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theflatwoodsmonsterisalesbian  asked:

Just wondering in the vanpire fic how does one turn someone into vampire? Has peter offered to do so to juno? Does he not want juno to have to be a vampire like him? Has he ever accidently almost turned him? (My old twilight fan self is peeking out from the box she's shoved in)

Oh, Twilight. I have a complicated relationship with that series.

I used to be a die-hard fan, complete with lots of meta about where the series was going and what was actually going on, how Bella was an unreliable narrator, etc. And then the last book came out and I realized that all of the things I thought were meant to be subtext and foreshadowing were… not actually those things. That, and the whole last book being about first a wedding, then a pregnancy, then a baby, which… yeah, I have not been shy about my feelings about that subject.

I did not take it well.

My feelings have mellowed considerably since then– a lot of that comes with the realization that the things that made me so upset aren’t even remotely uncommon, particularly in stories written by/for dudes, but none of them get nearly the same amount of vitriol or outright hatred. So I learned to chill.

It’s one of the big reasons why I keep reiterating that my meta isn’t meant to be taken as expectation– because bad things happen when you pin your hopes to a thing that the writer didn’t actually intend to put there.


Peter is a vampire | Part 2 (NSFW) | Part 3 (NSFW?)

This one will be somewhat NSFW. There’s also some discussion of depression and suicidal thoughts.


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Trick or Treat

Part 2

Modern Au where Mor drags Feyre to a Halloween party and she just so happens to run into Rhys who is the other half of her couples costume. (It follows my other fic which you can read here.)

Word Count: 3,058

((I will most likely be continuing this. And as always I would love your feedback.))

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Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9.

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“Come on, Feyre, you have to go, it’s Halloween,” Mor pleads with me from where she is perched on my bed.

I swivels in my chair. I was sitting at my desk, my latest project –which was giving me hell— was sitting atop it.

The assignment was to create a life like version of an iconic character, villain, or Halloween monster.

“Mor, you know I would love to go with you, but I need to finish my project. Plus, I don’t have a costume,” I admit, to her, I tap the end of my graphite pencil on the sketchpad next to my blank canvas. I hadn’t even begun to paint, and dozens of pieces of paper littered the floor around my desk. The assignment was due on Tuesday. Three days, that’s all I had now, and there was nothing on my canvas.

I look over to where Mor was sitting on my bed. Her makeup was already done. This year she was going as Tinkerbell and Peter pan with Azriel. Her golden hair was thrown up into an expertly slicked back bun. Sparkles adorned her cheeks and her eyes were done up in golds and soft shades of green.

We had both gotten grumbles from Azriel about wearing tights.  Tights, and the fact that he actually had to wear a color other than black for once in his life. The only reason he had shut up about it was because of the fact that Mor had told him that she would take it all off for him after the party.

“Come on Feyre, Rhys will be there, and you can wear my costume from last year, you’ll look so good in it. Please?” She dragged out the word as she clasped her hands together just below her chin.

Her lips were pulled into a pout, and I swear she was giving me puppy dog eyes.

My teeth clench together. I had tried not to think about Rhys or our fateful meeting of me beating him with a shoe. He was still in town, and ended up taking up the spare room in Cassian and Azriel’s house as a more permanent residence for the time being.

I had narrowly avoided him while he was staying here, but since he moved out I hadn’t see him. I would never admit this out loud, but some nights I would wake up with those damned eyes and his tattoos lingering behind me eyelids.

Damn his sexy tattoos.

And then of course there was the time I had walked in on him in the bathroom. In my defense, I thought he was Mor. We shared a bathroom so we were always walking in on each other.

But one day, I was dying with a headache and needed to get into medicine cabinet for Advil before it turned into a migraine. I walked right in on Rhys.

The water had just been shut off when I was trying to find it—I had heard curtain being pulled back as I grabbed the bottle and poured a few into my hand.

“Sorry Mor, I was just–” my sentence was cut short then, because Rhys was the one in the shower, not Mor.

He had had a towel slung low on his hips, water still glistening on his sculpted chest and abdominals.

His chest.

Good god, it was in that moment that I had decided I found tattoos incredibly attractive. Swirls of dark color covered his chest and shoulders, then faded out in tendrils of ink down his arms.

He had smiled at me with a wicked grin.

“You could have told me you were going to join me in the shower, Feyre darling,” he had purred at me.

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Request: She’s Always A Woman

Request: Can you do a one shot based off of song “ she’s always a women to me” where the reader is sam and dean’s sister and she is asleep in the impala and the song is kinda what dean is thinking about her. Whatever u want to happen after that. Thnks luv ya

Word Count: 1,471

Oh, that song brings back memories!! Thank you, love you too

You sigh softly in your sleep, your legs tucking up closer to your chest a little more. Your face changes for a moment, twisting into a light grimace, before relaxing once more. Dean’s eyes flicker up to the rear-view mirror and he glances at your bruised up face – you’d come seriously close to dying just hours ago, and yet you sleep soundly, the dawn light sending waves of gold over your face.

The case had been a rough one to say the least, but you’d handled it with the skill and expertise of an adult – at nineteen, you’ve seen a lot of things most teenagers don’t dare to dream of and it’s shaped you into more than you seem. Your young features are a mask for wisdom and knowledge, Dean recognises, his mind falling back to the previous day.

You breathe deeply as you get back into the car – the morgue had been the least pleasant trip you’ve ever taken. The victim was so young – and to make it worse, you’d known her, having gone to school with her for a few years. It had hit you hard, whisking the air from your lungs – you close your eyes and try to ignore the images of the girl behind your lids.

“Y/N?” Dean asks softly, turning to look back at you. You don’t open your eyes, but let out a gentle ‘mm?’ sound to let him know you’re listening, “Are you alright?”

You nod slowly, “I’m fine, Dean.” You assure him – when you first joined the brothers, you didn’t ever cover up your feelings and encouraged them to share theirs too, but these days, he can see into your casual lie. It’s quietly heart-shattering for him – his faith that you could still manage to be an ordinary girl despite all of the horrors you faced on a daily basis slips away a little more with each lie.

You open your eyes then, giving him a shaky smile as if you know he’s struggling to find words to comfort you. The hurt concealed behind your perfect irises shines through and though Dean feels a surge of pride at your strength, it breaks his heart that you’re hurting – you’re his little sister, and all he’s ever wanted to do is protect you. He doesn’t see the swirling pain inside of you, but he knows it’s there, and the only reason he doesn’t see it is simply that you don’t want him to.

You bury your face in your hands like a child, holding back tears.

He watches you, not needing to pay attention to the deserted road. With you and Sam both sleeping, these are the hours he appreciates the most – Zeppelin playing softly through the speakers, the golden orange light of dawn slowly becoming brighter as the summer sun raises over the Eastern horizon,

“It’s okay, Dean-o,” You grin teasingly, “I got this one. Something tells me I’m more his type than you are.” You shoot a playful wink at both of your brothers, fix your shirt straighter, check your phone screen like a mirror, and head over to the guy at the bar.

This isn’t the first time you’ve flirted your way to info, and neither will it be the last, but every time Dean feels that little pang of anger. How dare some lowlife cretin even think about putting his hands anywhere near you? Does he know how easy it would be for Dean to just accidentally-?

You’re almost an adult. You’ve got this, he reminds himself, watching as you giggle and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The man’s eyes rake up and down your form and Dean clenches his fists angrily.

You look up at the man, your eyes wide innocently – the trick wouldn’t work on Dean (he’d give you what you wanted minus the tricks, but that’s not the point) but the man falls hook, line, and sinker.

“The truth?” He hears you ask boldly, and the man laughs, his rough hand coming to rest on your forearm. He leans in and whispers something into your ear, causing your eyes to widen. You’ve gotten the information, and you quickly excuse yourself, promising to be back soon. You walk straight from the bar, out of the doors and into the parking lot. Sam and Dean follow quickly, catching up with you halfway across.

“Well?” Sam prompts, and you grin victoriously.

“I’ve got it. I’ve gotten our guy, it’s the postie.” You say with a smile, before a hint of mischief spreads onto your face, “Oh, and guys?”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, and you hold up a packed leather wallet.

“We’re eatin’ fancy tonight.” You say, pressing the thing into dean’s unsuspecting hands before getting straight into the car. The brothers share a look, identical smiles on amusement on their faces.

Sam begins to stir around then, his mouth opening in a wide yawn.

“Mornin’, slugger.” Dean says affectionately. Sam narrows his eyes at his older brother, straightening his stiff back.

“You’re happy this morning.” He comments, and Dean shrugs.

“Can’t a guy just appreciate a beautiful morning anymore?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” You shriek, raking your hands through your hair. Dean is stood in front of you, trying to explain why running straight in there is a bad plan. You stand suddenly, fixing your hair into a ponytail and picking up weapons.

“What did I just say?!” Dean snaps, and you whirl on him.

“There’s a kid in there,” You hiss, “There’s no plan except save that freaking child, do you hear me?”

Dean pauses – he’s never, ever, in his entire hunting career, taken orders from you. You’re entirely set on this, and at this point there is no way in hell that he’s going to be able to change your mind. He nods numbly – motioning to Sam to get moving.

You’ve always been fiercely protective over children – all of you are, to an extent, but you especially. You’ve seen too many childhoods torn away by these creatures and you’ll be damned if you’ll let some disgusting monster steal another. You straighten your back fearlessly, slinging your gun over your shoulder and marching into the ramshackle house.

It’s chaos, to say the least. Blood is smeared on the floor and your nose upturns at the smell of flesh. You keep going, though, leading the trio of hunters. It’s as if you’re some kind of avenging angel as you sweep through, lesser demons moving to the side as a mere look from you tears them apart long enough to get you past them. You get into the room, seeing the family tied to chairs at the back as the mother is tortured for information, her young daughter crying in terror.

“Step away from her.” You say coldly, injecting pure ice into the atmosphere. Sam and Dean can only swear as the demon approaches you slowly, eyes narrowed.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“Hey, guys?” Your voice comes from the back seat, “Are we stopping for breakfast soon?”

Sam turns around, nodding.

“We’d better. I’m starving, and Dean’s been driving all night.” He agrees, and you shoot Dean a look.

“I told you to wake me if you got tired.”

“I didn’t. And you needed the sleep.” He smiles fondly, handing you a water bottle. You take it gratefully, drinking it down as if you’ve just walked a hundred miles through a desert.

“I’m going to take you down.” You tell him coolly, causing a deep, rumbling laugh. The man – demon – ­squares up.

“Go for it, sweetheart.”

You turn to Sam and Dean, “Get them outta here.” You instruct, before diving into the fight. The brother get to work getting the family loose – mother, father, and daughter – before turning back in time to watch the demon wrestle you to the floor. Punch after punch lands on your face and you take the blows with a strange sort of elegance – and then, they realise why.

While he’s punching you, you’re reaching for your blade. While the demon’s hands wrap around your neck with bruising force, you jam it between his fourth and fifth ribs, collapsing to the ground beneath his weight as he topples onto you.

Your brothers haul you up and check for major injuries – nothing you haven’t sustained before – and get you out of there, through the corridor of black smoke as lesser demons escape; their master gone. You smile through the wet, sticky blood. You did it.

You run a finger over your split lip, “So, where to next?” You ask, and Dean laughs, incredulous at your lust for adventure.

He’s watched you grow, from being a young, innocent child, and into the wise, incredible woman you’ve become today. Dean floors it, watching the world whiz by outside, still in awe of you.

If you’re Losing It over Overwatch: Reflections but in a Bad Way because of Shipping Sad Times

Okay, I said I had to gather my thoughts, and I did, it just took a lot less time than I expected. Fair warning this is gonna be long as FUCK.

First thing’s first: all of the comics, at least the ones released so far, take place before the events of the actual physical Overwatch game (though possibly after the events of ‘Recall’), since by that time people are using dropships and transporting gauntlets and doing generally Overwatch-y things and aren’t off by themselves. Keeping that in mind, let’s look at what we ACTUALLY can get from the comic and what is ACTUALLY just speculation and how that connects to ships like Pharmercy/Reaper76/Widowtracer, etc.

Genyatta/Gency: I’m not really on board with either of these ships, but that’s personal preference, and I can see why other people would be. Genji’s hanging out with Zenyatta, so there’s potential there for the two of them, and he’s writing a letter to Angela, so there’s potential there for the two of them. Nothing definite. If you’re into it, there’s stuff to get excited about, and if you’re not, there’s nothing really to worry about - if you’re a Pharmercy shipper, keep in mind that people write Christmas letters/cards to people they’re not romantically involved with literally all the time; it makes perfect sense for Genji to write to the woman who saved his friggin’ life, even if there’s no little hearts floating around anywhere. Moving on.

Pharmercy: This is one of the ships that kind of takes a hit, but I don’t see anything approaching a nail in a coffin or even a nail or a coffin just by itself. Fareeha’s having dinner with a dude with streaks of silver in his hair; it could be a dinner date, or it could be with her dad. I’m leaning more towards the date for several reasons: the first is that Ana Amari is 60 and has stark white hair. Not little streaks of gray, we’re talking whiter than Jack Morrison. The dude Fareeha is eating with does not look 60. They’re also dressed very similarly, which leads me to believe they’re on assignment from Helix Security International. I guess it could be just an ordinary dinner between fellow soldiers, but the wine glasses and the lighting makes that conclusion feel like stretching. The shot itself is obviously framed as kind of a ‘romantic dinner’ deal, so there’s no use in denying that. None of that (A) confirms that Fareeha is 100% heterosexual OR (B) that Angela and Fareeha couldn’t eventually fall in love when they’re both back in Overwatch. The only person at that point back with Winston is Tracer so far; everyone else is off on assignment or w/e. People date all the time; here having dinner with Doctor Strange or whoever doesn’t mean things don’t work out or they’re together forever. It just means that Fareeha at least sometimes likes the D and possibly hockey. Moving on.

Anahardt: I mentioned this in my last post about the comic, so I’ll just expound on it a little bit. At this point in the continuity, Reinhardt still thinks Ana’s dead (by the time we get to the game proper, he’s still surprised/overjoyed that Ana’s alive) so there’s no reason for them to be together since she’s still doing her own thing. I earlier said I found it unlikely that the guy eating dinner with Fareeha is her father since they’re in similar uniforms and - unless Ana’s a total cougar - he’s too young to be Fareeha’s dad. After all of that, even if Pharah isn’t Rein’s kid (which would be a hugely missed opportunity considering what an almost complete mashup of Ana and Reinhardt she is), it doesn’t mean Ana and Rein aren’t/couldn’t still be together; whoever Pharah’s dad is, it’s not someone Ana seems terribly interested in keeping tabs on. Ultimately, this is barely a concern. Moving on.

Roadrat: I don’t ship these two as anything but best buds, adoptive father+son, or both, but plenty of people see more romantic stuff there. They’re having fun causing chaos, and it can be read any way you want. Moving on.

McHanzo: Jesus Hanzo what the fuck are those piercings; I’m going to assume they’re fake since he’s still hiding from the vengeful remnants of the Shimada clan. Ugh. That cake looks tasty though. McCree is drunk in a bar with Sombra; the ship nobody asked for? Who knows. There’s not enough context to glean ANYTHING from this, really, and - like Angela and Fareeha getting together once Overwatch reforms - it’s fine that they’re apart since they’re both Tortured LonersTM. I guess if you ship Sombra and McCree there’s something to go off of here, but neither of them looks particularly interested in each other. Maybe it’s a job. Who knows. Moving on.

Reaper/Soldier 76/Ana: This one’s kind of complicated. Ana and Jack are hanging out together but obviously their minds are on completely different things, so there’s nothing blatantly romantic going on there. Jack’s looking at an old black-and-white photo, but of what? It’s hard to tell. There’s a guy who looks a LOT like Jack in the photo, but because it’s an old photo, it might very well be Jack’s own dad and not Jack himself unless he’s in the business of only taking photos in grainy black and white so he can experience immediate nostalgia. Who’s the other person? Jack as a young punk? Jack’s son? Again, we’ve got zero context, and the picture isn’t detailed enough for us to make any sort of educated guess. There’s not enough to go on, so there’s not really any reason to get stressed out. As for Reaper, it’s ultra-ambiguous. I saw someone theorizing that the mother in the scene is Reaper’s ex-wife, but I’ve got a hard time accepting that for the same reason I have a hard time accepting the guy Fareeha’s having dinner with to be her dad: they just don’t look old enough. What a lot of people forget is that Gabriel and Jack are the same age - 56 - and neither of the parents in that scene (again, unless Gabriel really likes his women young) look even close to that age; early-mid 40s at MOST. I think it’s more likely that Reaper, poor burnt-up cinnamon roll that he is, is probably just looking at a happy family, wishing he had anything resembling that experience. Reap’s had a hard life, folks. Also, as to the lack of Gabe/Jack looking at pictures of each other, remember that they’re still trying to kill each other in the comics as opposed to grudgingly cooperating in the game, so looking at photos of each other is probably the last thing either of them want to do at that point.

Shoutout to Widowmaker wearing a fabulous coat over her ridiculous sniper suit as she goes to visit Gerard’s grave.

Widowtracer: here’s the big one, the one that most people are both upset and excited about. Before we get into it, I want to reiterate how excited I am for THE Overwatch mascot character to be at the very least bisexual but most likely just an honest-to-dog lesbian. I’ve got no issue with that and I think it’s fantastic. Out of all the relationships we’re shown in this issue, this is also the one with the most context: Lena is in a romantic, live-in relationship with a girl named Emily. There’s no getting around that, there’s no explaining it away, there’s no sweeping it under the rug or shoving it in the closet, it’s there. It’s fact. Denying it is, at best, just dense, and at worst outright homophobic. It’s canon. And the more I consider it, the more convinced I am that it doesn’t contradict at least the possibility of the Widowtracer pairing, and shippers honestly have nothing to truly go ballistic over. If anything, it at least raises the possibility a little bit because at least we know for sure that Lena digs chicks. First, let’s return to the timeline and the fact that all of this takes place before the actual game, before Tracer and Widowmaker are forced to work together for whatever reason. As with Fareeha’s potential date, it’s possible that things didn’t/won’t work out by the time we get to the game proper - as we’ve seen with plenty of superheroic relationships in comic books and otherwise, it’s easy enough to maintain when confined to a single city, but as soon as you graduate to a perpetually globe-spanning battle against shadowy organizations and robot armies, it gets exponentially harder to keep things up, especially if one person’s out saving the world and the other one’s watching it happen on the news. Secondly (and this is where it gets a little wonky since Blizzard seem staunchly opposed to properly keeping track of specific years on their timeline as opposed to general events) it’s unclear whether Amelie became Widowmaker before or after Tracer joined Overwatch; if you’re in the ‘Lena knew Amelie and had a crush on her before she was turned’ then Emily, as emotionally awkward (and a bit reachy, I readily admit) as it is, actually fits in pretty well to the Widowtracer story: extrapolating what we can about her from the comic (minus the perspective tricks) it appears that Emily is taller than Lena, is a bit more built of physique than Lena, and is more relaxed but also more assertive than Lena. Who else is taller than Lena, built thicker than Lena, and is both cool and confident? Well, it’s Widowmaker. Emily is, in more ways than one, the anti-Widowmaker; even her name, Emily, is about a polar bear hair away from Amelie. So what can Widowtracer shippers take away from that? Well, they can take away that Emily is a at least a partial surrogate for Amelie, certainly; the idea that Lena is dating Emily exclusively because she reminds Lena of Amelie isn’t what I’m suggesting - I think Tracer’s too kind to do that, at least intentionally, but remember that Lena’s only 26 (possibly younger by a year or two in the comics), and it’s pretty easy to do dumb stuff like that without realizing it, even at that age. It’s clear they have a much stronger connection than ‘Emily reminds Lena of Amelie,’ and chalking it up purely to that is a disservice to the characters. That also doesn’t mean it might not have had any sort of impact. Let’s be honest, as openminded as a fair number of us try to be, most of us have a ‘type;’ Lena’s type might just be ‘tall, strong, and dominant,’ but if you subscribe to the idea that Lena had a crush on Amelie before all that nasty business, that might be a pretty hard thing to get past. If you don’t subscribe to that idea and view Widowtracer through the lens of an attraction built on the battlefield, then…well, there’s not much to hold things up now. It’s still possible that Emily and Lena are no longer a thing by the time we get to the game’s events, but without the history - and with how horrified Lena is at the end of ‘Alive,’ that’s a lot harder of a sell, in my opinion.

Ultimately, the worst thing to come out of this could be Widowtracer fics where Widow bumps Emily off so she can swooce right in, because that would be seriously bullshit. I’m going to continue to ship Widowtracer but also acknowledge Emily’s existence and role (like I said earlier, I don’t think the two are mutually exclusive) and I’m going to continue to ship Pharmercy and Anahardt and Reaper76, and I think that, if you did before this comic came out, you still should. Ships, for better or worse, are fan creations, and until Blizzard drops the hammer and outright says ‘no the way it REALLY is is __________,” they still belong to the fans.