all hope abandoned

anonymous asked:

do you only like the maknae line of bts? you’re always writing things for jungkook, jimin, and taehyung but you rarely write for the hyung line aside from your one yoongi series. and it sounds like you have another jungkook series planned.

Nope.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

You can’t judge based on a word count.  I’m a G-Dragon stan from way back and I’ve never written a single fic about him and have no plans to do so.  

Some people write fics as a profession of love and to augment their fantasies about their favorite members.  Perhaps you mistakenly believe that everyone does that? Because that’s not what motivates me and many other content creators.

Like most fan fic writers, I have stories that I want to tell and the member who best suits the character is the one who gets chosen to “star” in the fic as the main character.  There are reasons why I’ve selected the members I’ve chosen to fill certain story characters… but none of the reasons are because I like one of them more than another.

The Ten Types of Supernatural Episode:  an Illustrated Guide.

1.  The Generic:

This is the kind of episode fandom veterans fondly refer to as “Old School Supernatural.”  Features a 70s rock soundtrack, a classic (yet in hindsight, relatively nonthreatening) ghost or monster, comically bad special effects, and body horror.  Probably from season one. 

Examples:  “Wendigo,” “Bloody Mary,” “Bugs.”    

2.  The Classic:

Not to be confused with the Generic, the Classic is the kind of episode that everybody remembers and everybody loves.  It’s infinitely quotable, carefully toes the line between hilarious and absurd, and is still frequently blogged about even if it came out 7+ years ago.  Almost definitely features Gabriel. 

Examples:  “Tall Tales,” “Mystery Spot,” “Changing Channels.”

3.  The Life Changer:

Once you see this episode, you will never be the same.  Whether it introduces a beloved character, kills them, or raises them from the dead, the Life Changer is the episode that either sends you into a downward spiral of unhealthy obsession, or merely accelerates it.

Examples:  “Lazarus Rising,” “Abandon All Hope,” “Lucifer Rising.”

4.  The Black Comedy:

Though much of Supernatural revolves around a unique cocktail of horror and humor, the Black Comedy is almost impossible to miss.  From famine-induced cannibalism, to a would-be antichrist, to a killer pagan Santa Clause, the humor of these episodes is darker than Batman’s worst nightmares and probably at least twice as depressing, yet manages to be oddly magical all the same.

Examples:  “Yellow Fever,” “My Bloody Valentine,” “A Very Supernatural Christmas.”

5.  The Crack Fic: 

These are the episodes whose only real purpose is to make you wonder if Supernatural is some kind of elaborate fever dream.  Neither advance the plot nor provide much further insight into its characters, but still entertaining in terms of pure absurdity. 

Examples:  “Man’s Best Friend with Benefits,” “It’s a Dog Dean Afternoon,” most of season seven.  

6.  The WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic:

Despite having the same brand surreal absurdity of the Crack Fic, the WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic not only serves to further character development, but will also tug at your heartstrings, make you laugh, and very likely make you cry. 

Examples:  “Monster Movie,” “Sam, Interrupted,” “Hunteri Heroici.”

7.  The Meta Fiction: 

Some shows break the fourth wall, but this one comes at it with a sledgehammer.  From directly addressing the fandom and its terminology to the show itself, the Meta Fiction episode is usually surprisingly enjoyable and well-done, if you can get past the sheer mindfuck of it.

Examples:  “Fanfiction,” “The French Mistake,” “Don’t Call me Shurley.” 

8.  The Tearjerker: 

This one specializes in one thing and one thing only, and that is emotionally destroying you.  May disguise itself as other kinds of episodes, like the Crack Fic and the Meta Fiction, before swiftly and efficiently moving in for the kill.

Examples:  “the Rapture,” “After School Special,” “the Man Who Would be King.”   

9.  The Tragedy Porn:

Do you enjoy watching your favorite characters suffer and die horribly for no particular reason?  No?  Well in that case, you picked the wrong show, my friend.  From the heart wrenching pain of Dean being forced to kick a newly-human Cas out of the bunker, to the soul-destroying injustices that were Kevin and Charlie, the Tragedy Porn is an episode that exists for no other reason than to make you want to crawl into a hole and die.

Examples:  “I’m No Angel,” “Dark Dynasty,” “Rock and a Hard Place.”

10.  The Grand Finale: 

The Tearjerker, made ten times worse with the addition of “Carry on my Wayward Son” and a cliffhanger ending.  Specializes in metaphorically ripping your heart out, making you sob like a pre-adolescent girl, and psyching you up for the next season, no matter how emotionally exhausted you may already be.

 Examples:  “No Rest For the Wicked,” “The Man Who Knew Too Much,” “Swan Song.”  

A messy concept of what my version of Blue would’ve looked like as a fledgeling in my Jurassic Feathers AU. A muddy, messy, bossy child who loves her two dads. 

I screwed up on her face so she looks more like a tyrannosaur chick, but trust me, she’s a Velociraptor. She’s based off Peregrine Falcon chicks and has yet to grow her facial feathers in or refine her motor skills, but be patient with her. She’ll learn.

 I’ll upload her siblings and a fixed version of this later.

@theasgardiantimelord @stardustroses  @sassfox79  @ethicalanime @chris-prattlesnake @meepshavelayers @lexiconmegatherium @a-dinosaur-a-day @iguanodont 

Look at the child!  

vintage-winchester  asked:

I'm confused. Does anyone know how Crowley got his hands on The Colt?? Did I miss something? (p.s. glad it's back in play.)

Dean drops it in 5x10 “Abandon All Hope” after using it unsuccessfully to try and kill Lucifer. It’s left behind as Cas teleports Sam and Dean away. Sometime after that, Crowley retrieves it. 

Basically …

Do you need to know anything more?

@prophecywings @lustertherainwing @fanwings

AU where Asha survives and is the Best Guardian and absolutely doesn’t tolerate Kestrel and Dune abusing the dragonets. Here, Asha is getting into a rather, ahem-heated argument with Kestrel over the treatment of the dragonets, specifically Glory. Asha is having none of your crap, Kestrel.

Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.3

Still shocked from the total annihilation of our ship and half of our crew, whereas another one was grievously wounded and at death’s door, we retreatet into the field again.
That pitchblack winged avatar of doom wasn’t alone anymore. Hordes of them circled in the sky and stalked through the shredded pieces of our ship, scavenging the mortal remains of our crew, of our comrades, of our friends.
And there was nothing we could do about it. Even with full force, our weapons would barely harm even one of those sick bastards, let alone drive the whole flock away. So all we could do was accept, retreat and reconsider our situation - or going nuts, like Üprrkl, a Pjörecian scientist under command of Dr. Proaxl.
“We’re done for! We all gonna die! Abandon all hope, for there is no chance we’re gonna make it! Our ship - gone! Our supplies - gone! Our respiratory systems - at 35%! Our…”
It was my first mate Xato Nexgrra, who attended to him. Calmly he put his weapon away, crawled over to the shivering, babbling formerly rational man. He sat down before him, showed an understanding glimpse. And hit him full throttle with all fifteen of his whip like limbs right in his face.
“SHUT! THE HELL! UP!”
The scientist, completly taken by surprise, obeyed speechless while rubbing his left face knob.

Dr. Proaxl made a harrumphing noise - how exactly, without a throat, has kept me riddling ever since. I apologised to her.
“I’m afraid one of the ship operating squad under my command laid a hand - or fifteen - on one of your squad members. It shall not repeat.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t apologise. I wanted to thank you, Xato Nexgrra, for I would have slapped him myself if I had arms. It’s no help giving in to despair. We have to focus on surviving, and first in securing treatment for Loxxar Kraes. We were able to stop the bleeding for now, but he indeed won’t make it if we can’t prevent an inflammation of the wound and stop his pain. It’s at dangerous levels right now.”
“J-just leave me behind” coughed the wounded soldier, and it seemed to drain all virtue out of him.
“NO WAY!!!” I had to hold back an emotional shivering, for it was not my words alone, but nine out of ten of us said it in chorus, even the lower ranks went all out and ignored military discipline to decline his demand. Alone Üprrkl didn’t say anything and I didn’t care whether it wasn’t his opinion or he just had accepted to shut the hell up.
Loxxar Kraes barked stertorously and closed his eyes, but his mime told me he felt proud and gratefull of his men and the rest of us.

“Allright, we can’t stay here, we have to move to find shelter, maybe supplies or even medicine. The road is out of the question, those flying spawns of hell would tear us apart. That round fluffy thing from before was at least peaceful when we didn’t try to touch it’s food. So through the woods, it is. Praxx, Rae’krotar, you both carry Loxxar Kraes. Dr. Proaxl and her squad around you, and Xato Nexgrra at the back, Lsrl Krck and Koarl cover the sides, I’ll take the lead. I’d say we follow the course of the road, maybe we find the sentinent life form and can request their help. Weapons alltime at the ready! Let’s go!”

Our formation ranged carefully through the terrain. After some distance, Dr Proaxl closed op to me.
“Loxxar Kraes is a fine soldier. Not many could endure this level of pain that long. But we have to hurry.”
I didn’t answer, just grumbled for myself.
The doc’s nebulous body touched my arm and immediately her voice rang inside of my mind: “Do you believe it would be wise to force contact to this world’s inhabitants?”
Under normal circumstances, this violation of my personal space would be considered grievely rude both in military and social ways, and if this would be any other day, Dr. Proaxl would be the last person in the whole universe who would nonchalantly cross that line. But this was not normal, this was not every other day, and we were not a IFPS ship’s crew anymore, we were cast aways, brothers and sisters who shared a gruesome fate.
And I realised immediatly, she only asked me in mind so the others couldn’t hear it and fuel up their doubts and latent despair.
“Have we any other choice?” I thought.
I didn’t get an answer.

Time was against us, in more than one way. We all knew that Üprrkl had hit the nail on the head. And any stand - the IFPS’ standardized unit of time - brought us nearer to the end - of whatever it might be. We swapped our positions, so everyone had once to carry our wounded companion, but it did’t help the fact all of us grew hungry and tired and slowed down.

“Let’s rest. It’s no use if anyone of us broke down. 20 stands to regain some stamina.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have something to eat?” asked Koarl.
“I ain’t gonna touch those grains!” yelled Rae’krotar.
We had seen some shadows of what might be those fluffy round beasts or any other lifeform of this planet. But since those shadows didn’t bother to come closer to us, we had no mentionable encounter since the disaster with our ship. And we intended to keep it that way, so we took some detours to avoid getting too near to any scattered grains crossing our path.
“Guys…”
It was Üprrkl. Xato Nexgrra’s slapping had shut him up for quite the time, but eventually he started to murmur his “we gonna die, we gonna starve, we gona suffocate” again and no one had the virtue to slap him again - at least hard enough so it would have any effect. So we decided to ignore him.
“Guys!!!….”
“Just what the heck is your probl… oh.”
“Seems like we gonna be the food.”
Behind our backs, two glowing yellow eyes glanced through the long shadows of the streaks. As I could recall, they were even bigger than that winged black bastard’s ones, and both of them starred at us simultaniously, frontal. The black pupils were narrow slits, and in the cornea we could see our own reflections.
“Those eyes are aligned to create two overlapping fields of view, capable of exact depth perception. It’s a predator!” proclaimed Üprrkl. What an unnecessary piece of information. As if those fangs and claws wouldn’t be self-explanatory. The body of the creature, probaply even bigger than the black flying monsters, huddled up, not in a defending way, but to prepare for a jumping attack. Even if you could only assume the whole size - most of it was covered by the shadows - one could tell the attack was imminent.

Suddenly, the earth shattered.
“KI…KI…KI..HE…KI…KI…KI…” It was a deafening noise, followed by an earthquake. And another one. And another.
“Those are steps!” screamed Üprrkl. Oh I began to hate his constantly uttering of the obvious.
The monster ceased preparing his attack and looked up to the sky. Up to it’s full size and coming one step into the light, it was so frickin’ huge it could have swallod one of us at whole. But there was something even more frickin’ Xaleates damn huge bursting through the tops of the cultivated grass: A giant! A frickin’ gigantic giant! With a head taller than a mountain and limbs longer than our former ship’s supply tunnels, with five appendices at their ends, forming grotesk claws like parts of construction site vehicles.
“AH…THE…U…R…IT… TI… TO… GO… HO…”
The gigantic limb reached for the “smaller” monster’s neck and pulled it upwards. The “little” monsters hung like a sack, obviously devote to its unavoidable fate.
The giant lifted the monster to its breast and hold it firm, then it threw its glance onto us. Parallel eyes! A predator like nothing comparable in the universe!
“OH… IT… U…! I… SA… UR… SHI… CRA… AN… TRY… TO… HE… U… BUT… U… WE… GO…” growled the giant. We were to frightened to move just a single limb, let allone run away. Only Dr. Proaxl - who hadn’t limbs - could move. And she went straight up to the giant, levitating right to his head.
“No! Doctor!” I screamed, but she ignored me.
The giant stared at her with wide opened eyes, studiing its prey to the fullest.
Dr. Proaxl had now reached its head, passed the enormous jaw with teeth big like daggers, meant to crush anything between it. Then she went straight for a single prominent knob in the middle of the giant’s face - and touched it.
The pupils of the giant widened vastly as Dr. Proaxl entered its mind.
“Oh, what pleasant surprise!” her voice chimed down to us. “It’s this world’s  sentinent inhabitant. It’s willing to help us. And it’s a pup.”

Humans are weird pt 4

With the humans aboard Commander Narrynite’s ship, there hadn’t been a dull moment. In fact, he quite enjoyed the bizarre behaviors and their often confusing characteristics. He was eager to see more of the human’s skills and requested a somewhat risky cargo pick up. The supplies were needed urgently and he was confident his unit could successfully transfer them.

While the crew initiated take off, Narrynite gave them a brief overview of the plan.

“We have been tasked to retrieve medical supplies from a port on the planet Alpho which are urgently needed for a disease ravaging Jythoa.”

As this assignment was for Commander Narrynite’s home planet, the humans felt a greater sense of responsibility. Without another word, the ship shot forward.

The trip to the port on Alpho was short and they docked without incident. Human Tom was speaking to the cargo attendant as he was the only crewmember that spoke Alphon.

“Human Tom, please tell the attendant that we are almost done loading the supplies and shall be departing within the hour.”

After relaying the message, Human Tom approached Narrynite with an uncharacteristic expression on his face. “Is there something amiss, Human Tom?”

“Commander, something about the attendant doesn’t sit right with me,” Human Tom responded as he ran his fingers through the fur on the top of his head.

Narrynite had heard that the human’s instincts were unparalleled and knew this could not be ignored. “Human Tom, tell the crew to load the cargo as quickly as they can. We need to depart immediately.”

With the unit informed, the supplies were placed on the ship somewhat haphazardly, but they took off within a matter of minutes.

Once they were off of Alpho, Narrynite eased and he instructed the crew to set a course to Jythoa. Around an hour later, Human Ann gasped. Knowing that behavior was generally not a positive one, Narrynite said “Human Ann, is there a problem?”

“Commander, the radar indicates that there is a ship following us. They seem a little close.”

Human Chris went over to the status panel. His face scrunched together in what Narrynite had determined to be concentration. “Sir,” Human Chris muttered, “I think we’re being followed.”

Before Narrynite could respond, the ship was hit and the Jythoans and humans were thrown around the cabin. The alarms were sounding and the panel indicated a cargo breach.

“What in the Gods good graces was that?” Narrynite sputtered.

With their unnerving speed, the humans were on their feet and checking the ships status. “Shit!” yelled Human Ann. If Narrynite knew anything, he knew when the humans began cursing, he should abandon all hope.

“Commander Narrynite, we’ve been boarded by a foreign ship. They appear to be pirates,” Human Ann sighed.

Though he was a military commander, he wasn’t trained to confront a force that was on a ship. As Human Chris was trying to notify the crew, a loud bang made them all freeze. This was all happening so fast, Narrynite was quickly losing confidence.

Another bang sent them all rushing to the back of the cabin. Narrynite took note of who was here with him. He was responsible for all of them, and he let them down. It dawned on him that not only these humans and Jythoans were doomed, but also those afflicted with the disease on Jythoa as they were never to receive the lifesaving medication.

The four pirates broke into the cockpit and Narrynite lost the sliver of hope he was clinging to. He had heard of this species, they were notoriously ruthless. They were known as the Mlith. Slender, oily gray skinned, and bipedal like the humans, they had one optical opening which was small and cloudy. Their ruthlessness was usually attributed to their poor vision, as they shot at anything that moved before it could attack.

“Where is the commander?” it said with a chilling hiss.

As Narrynite began to step forward, Human Chris stepped out in front of him.

“If you want the commander, you’re going to have to go through me,” Human Chris growled at the Mlith.

“You stupid, filthy human. Give me the commander, or I’ll shoot you and take him anyway,” the leader of the Mlith said as it raised a gun and pointed it at Human Chris.


Narrynite was horrified. He had become rather fond of the humans and the thought of losing one of them was unbearable. “Please, I am-”


“I said,” Human Chris snarled “if you want the commander, you’ll have to go through me first.”


“I didn’t come here to kill you, but it makes no difference,” it spit.


“Do it,” Human Chris said flatly.


“NO! Please, just take me and -”


“Shoot me!” Human Chris yelled.


It was if time slowed as the Mlith pulled the trigger and a bullet struck Human Chris in the shoulder. Before he could hit the ground, Human Ann had launched herself onto the back of the nearest Mlith and stabbed it in the head, using her weight to slam it down and rip its upper limb off. Human Tom had seemingly came out of nowhere and swept a Mlith off its feet and as it’s body hit the floor, he drew a gun from his hip and swiftly shot it in the head.


The two remaining Mlith were dazed, but regained their composure quickly. The one facing Human Ann brought its gun up and shot her in the leg. Human Ann raised her face with a terrifying “smile” that Narrynite knew wasn’t friendly. She then picked the Mlith limb up off the floor and swung it so hard that when it connected with the head of the Mlith it gave a sickening crunch.


Human Tom’s gun had somehow been knocked from his hand, and as he frantically tried to grab his knife, the Mlith was using the advantage to corner him. A shot rang out and with a start, Narrynite realized that it had come from Human Chris. He was leaning on one shoulder, a gun in hand. The Mlith hit the floor and Human Tom gave a deep sigh.


“Holy shit, I was nervous for a second there,” Human Tom said wiping gray sludge from his shirt.


“Chris, are you okay?” Human Ann asked.


“I’ve been worse. Are you hit?”


Human Ann “smiled” again and stuck her finger in the bullet hole “good thing it shot my prosthetic. It would really suck to have two bum legs.”


Complete and utter shock was the only feeling Narrynite was currently capable of. They were so casual in their conversation that it was hard to believe what just happened.


“Human Chris, you need to go to the infirmary immediately!” Narrynite said as reality began to set in.


“Yes, sir,” grunted Human Chris as he was helped to his feet.


“Wait,” called Narrynite, “Human Chris, why did you mean to sacrifice yourself for me?”


“Because you’re the best commander I’ve ever had. And you’re bringing medicine you the sick. I couldn’t just stand by and watch you get killed for trying to help people. We sacrifice ourselves for the greater good, it’s what we do.”


The words of Human Chris washed over Narrynite and when they settled in his arterial sac, he felt something he’d never heard of before. It was similar to gratitude and fondness, but it was something deeper. “I will do anything and everything to ensure you do not perish, Human Chris.”


“Don’t worry, I think I’ll be fine. Bullet wounds to the shoulder are usually not fatal, but I appreciate it all the same.”


With that Human Chris was rushed to the infirmary. As Narrynite stood in the cockpit alone, he took in all that had just happened. Out of every species he’d ever come across, humans were by far the craziest, most unpredictable and most honorable species there ever was.