away but another part wanted this physical touch. Leaning into the kiss, Trisha wrapped her arms around his neck. Negan took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and allow his hands to roam before they were interrupted by a loud knock. Startled, Trisha broke the kiss and tried to jump away from his grasp but Negan had her latched to him. Both turned towards the door to see who was responsible for disturbing them and they were met with a woman in a black dress with vivid red hair that she had draped over one shoulder. She was tapping one high heeled foot and looked at the pair with disgust. Negan groaned and Trisha recognized her as one of the wives but didn’t bother to remember her name.

“What is it Frankie?” Negan asked with a sigh. Trisha suddenly felt oddly irritated as the woman eyed her up and down before walking into office.

“Now I see why you haven’t been our quarters today. You found a new one.” Frankie finished the last sentence while turning her nose up at Trisha. Trisha sucked her teeth and went to step forward when Negan tightened his grip on her. Shaking her head, Trisha had a devilish, impulsive thought. Scoffing, she turned to face Negan and placed one hand on the back of his neck to pull him down to her and kissed him. Negan smirked into the kiss as Frankie rolled her eyes and began tapping her foot again. Breaking the kiss, Trisha started to the door with Negan looking after her with an amused look on his face. When she reached the door, Trisha turned to face Negan who was now being closed in on by Frankie.

“Oh Negan,” Trisha called out to him. “My answer is yes. I’ll marry you. See you later, new husband. I can make it to grandma’s from here.” She finished, flipping the hood over her head and leaving Negan with a wolfish grin and Frankie looking disappointed that now she had yet another wife to compete with.  

#ash's round 3 negan challenge #negan #negan thirst squad #nts #negan fanfics #The Walking Dead #twd #nts fics