BOONNNNNN-FUCKING-JOUR FRIEND!!!!!!! as you have so graciously asked me about my projects i now ask THINE! i didnt know whether to ask this on ur main or on here JTJEHFJ sorry!!
do you have anything cool you're working on? any ocs mayhaps? if not, do you just have anything cool u wanna ramble about???
gosh if you would’ve asked me this almost a year ago I would be absolutely insane and go on a rampage to tell you all about a story I was making. I had/have it all written out in multiple journals with a timeline and everything.
Alas, I have neglected the poor thing and it has been piling with dust ever since this school year has thrown absolute bombs at me. Ever since then the large fire of passion I had for it has dwindled to merely a flicker and the only thing keeping it alight is literally just one specific character from it. So I could tell you a bit about him but until I rebuild that flame or I think of a new story idea I don’t really have any personal projects at the moment. Just hardcore hyperfixating on J&H.
So this one character is actually what my url is named after (I mentioned it once in the tags of some pole or another I reblogged a bit ago) and he’s basically my personal punching bag. Basically me if I could be just a little bit better.
He has a story dw lol but even then I always went back to just putting him through living hell whenever I didn’t feel good. Like my bird dies? Okay your bird dies, and I’ll imagine you weeping over it so I don’t have to. Unspecified hurtful thing happened to me today? You get a new scar added to your body to remind you of how horrible it was (hence the name.. Scar.. Yes so creative I know I made him when I was like 7 cut me some slack).
His story? He has someone, just one person, who truly understands him and loves him for who he is, which is something I’ve always wanted in a friend so I decided to be nice and imagine it through him.
This got depressing FAST. Don’t worry he has many happy moments and the story, though he ends up dying (geez), has a good ending nonetheless. He gets redeemed. I don’t rlly want to talk about the story because.. it’s not really a story; there’s literally no plot it’s just.. vibes and that it.
Here’s a few drawings of him. They’re over a year old so they’re not great but yeah
it’s obvious I like angst. Other than that I’ll be more than ecstatic to ramble about Jekyll and Hyde and all the deep meanings and things Hyde would do!!
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I saw the supernatural post you made and I couldn't help but think that Snape would hate the Winchesters. The way they hunt down anything that isn't like them in nature to kill it would remind him of Voldemort. Thoughts?
Anon, you just started me on my bullshit
Ok ok!
That’s a good comparison! I like where your heads at. I was thinking more along the lines of he’d notice how different they were
Right off the bat of meeting, think about first impressions: Dean is shoot first ask questions later. A wizard? Time to die mf. Sam on the other hand is like “Wait, he hasn’t done anything! Let’s just talk to him and figure out what’s going on”
Right off the bat, Dean is not in Snapes favor, but Snape isn’t up Sams ass either. It takes a lot more than patience to impress our bat bitch
When Dean finally does agree to talk, what do we all know comes next? A self righteous, snarky remark. Strike mf two. Meanwhile Sam looks annoyed or mildly uncomfortable with whatever Dean said because they are, in fact, standing in front of someone who could kill them in one word. Literally. Now he’s trying to change the subject and ask what’s going on and the standard “making sure you aren’t a threat” questions. Snape is a double spy, he can read body language. Sam does not approve of his brothers behavior…but he hasn’t said anything about it either
Give or take 30 minutes to an hour, what’s the next thing Snape is gonna notice? Deans attitude towards Sam
Do you see where I’m going with this?
He’s going to compare Dean to Sirius black (derogatory). I said what I said.
One would think “Sam is Regulus then?” Nope. He’s Remus.
THINK ABOUT IT!
Sam has demon blood in his veins and is outcasted and shamed for it, even by people who are close to him. Sam has been putting up with Deans sideways remarks and straight up abuse for how long? He makes excuses for Dean and when he DOES stand up for himself, he always apologizes or feels guilty about it. Remus and his lycanthropy! We saw in the books how they made sideways jokes about it. Joking about the full moon and shit. Then we have to remember “The Prank”
Sam sees how overly violent Dean is about hunting, he also sees how unfair and cruel he is. He ALSO sees how that unfairness and cruelty extends to friends. And while Sam actually does say something, he never says enough, and usually makes at least one excuse for Dean…Remus “Bystander” Lupin!
Sam was told that he was someone’s weapon at least twice in the show (Yellow eyes and Lucifer). I mean that sounds a lot like how werewolf!Remus was used as a weapon to almost kill Severus in “The Prank”. Just saying.
Severus knows all too well that a person’s intentions don’t always match their actions, so I don’t think he’d judge them for hunting, but he will notice the INTENTIONS. Dean hunts for sport and Sam hunts to save people. Difference.
Dean Winchester would trigger the fuck out of Severus Snape
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Hello, my lovelies!!
Thank you all so much for your submissions and interactions — it is so wonderful to be back in the company of truly wonderful people!!
I’ve been gifted with an abundance of happiness and strength that I simply needed to boast about it. Just a little! >w<
I’ll absolutely get back to your creative requests right after this! 🥹
V’s newly adopted daughter brought about a profoundly positive change in him, one both you and Jumin encouraged wholeheartedly. Jumin seemed giddier and far more optimistic now that his best friend was talking with him and inviting him over regularly.
And you felt a magnetic pull from Jumin as he expressed a playful and childlike side of himself, a side he didn’t show very often. Reason one billion, seven hundred and ninety-nine of why you loved your Jumin Han.
You played with a vivacious Lucy on the floor, bouncing your little doll against the floor of a Victorian dollhouse gifted to her by none other than her rich uncle. “The Prince is waiting for us! We must hurry!”
“I’m getting dressed!” Lucy opened an elegant dresser stuffed with little pieces of crocheted clothes done by your dear husband. “Oh, what shall I wear!”
Jumin’s chuckle distracted you. You spun to look at him; he raised his teacup towards you and continued speaking to V while still staring at you.
“Auntie, your turn to talk!!”
“Oh, uh —” you bounced your doll animatedly. “Put on the dress you bought last week!”
Lucy reached into the dollhouse; a loud crash suddenly alerted everyone in the room.
“Sweetheart?!” V sped towards his daughter, pulling her into his arms and searching her body for injuries. “Are you hurt? Sweetheart, look at me. Are you hurt?”
Lucy’s lower lip wobbled and tears flowed from her large blue eyes within seconds. “I… I broke the floor…”
After checking you over for any injuries, Jumin angrily reached for his phone. “This is completely unacceptable. I’m calling the manufacturer right now.”
“N-No,” Lucy stammered, wiping her tears with her tiny hands. “It’s my fault… I pushed… I pushed on it, and… p-please don’t be mad…”
You crawled to her, crooking a finger and lifting her chin. “Sweetie, accidents happen…! There could have been rot in the wood, so that’s why it needed to be knocked down! You performed a major service, you see!”
Lucy sniffed, unconvinced.
“Tell you what. Let’s give that room a brand new makeover!”
“C… Can we do that?” Lucy’s eyes pleaded with you.
“We’re gonna do our very best! It isn’t gonna be perfect, but it will be the best room by far because we recreated it!”
And you stuck to your word. Refusing pre-made models from your husband, you created miniature floorboards and light fixtures… after receiving a few minor shocks. Lucy carved furniture, painted her own art over the droll wallpaper, and knit a few new clothes with her Uncle Jumin.
And V helped dress each doll with their very own handmade dress. Or shirt. Or sweater.
After two weeks of working, the room was complete. It certainly contrasted the rest of the Victorian vibe, with its vibrant colors and bulky furniture, but none of you cared. Especially Lucy.
She tugged your sleeve, a proud sparkle in her eyes. “Auntie, auntie! Now that we’re finished, we can play in it!”
You smiled gently, running your fingers through her sandy brown hair. Jumin stepped in, shaking his head and producing a fairly stern tone. “Lucille, dove. Your aunt needs to rest.
“Aw… okay!!” Lucy spun towards her father, tugging his arm eagerly while begging for a yes to her question.
“Thank you,” you whispered, resting your weary head on Jumin’s chest. “My fingers are battered and my back is sore.”
Strong and capable arms holding you up, Jumin swayed slightly with you. “You know better than any of us how time consuming and rewarding construction is.”
You realized what he was talking about — how the walls and windows of your inner sanctum had been bashed in, leaving glass and dirt and other extremities everywhere.
It took you a grueling amount of time — weeks, months, years — making repairs and throwing out those who didn’t contribute to your greater good.
Including Jumin.
Your eyes flickered — Jumin lightly kissed your forehead. “You‘ve grown so much, my love. But if you start self-sabotaging by spending more time in someone else’s domain, then I’m afraid I’ll have to take necessary action.”
“Necessary action?”
“Break their door and carry you home, of course.” His brows shot up. “Or perhaps throw a rock at a window?”
“You shouldn’t damage property, Jumin.”
“I can if your host begins boarding you in.”
“No, I mean, you shouldn’t because I’ll have already bulldozed my way out.”
Your retort assuaged Jumin’s hardening gaze. “Haah… so it is true. From the ashes rises the Phoenix.”
Lifting you into his arms, you sank into Jumin’s embrace with ease, closing your eyes and pressing near. “I’m a hell of a Phoenix, too.”
Jumin chuckled gently. “Yes. You are.”
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