#not that he cares for any of that.... ah.. our sweet sweet cannibal(?) boy.....

[death-himself]

Saw your monsyer au on ao3

Great work

Anyway, probably an angsty prompt but I was wondering if you think that any of our monster bois have had nightmares where they go on a hunt and then accidental chomp Virgil. Bonus points if in the moment they actually enjoy his flavor

I feel like the left brain boys (Janus and Logan) would be the most likely to have a nightmare scenario like that, especially Logan since he DID almost munch Virgil, and they'd also be the most likely to pretend everything's fine the next morning even tho they're absolutely miserable and terrified of taking a crunch munch out of their human bf in real life

Great work, don't know if o said that already

Happy holidays Nico

It’s been over a month since you sent this so sorry about that .-. Anyway here’s the fic, some good ol’ hurt/comfort with Loceit and Logicality because Logan deserves it

Warnings: Death (in a dream sequence), cannibalism, nightmares, blood

Logan went down his usual route to hunt. He and his other nonhuman boyfriends often hunted at the same time, spread all across the city and countryside to make their home less easy for the police to find. He found a good place on the rooftop to sit as he watched the humans pass by, waiting patiently for his prey.

One with dark purple hair walked down the alleyway. A pleased smile pulled at Logan’s lips. He dropped down silently in front of them, and before they could even scream he had them pinned to the ground, a hand over their mouth as he sunk his teeth into their arm.

The taste was heavenly. He ripped away at the tender flesh, sweet as candy and melting in his mouth. He ignored the human’s cries as he savored his meal, biting away until rose red pooled around them both. It was the most beautiful shade of blood he had ever seen. Logan felt bile hit his hand as the human attempted to vomit, before all the muscles beneath him loosened, and he heard their heart slow into silence.

Finally Logan pulled away with a sigh, having eaten his fill. He normally refrained from looking at his victims, in fear that he would feel guilty for killing them, but for whatever reason his eyes drifted over, looking over the dead man’s face. Purple hair, blank, empty black eyes, black eyeshadow.

Virgil.

Logan’s eyes snapped open, his body drenched in sweat. He looked to his side, relieved to see Virgil alive and well, sleeping as peacefully as ever. He listened closely to his boyfriend’s steady heartbeat, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for his own heart to come closer to matching.

He hated thinking about how he and Virgil met. He hated what had been going through his mind while he attacked him. He hated the fact that Virgil was the most delicious human he had ever tasted.

It had been something that had always been at the back of his mind, something he refused to acknowledge. Virgil tasted fucking incredible and there was nothing any of them could do about it. If Patton hadn’t been there to stop him, what had happened in his dream would have been reality.

He looked over Virgil at Patton, hugging the end of Janus’s tail like a teddy bear. He was the only one out of the four of them that hadn’t actually tried to kill Virgil, wasn’t he? No, he had saved Virgil from Logan’s own bloodlust. Wow, what a great boyfriend he was.

He sighed, turning over to stare at the clock. It was three AM, that was only three hours earlier than he would usually wake up. Might as well get up then.

Virgil had gone off to work and Roman had decided to visit his brother. The moment both of them left, Janus pulled Logan aside, wrapping his tail around him and almost pulling him close enough to touch noses. “Is something bothering you, love?” Janus spoke softly.

“Of course not.” Even Logan could tell he responded too quickly. Janus smiled.

“Well there has to be a reason why you kept staring at Virgil this morning. I know he’s absolutely gorgeous but there has to be a reason other than that.” Logan sighed. He knew how Janus was; he refused to give up until whoever he was talking to admitted what they were struggling with. It was something he both hated and loved about him.

“...You came close to killing him too, didn’t you?” The question threw off the naga for a moment, yellow and brown eyes widening. Janus hummed, nodding.

“So that’s the issue.” He sighed. “Well yes, I did. If I had held him for maybe five more seconds he would’ve passed out, and if I didn’t notice by then I likely would’ve eaten him alive. It’s in the past though, all is forgiven.”

“What if we realized afterward that he was our soulmate? What if you had looked at your tail and seen that Virgil’s mark was gone after he was dead and eaten?” Janus looked him up and down, concern flooding his eyes.

“Did you have a nightmare like that, darling?” Logan nodded hesitantly. Janus paused, arms hooked around Logan’s neck, his hand drifting up to run his fingers through Logan’s hair.

“I’ve gotten those, too. They’re tough to see, aren’t they?” Logan closed his eyes, allowing himself to go limp in Janus’s arms and coils as the naga pulled him even closer, holding him with all the care in the world.

“We’ve been around him long enough to not harm him. I know with how annoying he can be at times it’s hard to restrain yourself, but it seems like we still manage.” He chuckled. “And our first meetings are in the past now. They were awful first impressions, sure, and we’ll always remember what it was like to nearly kill him, but we know that they won’t happen again.”

Logan hummed, nose nuzzled into Janus’s shoulder. Janus killed through suffocation, though. Logan was the one who actually bit him and tasted his blood. And the taste and scent of that blood was what constantly hung in his mind, something he would always crave but could never get. At least not without consequences.

Janus unwrapped himself a bit, delivering a soft kiss on Logan’s lips and looking him over to make sure he was alright. Logan heard humming from the doorway, smelling Patton waiting just outside. Knowing him he had probably walked in and saw what was going on, opting to wait until they were done rather than joining in.

The vampire peeked his head in to check, before deeming them done and smiling happily. “You two having a cuddle party without me?” He gave Logan a kiss on the cheek before moving over to do the same to Janus.

“We were simply talking about an issue Logan had.” Patton immediately turned back to Logan, eyes full of concern, and Logan wished Janus had just spun one of his lies to get him out of this.

“It was nothing serious, I’m fine.”

“You sure, Logi Bear?” Logan hesitated. Patton was a vampire, he would understand something like this better than Janus or Roman would. But how the hell was he supposed to word it?

“...Virgil tastes incredible.”

“He does!” Patton giggled, a wide smile on his lips. “He let me drink his blood once, it was so good! I was scared I would kill him though, so I didn’t get much of it.”

“It’s very sweet, isn’t it?”

“Like candy!” Patton agreed. Janus looked between the two, accepting in his mind that this was really where the conversation was turning.

“Is there a way that you, ah...” Logan cleared his throat, “a way that you’ve learned to cope with that?” Patton’s brows scrunched in confusion, and he quickly rushed to explain. “Being around him all the time must be rather difficult, as he always...smells like our form of candy, I suppose you could word it.”

“Oh!” Patton’s eyes widened, before his cheeks went red. “Yeah, sometimes I just really wanna bite him. It’s an annoying thing to deal with, huh?” Logan nodded silently. “But like I overheard Jan tell you, we’ve been around him too long to actually hurt him. And I know you especially have a lot of self-control when it matters, so...try not to worry too much about it. You’re probably the least likely out of all of us to hurt him.”

“You were the one that stopped me when we first met him.” Logan spoke quietly. Patton shrugged, floating a few inches above the ground as he thought.

“But you were the one who got to him first. If I was the one that had tackled him, you probably would’ve had to pull me off! You have enough self-control to stop yourself with just a bit of help from us.” Patton took Logan’s hand, running his thumb across his knuckles. “I think that kinda proves that you won’t lose control and hurt him.”

Janus sighed, itching at an old bit of shed snakeskin. “We’ve all worried about what would happen if we lost control. And the truth is that it’s possible, probably more than likely, that we’ll end up hurting him at some point.”

The thought made them all go silent as it weighed down on their psyches. Hurting each other, especially their weaker human boyfriend, was the last thing they wanted to do, and they were all sure they would rather die than harm any of the others.

“But, it hasn’t happened yet, and we’re doing all we can right now to make sure it’s as least likely as possible.” Janus curled his tail around his boyfriends’ legs, snapping them out of the worried, distant blurriness in their eyes. “Let’s not worry too much about a future we can’t see yet, okay?”

They nodded, a weight feeling as though it had been lifted off Logan’s chest, as he for once didn’t plan out the rest of his day, instead opting to join Janus and Patton in what the two had dubbed self-care time, lying on the couch watching cartoons as the future grew blurry and distant.

#sanders sides #dlamp #loceit #logicality #virgil sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #ghoul!logan #naga!janus #vampire!patton #blood tw #cannibalism tw #nightmares tw #dream death tw #idk if that needs a tw but just in case #sorry roman no appearance for u

[diddlesanddoodles]

DEAD WALLS RISE - BARNABY

PART ONE

WARNING: Mentions of death, torture, war, and cannibalism. 

If he concentrated hard enough, he could still smell the incense and hear the sound of his soles as he walked to his old office. The gentle curve of the corridor and the carved masonry. The smell of his paints and paper, the feel of his pens in his hands, and the simple pleasure of creating another page. Another moment in time captured. The words of his people written and record for their descendants to read.

But as soon as the memories of such pleasant times came to him, so did all that followed. The screams of his fellows as towering shadows corralled and herded them all down through the gully and to the waiting traps. The snapping of ropes as people were snared and the screams of confusion and terror as whole groups were entangled with nets being thrown from up high. Their group of seventeen had all been captured so easily. Only two or three had managed to escape. Or so it was believed as they were not counted among the captives.

It was just as easy that one or two of the giants had taken liberty of them themselves and the only thing he could think to do was to send a fervent prayer to the Gods that their ends, if that had been their fate, had been quick and without pain.

And he then extended that prayer to himself and his fellows.

…………………………………….

He never found out how they discovered who he was. All he knew was that he had been violently awoken one morning by a Vhasshalan guard as he reached into his cell – or cage rather – and peeled him away from the others crammed inside with him. Cruel fingers dug into his ribs and he found it difficult to breathe. But then all at once he’d been tossed onto a cold stone floor and a voice he knew, a voice that he dreaded, spoke to him. A voice like thunder and dripping with malice.

“You are Barnabas MacVoy Devonshire,” said King Nethrin. Not a question. A statement.

Through parched lips he said, “I am. My lord.”

“That traitorous murderous Haeral’s archivist?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Good,” King Nethrin said, the venom of his words taking on a sickly sweet quality. “I have need of your talents. Give me what I wish and you’ll be preserved for much longer than those wretches in the kitchens. Displease me and I’ll have you placed in the front of the line.”

How he wished he could claim to have been brave. To have withheld and withstood their torture. To have died with his honor and loyalty to his King intact. But he broke after the third day. Lack of food and water and the pain…

...now he only wished for death. And King Nethrin was glad to give it to him.

…………………………………

Their cages were wood reinforced with metal and they were stacked on top of one another. Seven bodies to a cage. Ten cages total. Their entire existence was contained within a shed. A single lantern was lit to give them some measure of light. And though they all knew why they were in this place and what would happen to them the day they left that shed...it was a notable improvement over the dungeons. They were given water, bread, and each cage had a chamber pot. Though they were cramped, they were warm. 

But it did not change the fact that every man in that shed was going to be eaten. They were no more than cattle. And the shed was a larder.

Most of them had been soldiers. Several of them were wounded still. A few were civilians. Most all of them were older, but there was one young fellow that shared his cage that did not look to be a day over seventeen and his heart broke for the boy. The young man still wore the underclothes of a solider, his armor long since stripped from him.

Once a day, in the afternoon, the shed door would open and two giants would take the next cage. Those inside were never seen again. They never heard any screams. The giants rarely ever spoke to them or even seemed able to meet their faces. On the few times they did speak, it was soft. Apologetic. Guilty. And how young most of them seemed. It occurred to him much later in his captivity that it was possible that those giants working in the kitchens might very well be doing so against their will. Prisoners almost as much as their human charges.

After all, Silvaara and Vhasshal had been allies for hundreds of years. Surely it was possible that there were some who disagreed with their King. But who could stand up to a man with such power? Nethrin’s hatred and blood lust was pure and blind and all consuming. His eldest son and heir had been murdered and he would see the world burn for it and they would know his pain a thousand fold. 

The day Barnabas was to die, the shed door opened and two young giants walked in, looking haggard and wretched. Without even meeting the faces of the humans within, they each grabbed a side of the cage and hauled it outside.

He watched their faces through the bars, finding himself feeling very sorry for them. How terrible it must be do be forced to such vile and wicked work. The brown haired giant’s eyes glanced over the seven human captives and his eyes lingered on the young solider and his pensive eyes turned distressed.

“...ah, fuck. Yale,” he said quietly with a forlorn look and reluctant eyes. “Look...”

The black haired giant’s eyes focused in on the young solider and he sighed. “I know...just...let the boss handle it. Okay, Saen?”

“Okay...but...”

“We can’t help them.”

“...isn’t there...something?”

“You’d loose your head for it. And then he’d send Baynor after yer Mum and Dad and the rest of ‘em.”

“...right.”

“They’re already dead, Saen. They just don’t know it yet.”

But Barnabas did. He knew he was dead. And for his betrayal of his King...of his country...he knew that he deserved such an end.

……………………………………………..

Their cage had been placed unceremoniously inside a room off of the main kitchen behind a red door and left there. Many of the men inside had been able to compose themselves for most of their time, but as the moment of their deaths loomed ever nearer, those walls began to break.

A few of the men, well into their forties, were openly sobbing. Someone was praying. But the rest, including himself, were deathly silent. Then at last, their death came. In the form of a burly red hair giant with the greenest eyes Barnaby had ever seen.

“Here’s what gonna happen, fellas,” He said to them as he shut the red door behind him. He went to a small cupboard and pulled down a green glass bottle. His voice was businesslike, but still had an air of regret to it. From the same cupboard he pulled out seven small cups. Human cups. They looked absurdly small in his large palm. He tipped his hand over the cage and dropped the cups inside. “Yer gonna be given as much whiskey as ye can fuckin’ take. And yer all gonna drink it till yer right and proper pissed. And then yer all gonna pass out.” He paused, frighteningly sharp green eyes baring into them. “But ye won’t be waking up again.”

The young solider beside him pipped up. His voice shook as he asked, “H-how...how are you gonna…?”

“Snap yer necks. Quick. Painless,” said the giant as he looked into each of their faces. “S’the only mercy I can afford ye boys.”

Those green eyes seemed to linger on the young solider for longer and his frown deepened. After filling a barrel sized bowl of whiskey from the green bottle, he opened the cage and placed it inside before shutting it again.

“And what if we don’t?” asked one of the others. An older man. A civilian.

The giant’s expression did not change. “I snap yer neck regardless. It’s yer choice if ye wanna be conscious fer it.”

He left them then to consider their choices and when it came down to it, they all dipped their cups and drank. He had never considered himself a heavy drinker. A glass of wine every now and then, but he rarely ever drank whiskey and he found it a challenge to force himself to drink it. Especially in such quantities. The young solider seemed to be having just as much difficultly, but the other encouraged him on, pushing his cup into his face and tipping it back for him. After his second cup, the boy began to sob. 

“Never would have thought the fuckers would give us anything half way decent,” said one of men. “But this shit’s...actually pretty nice.”

“Small mercies,” said another.

“Well, gentlemen,” said another as he raised his cup. “It’s been a pleasure serving with you and I pray the Gods take pity on our damned souls. Long live the King.”

“Long live King Haeral.” They raised their cups, but even as he brought his up as well, he felt the utter shame pulling at him. If they all knew what he had done...

He drained the rest of his cup and went to refill it, not having much of a care for the tears falling from his cheeks.

…………………...

He drifted between sleep and alertness as one would bob along on a wave. Up and down...in and out. And then voices drifting above...

“...What? When?”

“Few hours ago.”

“By who?”

“I can’t tell ye, Farris.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Does it matter? He’s dead. Warren wants all the humans taken to the great hall. But since these poor sods are still blathered, let ‘em rest and come to. Then ye can tell ‘em the good news. I’ll let the Prince...well...I’ll let the King know to be expecting them later once the poor fuckers sober up a bit.”

“...it can’t be that simple, Keral. There’s plenty of others who are going resist.”

“Believe me. We have it covered. This wasn’t an on the fly operation. Your boys are safe.”

“What about...”

“I’ve already sent a message to Vaspien to send Bart back.”

“So he’s still alive?”

“Per my last report he was.”

“Gods fuckin’ be praised...”

“Heh, never thought I’d hear ye say that. Mum would be so proud of ye. Not the fuckin’ bit, but ye know..”

“Ah, shut up, will ye? I’m just glad this fuckin’ mandess had an end. I’m not sure how much longer I could’ve stood it. That batch of ‘em there. There’s a solider. A boy, Keral. Younger than any one of my boys out there.”

“Well, thankfully ye didn’t have to do it...”

“I was so close though...an hour more and...”

“I know. As soon as I could I came to tell ye.”

“...they don’t know yet.”

“What?”

“They don’t know about Haeral yet.”

“...they will. They’re gonna wake up to a whole new world, Farris.”

“Yeah. The first thing I’m gonna do?”

“Hm? What’s that?”

“Paint that damn fuckin’ door.”

#DEAD WALLS RISE #Barnaby #g/t #war #suffering #POW #giant tiny #g/t fantasy story #Farris #King Nethrin #Keral #cannibalism #content warning #dumpling side story #dumpling

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strawberry shortcake s2 ep1 - horse of a different color

this one was suggested by someone who couldnt keep their mouth shut and not sing the strawberry shortcake intro theme in the middle of our economy class

no one wanted to hear that, but they  went ahead and then i actually followed up on that train of thoughts i remembered about the fucking cartoons and i knew it pronto: its a must-see shit its like slightly above the level of magical school bus series, but the final rating is for the fin not the beginning so lets begin this horseshit:

were reviewing “horse of a different color”, it focuses indeed on strawberrys horse, honey pie pony (its her entire damn name, how sweet right? like all of them, i got diabete from this review but its the cost of maintaining this blog anyway, the kids are playing together on a that tree having fun jumping around like chimpanzees hooba hooba but sadly our filly quickly realizes she cant play king kong with them and keep falling on her ass,

yet since theyre all retarded or young (id say its a fifty-fifty case for them kinda normal ig, i mean they ARE literal 6yo) they try several ways of getting her up on that tree, not thinking how to get her down if they ever were to succeed (good for them: aint happening) its child labor too btw, from an horse still same deal what if honey pie fell down on them? crushing them corpses with her mighty pounds? the findus company would be delighted to hear such news, im sure its some quality (sweet ass) horse meat

once it all fails she understands a horse isnt meant to climb a tree, too big too fat its four legged, not even entertaining the relationship giraffes have with trees

but it aint over, then (after a talk with herself) hp hears the laughters of a bunch of kids which catches her attention, it always does who can ignore that sorta noise? although she aint annoyed by it shes just into the idea of riding a bike now, shes even gonna get a go at it oh yea thats it we finally found her human hobby gogdamn shes a backward furry

of course it fails aswell since she has no hand for the handle and shes heavy so i guess its the reason why she rides into w/e and cant stop? because otherwise she couldve also just.. actually it makes no sense does it? i mean she couldve easily stopped the ride actually how is that kid bike even holding her? ive never tried putting a pony on a bike for 6 y/o but i doubt about its capacity in not being crushed aswell as i doubt in the kids bones not being severely damaged after a visit under honey pies horsy buttcheeks

but all of that really makes her sad: she cant play with her human friends and shes the only horse around strawberry land or whatever see me tearing it for her, theres so much emotions in this episode especially after that filly trynna get kids to get into some horseplay horseshit like dude theyre only 6, lets go easy on them, might have a problem with the parents of the kids watching this episode no one even thought how fucked up this one part is? sure horseplay isnt only sexual or w/e but it still is the visual of 6yos on all four jumping around and neighing together with their ass a little bit too exposed wow im going on a dangerous road here? aint i? not gonna sue the writers im sure it was their subconscious speaking probably got issues from their childhood, eventually got them sorted out since 2004 what do i know? aside from me not caring

back on track : after seeing horsey being so sad the kiddos decide to get her a horse friend but where the fuck? they got no idea, they are proud nonetheless and go tell honey the good new until they are like “wait but we have no idea where to find horses!” ofc we get a big reveal, some serious strawberry shortcake lore: actually all the horses, ALL OF THEM FROM THE ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET are on one (1) single island: ice cream themed to diversify it all they are just chilling over there in ponyland and for some reason this one here got lost or idk guys she took the boat and checked the rest of the world out as an even younger filly, found strawberry and her friends and decided now she was a centaur  slash humanrry furry human, idk you get it but shes their friend and so on to introduce the concept of an AWESOME island full of equestrian activity and ofc ice cream but its kinda lame because who cares? everythings already made out of food, also why isnt the ice cream melting? its one water? nevermind for the introduction as i was saying, hp sings an horrendous sounding song it deteriorated my ear drums they got pierced or something  or maybe im exagerrating? either case horses cant sing:

so to the ice cream land they go, huh

of course it wouldnt be a big adventure without an almost broken bridge oh no whatever shall we do? could we possibly cross it safely? lets try it out  guys: yay it worked good for us little stress and suspense it was wack how they got honey pie out of the hole her big ass hoove made im mesmerized by the power of friendship and sugar at this point, just in full awe for the rest of the episode probably over dosed on all the ice cream flavoured horseshit, i got some all over my mouth its dripping on my desk i gotta clean that later

next thing we know: horses its all this episode is about (aside from labor) but you see, so far hp would switch between normal human language and neighing well turns out her other fellow equines can only neigh and so they just neigh together while our english well-spoken mammal translates to the moronic kids who just smile smuggly

of course the animals are having a welcome party then, dancing around while the morons are just bored, harsh one being a cartoon character isnt it guys? w/e theyre gonna ask for honey pie to come back home now, convinced that her natural habit isnt her place and she loves them too much to just leave them and never come back and break any plans they ever had together- oh shit looks like shes leaving forever huh? what a plot twist mark that on the bitch quota for today

the first one to leave is the little boy btw, important thing to note: hes the biggest pussy he cant even face reality: oh no, no more pony back time before sleep thats quite a bummer, downer and man how are they going to survive now they got no animal to watch over them? jesus theyre soon, on the boat (idk where they got it from idk why suddenly theyre on a boat because then theyre once again gonna cross that bridge but ok) anyway yea theyre having a relationship crisis during that ship trip yada yada ah and the bridge, because (see i do not call them morons for now reasons obviously they deserve this title not only because theyre 6 but also because they are just daft:) they proceed, once in the middle of the bridge all 4 of them, to stop and wonder

“will the bridge be able to hold all of us? wont it break? damn i wonder if it will crack” and they talks without moving until vlam: a tree comes and breaks it (dont ask) so now theyre in trouble:

back to ponyland: bitch pie realizes how much she misses her actual friends and that she can speak english which her other horse friends cant do so she is special and probably abnormal, shes a big outcat of the pony society and has no other reason but to escape her incoming death sentence for fraternizing with the humans of course none of the second part is true, she just wants to see the kids again so she says asta la vista baby to the neigher team and runs away see, she hasnt taken the boat and yet also arrive to the bridge? why a boat sequence then? i will skip this for now but it WILL play in the rating, imagine im the parent of the youngster watching this crap and i have to endure it

if it sucks this bad and is this illogical i might just get bored and change the channel, idc my progeny aint gonna be watching this in either case, ill make them watch political debates then interrogate them on what they learned after what but it wasnt actual political debates just random furry youtuber venting with their fursona sprites animated and thats how you make your kids retarded, the kick of this joke is that i aint planning on getting any kids but totally gonna make them watch classics too such as the attack of the killer donuts as soon as they reach 6 so they wont be dumb and probably not getting diabete or w/e in their adulthood

then honey pie saves the kids btw all of them, heavy shit

and they all go back to strawberryland, happily after a big “wow i missed you sm, you are my real friends w/e if you dont look like me i aint speciest guys really!” theyre all vegan too btw so this works for them i havent watched enough strawberry shortcake episodes to know if they ever eat meat but i have doubts seeing how theyre into a very cannibalistic diet which include eating dessert when obviously thats what they are at least half part, this cartoon raises a lot of political questions it may have a deeper value than i first attributed to it

the end: another terrible song plays about horseshit and how tasty it is

thats all folks

so the rating: big 6/10, so you know 5/10 if its a decent kid show where im highly eager to click on the x and get back making jams but nah

surprisingly enough, i only wanted to stop watching half of the episode and not the entirity of it so credits for thats since im an adult and not a kid, imagining kids enjoyed this sweet childish cartooness or w/e now why +1? its because of how many political questions it raised, how it made me think about our society and cakes yknow its more than kids having a conflict with an horse it talks about veganism, specism, handicap, cannibalism, the management of the limited ressources were exploiting and so on yea really makes you think, its subliminal messages to make kids smarter: they watch their dessert-imbecile counterparts doing bs and then get it right irl: good  ah- it also makes it better for you when youre watching this with your kid, you suddenly transcend to another level of spirituality, existential crisis activated or at least reasoning mode or w/e youre willing to name this the point is you arent bored still despite all of this i rated it quite low for such a serious kid cartoon what couldve possibly made me tic? 1) kids are morons and cant understand all of this, not clear enough for the targeted public 2) projection onto the characters/dialogues from the writers of their childhood traumas (the horse play event didnt go unnoticed, karren brown) 3) my little pony ripoff 4) its controversial, our society, especially in 2004 couldnt understand the depth of this shit and finally 5) i got so much ice cream flavoured horseshit all over my desk god help me this is so filthy what a fucking mess i would totally recommand it to anyone who feels like being blown away by the statements made in this work of art 6/10 but really we all know in the future, itll be a 9/10, some ahead-of-its-time-crap

tg, out

#strawberry shortcake #cartoon review #cartoons #sike reviews #child labor #pony labor #art #classic #diabete fuel #reviews

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HEAT // dw fanfic

Being a wolf-shifter doesn’t stop you from being a hunter. In fact, being a hunter as wolf-shifter is better than being a hunter as human. Extra senses you have gave you extra credit like, you'd know when someone is behind or near you; or if the corpse is newly stabbed or it's days aged. Also, there are little chances for you to fail in any assignment/mission. You can get home — the Bunker — earlier than you estimated as human.

    It's fun being a wolf-shifter, but it's until you remember wolf’s nature. Heat. Sometimes, when it's too bad, you almost wish that you do not have heat at all. Or you'd rather be a male wolf-shifter so you won't have to experience a bad heat.

    Of course, there were not signs of when your next heat is. It could be late. It could be early. Meanwhile, sometimes, you didn't have heat for that month. You're not entirely sure either you're confused with your heat cycle or your heat cycle is confused with you, but either way, heat is not a pleasure thing.

    For the start, two weeks before your heat, you will be having this weird crave for food, although Sam and Dean already know that you're always hungry. But you cannot help it. And most of the time, you don't even know why you suddenly feel hungry all the time. And then, you will have this slight annoying false alert one week before your heat. When realising you've made stupid mistakes, you'll take it to heart. You will start thinking that you're bad and that Sam and Dean probably hate you and do not want to work with you anymore. You will only realise why you’re always moody and that everything is wrong three days before your heat even sometimes you barely remember that.

    Three days before your heat, you will feel uncomfortable. It keeps you going to the washroom for no reason that Sam and Dean always groan every time you ask them to stop at a gas station because “you need to pee”. Your body, from head to toe, feel hot. You cannot sleep even with the AC on. You keep turning on your bed, and it's a good thing that you sleep alone in your room at the Bunker. You cannot sleep before 3 a.m.. You need plain water beside you because you will constantly feel dehydrated. You also cannot sleep when there weren’t enough pillows on your bed around you.

    And here's the weird part: You can’t stay far from Sam and Dean and the reason that you believe is because you feel safe with them. Although you've been friends with Sam and Dean for years now, but one thing you there never talked about is your heat and their ruts and alphas. It's not only about alphas, but you don't trust men entirely so when your heat comes --- ever since your first heat --- you will try to deal with it alone. Or occasionally with the help of your sister when she's with you. Don't know how she figured out, but the smell of cinnamon keeps you calm so she will brew cinnamon and some other herbs to make the smell stay longer in your room.

    So it's three days --- or at least, that's what you calculated--- before your heat and you're on a heavy mission. Sometimes, you don't know who's the most vicious: animals, half-animal half humans like you, or humans. You, Dean and Sam are hunting a cannibal. When you thought vampires are disgusting for sucking blood....

    You were cranky a few minutes ago, however then, when Dean asked you three to split up to guard around the warehouse, you obeyed. According to plan, you'd be the distractor, Sam would be your cover and Dean would be the killer for the cannibal. The ambush at the warehouse went well, until the part when you three are supposed to bury them in the woods behind the warehouse.

    Other days, it's easy for you to keep up with Sam and Dean's long stride. They have long legs and walk twice faster than you, but you have a good stamina. However, not tonight. You feel like the brothers are walking too fast than usual for you. And while walking, you keep on stopping, wincing.

    "Hey, are you okay?" Dean asks, when he turns around to make sure that you and Sam are with him. The dead cannibal in on his shoulder and his smell started to smell weird to you.

    As Sam glanced at you, you looked up to Dean and gave him a small smile. "Yeah," you answered shortly, your forehead wincing.

    Sam and Dean shared a look.

    Not longer than that, Sam and Dean finally stopped. Dean dropped the corpse on the ground, while Sam started digging their equipment bag to find shovels.

    The space wasn't wide but enough sand to bury without being bothered with tree trunks underground. You looked around the area to find a tree to lean against, but no luck. You sighed, didn't know if you should be grateful that the mission is almost finished or be depressed because you can't rest just yet, but your body is heating up and you're sick everywhere especially your muscles. You ignored the boys grunts as they dig up a grave for the cannibal. You ignored the sweet scent coming from nowhere. You tried to ignore the headache, but you failed. As you tried to ignore all three, you feel the world spinning and, out of the blue, you fell.

    You're half-conscious on the ground. You heard and saw Sam and Dean rushing to you, shouting your name to get your attention, but you cannot move or speak for them. You whined, but you doubt that it's loud enough for the brothers to hear you. You feel your heart racing, your blood rush through your veins, you're sweating yet you're cold. You feel them, but you cannot do anything. You're so weak.

    You heard a growl from somewhere close. You're scared, but you can't say. Sam and Dean dig up the hole faster with their wolf speed and in no time, you're in Dean's arms.

    It has come. Your heat, it has come. And it's not a normal heat, but a bad one. That's the reason why you cannot move or speak, but can only whine and clenching your fists once in awhile as if that would reduce the pain.

    Then, you heard the car's doors. Originally, Dean's intention is to lay you at the back seat with him driving and Sam at shotgun as usual, but when you keep on whining and tugging Dean's shirt as if didn't want Dean to let you go, Dean passed the car keys to Sam and he slipped the back seat and cuddling with you. But it's not easy.

    This is the first time the brothers dealing with your bad heat. Your smell when in heating, especially on a bad heat, is sharper and sweeter. No alpha could stay away from that kind of smell your body is transmitting. Not even Sam and Dean. Sam is having a hard time while driving Dean's car. He knows very well, that if anything happen to Dean's Baby, he wouldn't be forgiven, but with your scent, he can't think straight. He needs to get you three home as fast as he could.

    And then, there's Dean at the back with you against him. It's difficult for him not to scent or mark you right then and there when you keep on pushing yourself closer to Dean while burying your face at the crook of Dean's neck because you've found the smell that makes you calm. Oh, Dean's smell is far much better than your sister's brew. Dean's smell makes you calm, at the same time, makes your head spinning and wanting him so bad.

    "Sam," Dean warned Sam and he tried to push you off his wist. You cried, making Dean want grab you and kiss you to take your pain away.

    "I'm driving as fast as I can!" Sam shouted. His eyes already turned to his wolf's eyes. His knuckles white on the steering wheel. Good thing the road is clear or it would slow them.

    "(Y/n), I need you-- Ah-- patience!" Dean tried to use the senses he has left to calm you down. You're half-conscious, you don't know what you're doing.

    After 20 minutes of agony, you three finally arrived at the bunker. Once exited the car, Sam ran inside and quickly shut himself in his room to do his business. He can't stand your scent. It's too sweet. He can't lose control on you because he respects you. You need another person to finish your heat. He honestly doesn't care who's that person might be.

    Dean was struggling to take you out the car because you can't lose him for one second. Once inside, Dean screamed your sister's name.

    "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Your sister shouted. "Can't you--" Your sister stopped herself when she smelled something familiar. Dean doesn't have to tell her what's going on and he's thankful for having you at the moment because he can't speak properly too. Whatever is coming our from his mouth right now is now a growl or a pleasure grunt because of you.

    "Quick, bring her in!" Your sister ran to your room, open the door and the lights for Dean. And then she sees how you keep on scenting Dean and she's got an idea. "Take off your shirt," your sister says.

    "What?"

    "Just take off your shirt and give it to me!" Your sister demand urgently.

    Dean looked at your sister sharply. "Are you saying that--"

    "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," your sister replied with a shudder. Dean saw that her eyes were slightly wet. "Now take off your shirt before my sister pass out."

    Dean immediately took off his shirt and handed it to your sister without any questions. He watched as your sister gave his shirt to you while saying things with her small voice. Dean would be lying if he says that he's not happy knowing that he has an effect on you. In fact, his stomach got butterflies, but he can't stop wondering how. How his scent is that you want? Why his scent? What's in his scent? Why you never told him before? Have you ever knew that his scent is your wolf wants? Oh, and why you never react to him previously?

    Dean watched as you cuddle with his shirt. Sniffling and slowly put you to sleep. He watched your sister calming you down and singing lullaby to you. He watched you in awe until something tugged inside him that caused him to sweat heavily and made him dizzy that he almost fell. Your sister became alert once again. Her eyes looked up to Dean and focused on him.

    "You need to leave," your sister exclaimed. "Now."

    Dean growled. His heart burning when being told to leave when he’s in a middle of his desire to mate you. It's his alpha need.

    "Dean, listen to me," your sister pulled Dean's face, looking for Dean's eyes to make him focus on her rather than you and your scent. She tried to distract Dean and his wolf for a second. "She's not ready."

    Dean growled louder, but your sister is not afraid of him.

    "Trust me, Dean! You need to leave before you hurt my sister. I promise you, we'll work on this tomorrow."

    "Tomorrow." His voice was animalistic. Deep, raspy, rough. Not Dean's voice.

    "Yes, tomorrow." Your sister nodded in assurance. "She's ill at the moment, and you're not thinking straight. We'll discuss about this tomorrow, I promise."

    Without waiting, Dean ran off to his room.

    *****

    To be honest, you know how Dean smell. Something sweet that makes him look caring and all your heart wants from a man. Your body is always drawn to him although you ignore it especially when you two are alone. It's easier when Sam's without so you can distract yourself with the though of Dean. At least, with another man in the room would make it look like you're even like you're joking with both men, you're hugging both man, you're arguing with both men, or you're smiling with both men.

    But Dean's sweet smell didn't make you go crazy on your heats until now. You didn't how this particular heat of yours would tell you that Dean --- and finally Dean --- is what you want. If humans have that thought of suddenly wanting to marry the love of their life, maybe this is wolf's way of telling the person that its finally ready to mate with someone.

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