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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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ocean-butch-moved · 5 years

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21 Questions

Thank you so much to @weirdinternettrash for tagging me! Love you babe xxxxxxxx

Rules: Answer these 21 questions and then tag 21 people you’d like to get to know better (im only gonna tag a few people; feel free to do the same)

Nickname: Fynn, Kitty or Butch (tbh these are all my preferred names)

Height: 5'6″

Last movie I saw: uhhh mad max: fury road i think?? watched it with me mam and my cat

Last thing I googled: ‘portal glyphs no mans sky’ lmao i’ve been playing no mans sky a whole bunch recently and i wanted to know how to use the portals

Favourite musician(s):

i really love Queen and ABBA

i like a lot of small artists? heres a bunch; Cold War Kids, Battles, Algiers, ANIMA!, Jack Stauber, Low Roar and Superorganism

Song stuck in my head:

so desu ne by FFS (that franz ferdinand/sparks collaboration album)

Other blogs: none lmao, other than some old blogs on here i need to delete

Do I get asks? no :( please hmu if you wanna talk about anything or want to know anything!!! im lonely

Following: like only 200,,, this blog is quite new

Amount of sleep: rn? like 6 im so tired; i need like 14 hours of sleep and i only get about 7 because my body hates me and i wake up too early

Lucky number: dont have one tbh

What I’m wearing: black shirt, flannel black and white trousers and black combat boots (i like being monochrome)

Dream job: astronaut!!! i want to work aboard the ISS or even be on a mission to mars!!! id settle for some kind of physics research job in the arctic/antarctic

Dream trip: i own a big ship/ferry and i go visit iceland and the scandinavian area, stopping at my old homes in scotland in between (most namely the orkney isles and aviemore in the scottish highlands)

Favourite food: e v e r y t h i n g

i guess if i had to pick, indian or mexican and ofc i love haggis

Play an instrument: i used to play clarinet and i was going to learn to play bagpipes

Languages: pfft only english, and a wee bit of french and klingon

Favourite songs: too many to name but right now; Blood by ANIMA!, Sun Spat by EMEFE or Saint Benard by Lincoln

Random fact: stars arent actually burning gas like a lot of ppl think; theyre undergoing nuclear fusion where tiny atoms are forced together to make a shitton of energy and its awesome!! (this probably meant a fact about me huh)

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: sitting right by the window with hot chocolate in a dark room watching the rain and lightning, the sun rising over a rocky forest on a very crisp clear day when the ice still lingers, seeing our Earth as a tiny insignificant pale blue dot from a space probe millions of miles away

@callmeffion @doctorocto @itwasonthecat

#ask meme #21 questions

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icefrozendeadlyqueen · 4 years

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Deadly Sisters: (y/n)’s Prologue.

Title: Deadly Sisters

Family: Reader comes from a family involve in the unknown. The world normal people have no clue about. They can theorize, but they can never be completely sure. Their family prefers to work on their own, "better work alone than with a crowd, right?".

Summary: Two killers rely on each others... What could possibly go wrong???

Ships: (y/n) x Ubbe, (y/n) x Sigurd, Ashla x Hvitserk. Reader insert words use

Favorite Coffee: (f/c) Your name: (y/n) Last name: (l/n) (Your tagged id)

Warning: There are huge topics in here. I’m sorry if it offends anyone, but I couldn’t stop once I started writing.

Story: On going. It's text/scenes. I hope you enjoy

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My name is (y/n) (L/n), I am a hacker Hitman.

I thought life was simple in most terms speaking my simple is other's dismay or death. It all depends on my mood. I have a set of skills well learned throughout my life; it's a family legacy to know how to align with people at a level is certainly scary. I am always learning everything I can get my hands on from truth, rumors, lies and overall the darkest information known to men. Example, people's lives are a new chapter of a story, why did Gregory kill his wife? huh.

The cops said his wife was cheating on him. The first cop to come at the cries of the neighbors threw up in the scene of the crime. Revolting. It's all he manage to muster to the news. His family wants to believe he was posses by the devil. Only reasonable explanation for a gentleman that burn his wife and kids alive, right? Her family believes he was paranoid. They demand him to be given the highest type of punishment, Capital Punishment. The neighbors can't believe what has occur. Its such an atrocious act. They retell that night like a replying nightmare every time they close their eyes. "I woke up to the screams of Tiffany. She was a nice gal used to bring me pie whenever she had some extra". "In all my 80 years of living in this neighborhood something like this has never happen. They had family issues as any couple would". "Gregory and Tiffany were an exceptional matrimony. They would come to my families Saturday cooks out! Tiffany would bring her famous pie! Gregory bring some of the whiskey I like. We have a good time. My kids like their kids. We didn't notice anything wrong". His colleague detail how good he was at his job. He took a good length of time to manage his work to perfection. It became Gregory's signature. Her colleague say she was diligent. She never once made a mistake. Those people that envy her believed she was a witch how could she had a response for everything. Always being right neither wrong on anything. What a load of bullshit

A conservative small town what could possible go wrong with such a murder? it's the center of the epicenter.

Whats hot in news right now? I will let you know in more than one occasion. Hypothetically speaking a woman by the tag name Veronica_Ink join my chatroom long ago. I have always explained to them the chat rules here in the dark web.

(Private Message between (your tagged Id) & Veronica_Ink)

Veronica_Ink: "I have joined through a secure server on my husband's computer".

(Your tagged Id): "I don't particularly give a shit how you join. I am telling you not to come here looking for trouble, ma'am. I am fed up of saving damsels in distress".

Veronica_Ink: "My dad is a rapist, and I sleep with a pistol under my pillow".

(Your tagged Id): "Okay. You have experience to be here at least. It took an escalating turn"

Veronica_Ink: "It's alright. I had gone as far as too change my name and any trace of that from my present. Now, I have beautiful children and a treasure of a husband".

(Your tagged Id): "Cute then why are you here?"

Veronica_Ink: "Not all fairy tales are true...."

(Your tagged Id): "Enough said". I didn't ask what she meant in any way or form I don't care. It's how this new century works. The less you care the less probability of getting caught. A rule the (L/n) family has lived by for centuries, and we have manage to avoid detection. It's a sweet taste in your mouth like drinking the nectar of gods, A.K.A. (F/c), knowing that we haven't gotten caught yet. It's the best part of a thrill being known like any other millennial

Veronica_Ink: "We are the picture perfect couple since middle school. We grew up in a small town high school sweethearts, you know?".

(Your tagged id): "I have never understood the necessity of high school sweethearts".

Veronica_Ink: "It's like finding your other half for high school".

(Your tagged id): "I get that part, but I don't see the point. The expectations of happy ever after until is not possible".

Veronica_Ink: "It's picture perfect".

(Your tagged id): "Outside until people decide to look close enough".

We agreed it was just going to be a quick chat or did I just agreed to that? We never talk about it to be precise so I just don't understand the tugging I feel re-reading this none existence conversations lost in deep thoughts. I have single handle all of my problems without relying on my family much. We take on jobs that we have no emotional attachment what so ever... I guess I didn't comprehend why would that be. I have never taken a job with another family member for actual good reasons.

Jobs. Tasks. It's all the same in terms, isn't it? I am already 10 steps to close to this.

Veronica_Ink: "You don't like high school sweethearts, do you?"

(Your tagged id): "It seems all fake to me for some it works. I have no problem with it, but I have never understood the term high school sweethearts. The concept itself seems to be playing with fate, and fate is laughing at it".

Veronica_Ink: "Ahhhhh. You had a high school sweetheart?"

(Your tagged id): "No, I have never stay in a high school long enough. It was particularly entertaining".

Veronica_Ink: "Awh.. that's awful"

(Your tagged id): "It really isn't. You are probably thinking of an orphan or movng a lot type of deal. I am neither".

Veronica_Ink: "Yeah... you don't seem like the person to give a shit either. It was nice to talk to you, (y/n). I have to go attend to some things."

(Your tagged id): "Yeah, don't mention it. Have a good day Tiff".

Veronica_Ink: "Tomorrow same time?"

(Your tagged id): "Same place".

Who knew I would have gotten a friend from this illegal dump? Hell would laugh at my stupitity. I got attached. She knew before I knew. Well know... I did some bringing up to the light. I have uncover her life not like somthing can be hidden from me. There is nothing in this world that I can't crack with enough practice and hard work as long as you don't get caught. I don't need to be recognize on anything what's the point of doing something if people acknowledge it.

Just fucking do it and let the repercussions come later. I have many completely sign for me as we speak. My father always said, "Time will only tell, pop. We either keep doing things right protecting the family or we fail all together screwing the family". He has a point that there is no in between. I look at it the way anyone would have I don't regret my choices or the fact I am obviously blinded by emotions at this point. What the fuck was I thinking??

That's right I wasnt fucking thinking. I keep hearing my father's advice through out all my bad decisions a reminder that I am making a shitty hole for myself. I may as well make it even more big than it should be. I call myself a hitman, but I am here trying to solve marital problems? Jesus Christ. I am trying to blame somebody where there is nobody to blame. I am trying to find an excuse where there is none. I always will be a step ahead of everyone unless I let my heart lead.

(Your tagged id): "How are the kids?"

Veronica_Ink: "They are doing amazing! Little josh won fourth place on his spelling bee tornament, "Mom, I'll work hard to get #1 next year", he is the most cutest thing. Gregory offer to help him train up, and I almost forgot about last night beating. I have to thank you with helping jessica yesterday, you know? her paper got an A+. The university loved it. I don't know how you do it all the thoughts she wanted to express you had it on paper".

(Your tagged id): "Don't mention it, Tiffany. I am glad I could help even in the slightest. What about little jimmy? Is he better from the flu?"

Veronica_Ink: "We just got home from his check up. Gregory bought him a baseball bat, so they can plan on that trip. Jimmy wants to become a baseball player".

(Your tagged id): "The kid has a bright imagination... isn't this his 17th switch so far? How much energy does he has... you wouldn't fucking believe he has an illness damn".

Veronica_Ink: "haahahahah. Actually his 26th so far, "Mommy! I love them all! Fire fighter, super hero and baseball player! I want to be all", he said that on our way back and Gregory told him the sky is the limit.

(Your tagged id): "I pity his babysitter".

Veronica_Ink: "That's me”.

(Your tagged id): "I digress".

Veronica_Ink: "Ah come on! He is the cutest!".

(Your tagged id): "You can't decided which of your children is the cutest. On that note, who's the favorite?".

Veronica_Ink: "You know is getting late.. I should be going."

(Your tagged id): "I rest my case".

Veronica_Ink: "hahahahahaha. All jokes aside little lady. How are you today? You don't particularly like pen names, but I can't seem to resist"

(Your tagged id): "I ignored them. I am doing pretty good and you? I have had a pretty good week. Thank you for asking Tiff".

Veronica_Ink: "Doing as well as a viking burning boat. Jessica got into USCF, little jimmy says he will become a baseball player, and lil josh says he'll be the next spelling bee champion".

(Your tagged id): "So an honorable death? Well, this took a turn. It's UCF btw. I am guessing excitement took a turn".

Veronica_Ink: "Yeah, I started watching this discovering channel with Jessica.. you know mother and daughter quality time?! I am so happy! She ask me to watch it with her. I thought she would ask her best friend and not her boring mother."

(Your tagged id): "That's sweet you two are spending time together. I have to take a big dump on that 'boring mother' do I have to remind you that you are in a dark web chatroom. I don't think thats boring".

Veronica_Ink: "I can't really bragged about it though. That's like one of your main rules of the page or did you forgot? You say you'll ban people or ruin their life".

(Your tagged id): "Touché. Let me think... brag about your life? You won a hot dog competition in middle school? You punch that slutty math teacher in high school that's in prison now? I am going on a limb here but your life is not boring. It might not be celebrity worthy, but that doesnt matter".

Veronica_Ink: "Good point. My daughter is showing interest in my life! I feel so happy right now. Don't you think punching a teacher was a little too much?"

(Your tagged id): "It depends on what happen. Normally teachers are respecting human beings that deserve the world offer to them. Ashley was a racist little shit".

Veronica_Ink: "Look, (y/n) not everyone name Ashley is a bully or a racist or a pedophile. It was just a huge coincidence. My sister's name is Ashley".

(Your tagged id): "And? Lets not even get on the topic of your sister... she isn't a good example to begin with.

Veronica_Ink: "Touché. On good terms, what can I bragged about? Jessica is my star. I want her to look up to me. I want her to think I am like a super mom?".

(Your tagged id): "She already thinks that. Jessica knows you put a lot of work on feeding her, so she can get all her vitamins and minerals. She bought you flowers last friday after you stood by her when that douch broke her heart. She may not see much of your cool right now because she is a teenager that's basically their definition. Don't over think it much, Tiff. You are an amazing mother. You are doing just fine".

Veronica_Ink: "You are probably right. I am going to go right now. I want to give them all my undying attention".

(Your tagged id): "Good night, Tiffany".

Veronica_Ink: "Good night, (y/n)".

I have a weak point on some extent. I'll accept it. Other than my sister nobody has broken through my hard core firewall. I guess the first instict to change is to fight it or just be crazy for a little bit. I am friends with Tiffany. This is just incredible. This is a healthy friendship, right? You care for something. It's natural right? It's an excuse isn't it? I guess. I am not sure anymore. Ashla would have laugh at my weakness. She would have put a bullet on Tiffany and walk away. I wish I could just let go, but I care too much to walk away. I love her to much to let go.. is that what friendships are? You care for another person more than yourself. I thought families fall into that category...

I have never let anyone in. Tiffany knowing my real name makes her a target, but there is no way she'll become one right? No. I am just being paranoid. Yeah.. that's it. Paranoia.

Veronica_Ink: "It was a weird old man. I lost little josh at the amusement park, and he said an old man guide him to a van. He bought him an ice cream and told him to stay inside. I am terrified and scared about it. He said a woman came before the smelly old man could hurt him. She took his hand, knew his name and even play some games with him. He said the woman got him that teddy bear he wanted, but I told him I didn't had enough change for".

(Your tagged id): "Huh why are you telling me all of this?"

Veronica_Ink: "It was you, wasn't it? Don't deny it, (y/n). Josh secretly told me the woman knew my name. He told the police the description of the man. I was relieved when the cops found the old man, and it wasn't one of josh made up stories. He was brutally murder, (y/n). Execution style. The police told Gregory and I that there was a woman, but there is no camera that caught the woman's face. We could only see little josh talking to someone.. we recognize it was a woman because of the voice... just please. Thank you".

(Your tagged id): "Execution style? Sheez. Veronica. I don't do Execution Style. I am a hacker for fuck sake how would I know how to kill people?"

Veronica_Ink: "You said so yourself. Anything can be accomplish with enough anger built up".

(Your tagged id): "When the heck did I said that?"

Veronica_Ink: "The day before the amusement park. We talk. You said to watch my kids because there was news reports of kids disappearing and found dead a week later".

(Your tagged id): "Me and my big mouth."

Veronica_Ink: "I know it was you. I want to believe it was you".

(Your tagged id): "It wasn't me. I had been at home all day. I was working on a job"

Veronica_Ink: "Computer related? I know you can't do remote jobs.. Hmm.. Well.."

(Your tagged id): "Do you have any prove anyways?"

Veronica_Ink: "No.. I had a feeling. Josh had a bubble gum package and a chocolate bar in his jetted pocket. The only person I know that loves coffee more than life is you plus you are the only person that knows josh favorite bubble gum. He is a hard kid to follow strangers. He knows better than to do that, but he told me that the woman was my friend. No, his exact words were "My Guardian angel"".

(Your tagged id): "Can you just accept your kid is safe? He is away from harm. You are all a big family again, right? Be happy idk"

Veronica_Ink: "Thank you, (y/n)".

(Your tagged id): "It was my sister, okay?".

Veronica_Ink: "The deemed one?"

(Your tagged id): "We are all deemed, but yes"

Nah, bitch. It was me. Fuck. You see my point. I am attached to a level that can become deadly. I knew that old faggot wouldn't resist a lost kid. I knew that. I had to do some extra remote work to make up for it, but it was worth it. It was. It is worth it. Why wouldn't it be? Tiffany is save and the jumping troll thats her kid is doing good. I got attach to her and her kids.. I am a fool.

Execution Style seem the fair go to for all his fucking crimes. He had all the kids outfits. The ones he hurt. I got emotionally involve so what? like its a fucking crime. I couldn't live with myself if I let it happen. I couldn't live with my conscience. I feel... fuck.. so predictable right? (y/n) stares at her diary letting go of another sigh. (y/n)'s eyes scroll through the images in her computer of an old chat conversation with vivid notes she wrote daily to keep up with her changing or Tiffany growing into her. (y/n) lips tremble in little weeps tears that she doesnt bother to clean, "It's done sweet, Dove. I have avenge you... it has been a long time old friend". (y/n) words leave a sore taste in her lips though a sweet feeling inside her even if its been old to come. The words don't make her feel any better nothing seem to do fix the broken shell of a woman she was anymore, "I have a flight to catc-". The words lost within a train of tears coming furiously from her eyes as her heart opens accepting what she was pushing back all this years.

Yeah I can't believe that either. Dear old friend. You can rest in peace now, okay? The bitch is dead along with your ex-husband.

#reader insert #emotional #friendship #vikings #prologue

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spnroundrobin · 7 years

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Masterpost: Round Three

Prompt: Dean has been acting sketchy for the past couple days and Sam and Cas are curious as to why. After doing a bit of poking around, they discover that Dean has been preparing for a Renaissance fair that Charlie found near the bunker and invited him to attend. Sam and Cas want to come along much to Dean’s embarrassment; shenanigans ensue.

(Remember: This is the gen fic round so no ships, please. Also, we’d like to keep this Teen rated. Obviously Charlie can be included in this round due to the prompt but other side characters will have to be over the phone or on Skype.)

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(As submissions are made, they will be posted here by the mods.)

#1 @zolaliz - Submission: 1

“Woah, Cas! Careful where you’re pointing that thing!”

“Apologies,” he said, passing the large pole-like weapon to his other hand. “I didn’t see you there.”

Sam paused a second, thrown by the look of Cas with a jousting pole in one hand and a knight’s helmet tucked underneath his arm.

“What’s with the knight get up?”

“Dean requested it,” Cas replied simply.

Sam threw his hands up in confusion as Cas continued past him, walking down the hall without any further explanation.

“Wha- Cas! Hey, wait up!” Sam jogged a few paces to catch up, “do you know why?”

“No.”

“And you didn’t think to ask?”

At this, Cas finally stopped walking to deliver Sam a flat look. “I think you and I are both aware of Dean’s tendency for deflection.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I mean, yeah, but-”

“I must get going. Patience isn’t exactly Dean’s strong suit.”

Sam gave another exasperated sigh, “Cas, don’t you think he might be, I don’t know, up to something?”

Cas’s brow furrowed and his mouth pinched into a frown. “Of course not. What makes you say that?”

“All of this!” Sam exclaimed, motioning wildly towards everything Cas was carrying. “You don’t think that’s even the tiniest bit odd?”

Cas shrugged. “I’m sure he has good reason.”

“Good-? Good reason to want knight’s armor and a jousting stick?”

“Goodbye, Sam,” Cas responded instead, leaving Sam alone in the bunker hallway.

Maybe Cas’s faith in Dean was clouding his judgement, but Sam knew better. He could always tell when his brother was acting strange, and one way or another, he was going to get to the bottom of this.

#2 @deadlykittenkay - Submission: 1

Sam watched Cas’ retreating form go down the hallway and head towards Dean’s room. Chewing on his cheek he started to formulate a plan. He needed to know what his brother was up too. It wasn’t even October yet, so Sam immediately ruled out Halloween as a reason for the knight get up.

He decided to follow Cas only to see that Dean was not in his room. Sam stood silently watching as Cas carefully laid out the costume on Dean’s bed. The jousting stick against the wall. He chuckled hearing Charlie’s voice go along to that movie that she loved.

The sound of Sam’s chuckle made Cas turn to him. “Is there something humorous?” The angel asked.

“Sorry, I was thinking of a time when Charlie made Dean and I watch A Knight’s Tale.”

Cas’ face lit up with recognition. “The movie in which the hero wins a jousting match to win the affections of his lady, correct?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah and at one point his buddy says-”

“It’s called a Lance, hello,” Dean finished for him with a smirk.

Sam’s eyes narrow slightly, unsure if it’s because his brother is hiding something or because his brother cut him off.

#3 @jhoomwrites - Submission: 1

Determined not to be distracted, Sam pointed at the jousting equipment. “So what gives? Why you got Cas running around getting you this stuff?”

“Because it’s awesome?” Dean said as though it’s obvious.

“Uh huh.” That had to be one of his brother’s worst excuses… except it was a really common excuse for Dean, so it actually kinda checked out. “You relaly think that’s not a waste of Cas’ angel mojo? Getting random stuff for you just because it’s awesome?”

“… No?”

“I don’t mind,” Castiel said as he poked around the weapons on Dean’s shelf. He picked up the gun Dean had used to kill Hitler and looked at it closely, barely paying the brothers any attention. “We’re not working a case at the moment and there’s nothing Heaven wants of me at the moment. I’m at your disposal.”

“Dude’s bored,” Dean stage whispered to his brother. “Hey Cas, I ever tell you about the time I killed Hitler-?”

“ANYWAY,” Sam interrupted. He’d gotten tired of that story a while ago. Never mind that he knew Cas had heard it at least three times already, but still indulged Dean’s retellings. “You plan on like… just keeping that stuff in your room?”

“… Why not? It’s not like I’d wear it or anything. C’mon Sam, where you get these crazy ideas?” Dean’s nervous laughter had Sam narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Dean was definitely up to something.

#4 @blue-reveries - Submission: 1

It took another day for Sam to find a break in the case.

He was walking back to his room when he heard a phone ringing from the library. When no one seemed to answer it, Sam altered his course and wandered over to see whose phone it was. It was sitting in front of the chair that Dean favored and sure enough, the phone vibrating across the table was his brother’s.

The caller ID said “Queen of Moons.”

Smiling brightly, Sam picked up the phone and answered. “Hey, Charlie. What’s up?”

“I’ll tell you what’s up, Dean,” Charlie said rapidly, not giving Sam a chance to correct her. “The orcs are already starting to kick our ass and guess what? My newly appointed Knight of Strategy is still not here.”

“Charlie, I’m—”

“Oh no, mister,” Charlie said, sounding more frustrated than angry. “And to top everything off, the Warriors of Yesteryear are being a major pain in my ass because I promised a great plan and you aren’t here to help me deliver, Dean.” There was a pause but before Sam could talk, she spoke again. “Where in the frack are you anyway?”

“Um…this is Sam, Charlie,” he said carefully, not wanting to set her off again. Sam didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that. “Dean left his phone on the table and I answered since it was you.”

The line went silent. Sam could hear the somewhat familiar sounds of a Renaissance style camp echoing in the background. He was just about to ask Charlie if she was okay when she broke the silence.

“Holy Gandalf,” Charlie exclaimed before letting out a chorus of “no’s.” “How much would it cost me for you to completely forget everything you just heard?”

The worried guilt in Charlie’s voice struck a chord in Sam’s mind and his eyes narrowed as he mulled this information over. Dean asking Cas for medieval style clothes and weaponry…Dean acting sketchy…Charlie calling to rant to Dean about Moondor…

Everything clicked into place and Sam couldn’t help the excited grin from plastering itself over his face.

“Dean’s coming LARPing with you, isn’t he?”

The silence continued for a few more seconds before Charlie spoke again. “You did not hear any of this from me. Do you hear me, Sam Winchester?”

“Your secret is one hundred percent safe with me,” Sam swore solemnly. He even raised his right hand. “Dean will never know I found this out from you.”

Charlie sighed in relief. “Whew…okay, thanks. Can you just tell Dean that I texted you to have him call me?”

Sam agreed and wished her goodbye. He hung up Dean’s phone and placed it back where he found it. Practically vibrating with glee, Sam thought about what he was going to do. He’d promised Charlie that her name wouldn’t be tied to how Sam found out about Dean’s little hobby.

But he didn’t say he wasn’t going to tell Dean he knew.

#1 @zolaliz - Submission: 2

“So, Dean..” Dean warily turned towards Sam. He already recognized that tone; Sam used it whenever humoring Dean, which meant that Sam probably knew something Dean didn’t. “Since we’ve had a pretty light load of cases, I was thinking maybe I’d call up Charlie, go visit her this weekend.” Sam stood in Dean’s doorway, gaging his response. Dean worked his jaw for a moment, adam’s apple bobbing as he searched for a response. “You- why?” “I haven’t talked to her in ages! Besides, the finale of Game of Thrones aired and I promised I wouldn’t watch it without her.” Dean shifted nervously. “She’s probably busy.” “Yeah? I’ll give her a call anyway, ask about her plans for the weekend.” Dean jumped to his feet, flustered, eyes wide in panic as Sam ducked his head to hide his smile. “N-no, that’s not- dude, I just remembered! She was telling me about this LARPing thing.. a huge battle, she’s busy.” “She’s still doing that? She’s the queen of moods, right?” “Moons,” muttered Dean in correction. “Maybe I’ll tag along. Could be fun.” “What? No! That stuff’s stupid, Sammy, it’s for geeks and losers, which only half applies to you.” Sam paused to give him a quick, flat stare, before his smug grin fought its way back onto his lips. “If it’s so stupid, then why are you doing it?”

#2 @deadlykittenkay - Submission: 2

Sam watched as Dean’s face paled. His eyes widened and he swallowed thickly. “I-I do-don’t,” he stammered before coughing in to his fist. “I don’t know why you would think that, Sammy. I am neither a geek nor a loser.”

“Says the man who’s memorized Mel Gibson’s speech in Braveheart.”

“Of course I have. It’s an awesome speech.”

Sam shrugged his shoulders, feigning disinterest in the topic. “I think I still might go. Might be fun.”

“What about a case?”

“Dean?” Cas’ voice carried from behind them. “Is the chain supposed to go over the leather or under?” The Angel asked.

“Cas! What the hell man?” Dean quickly moved to Cas placing his hands on Cas’ shoulders and turning him around. “I don’t know crap about this junk.”

“But Dean-” Cas’s protests where cut off when Dean shoved him roughly out of the room.

Sam couldn’t help the smirk on his face. His brother being this flustered was just too fun to watch. This was far from over.

#3 @jhoomwrites - Submission: 2

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#1 @zolaliz - Submission: 3

“What should I wear?” “You’re not coming.” “How about this?” Sam held up a feathered hat. “You’re not coming.” “Ooh, this looks fun. But is it nerdy enough..?” Dean ripped the plaid men’s tights from Sam’s hands, and looked Sam dead in the eye. “You. Are not. Coming.” “I can’t believe you have an entire room filled with this stuff!” Sam sidestepped his brother, snagging a Viking helmet off the dresser. “Cas! Whatta you think?” Dean flung an index finger out in Cas’ direction. “He’s not coming either-” his voice dropped as he commanded, “no one’s coming!” “Oh but we are,” Sam grinned, slapping the helmet down onto Cas’ head and sweeping up a bronze dagger. The helmet sat low in front of Cas’ eyes and for a moment he stood dazed, mouth tight in a confused frown. Dean tipped it back up as he passed him. Dean hit his knee against a old fashioned treasure chest, and cussed it out under his breath. The room was filled with all sorts of equipment and armor from different eras, tucked away in the back of the bunker. He finally lifted his eyes to Sam, bitter humiliation meeting fiendish amusement. “You…” he barked, but his voice quickly softened in defeat, “son of a bitch.” Sam pushed down his smile in vain, giving the dagger a swirl. “Aye aye, matey.” Dean cringed, and snatched the blade from Sam’s hands. “That’s an Egyptian dagger, Sam,” Cas piped up from behind him. “Not a European pirate’s.” Dean seemed to wave the comment off, before reluctantly turning to the angel. “Cas… grab my armor, will ya?” Cas raised his eyebrows. “Shut up,” was Dean’s gruff, automatic response, and Cas disappeared. He was only gone a moment, before he returned, hands full with Dean’s costume. Sam looked taken aback. “Well. That’s certainly…” he swallowed as he searched for the word, “authentic.”

#4 @blue-reveries - Submission: 2

Dean was not happy.

He slammed the trunk of the Impala shut, mentally apologizing to his girl for the undeserved treatment. She wasn’t the reason he was pissed.

That award went solely on a certain gangly moose’s shoulders.

Stupid Sam, sticking his nose into things that don’t concern him, he thought petulantly as he saw Cas and Sam walking towards him in the garage. Maybe he was being childish but Dean liked to think that he was allowed to be mad that his brother and best friend were going to be going with him to his super secret LARPing weekend with Charlie.

Ever since that awkward conversation in his room, Sam had been like a dog with a friggin’ bone.

“Oh, what should I wear,” Dean said, face screwed up as he mimicked Sam.

And the most annoying part was, Sam knew exactly what he was doing. Somehow Sam had found out about his plans this weekend and was taking every opportunity to tease him about it. No matter how many times Dean tried to play it off, Sam kept coming back at him. He wasn’t sure how his brother had found out; okay, maybe he could have been more discreet with his requests to Cas for supplies but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Sam was being a total ass and he’d managed to get Cas on his side.

Traitor.

“Are we ready to go, Dean,” Cas asked. “I’m looking forward to observing this ‘LARPing’ event though I highly suspect it will not be historically accurate.”

Sighing and realizing that there was no way he was going to get these two to stay behind now, Dean nodded and got into the car. “Yeah, now let’s get moving. I want to beat the traffic.”

Thankfully, Sam decided to keep his mouth shut on the way to the fairgrounds. There was a distinct air of brotherly smugness emanating from the passenger seat the whole drive there but he didn’t actually say anything besides suggesting that they stop for lunch around noon. The good thing was they made good time and soon they were pulling into the crowded parking lot. It didn’t take them long to unload the bags containing their gear and, at Sam’s knowing smirking, Dean begrudgingly took the lead in showing them through the camp even knowing that he was only giving Sam more fuel for the fire.

He should’ve brought some Nair with him.

It wasn’t until they were almost to the ornate tent decorated with the familiar crest of the Kingdom of Moons that he realized he’d totally forgotten one fact. Charlie was so going to be pissed that he was a day late to the battle. He was so freaking screwed. Taking a deep breath and bracing for the verbal chewing out he was due for, Dean led Sam and Cas to Charlie’s tent.

Dean guessed it was time to face the music.

#2 @deadlyangelkay - Submission: 3

Castiel followed the Winchester brothers in awe. He had seen this very park many times, in fact one of his and Dean’s more profound conversations in the very beginning of their friendship over to the right. But to see it now, now that the LARPing community had taken over, it was a thing of wonder.

A small smile finds it’s way to Castiel’s face as once again, the cleverness of humanity, of his father’s own creation, was able to transform the simple park to something that looked as if it had belonged in an episode of Game of Thrones.

“Will the Mother of Dragons be here as well?” Castiel finds himself asking. Dean doesn’t answer, his shoulders tense up as he walks faster towards one of the larger tents. Sam’s of no assistance either as he laughs and shakes his head, taunting his older brother.

Castiel doesn’t quiet understand why Dean is so upset. To be able to create the wonder such as this, Dean should be happy to enjoy it. The colors of the tents, rich maroons, golds and jades, give the feeling of majestic wonder. The men and women, dressed in period clothing, some with weapons, some without, chatter happily with each other. Even the smell of the food is getting to Castiel, making him wish more than ever that food and drink tasted more than molecules too him as he sees a pig – a full pig! - slowly roasting on a spit.

“Dean!” Cas calls out. “The have a full boar roasting!” he points to the spit where the Winchester brothers turn and smile fondly at the angel.

“Yeah, Cas.” Sam agrees.

“Come on, Cas. We don’t want to leave the Queen waiting.” Dean says, motioning for Cas to keep up.

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#4 @blue-reveries - Submission 3

Ah, now Sam can see why Dean has been acting like there’s a stick up his ass ever since they made it to the campground.

“---seriously Dean. You were supposed to be here yesterday, I’ve got that dude from Yesteryear on my ass and you promised you’d be here to help me out---”

Yeah, Charlie did not seem pleased.

Sure Sam had known from her phone call that Charlie was going to probably be a bit peeved at Dean but at some point he must have forgotten how seriously she took her position as Queen of Moondor. Dean, despite the evidence to the contrary on their way to the event, seemed unaffected by Charlie’s tirade besides looking slightly uncomfortable but Sam still felt a slight tinge of guilt at having held Dean up with all his purposefully annoying questions back at the bunker.

“Well, I guess I should just be happy you showed up,” Charlie sighed, flopping down in her throne ungracefully. “I’m honestly surprised a hunt didn’t pop up again so that you’d have to miss the whole weekend to chase down a chupacabra or a werewolf or something.”

“Actually, the moon isn’t in the correct lunar stage for a werewolf to turn,” Cas piped up. They looked over to see him poking at Charlie’s crown, peering intensely at the decorations.

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head but let Cas’ comment go. “I told you I was sorry I missed the last one, Charlie. I definitely would have rather been here than shooting up ghosts with rock salt.”

Standing back up, Charlie walked over and gave Dean a hug. “Yeah, I know; it’s just been a super stressful weekend and it’s barely started. These assholes are really trying to rain on my parade and you know how much I love my parade, Dean.”

Chuckling, Dean gave her a squeeze before they parted. “Believe me, I get it. But now that we’re here those dicks are going to really get it.”

Nodding, Charlie turned to look over at Sam and Cas. She smirked and gave them a speculative look. Sam wondered just what she was thinking and hoped that whatever evil plan she was hatching had to do with the Yesteryear guy or whoever was trying to take her down as Queen.

“I guess we can call it even,” she said to Dean before nodding at Cas and him. “I mean, you did bring me two strapping additions to my Queen’s guard.”

Sam and Cas both looked at her with keen interest while Dean made a sound of protest.

“Now wait a minute, you made me be your handmaiden since I was ‘still new’ for ages before I got promoted to knight but Sam and Cas just get to be knights right off the bat,” Dean grumbled, looking more than put out at this suggestion. Sam tried to resist the brotherly urge to preen while Cas just seemed content to sit back and watch the proceedings.

“Oh, you know I only called you handmaiden to mess with you, you’ve always been a knight,” Charlie said, waving away his protest. Dean scowled and proceeded to pout without looking to obvious about it and Sam fought the instinct to tease. Charlie nodded at towards him and Cas again. “I think a trio of bulky men-types such as yourselves is exactly what we need right now. Can you imagine that weenie from the orcs’ side’s face when he come for negotiations and sees you guys backing me up. He’ll be shaking in his boots.”

The evil smirk on Charlie’s face made Sam make a mental note never to underestimate her again.

“Let’s get you boys geared up. We’ve got a meeting with the enemy to get to.”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years

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Route 666- Part 2

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,477

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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The Day Cassie Broke His Heart

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Part One

You and the Winchesters decided to go check out another crime scene. Another driver was hit and rumor has it, they saw a black truck head right towards them. You didn’t know what you would find but you hoped it would be a simple case so you could leave town quickly.

“Did the cops check for additional dinting on Jimmy's car, see if it was pushed?” Dean asked, approaching Cassie and an older gentleman.

“Who is this?” The man asked Cassie.

“Dean and Sam Winchester, and Y/N Y/L/N. Family friends. This is Mayor Harold Todd.”

“There's one set of tire tracks. One. It doesn't point to foul play.” The mayor said.

“Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you. If you're indifferent about...” Cassie stopped herself before she could say no more.

“Indifferent!” The mayor interrupted her.

“Would you close the road if the victims were white?” She accused. You looked at Cassie and then at the mayor.

“You suggesting I'm racist Cassie? I'm the last person you should talk to like that.” He glared slightly.

“And why is that?” She wondered.

“Why don’t you ask your mother?” He walked away then and you sighed. This case barely begun and you were already ready to call it a day. You didn’t want to be here anymore.

You and the brothers found a motel room to stay for the night. You were surprised Cassie didn’t offer Dean to stay with her since she was so hung up on him. You were getting ready to go very professional and you were ready to cry. You didn’t know one man who could bring this much emotion out of you. Just like Dean, you shut yourself off from the world and didn’t share anything with anyone.

Then Dean met Cassie and he poured his heart out to her. You met a man that brought out emotions like that. In fact, you met a man who you shared everything with and he was less than 10 feet away from you. He didn’t even know it.

“I'll say this for her, she's fearless.” Sam said, getting ready. You knew Sam was just trying to find out more information even if it was breaking your heart.

“Mm-hmm.” Dean said, fixing his tie. You pulled up your hair in a bun and fixed your blazer.

“Bet she kicked your ass a couple of times.” Sam grinned. Dean looked at his brother but then back at himself.

“Yeah, I did.” You muttered. You weren’t sure if any brother heard you but if they did, they made no move to comment.

“What's interesting is you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she's not looking, she checks you out when you look away. It's just a… just an interesting observation in a.... you know... observationally interesting way.” Sam said, grinning like a fool.

“It’s not that interesting.” You said a little louder.

“You know what, Y/N, I’m sick and tired of you commenting on every little thing about her. You have a problem?” Dean turned towards you.

“Can you even say that right now? Who was it that you came to after you guys broke up, huh? Who was it that tried to make you forget about what happened, huh? I hate her, Dean and you did too before she called you.” You raised your voice, standing up.

“Guys, don’t fight, please.” Sam sighed.

“No, you don’t get to interfere with my life. I never wanted your help in the first place!” Dean yelled at you. You nodded and looked down. What he said was the knife that stabbed your heart.

“Fine, after this case, consider me gone.” You grabbed your phone and your shoes, stalking out of the motel room. If Dean wanted you out of his life, he would get that wish.

You never said a word to Dean when he and Sam joined you. You were in the backseat, looking out the window when they got in. Dean didn’t say a word as he drove off. You didn’t know where you were going but you didn’t care. All you cared about was getting this case the hell over.

Dean stopped at the docks but you decided to stay in the car.

“Are you coming?” Sam asked. Dean got out of the car and wasn’t going to talk to you.

“Yeah, I’ll catch up.” You said without looking at Sam. He sighed and got out of the car, walking with his brother, out of sight. You got out of the Impala and leaned against it. All your life, all you ever wished for, was Dean. He was your dream man. He was the man you looked up to and you even wanted to become a person like he was. Before Cassie, he had a big heart.

You’re not saying that after Cassie, he didn’t have a big heart but you rarely got to see that. Cassie ruined Dean and you wished so badly to take that away from him. You wanted to be the one who kisses his pain away and to hold him when he needed someone.

You believe that for every one person, there is a soulmate in the world for you. You may not be their soulmate but you knew who yours was. Dean Winchester. Some level, you think that maybe, Cassie was his. You didn’t want to think that way but he never looked at you twice after her.

Growing up, you thought you would end together and become a happy couple. Man, if only you saw the future.

“A truck,” You heard Dean say as the men made their way over back to the car. “Keeps coming up, doesn't it?”

“You know, I was thinking. You heard of the flying dutchman?” Sam asked. Both men came into view and you sighed to yourself.

“Yeah, a ghost ship, infused with the Captain's evil spirit. It was basically part of him.” Dean said.

“So, what if we're dealing with the same thing? You know, a phantom truck, an extension of some bastard's ghost, re-enacting past crimes.” Sam said, getting closer to you.

“The crimes, they all seem connected to Cassie and her family.” Dean said, walking next to the driver’s seat.

“Alright. Well, you work that angle, go talk to her.” Sam said, looking at you.

“Yeah I will,” You felt Dean’s eyes on you as he continued. “Alone.”

“Oh, and you might also wanna mention that other thing.” Sam suggested.

“What other thing?”

“The serious, unfinished business?” Dean stayed silent and you knew what was happening. “Dean, what is going on between you two?”

“Alright, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said,” Dean shrugged. Sam waited for Dean to continue and he sighed. “Okay, a lot more. Maybe. And I told her our secret, about what we do. And I shouldn't have.”

“Ah look man, everybody's gotta open up to someone sometime.” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah I don't. It was stupid to get that close. I mean, look how it ended.” Dean sighed to himself.

“Yeah, I know how you feel.” You muttered to yourself. Dean looked at you and for a second, you saw hurt flashing in his eyes but it was gone. He looked at Sam to see him smiling like crazy and he rolled his eyes.

“Would you stop?” Dean huffed out.

“You loved her.” Sam concluded. It hurt you to hear someone else say that.

“Oh, God.” Dean sighed.

“You were in love with her, but you dumped her.” No, Sam, it was the other way around. But silence from Dean, made Sam think otherwise.

“Oh, wow. She dumped you.”

“Yeah, she dumped him. Can we go now?” You snapped, getting inside the car. No argument came from either boy as Dean drove off. He decided to drop you off at the motel with Sam as he went to Cassie’s house. Now that Dean was gone, you were free to express how you felt.

You started crying and you stormed inside the motel, slamming the door open.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t do this to yourself.” Sam sighed, walking inside the room.

“Why, Sam, because everything is okay? Nothing is okay!” You yelled, going to the mini bar inside the room. You needed alcohol if you were going to do this.

“I didn’t say that.” Sam sat on the bed.

“Sam, you weren’t there when he came to me, crying because of what she did. Sam, he was so heartbroken that I wanted to wring her neck for doing that to him. He loved her and she shot him down because he told her the truth.” You got the vodka out and started drinking it out of the mini shot bottles.

“I understand that.” Sam sighed.

“Do you? Do you really? Was it like that with Jessica? Did she have a man who broke her heart and then she came crying back to you because of it? Did she go back to that other man when he called? No, she didn’t so how the hell would you know how I feel?” You emptied the next bottle and didn’t care about the burn. Sam didn’t know what to say but you decided to keep on talking.

“It broke my heart to see him like that and when she calls, he ran back to her like a puppy. No regards of how I may have felt or what he felt that day. And then he goes and takes her side over mine? Dean’s right, I’m better off by myself. I’m leaving once this case is over.” You sighed, owning another bottle.

“No, Y/N, don’t say that. Dean wasn’t thinking straight. He didn’t mean what he said.” Sam sighed.

“That’s the scary part because yeah he did.” You let more tears fall and you ended up drinking more than half of the liquor stash before Sam cut you off. He wasn’t going to let you kill yourself over a man. You passed out soon enough after that.

When you woke, you found out from Sam that the mayor had died the same way. You had a hangover, a major one, but you had to fight it as you got ready. You couldn’t believe this was happening again. What the hell was going on here?

You and Sam were waiting for Dean when he approached you and Sam.

“He's with me.” Sam said, showing the ID to that was going to Dean. He nodded and backed off, walking away.

“Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the hotel,” Sam said, a knowing smile on his face. “I'm guessing you guys worked things out?”

“Wait, you had sex with her? I can’t believe you, Dean.” You looked at him, hurt was written all over your face.

“Yeah, I did have sex with her and you know what? I loved it.” You willed the tears that threatened to fall.

“I can’t wait to get the hell away from you.” You said, your voice cracking. You never thought you would see the day that you separated from Dean.

“So, what happened?” Dean asked Sam, ignoring you.

“Every bone crushed. Internal organs are turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, it's like something ran him over.” Sam said, wishing you and his brother wouldn’t fight. He would love to see you and Dean together but he didn’t want to see the fighting.

“Something like a truck?” Dean asked.

“Yeah.”

“Tracks?”

“Nope.”

“What was the mayor doing here, anyways?” Dean wondered.

“He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago.” Sam explained.

“But he's white, he doesn't fit the pattern.” Dean said.

“Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either.” Sam said.

“That’s because it ties to Cassie and her family, the people she knew, dumbass.” You said to Dean and walked away from them. You got in the car, slamming the door.

You watched as Sam and Dean talked for a few minutes but you didn’t hear a word that was being said. You knew it was about you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Dean and Sam got in the car and Dean took off. When Dean got to the motel, Sam got out. You were about to get out but Dean stopped you.

“You’re coming with me.” He pulled away from the motel and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, yay. Is the bitch going to be there too?” You asked, being very petty about it. Dean growled but decided not to say anything. He took you to the newspaper office where Cassie worked. Once inside, Cassie found you two and brought you to a computer for Dean to use. You glared at Cassie as you sat next to Dean, watching as he typed shit in.

“Here,” Cassie said, handing both you and Dean a cup of coffee.

“Thanks. So, I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60s and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper.” Dean said, searching stuff up about it.

“Not surprising. Probably minimal policework too. Back then equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here.” Cassie said, getting close to Dean. Dean’s phone rang and she stepped back, letting him answer it. You assumed it was Sam because Dean wasn’t surprised at who called.

“Hey, Y/N, can I speak to you for a moment?” Cassie said. You set your coffee down and followed her to a private and small room, where no one would bother you.

“What’s up?” You asked even though you already knew why she wanted to talk to you.

“I don’t appreciate how you’re treating me.” She said. You laughed humorlessly and nodded your head.

“How I’m treating you? Come on, you deserve it after what happened back then.”

“Yeah, exactly, back then. Can’t you let the past go?” she sighed.

“No, Cassie, I can’t. Not when Dean is involved. You messed with his feelings and I was the one who picked it up for him. You are a selfish bitch who doesn’t care about anyone but herself. I can do a lot more to you than I did back then. Dean doesn’t deserve you and you sure as hell don’t deserve him.

“You got his hopes up and dropped him like he was nothing and you’re doing it again. It isn’t fair to him and you know it. If you don’t see a future with him, leave him the fuck alone. He’s already been through enough shit, no thanks to you. So please, do us all a favor and back the fuck off.” You glared at her and opened the door, slamming it as you walked out. You had enough of her bullshit for one lifetime.

Part Three

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WEEKLY RP PROMPT 2

It's summer, and that means blockbuster season has officially hit! The latest in troll Star Wars (The Second in the Trilogy of the Story In Which A Young Troll Fights a False Empire to Restore The Old Republic) now has a date. The sequel to the prize-winning Aquatic Horrorterrors Ascend to Consume the Planet and are Valiantly Fought by Mechanical Hoofbeasts has just been released. The Fleetside Entertainer’s Guild is hard at work to entertain the masses, but there's been an error this half-sweep. The latest piece of not one, but two major rainbow-drinker franchises have just been released, and the planet is going absolutely mad.

Every theatre, minor and major, is featuring JOURNALS OF AN IMMORTAL ANCESTRAL RAINBOWDRINKER, or the latest TROLL TWILIGHT. Every news network is covering them. Social media is filled with brawls between TEAM LESTAT and TEAM EDWARD, and worse yet, every FLARPing convention is suffering from a sudden surplus of players sporting fake fangs and jade. Have your trolls been caught up in the chaos? Do they have opinions, or are they just waiting for the madness to end?

ID: quick someone fill me in on what a lestat is.

SA: a character of significant rainbow drinker fiction.

ID: and why people are fucking fighting over it- oh.

SA: hadean did you know google can be your friend too.

SA: because it can.

SA: just as it is my friend.

SA: 😃

ID: pris i could smack your smartmouth off of you sometimes. =:P

WC: ~(He's a drinker who's not quite up to the times) WC: ~(Really quite handsome~!)

ID: it's called starting a conversation.

SA: ❤

SA: Oh, do you read the series, WC?

WC: ~(And then Edward is uh) WC: ~(Creepy ^^)

ID: is edward his mate or.

ID: his kismesis maybe?

WC: ~(I've seen the movies, but I don't have much time to read I'm afraid ono)

WC: ~(No, Edward is a different series entirely)

ID: how many rainbowdrinker series do we need. =:I

WC: ~(Though the author of Lestat's saga keeps having people culled for writing stories about it)

SA: until everyone has their unsettling fly by night romances fulfilled.

ID: hahahah woowwww.

SA: that's horrific.

WC: ~(Come to think of it I think she may have also joined the church........)

WC: ~(A sad end to a good looking drinker story (─n─) )

SA: they... joined the church...

WC: ~(Uh huh)

WC: ~(It was weird)

ID: figures.

ID: you'd think rainbowdrinkers would be considered overplayed by now.

WC: ~(And then the Edward series author is also kind of insane) WC: ~(But at least she doesn't cull people for fanfiction)

SA: Didn't her series inspire 50 shades.

WC: ~(Surprisingly they're not) WC: ~(But then again, they DO tend to be kind of pretty)

WC: ~(WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT)

SA: oh.

SA: okay.

WC: ~(>-< !!!!!!!)

ID: i mean. they're not all pretty.

SA: i see it is a source of agony for you. Ia pologize.

ID: some of them look like. nosferatu.

WC: ~(Have you ever seen a drinker in a movie that wasn't super hot) WC: ~(People are very biased towards the pretty)

WC: ~(Well, more recent movies) WC: ~(They used to be quite a bit scarier looking!)

ID: i think the older movies depicted them more accurately.

WC: ~(Then everyone wanted the dark and brooding trolls apparently)

WC: ~(Troll Edward also watches people while they sleep) WC: ~(Ugh)

WC: ~(I'd beat someone with a wrench for that.......)

SA: Oh like me.

ID: that's fucking sketchy as fuck.

ID: ...

SA: I assocate with this character already.

SA: I am joking

ID: pris.

SA: it is a joke.

WC: ~(Are you going to watch me while I sleep SA)

ID: oh.

ID: you're a hard one to read sometimes pris.

SA: But not always, and that's just enough for me to not be immensely unsettling 24/7.

SA: No, I will not watch you sleep, WC.

WC: ~(Well, I'll just inform ID we have company then ~u^)

WC: ~(Uh) WC: ~(The not Hadean ID) WC: ~(Man that's still so weird)

ID: ahahah i guess i fit in even wearing em's shirt now. everyone is wearing jade it seems like.

ID: yeah, well. i'm not changing my tag. =:P

WC: ~(Oh, please don't! It's quite nice!)

WC: ~(It just feels weird because ID hates being called by his name so he's just ID)

SA: what a strange thing to be bothered by.

SA: 😦

ID: oh. well, my name rocks so. call me by it all you want.

WC: ~(It just takes some getting used to)

SA: yes. if you want bonus points, make sure you call him professor hadeon.

WC: ~(Your name does rock, I agree)

WC: ~(Professor?)

SA: much like gliese is the dean of clown university.

WC: ~(Oh my god what)

ID: hahahah here we go.

SA: I have orange juice and i have never been better right now.

WC: ~(Is it orange juice or orange faygo)

SA: it's orange juice because faygo is for plebians.

WC: ~(Because you're sounding like quite the mirthful posterchild)

SA: a yellowblood associating with the cult would be a deathwish.

WC: ~(Faygo is for plebians) WC: ~(I think we're going to get along well ^^)

ID: faygo tastes like plastic and regrets so.

SA: fanta is much better.

WC: ~(It tastes like pure sugar)

WC: ~(Now Tab on the other hand)

ID: the fuck is a fanta.

WC: ~(I take it you haven't seen the commercials)

ID: i don't watch stuff.

SA: They are very catchy.

SA: isn't tab just a knockoff.

WC: ~ (https://youtu.be/F614uU3DsqM?t=14s)

WC: ~(For some reason I could only find one in a different language?)

SA: las fantas son muy divertida.

ID: so that's why you like fanta, huh pris? =:P

SA: No, that's not at all why I like fanta.

WC: ~(Hehe if you say so!) WC: ~(I don't speak whatever language that is I'm afraid)

WC: ~(Fanta is alright, but it's a bit too fruity for me)

SA: strawberry is the best.

SA: also why did you say it like that, Hadean...

ID: it was a joke pris.

SA: are you implying i am attracted to lowbloods in skanty clothes singing about sugary drinks.

SA: if so the answer is yes.

WC: ~(Oh my!)

SA: (the answer is actually no)

WC: ~(Scandalous!)

ID: pffttt.

ID: i don't drink soda. i just drink water.

SA: You could be a fanta singer in your renfaire outfit.

SA: Nothing else? just water?

WC: ~(I did see chainmail bikinis there) WC ~(So anything is possible!)

WC: ~(Chainmail bikinis.......why.........)

ID: ah yes. my dreams of being a face for a soda company will come true.

ID: i mean. water is free.

ID: and i have yet to find a soda river to drink out of.

SA: you can't just... drink river water.

SA: it could have the ecol.i s.

ID: look at me. drinking river water.

ID: and rain barrel water.

SA: I am going to strangle you.

ID: and sometimes puddles.

SA: oh, chainmail bikinis. My favorite is the leia outfit. I see that a lot at inappropriate times.

WC: ~(I wonder what the blueprints for a homebrew water purifier would look like)

WC: ~(Hmmmm)

SA: Hadean >:'(

WC: ~(Well I know what I'm doing tonight, thanks for the idea~)

ID: anytime i guess.

SA: they make tabs for it, too.

ID: when you're thirsty water is water pris.

ID: bugs in it is just. extra protein. =:P

ID: and dirt is minerals!

WC: ~(I suppose there's worse things in the world than dirty water)

WC: ~(Where do you live?)

ID: i travel. so. everywhere.

WC: ~(Oooh exciting!)

WC: ~(I travel too! But not very often. I'm busy a lot!)

WC: ~(What's your favorite place you've been so far?)

ID: uhhh. found a really pretty waterfall once. looked like it came out of a fucking painting. spent a while there, plenty of stuff to eat around there. that was probably my favorite. nice and empty.

WC: ~(Oh that sounds wonderful) WC: ~(Where was it?)

ID: i don't really do maps. so.... way far east.

SA: what is it you do, WC? SA: do you have any photos, Hadean/

WC: ~(Hmmmm) WC: ~(Time to do some exploring next time I'm out there!)

WC: ~(I work with machines)

ID: i dunno, i'd have to look around and get back to you pris. what sort of machines?

WC: ~(Building, blueprints, parts transfer) WC: ~(All that good stuff)

WC: ~(Anything, really. But my pride and joy is my ship. I built it with my own two hands)

SA: A ship?

SA: as in, for water or air or space.

WC: ~(Yep! It runs on steam with a power core backup)

WC: ~(The air)

SA: hmm.

ID: neat.

ID: as long as ti never crashes i mean.

WC: ~(I'd need a lot more material for a spaceship) WC: ~(Plus, there's the issue of working on the oxygen systems) WC: ~(I haven't figured that one out yet)

WC: ~(It's never crashed yet!)

WC: ~(That's how I get from place to place when I'm going far away)

ID: i see. i usually just ride my lusus.

WC: ~(Mine is a bit too ornery to be ridden. She'll throw you right off if she feels like it.) WC: ~(What is your lusus?)

ID: big horned hoofbeast.

WC: ~(!!!)

WC: ~(Cute!)

WC: ~( (˙❀‿❀˙))

ID: he's pretty cute, yeah.

WC: ~(Does he ever do that thing) WC: ~(Where he bumps you with his nose)

SA: do.. domestic animals do that/

WC: ~(Sure!)

WC: ~(All the time!)

WC: ~(It's how they get attention)

ID: when he wants me to scratch him or shit, yeah.

ID: or he'll just rub his head on me.

WC: ~(That's precious and I love your lusus)

WC: ~(SA, are you not around domestic animals often? :( )

SA: Oh, cats sometimes rub their heads on ankles.

SA: No, not really.

WC: ~(My Paintball does that all the time) WC: ~(He'll just rub my legs and sometimes try to trip me) WC: ~(He's adorable)

SA: I want to meet... your lusus, Hadean. Horned hoofbeast is not specific enough.

SA: I wish I could have a cat, but unfortunately.

SA: Is paintball a cat?

WC: ~(Yep~)

ID: well come by and you can meet him. bring him an apple and he'll be your friend forever.

WC: ~(ID and my other friend were covered in paint when they brought him in) WC: ~(And they had apparently been involved in a paintball war and got him out of a tree) WC: ~(So they say ;P) WC: ~(And now he's mine and I love him)

WC: ~(I can send you pictures of mine if you'd like SA)

SA: Oh, right, I'm on my way to pick up your flowers again.

SA: Please do.

SA: I love cats.

ID: sweet. do i get sushi too.

WC: ~(https://gyazo.com/e8c8dd919483d303548908110ca0d8d9)

WC: ~(Lookit!)

SA: I need six.

SA: yes, i will bring you a sushi plate.

WC: ~(If I see any kitten adoption boxes, I'll tell you!)

SA: thank you.

RS: | Oh | Are You Delivering Sushi | ? | =:P |

SA: to Hadean, yes.

SA: Oh, i left his bouqet on your patio. I apologize.

ID: i'm probably gonna clear out of this hotel room soon pris, so. we can meet up somewhere.

RS: | Oh | That's Fine | I Saw | and Put It In Water | So | RS: | They should be Healthy Enough |

SA: thank you, Pheres.

SA: Where will we meet?

ID: where ever you want pris, name the place and i'll probably find it.

SA: mmm...

SA: Let's meet near the blue section of the fair. There is lemonade I would like to try before I go.

SA: I will see you soon then?

ID: got it, lemonade at the blue circle. try not to fall asleep. =:P

SA: I am wide awake for once, thankfully.

SA: ! here is my daily exclaimation point to prove it.

ID: well damn, can't argue that logic.

ID: sushi is weird. edible, but weird.

SA: it helps if you put soy sauce on the one with just salmon and rice.

SA: hello I'm back at my hotel

DD: wait are you putting soy sauce on sushi or just rice salmon DD: because i love sushi but ive never really had a chance to try it above water and its a little hard to find it around here now that im in the desert! DD: and i guess before i mostly ate it underwater and you can imagine how trying to put a liquid condiment on anything works in that context!

DD: besides soy sauce is salty and the ocean is already all about that

ID: ....uh yeah it's sushi. why are you in the desert. that seems like the worst place for a fish.

SA: sashimi, I believe. I'm sorry you aren't able to get it where you are. Maybe if you find a city?

ID: what the fuck is sashimi.

SA: soy sauce has flabor

RS: | Fish | ! |

DD: im in a city! DD: or i guess its more like a town because i guess its pretty quaint DD: im not sure how big cities have to be but there arent even any sky scrapers here!

RS: | | I Assume | ? | =:? |

SA: no, I'm stupid. It's nigiri 🍣

DD: and the ocean has flavor too but i guess the flavor is mostly called fish excrement which sounds a lot less appealing than soy sauce

ID: what the fuck is a nigiri.

DD: though i guess i dont know what soy sauce is made of either

SA: 🍣 the little fish slices with rice on the platter I brought you

ID: ...hah. soy sauce is made out of. soy?

DD: thats called nigiri yes!

DD: soy what though?? DD: like those little cubes of fake meat i heard those are soy too

SA: a big city would be much better for fish, yes. You should try to find a port. That would be the best place.

DD: though i dont see why you would want fake meat when you can just have some nice fish

ID: so they. all have their own name? that seems confusing.

DD: i thought i was going to be in a port!!! DD: its CALLED port mina

SA: yes. Sashimi is just fish. Fresh. Nigiri is fresh fish sliced with rice.

DD: but its just desert everywhere!

ID: heyyy port port.

SA: sushi is. Sushi

SA; why do you keep calling it port port...

DD: and SA thats like saying sandwiches are sandwiches!

SA: that sounds. Horrid

DD: like sure theyre all sandwiches but its not like a fish salad sandwich is the same as a cheeseburger!

ID: mina means port or whatever.

ID: so the name means port port.

DD: wait really? DD: i thought it was like

DD: mina meenah condesce

ID: i don't know. i think i remembered right.

DD: and maybe they just didnt know how to spell

ID: i mean. why would you name a lowblood town after the condesce.

II: To honor her, presumably.

II: But perhaps it's just a coincidence.

DD: well its not really entirely a lowblood town! DD: i just met up with the nicest blueblood banker they complimented my bow! DD: and yes of course theres no need to restrict honoring our lovely sovereign to specific castes!

DD: regardless i will be one very happy travelor if i find myself some sushi as unlikely as that is! DD: i miss eel

DD: eel is the best

II: ...goodness, I just looked up that town, what on Alternia are you doing in the desert, sovereign?

DD: especially acid-fried

II: Are you lost?

ID: congrats you met the most boring of the three bluebloods there i think.

DD: ... do you think i could order some of that to go?

DD: do they deliver to deserts?

ID: assume probably not.

II: Haha! I don't think anyone delivers that far.

DD: and of course im not lost! DD: im on vacation exactly where i need to be! DD: a working vacation i guess haha because im still working but regardless its all very sanctioned and work-related

DD: just some company troubles is all

DD: and oh really?

DD: ... not even if you pay them a lot?

ID: ...what are you working on in a lowblood town.

DD: i gave myself cravings 😢

II: Oh, well. That makes sense. But it does seem potentially bad for your health.

II: I hope you don't dry out.

ID: and i mean. they can try but by the time they get to you it'd be gross probs.

DD: fancy, fancy things that i cant tell you about for reasons related to nondisclosure agreements and also the integrity of my company! DD: but mostly starship things

DD: theres a helmstraining facility out here!

DD: theyre very helpful in that regard

ID: yeahhh there sure is.

II: Oh, a helm facility? Fascinating.

SA: helmstraining facility... in port Mina.

SA: unpleasant.

II: Oh, I see now. Station 11, is that right?

DD: well no not strictly in the city but the city (town??) is the closest place to

DD: yes station 11!!!

RS: | Oh | Don't Say That | Haha | RS: | Ah | We've got People Who Work There on Here | RS: | They would be | Distressed |

DD: the closest place to station 11 with you know beds and showers and things like that

ID: don't fret about it pris.

ID: i think the station mostly keeps to itself.

DD: and oh dear why is that unpleasant? DD: much more pleasant than requiring the poor locals to travel all the way out to where *Ii usually live!!

SA: I'm not fretting but after what Gliese said about the area I am surprised there would be one there.

SA: I am only concerned about the imperial hunters.

SA: and they are preoccupied right now.

ID: it's why gliese is there pris. now hush up.

DD: um!

DD: the what now?

SA: 🤷‍♀️ nothing

II: Imperial hunters? What, like legislacerators?

DD: wow that is all very suspicious

ID: the folks he works for sometimes, chillax.

DD: but also in that kind of edgy way people our age use when they want to be cool

SA: I don't want to he cool, thank you.

DD: so i will go ahead and buy in and i assure you im very impressed!!

II: Oh, don't be unkind, DD.

II: I'd say we don't have enough information to assume that.

DD: im not being unkind! DD: ... a little bit too forward maybe! DD: my apologies i was being entirely sincere!

SA: 🙄

II: Conclusions without cause and all.

ID: pris finds stuff, it's his job.

II: I for one am intrigued.

DD: thats a very generalized job description? DD: what kinds of things do you find? DD: lost items? DD: items that are lost after you find them? DD: fears?

DD: i read the most interesting story once about a psionic

ID: whatever he gets paid to find, duh.

DD: her powers were that she could find anything! and of course the writer write the trickiest plot twist DD: she eventually defeated her greatest enemy by finding his greatest fear!

SA: people, usually.

II: ...That sounds more like an empath's ability.

DD: and oh alright thats sensical of course i was just trying to inject some DRAMA into it

SA: yes. Much more empathetic

DD: well she could find items too!

SA: empaths can also detect an emotion attached to an item

ID: op main character please nerf.

II: I don't think this person had much experience of actual psiionics, abilities don't often intersect like that.

SA: 🤷‍♀️ sounds op to me 😂

DD: well i suppose so DD: i believe the writer was jade DD: i dont suppose they get out much to see anybody when theyve got all those cavern duties and such!

DD: and what does that mean SA?

II: Overpowered.

DD: the emotions i mean!

ID: typical highbloods writing about junk they know nothing about.

ID: uh.

DD: er

II: Oh, I think SA is amused.

ID: team edward or team lestat.

DD: no i mean

DD: oh goodness this chat moves quickly

DD: what does it mean that items have emotions attached to them?

SA: yes. I'm amused.

DD: and also team edward

SA: lets go with that.

DD: definitely edward

II: ...what

DD: also also i dont think a jadeblood really qualifies for a highblood haha

II: What are we even talking about now

RS: | ! | ! | Why Edward | ? |

DD: theyre just barely halfway!

II: Who are these trolls

ID: i'm rust, everything is high. =:P

II: Lestat and Edward

ID: man ii, get with the movies.

II: I'm usually too busy to go to the cinema, alas.

DD: well hes so romantic isnt he rs??? DD: he goes so far to show his dedication to his matesprit and oh

DD: i would love to have a matesprit that loves me that much

DD: sigh

RS: | It is a Delightful Media Chain | II | ! | RS: | Or | Er | Two |

SA: watching them sleep?

DD: (i would also love to have some smoked eel but i suppose we cant always get what we want)

SA: who are we talking about.

RS: | And | Oh | Haha | RS: | Yes | He is Rather Romantic | But | RS: | Isn't Lestat Moreso | ? |

RS: | Consider | His Dedication | ! |

SA: I thought Lestat was an utter prick

DD: to protect them!! DD: and because he just cant keep himself away DD: he is enamored

II: ...that sounds frankly disturbing, is this movie supposed to be a PSA about what to avoid in quadrants?

SA: perhaps.

DD: what no of course not!!!

SA: have you heard of its sequel? Fifty shades?

SA: 😂

DD: have you never considered that a quadrant might need protection??

II: Oh, _that._ I only know it because the firm gossiped about it.

II: It sounds dreadful.

DD: and oh my goodness DD: somebody lent me that book once!

DD: i er

DD: did not expect it to be about that kind of thing!

II: Any quadrant of mine would be quite capable of protecting themselves, without me having to _stare_ at them during the day, goodness.

ID: 50 shades, some dumb little rust gets manipulated to fuck by a highblood. unhealthy as fuck from the reviews i'm reading.

II: Truly atrocious, I agree, ID.

DD: well im sure he wasnt just sitting there staring at them the whole time that sounds awfully boring

RS: | Oh | But | II | ! |

DD: thats not the way its meant to be read and really i think youre extrapolating an awful lot from that scene!

RS: | It's not about |- NEEDING -| to Watch Them throughout the Day |

RS: | It is a Testament to the Strength of His Pity | that He would Choose to Do So |

DD: its about the dedication it takes to

DD: yes!

DD: he loves them!

SA: we found someone more idealistic than me

RS: | It's Really Quite Romantic |

sA: I am so pleased

II: ...It sounds like a frank waste of time and like he doesn't trust them.

II: Which is incredibly troubling.

ID: seems fucking intrusive and creepy to me.

DD: really! DD: you lot are making an awful lot of assumptions about the nature of a relationship especially you II given you havent even read the novel!

RS: | Haha | Well | RS: | Passion often Does Seem Unsettling to the Less Romantic of Us | =:P |

II: At this point I don't think I need to.

II: I am quite romantic!

II: But I think I have rather...different ideals.

ID: i mean i guess, sure. =:P

DD: well i for one would love to have a matesprit that shows that sort of passion and dedication

II: To me, respecting my quadrants' privacy seems a lot more romantic.

SA:I find most of twilights actions to e infantilizing their lover

SA: they cannot possibly help themselves and so forth

DD: have you ever read a pity romance novel sa???

RS: | That They would do Anything for Them |

DD: the point is the pity

II: ...if they would do anything for them, why not _show_ them performing some daring act. It sounds like proposing that a law is sound because of its intensity, and not actually trying to prove it based on evidence of its effectiveness.

SA: pitying someone is different form thinking of them as an invalid

RS: | But | He was Feeling Lovelorn | Wasn't That Right | DD | ? |

DD: its not a reflection of the respective relationship members capabilities but rather the depths of the pity they feel for one another

RS: | Oh | He Does | ! |

DD: well they do that too ii!!

II: What happened to showing pity through gifts or affection. My goodness.

SA: if someone treated me that way I would remove them

DD: you all strike me as rather unromantic sorts i am afraid

II: Nonsense!

DD: aside from rs of course

SA: he constantly interferes in her business and then acts like she can't be helped when another individual "enters his turf"

II: On one of my dates, the lovely girl I was accompanied by presented me with a very charming wildlife specimen.

II: It was incredibly sweet!

RS: | Ah | But | Prisma | RS: | What Makes It so Romantic is the Fact She Regularly Offers up the Opportunity for Him to Do So |

RS: | It is a Reciprocated Pity |

DD: alternative interpretation! DD: he helps them when they are struggling and goes out of his way to prove his loyalty in the face of pushy competitors!

RS: | Otherwise | Why | It would Just be Alarming |

DD: and yes also what rs said!

II: But it was of her own volition and not some sort of...I don't even know what to call this, from what I hear about it, some sort of bizarrely compelled dysfunction?

DD: whatever do you mean??

SA: but she wanted nothing to do with him multiple times...

DD: of course the relationship was of both participatnts volitions DD: and sa really if somebody wants nothing to do with another person who is if you recall warning her away then would she really continue returning to him?

DD: this is what i mean by unromantic! DD: its as though you have never flirted before

II: ...this sounds like remarkably inconsistent behavior. Perhaps she is unwell.

DD: what??

DD: its playing hard to get

SA: it sounds like someone who has been entrapped and is completely dependent on their lover

II: That sounds ridiculous.

SA: due to abuse

DD: and showing that despite what you may say at times you are deeply invested in a relationship

DD: what

SA: 😡

II: If you want to be with someone, why would you dance around the issue?

DD: in what way is she entrapped and dependent???????????

II: And pretend otherwise?

DD: because you dont want to look desperate!!

II: It is not desperate to want to be with someone...?

SA: she told him to leave and he came back and got her repeatedly

SA: some people aren't playing hard to get they want to e left alone

II: Indeed, SA is right.

DD: yes and then he left and told her not to follow and she went after him anyways and its called being there for each other

SA: but hard to get is a convenient excuse to keep pursuing them beyond their comfort

II: ...that sounds like ignoring consent, to me.

DD: they save each other many times in this way!!

DD: and you still didnt answer about your entrapment comment!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SA: if a friend followed me when I told them not to follow I would be upset because it would have jeopardized them

RS: | Oh | Some People Are just Keen to be Left Alone | And That is an Important Thing to Know | But | RS: | You |- DON'T -| want to Look Desperate |

SA: and I clearly was handling it

RS: | That is a Valid Way to Feel | Prisma | But | Oh | Consider | If | Hmm |

II: Certainly, there are times when a moirail or ashen leaf might know better for their partners, but even then, such things ought to be discussed consensually.

RS: | Also | They Are Your Matesprit |

II: And particularly in a red(?) relationship, as I assume this to be, it is extremely uncouth to interfere with your partner so.

II: ...that is called life. You can't always be with your matesprit, that would make the relationship hugely uncomfortable. You have to trust them.

ID: okay from what i'm reading this edward is really possessive.

RS: | Mm | ! | But Wouldn't You Wonder | If They had been Saying Do Not Follow Them | RS: | Simply to Look More Pitiable to You | ? |

RS: | Flushed Romance is Mirror to Pale Romance |

RS: | And That is a Classic Trope |

DD: also additionally i think you are greatly overexaggerating her desire to be left alone! DD: she never tells him to leave multiple times she is like maybe kind of miffed one time and then is always very happy to have him present! DD: you are all talking so much about how clearly she wants to be left alone and hates him and are ignoring the fact that its written from her point of view when it is made very clear that she is deeply in love and adores having him around and thinks about him all the time

ID: does the bellae character have other quads?

RS: | She Eventually Becomes Pitch with the Dayshifter |

II: ...if someone told me to not follow them, I would assume they were thinking clearly and not like a cheaply written romance novel.

RS: | After a Long Period of Attempted Red Courtship | in Which She is Torn Between Him and Edward |

ID: and how does. edward react to the blossoming black relationship?

DD: yes except he followed her because his psionic clademember warned him she was in danger not beause he was just randomly following her!!!!

DD: and then he saved her life!!

DD: because he loves her!!

DD: also for people that are very concerned with the potential lack of consent in this relationship you are doing an awful lot of ignoring of bellaes feelings and all the times she makes it very clear she loves and appreciates edward!

SA: no because I like to believe the people I surround myself with would be willing to tell me the truth of their situation and not trying to pity flirt with me

II: ...did she ASK the psiionic clademember to keep an eye on her.

RS: | So Being Jealous would be Silly |

ID: ...what.

RS: | II | You should Read the Book | ! |

RS: | The Books |

II: ...seconding the what.

RS: | Or | Well | No | That would Take Ages | And I Am Sure You are Very Busy |

RS: | Watch the Films | ! | =:B |

SA: what to what

II: I'm sorry, still a bit hung up over the _descendant_ part. Is Bellae rust?

ID: darn. my lack of speakers would make a movie hard. what a shame.

II: Otherwise how would she have had a descendant around so quickly...

ID: is she? man i'm sick of the simpering rust tropes.

RS: | Bellae is Jade | It is Hard to Realise at Some Points | Given That She Hates the Sunlight |

RS: | But That is How She is Able to be Turned into a Rainbowdrinker in the Last Book |

RS: | You can't Turn a Rust into a Drinker |

RS: | That would be Silly | =:B |

ID: haaah.

II: I didn't know that, Pheres.

II: But how ridiculous.

II: That sounds _full_ of plot holes, if nothing else.

DD: well thats an easy criticism to levy at any work of popular media and honestly at this point it feels like you are just attacking this particular work by making wild assumptions about how and why things in it happened without having read the book

DD: and its kind of hurtful!

DD: and i fell like ive gotten into a mess in terms of first impressions 😦

DD: i dont remember the last time ive felt this unfriendly!

SA: my head hurts.

DD: that is unfortunate have you considered taking any painkillers??

ID: go nap pris.

RS: | Oh | II | I am Afraid We are not Writers | =:( | RS: | So | Ah | It would be Better For You to See For Yourself |

RS: | Or | Read the Summaries Online | ! |

II: ...DD, how experienced are you with chatrooms?

RS: | It is Much Less Alarming than You are Reading It As |

DD: additionally i have heard that certain herbal sinus cleanses and some magnetic treatments work wonders

ID: if you need one. you're at the hotel and all.

DD: and i am not very experienced with chatroom unfortunately ii! DD: why????? that is a very foreboding statement!

II: Ah, well. This sort of thing isn't uncommon. You will often find people who disagree with you, I'm afraid. It isn't personal, usually.

SA: I have to get my things to the station

SA: no, I get headaches for other reasons, DD

SA: anyways

ID: yeah in chatrooms there's no consequences for speaking your mind so. get used to arguments dd.

II: I didn't mean any offense against you. I simply don't like the sound of these narratives.

DD: well then you should maybe read them like rs said i think you have gotten a very misrepresented idea of what the story actually entails!

DD: but oh my goodness im not sure if having bad relationships with people is necessarily the same thing as no consequences!

DD: i would much rather be on good terms with people DD: i suppose i just became quite flustered in this particular case because i have really admired the twilight series for quite a while

II: Bad relationships? I don't think any less of you.

DD: ive always thought it would be very nice to have a matesprit like edward!

II: You just like something different.

DD: and oh in that case i am very happy to hear that

SA: I do primarily because I don't like being called edgy and suspicious

SA: otherwise I don't care

ID: yeah arguments on the chatroom mean little if you don't let them.

DD: in my experience disagreement particularly of the degree of vehemence i achieved breeds dislike so i am glad it did not in this case DD: and in that case sa you have my sincerest apologies!!

DD: i did not mean to be hurtful and simply intended to make a friendly joke but i see now that it was ill aimed and i will refrain from calling you those things in the future!

II: Vehemence? I don't think anyone here felt truly vehement.

RS: | It could be Worse | DD | RS: | You could have Wished for a Matesprit like Jakobe | =:B |

DD: hahaha that is true!

ID: what's wrong with jakobe.

SA: thank you

ID: other than his. flushness for descendants?

DD: well for one thing his propensity for property destruction

DD: and that

DD: also that

DD: well

SA: so everything

DD: i mean it wasnt quite like that

SA: 😄

DD: but really he was being awfully pushy in light of bellaes clear dedication and love to edward!

DD: hes not a particularly awful sort but really he had no right to be placing bellae into that position

ID: i thought someone said she was undecided between them. or was that earlier.

DD: especially while she was mourning the supposed death of her last quadrant!

DD: she was not thinking straight!!

ID: all i'm getting out of this is that this girl wanted to pail mythical creatures. =:I

RS: | Who wouldn't Be | ? | But It is Unkind to Encourage Someone to Pursue That Curiousity | ! |

RS: | Hahaha | Oh | Heavens |

ID: oh okay.

DD: well yes id that is part of the allure isnt it?? DD: though with um maybe less coarse language DD: they only kissed in the books!

DD: and yes they ARE romance novels

ID: hey.

ID: 50 shades is supposed to be about romance isn't it.

RS: | Hahaha |- NO -|

RS: | That is a Vicious Lie |

DD: i was under the impression it was meant to be about pailing!

RS: | Exactly | ! |

SA: kink 101 at clown university

II: ...I'm very glad - what

RS: | | | Um |

DD: at least DD: it was DD: after i realized what it was actually about

RS: | Oh My |

DD: 😦

II: I'm sorry, _what_ .

RS: | I would Like to Unenroll From that Class |

DD: um!!!

ID: pris i swear you need to stop bringing that up at the weirdest times.

SA: it applied to fifty shades

II: ...as an honorary church member I suddenly feel rather uncomfortable.

SA: believe me I pick and choose when I say it.

DD: is there a not weird time to bring up something like that???

RS: | I | I don't Think It Does | ? |

DD: because that just seems weird overall!!!

RS: | I do Wonder |

SA: the entirety of fifty shades is poorly constructed relationships around a poor execution of a fetish...

ID: ...ket's switch to the other drinker. lestat.

ID: he looks like a tool.

RS: | Oh | He doesn't | ! |

DD: im afraid i dont know about that one!

DD: oh!

DD: oh goodness

DD: no he looks really very dashing

DD: his hair is lovely ❤

ID: the google images all have him looking like he's trying too hard to seem mysterious and dashing.

RS has attached LESTATISNOBLE.jpeg to the chat!

RS: | Look at That |

RS: | He's not |- TRYING -|

DD: ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

ID: his nose is crooked.

DD: it adds character!

RS: | Yes | Isn't It Dashing | ? | It is a Careful Character Flaw | ! |

ID: oh okay so he wasn't recently hit in the face.

II: Mm. He is all right, I suppose.

RS: | It Shows He is Capable of Violence | Yet | Also Capable of Weakness | RS: | Of Being Made Vulnerable by a Greater Foe | ! |

RS: | Also Known As | Deeply Pitiable | =:P |

DD: +^+

ID: hahah he gets wrecked by the other rainbowdrinkers?

DD: oh dear! DD: im certain he doesnt but really even if he does DD: i would find tending to his wounds very agreeable ❤

ID: i like the other rainbowdrinker better of the two.

RS: | And Fights Frequently with the Rest |

RS: | But It is the Way of Rainbowdrinkers |

RS: | Unfortunately | ! |

ID: i mean if you say so, i bow to your mastery of rainbowdrinkers. =:P

RS: | Haha | I don't Know If I'd call It Mastery | RS: | I've only Ever Read Those Two Series | ! | RS: | Clearly | DD is the True Master of Rainbowdrinkers | Given His | Her | ? | Wide Range of Knowledge | =:B |

DD: !!!

DD: i mean!!

DD: i wouldnt say that DD: i am just very fond of romance novels haha

DD: and the supernatural ones are just

DD: they are even better!!

ID: why are they better?

DD: because they add twist to the dynamics! DD: they tend to be more tragic and dramatic and romantic

ID: i don't get the appeal of a quad that'll eat you.

II: I admit I feel similarly.

II: Ah, by _quite a lot?_

DD: well thats the point isnt it! DD: that they are so dedicated to you the thought would never cross their mind DD: or if it does it is an example of their great love for you that they dedicate their strength and fortitude towards overcoming such desires so that they might be with you because their love is so much more to them!

DD: and yes really its not as though the average troll could not simply kill you as well

II: I wouldn't want a potential quadrant to view me as a meal, thank you.

DD: and drink your blood i suppose if they were so inclined though i think that would be

DD: weird

RS: | And | Unhygeniec | =:) |

II: Just a _tad_.

ID: i mean most trolls don't have to cull to survive.

ID: like. literally survive off of eating trolls.

II: I cull for my job! But usually I am culling trolls who are dangers to others, or who are causing different types of harm by going against Imperial law.

II: I would not cull wantonly; terrible discipline.

ID: that sounds... fun ii.

II: Well, I am a legislacerator!

II: It is my purpose.

ID: huh. neat.

DD: oh my goodness this conversation took a little bit of a dark turn DD: i apologize i was absent because i was looking for more pictures of lestat DD: i wish my hair was that long it looks looooovely DD: but unfortunately both my hair and my horns have recently found themselves quite short!! DD: im afraid my countenance will never recover DD: but! regardless! i do think i rather agree with rs!

II: A dark turn? Not really.

ID: long hair is the best hair, it's true.

II: Long hair is very lovely! I unfortunately would find it inconvenient, though.

II: Too potentially dangerous for my job.

DD: its also rather cumbersome underwater and our lovely sovereigns ability to manage such wondrous locks as hers is impressive as well as beautiful!

ID: braids help everything.

DD: unfortunately i have recently burned off the majority of mine and it is now styled into quite a short cut!

II: A braid is still an opportunity for an enemy to grab it, though, unfortunately, or for it to get caught.

ID: yeah, you gotta not have too sensitive a scalp. Also braid spikes.

II: Braid spikes?

ID: spikes you braid in to the hair.

II: How fascinating!

II: I have never seen such a thing.

II: It sounds potentially useful, but also possibly injurious to the user.

ID: i mean. i make mine with psi when i do it. but i'm sureee they exist in a metal form. maybe.

II: Hm!

II: Still an intriguing concept.

RS: | Oh | Yes | They Do | ! | I've Worn Those on Occasion | rs: | They're Woven into Your Hair | So | Ah | Only Hazardous if You have a Habit of Handling It | Haha |

II: I see!

ID: see, i knew i wasn't crazy.

II: I wouldn't think you were. You seem quite mentally sound.

ID: jury's still out on that one. =:P

II: Haha, well, surely it isn't my place to judge.

II: Perhaps someone who knows you better could give sufficient testament.

ID: uhhh...

SA: oh is no one going to say anything

ID: my sanity is just that inspiring pris.

SA: if only

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