Summary: After a breakup between the reader and Dean, she makes a drastic decision…
Pairing/Characters: Dean x Reader, Dean x Demon!Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Word Count: 2089
Warnings: angst, language, violence, drinking, mention of sex, mention of torture, violence
A/N: haven’t done anything original in a while. This will be a nine part series based on the hours of the demon cure. Tell me if you want to be tagged in this series! Will be updating the masterlist, frequently. Hope you guys like it :)
Pain. That’s what I felt as I drove away from the bunker. Tears streamed down my face and I felt like my heart was going to fall out of my chest. A fight was what broke Dean and I apart.
I would’ve enjoyed getting in and out of my trip home without visiting Times Square but we wanted hot chocolate after the Perturbator show and the Starbucks there is 24 hours and our options were slim at 1:30am. And then I didn’t get hot chocolate haha oops. :D
If anyone who knows Japanese wants to translate it, please help! Below are the notes I managed to jot down via my cell phone and my memories of the answers he gave.
-When asked whether or not he likes 2D girls or 3D girls, (which he laughed so hard once the question was translated), he spoke of the merits of both, and after pondering in an animated manner, he decides he loves both.
- When asked which was his fav music tracks from Umineko and Higurashi, he stated that Golden Slaugther From Umineko and You from Higurashi was his favourites.
- When asked how the visual novels from the company Key Visual Arts (creators of Air, Kanon, Clannad etc) inspired him, he stated that with Key stories, it starts up normal and happy, but as the story develops, is slowly turns deeper and sadder as you reach its climax. He compared the story flow to the Tower of Terror in Disneyland, where the ride starts out straight and normal and calm, and then it rapidly plummets and freaks the riders out via a heavy drop, Key stories the sadness drops in, but for his stories, the horror drops in. A side note: Ryu07th has worked on a Key game, Rewrite, he wrote one of the scenario arcs in that game.
-When asked about his feelings on the creators or Fate Stay Night, Type Moon(whom he has a working relationship with, since Rumiko Chie is based off of Ciel from Tsukihime by Type Moon), he comments that they are like the gods of Doujin Visual novels. They walk in and he gets the urge to worship the grount they are on, and comments that the artist Takuechi has a large presence, which he compare it to a character from Fist of the North Star. It got harder to hear the translator at this point, but it seems that Ryu07th plays Mahjong with them quite a bit. If folks who know Japanese can help be clarify this point it would be appreciated.
- When asked who is his waifu, he boiled down his options to Beatrice and
- When asked about this thoughts of coming to Los Angles, he comments that the burgers here are much bigger and taste really good, that he will have a hard time eating burgers in Japan now since he tasted the good stuff.
- When asked the inevitable question on “what really happened on
Rokkenjima Island, his response was to exclaim in English : “ Halloween Party!” Everyone in the crowded burst into laughter. Ryu07th has such a awesome sense of humor.
- When asked who the culprit really is , he said “ MEEE! “ in English. Again, laughter occurs.
- When asked what kinda of video games he like his works to be spun off into, he comments a survival horror game similar to Resident Evil or Silent Hill would be pretty awesome.
- His favourite adaptation medium for Higurashi and Umineko were the mangas, and he worked closely with the manga artists to make sure the story was clear and clarified, so everyone in the manga should be considered canon.
- Fans have noted that the character Lion Ushiromiya from Umineko bears a similar physical resemblance to Saber from Fate Stay night, and her voice actress in the PS3 version is the same actress as Saber, Ayako Kawasumi. When asked if this was intentional, he stated that the voices were picked from many audition reels that he listened to, and it was coincidence that Ayako was picked. He also noted that scheduling recording sessions with Ayako was more chaotic due to her busy schedule.
- On another note regarding voice actors, he said it is mandated that the voice actress for Ciel from Tsukihime and
Rumiko Chie from Higurashi must be the same actress, since Rumiko is based off of Ciel.
- When asked what kinda of story he would tell if he makes a choose your own adventure type story, he wants a tale where a boy has to choose between 2 girls, and one of them wields a hatchet.
- When asked which version of Beatrice was his favorite, he said that he loves all versions, though the one in episode 1-3 is a particular favorite of his.
-His writing process involves him having a story goal in his mind, the end result so to speak, and then he has to figure out how to set a path for the story development to reach that goal. As he writes, the path to the goal is hardly ever straight foward and simple.
- When asked about the name choices in Umineko, he stated that since Higurashi had more oriental names, he wanted Western names for Umineko to differentiate it, though he is aware thanks to fans that Battler is still a weird name.
- He would like to do side stories with Umineko, like what he did for the Higurashi fan disks. A fan in the panel had an idea of a mystery in Umineko where everyone dies in one single room, and he thought that notion was interesting.
- When asked whether Keiichi and Rika could potentially form a romantic relationship, he feels that with Rika’s real personality, the chances of it being one sided from Keiichi is higher than the other way around, but then he joked saying that “Ryu07th has first dibs on Rika before Keiichi!” EDIT: He thinks there’s a very good chance Rika will fall in love with Keiichi because of what he did during her 100 years. Plus, Keiichi is likely to turn out like Akasaka. But Ryukishi07 has first dibs on Rika.)
- With Rika’s real persona being a wise old woman, he coined the term “Lolibaba”, a mixture of the word grandma in Japanese with the english term Lolita.
Notes: Written for @leiascully ‘s prompt: Balance, though it was initially supposed to be for Oktoberficfest (or Octoberficfest?)
The Stability of Pain
She lay in bed staring at the stark white surface of her
ceiling, lying perfectly still, concentrating on her breathing.
Inhale through the nose, hold it for five seconds, exhale
through the mouth, repeat .
The clock to her right reads 2:36 a.m., though she refuses
to look at it, she doesn’t need to. She
feels each minute as it passes, time ticking by so slowly that it almost feels
as if it’s going in slow motion. For the
first hour she lay there tossing and turning, sending quick glances to her
clock before checking it twice, convinced that the screen had frozen.
It’s agonizing how
slow time passes when you’re lying in wait, yet waiting for nothing. Just for it to pass.
Tonight, her bedroom is quiet, save for her long breaths. Her eyes close tight and she wills herself to
concentrate on the smooth, elongated whoosh of air entering and leaving her
lungs. The same amount of concentration
isn’t needed to be able to hear her daughters breathing that last night she lay
comatose in the hospital bed. All she
has to do is sit quietly for a few moments and the sound of the oxygen nasal
cannulas whistle rings in her ears, her congested breaths wet and haggard.
The rapid rise and fall of her small hospital gown covered chest
plays like a movie on the back of her eyelids when she closes her eyes. The vision, one no mother should ever fall
victim to seeing, is now burned into her brain, branding her soul.
During the day, when the sun is high and she’s clad in her armor
of perfectly tailored suits and precisely applied makeup, it’s these occurrences
that nestle deep between her shoulders blades.
Hidden securely beneath her black blazer, the inconspicuous weight of
the events bear down on her small frame, screaming violently at her as they
threaten to topple her over at any given moment. Even
amidst the loudness of the daytime filled with the endless chatter, the bustle
of cars caught in midday traffic, the endless chirps of cell phones, the
memories are there haunting her like a shadow she can’t seem to shake
It’s the nighttime, however, where her thoughts are accosted
by glimpses of a future that was destined to end before really beginning. The factual being replaced by the
fantasy. The dreams she has for a
miracle child born with an early expiration date, pointless hopes for a
daughter who will never be granted the right to experience them, torment her as
the seconds pass by at a glacial pace.
There was to be no bedtime stories or “Please just read it once
more, mommy,” as the Elmo nightlight cast a comforting glow throughout the
small room before bed. Her tiny body tucked
into the crook of her arm as she pulled her purple covers up to her chin,
promising to go to sleep if Goodnight Moon could be read one last time.
No first day of school excitement as they packed her new
backpack full of school supplies and the Wonder Woman lunchbox she’d insisted
that she absolutely needed. Her new
shoes that are covered in sparkles with the laces double knotted so not to
become loose during a game of ‘tag’ during recess.
There would be no holding her snuggly until she felt her hot
chocolate scented breath puff against her neck, signaling she was finally
asleep, and pressing a kiss to her forehead while silently wishing her sweet
Early Christmas mornings that faintly smell of sugar cookies
and are filled with the delighted squeals of a little girl surrounded by
presents wrapped in reindeer themed paper and red felt bows, or impromptu bubble
baths with toys floating around in the middle of a rainy Saturday were simply not
fated for her.
She turns slowly in bed, burrowing into the faux comfort that
only a heavy duvet and down pillows can provide, squeezing her eyes shut to
shield her brain from the time displayed on the clock. When your alarm clock is set to wake you in
just a few short hours, it’s best not to know that the time spent tossing and
turning is longer than the time you’ll get actually sleeping, she thinks.
With the release of a deep, resigned sigh, her
brain attempts to assure her that the what could have been is far different
than what should have been, that her choice to end the child’s misery was the
right thing to do. It reminds her that the
sharp pain she feels throughout the day balances out the aching that replaces it
at night, both of which she has been destined to carry with her until her end
But her heart betrays her, reminding her nightly that she
had been a mother for a short while. For six days she had been a mom to a little girl who looked exactly like Melissa,
before the long beep alerted her to the lack of a heartbeat and the abrupt ending
of her short journey into motherhood that was never meant to be.