“So… what keeps you awake at night on the worst of days, guys? You know, besides, rollercoasters, fish and… chinese fingertraps?”
************ Song: Safe and Sound as sung by Sam Tsui I like experimenting with characters and finding out what makes them tick, or what could. Besides the fears stated above that we are all familiar with, I have my own take on what Milo, Zack and Melissa fear the most. Too long to post here, but maybe one day I’ll go in more detail with a comic or something. It’s certainly something I would love to share with everyone ^^ For now, have these :)
Fear can bring out the worst in most people and fear is evidence of a lack of faith. For some people its a lack of faith in God, for others its a lack of faith in themselves, and for others its a lack of faith in their fellow man.
Whatever the mechanics of the spell the runaway apostates
had levied at them, it took weeks for the effects to fully fade away.
They came to him when he slept, memories that were not his,
that were so real he forgot they were not his until he woke. Nightmares that
shook him to his core, left him sick.
And every day, Fenris grew more and more distant.
Hawke couldn’t stop it. He tried everything he could think
of, practically begged Anders to check him out, and almost even considered
asking Merrill to use blood magic, before the dreams finally began to lose
shape and potency. He never thought he would be grateful to have his own
Fenris had trouble looking at him.
“All right,” Hawke said. They had avoided each other, once
it became clear what was happening. Breaking the silence between them felt like
shattering glass. The elf sat by the fire, his shoulders rounded and hunched,
his hand playing with the favor on his wrist, and he flinched at his words, but
did not look up. Hawke approached slowly, stepped into the circle of light cast
by the fire with his own hands spread. “I’m going to come sit next to you,” he
told him. “Fenris, we have to get over this. I shouldn’t have lied to you; I’m
The elf didn’t look up, but he did speak. “You think I’m
upset with you?” he asked. His voice was rough. Hawke hadn’t heard it in weeks.
He hated the defensive way that he held himself.
Hawke stopped, just inside the warm ring of light. The rest
of the mansion was dark as pitch, and cold and unattended. He wished he had
found the courage to come see Fenris sooner.
“I didn’t know how to deal with this,” Hawke said. “I still
“You must have seen so much by now,” Fenris said, cold,
Hawke said, “Yes.”
“I never wanted you to know. I never wanted you to see me…like
“Like what?” he asked, and the elf snarled in response.
spat. “Content. Danarius told me that
life was my place, and I believed
him. I thought I – I felt – I only
wanted his approval, his pleasure. I only wanted - !”
It was a long time before Hawke spoke again. He moved, joined the elf on the little bench by the fire, the light bouncing off the elf’s snowy hair. Fenris plucked at the favor and did not look up, even when Hawke kissed his head, his ear, his cheek.
“That wasn’t you,” Hawke said. “That was done to you.”
“I allowed it to be done.”
“You didn’t have a choice.”
Fenris looked up, then, closer than they’d been in weeks. His eyes moved over Hawke’s face, and there was something cautious in his
eyes, wary. He seemed surprised when he said, “You don’t appear to look at me
“You thought I would?” Hawke asked. He pressed his forehead to the elf’s. He said, “Fenris, I love you.”
“Yes,” Fenris said. “I saw – our meeting. Our flirtation, the first time we kissed. More. When you look at
me – Hawke, I’m not what you think I am. You’ve seen that now.”
“You’re not,” Hawke agreed. “You’re more.”
Fenris frowned at him, but his hands stilled. He searched Hawke’s face again. “You still want me,” he realized, and even though he wasn’t meant to answer, Hawke did.
This is a little sketch of a nightmare my Dad told me about once. This was the only in-color dream he ever had. In the dream, a nightmare moose with tentacles coming out of its back was chasing him through the woods. The image has stuck with me for years… and so.
Don’t Fear the Reaper
Chapter 43: The Truth Comes Out
Sam Winchester x Reader
You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites. You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5
Following Sam’s orders, you paced the small motel room as Sam and Dean went to find out more about the Dragon you were facing. It made you nervous, and you were actually glad that you had been left behind. While they were out trying to locate the mythical being, you called Bobby, asking for his help.
“A dragon? Those things really exist?” Bobby asked as you heard him banging around in that kitchen of his.
“Yeah, they do. And do you have any idea on what kills them? Because I’m sure what I used way back when isn’t easily found.” You explained as you stared out the window, waiting for Sam and Dean to return.
I am so proud of how far this crazy herder mutt has come in such a short amount of time. She came to me an under-exercised, under-stimulated, untrained demon-beast with behavior issues that the average pet owner can’t handle.
That I didn’t know how to handle.
Now, almost three years later, I understand her. I am able to listen and communicate with her, and she has taught me so much about dog behavior and rehabilitation. Korra may not have been the dog that I wanted (at first), but she is definitely the dog that I needed.
Today, I can take this pointy-eared demon dog on a 30min + walk offlead (with the leash dragging, as there are leash laws) around the neighborhood, passing dogs, cars, and all sorts of distractions without breaking a heel. She is confident, she trusts in me, and I reward her with freedom and unconditional love.
For those of you who struggle with your dog’s behavior problems, I understand you. I was you. We were lucky enough to find an amazing dog trainer to help us along in our journey, who gave us hope when we were in our darkest hour.
I an so glad I didn’t give up on Korra because my life would have been very different if I had.