Series Summary: An all-too-real nightmare and a missing brother sends Dean, Bobby, and Cas on a frantic search. All the while, what may be a bad dream leads to a probable jump-start to Dean's true worst nightmare, Sam jump-starting the end of the world. Set in season 4; consider this a parallel canonverse fic
Series Summary: Reader is running from financial problems and his/her studies, will they catch up with him/her? Charlie's close friends (none other than Sam and Dean) go to check up on the reader due to Charlie becoming worried for him/her. Trouble pursues, as the reader wants to keep silent about his/her struggles.
Not sure if this has been done before but what if there was a neurodivergent friendly blog where we all just like ramble about special interests? And have like a Kofi split between authors (or reserved for different authors)? Would anyone be interested in joining or reading something like this?
Also yes I'm still recovering from chronic health issues and have actually been writing briefly when I have energy. But I just thought of this thing (I had a similar idea in college).
I know tumblr exists and it's basically that but like... what if we created a place where people knew where to find specific people of like-minded content? We could do a WordPress too I guess but this is like me just spitballing. Collaborating on this sense with others could be a good idea (and fun)!
Like we have Nerd Analyst (or whatever the blog company is called i forget) for that space I guess and screen rant or MsMojo but idk maybe we could try something from the ground up and not corporate, fan/ like-minded people funding and creating within it? Kinda like how we already blog stuff we like but like find it all in one place I guess?? Unless it already exists. And like so it isn't like free labor we could set up something like a Kofi and when stuff gets going maybe a patreon?
I still have working titles and would love to brainstorm with anyone who would also be interested. Or maybe if anyone at all would be interested in reading that type of stuff? I know a lot of content is short-form nowadays and attention spans are lacking. But I also know us neurodivergents tend to lock tf in when it comes to our interests so.. whaddya think?
Idk how we could get the word out other than hashtags and other communities spreading the word so I'm sure tumblr would be our best bet at least starting off, now that I think about it. I also have had like zero energy so who knows when this will be posted (writing this October 15th 2025, today thankfully, and responding to potential comments or inquiries may take a while considering energy levels). But once my energy is more solid I would love to work on this and bring together like minded people. A tumblr inside a tumblr if you will.
Plus there would be like no obligation to constantly write/push out content, just have at least like someone post at least often enough that the blog is active. Like a main poster (or several) and the rest post when they can? But like on a basis of "I want to write" versus "we need numbers and need to post". I want it to be disability friendly too. Not like content-farmy. Just fans and fellow nds existing in a space and creating together.
I hate not providing just content here and instead becoming more personal and open here about certain struggles. But it is important because I do know a few people do count on me, and it needs to be talked about more in the creation industry I feel. As I know I'm not the only one, I can't be.
So turns OUT I had an underlying chronic illness (likely from complex childhood stuff) which means a lot of stuff has been (per usual) put on hold until I have enough energy to create certain things.It's been like this for years, but I attributed my lack of energy and schedule to stressors. Which wasn't far off.
What does this mean for any projects?
So just like before, I still have been working on requests. I will refuse to do commissions for similar reasons. But it just means it will take longer to pump out quality work. 🤷♂️ I can provide in progress stuff for those requested if necessary, as I know how I can feel to feel ignored, but it will be some time before I can push out works in a way that won't strip away my energy to even survive. And believe me, I have quite a bit of content to publish. Some finished, some not.Until that time comes though, I will not be very active. If anyone has tips on chronic illness or disabled friendly content creation tips though, I'm definitely open to them.
Thank you for understanding. I can't wait to share my wonderful work with you all ♥
A sneak peek of a little something I'm working on 👀
I was asked to give a slow burn for Hunter x reader.
Oh you'll definitely get it.
I'm already on chapter three and this is gonna be hopefully a pretty long haul.
Finally got some motivation to write on a good health day today! I've been plugging away whenever motivation and health allows (health has been a major setback).
This fic is looking pretty promising and I hope it's enjoyed! Stay tunedddd
not a set deadline; watch it be like a while. I don't wanna pressure myself to update every once in a while chapter wise in progress, so I'm not gonna post until finished. Hopefully this is satisfying enough for bread crumbs i dont wanna starve yall wndjejejd
Hi y'all, sorry again for this type of post and not promised fic.
I'm currently undergoing a massive health issue right now; not too sure exactly what it is yet but have a few hunches.
It's going to be quite some time until I probably have the energy (let alone motivation) to write again, but I promise you I will try my best to not let these masterpieces go to waste.
I won't trauma dump or get into it, but I just wanted to update the few of you who look forward to my stories, just so you know you have definitely not been pushed aside purposefully.
I can't wait to roll these stories out eventually, and I hope you continue to stick around to see them. I have a long journey ahead, so bye for now ♥
hey! I was the hurt/comfort hunter request from back in may. I wanted to remind you to take your time! and i bet the writing will come out great regardless of how much time it takes. anyways, thanks for even taking my request <3
UPDATE: I am extremely bad with starting a lot of projects at once and get easily overwhelmed so requests are closed until they get finished up! I got a one shot and a series coming, something I've never attempted with TOH before! I hope yall like it, it's a VERY slow burn and the world building is driving me bonkers! Stay tuned!
Oh I wanted to mention, requests for owl house are open! I might not get to them right away and I've never done this before, but feel free to send any in!
If you have questions on guidelines on what I am okay with writing, feel free to send an ask or dm! I won't bite and I'm pretty accepting for the most part ❤️
I would write for other fandoms I'm in, but I've had less inspiration to write for them lately. I could possibly do supernatural requests also, but it's less likely to happen.
Pairings: Dean x Gender Neutral Reader (If you look between the lines destiel is also there but most of the focus is on the first pairing)
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A dark, dark world with nothing inside; that's how it felt. But there also wasn't enough to fill that gnashing, gaping hole in Dean's heart. It was necessary to keep those pesky emotions down, even if he didn't know exactly why other than the fact of needing to fight for the world first. It was the only way he knew how.
"Dean?"
He turned around frantically, not realizing he was being watched. There you stood in his doorway, worriedly looking on.
"You okay?" You asked, walking past the door frame cautiously.
Dean was holed up in his room. He had been for the past twenty minutes, claiming he needed to use the restroom while you two were having a date night. Regardless of the fact that the world was literally ending around you. You had started to worry when you realized he wasn't back after a while.
Dean tried to hide it, he really did. But you saw right past it, you always did. You had seen him at his lowest; you knew how he ticked.
"No, probably not.' Dean said gruffly.
"You wanna talk about it?" You asked.
You stood there for a moment, giving him time to think. After a moment or so, he shrugged. You slowly inched closer to his bed, taking the shrug as a small sign of vulerability.
"Is it.. okay if I sit down, at least?" You asked.
Dean nodded softly and you gently took a seat at the edge of his bed next to him. Upon observing him quietly you couldn't help but notice how small he appeared in front of you, even if his guard wasn't fully lowered. It made your nurturing instincts kick in full-gear and you wanted nothing but to hug him. But you weren't sure if he would be accepting of that right now, if his psyche was as fragile as it appeared. So you settled for talking it out.
"So tough guy, what's up?" You asked lightly.
Dean took a few seconds before answering.
"I…"
You waited patiently and put a comforting hand on his leg, rubbing your thumb gently to hopefully coax him.
It seemed to be enough; a trademark tear slipped from his left eye. You frowned but continued the repetitive gesture, not once forcing him to speak or push him into anything he didn't want to face. He scrunched his eyes closed as if to will away the emotion.
"You're safe here, it's okay to not feel okay. I'm here to listen whenever you're ready. Even if-"
"No." Dean interrupted.
He stood up and tightened his frame. Your eyes followed him in sympathy.
"No it's not okay, (Y/N)." Dean said lowly.
You sat there silently and waited foor him to continue. When he didn't, you humored him.
"And why isn't it okay, Dean?" You pressed gently.
"Because Cas is fucking dead. That's why. The world is ending and nothing can bring him back." Dean snarled, his voice increasing in volume before turning around. "He died to save me, again! Everyone I love, everyone I hate, just everyone period is probably long gone! Nothing fucking matters anymore. Nothing I can do can stop it, nothing you can do would stop it. Nothing matters. I doubt Jack has what it fucking takes to defeat God! The world is ending and we're just fucking sitting here, wasting time on a.. stupid date-"
Dean stopped when your face fell to hurt over sympathy.
"This is why I keep my fucking mouth shut." He said.
"You.. don't mean that. I know you don't." You said wobbily before steadying your voice.
"And what if I did.. huh?! What then? We fight, we break up, we die separated and nothing exists anymore so who even knows if there's anything next?! We're fucked either way." Dean spat.
"You don't have to close yourself off every time you're hurt." You said after a deep breath. "You just want an ass to kick, so you're mad you're sitting around.. Right?"
You sniffled and wiped away your stray tears. He needed you right now and he was saying things he didn't mean, not fully at least.
"Yes I am, (Y/N). We could be kicking God's ass! We could- we could be.. I don't know!" Dean said angrily.
"You and I both know that doing that will solve nothing." You stayed seated, not wanting to trigger his fight response accidentally. "And I get it, okay? Your solution is to go out and fight. And we will, but we need a game plan. Sitting around wracking our brains constantly also won't help. It's just… a small break so we can think of better ideas. And then maybe a little shut-eye won't hurt, as counter-productive as that sounds."
"The world isn't going to wait for us!" Dean said.
"No, it won't. Which is why our brains have to be sharp. We can't do that if we don't give ourselves a break too. You know how if your car overheats and overworks, it stops functioning properly?" You said.
"Yeah, and?" Dean asked.
"Our brains are no different. Who do you think made cars?" You said with a light smile.
"I just… It doesn't make sense." Dean said with desperation.
"I know it sounds weird, but our brains aren't wired to constantly be at that level power all the time. I would know, okay? I've burnt myself out more than you and Sam probably ever have.. consciously anyway. I know you think psychology is crap, but it's what has gotten me this far. I know you can say the same about yourself but I digress, how many times has your mindset literally killed you?" You said.
"What if I said.. I didn't care." Dean said.
"You don't care?" You asked.
"No, maybe I don't. Maybe I'm tired of saving a world that should be saving itself. Maybe I'm fucking tired of being the goddamn hero for once in my horrible life. Ever think of that?" Dean snapped.
You got up slowly at seeing his anger starting fizzle out slightly. You gently grabbed his hands and put them to your face.
"And what about me?" You asked.
"..What?" He asked.
"Even if you don't want to live in this world and fight for it, what if I did? What would you say then?" You asked gently.
"I would fight for you, even if at my own demise." Dean said.
"And wouldn't you think that would practically kill me in the process by thinking rashly? Not just kill yourself?" You asked.
Dean blinked; you were right. He deflated a bit with a sigh and his body shook as the adrenaline died down.
"Come here." You said, gently wrapping him in your arms.
He allowed himself to be embraced before he hugged you in return. He probably didn't have tears left to cry anymore despite barely shedding a tear. Although he felt the familiar sting in his eyes after a moment anyway.
You had no intention on leaving the hug. Dean stayed simply for your comfort and slightly his own deep down. The comfort was enough to let that wall slowly crumble. Before he knew it, he couldn't stop crying. He still tried stifling them regardless. But he was exhausted and unable to keep on his usual facade, sobbing silently into your arms.
Your heart ached, but you felt pride for his catharsis. You held him for as long as he needed, which ended up being for quite a while. Dean ended up dozing off on your shoulder.
At first you were a little worried when he fell quiet, but that fear washed away when you realized he simply fell asleep. You slowly guided him to the ground, not sure how else to get comfortable. You both direly needed sleep even without a bed. Dean stirred briefly during this process. You hushed him softly and said sweet reassurances until his mind allowed him to rest again. When you were sure he wouldn't wake again, you kissed his forehead gently.
You laid with Dean in your lap, not having the heart to move him again even at the expense of your own comfort. You quickly set an alarm on your phone, not wanting to risk oversleeping.
As you laid there, you couldn't help but think about the situation ahead. The world was disappearing.. literally. Everyone you ever saved, loved, or never even knew. All of them were just.. gone from existence. You four and God were the only players left on the board. Death was literally out of the picture, Cas sucked up with her. How you could even fathom reaching the empty.. there were no records. It was a miracle you got Cas back the first time. Dean even pleaded with God one final time, to much of your demise.. And Amara wasn't even an option anymore.
It wasn't long until Dean's warmth lulled you to sleep, both of your minds finally resting for the long road ahead. No more worries, no more strife, just non-existent for a little while.
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A/N: AAAAAAAA I FINALLY DID A THING!! other fics are in progress still. One series I have zero idea how long it's gonna be and if I post when I'm finished or post as I complete it. Since I hate feeling pressured, it'll likely be the former. Also I haven't written n for Supernatural in a minute h e l l o
Oh I wanted to mention, requests for owl house are open! I might not get to them right away and I've never done this before, but feel free to send any in!
If you have questions on guidelines on what I am okay with writing, feel free to send an ask or dm! I won't bite and I'm pretty accepting for the most part ❤️
I would write for other fandoms I'm in, but I've had less inspiration to write for them lately. I could possibly do supernatural requests also, but it's less likely to happen.
Just letting everyone know I have been working on ALL of the requests! Unfortunately I have come down with an infection so it will definitely be a while before my energy and motivation levels are back up. But I promise you aren't being ignored! Body go brrrrr
I had a request for you! What if a gn reader takes care of hunter when he’s really hurt/sick, (or both if you’re feeling mean) and reader helps him! I thought it would be cute to see him get used to and learn to love readers help.
If you don’t want to it’s fine tho <3
Ooooo I'm definitely getting on this when I have energy. I love some good hurt/comfort Muahhhh!
It might take a while since my energy hasn't really been there but keep an eye out!
UPDATE: I am extremely bad with starting a lot of projects at once and get easily overwhelmed so requests are closed until they get finished up! I got a one shot and a series coming, something I've never attempted with TOH before! I hope yall like it, it's a VERY slow burn and the world building is driving me bonkers! Stay tuned!
Oh I wanted to mention, requests for owl house are open! I might not get to them right away and I've never done this before, but feel free to send any in!
If you have questions on guidelines on what I am okay with writing, feel free to send an ask or dm! I won't bite and I'm pretty accepting for the most part ❤️
I would write for other fandoms I'm in, but I've had less inspiration to write for them lately. I could possibly do supernatural requests also, but it's less likely to happen.
TWs: Grief, canonical death of a loved one (pet), suicidal implications, brief emetophobia mention
Pairings: Huntlow (mentioned)
Category: Owl House, genfic
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It was spring again, Flapjack's favorite time of the year. Yet again, it always felt like every season was his favorite. The little cardinal was always so enthused about the littlest things. It was one of the things Hunter missed most about him. It helped give Hunter a new-found appreciation for life; fresh eyes to take in everything the isles had to offer. Probably quite literally now.
Hunter approached the Grom tree at the edge of the forest, looking up to see it was in full bloom. Just the way Flapjack liked it. Hunter smiled and picked a blossom gently.
Back in the human realm, the palisman seemed to gravitate towards something called a "cherry tree". And when Hunter got the chance to observe its flowers, he started to understand why. The petals were a soft pink and smelled of a light natural scent, akin to the Grom tree back home. They were truly beautiful, and Flapjack adored them. Whenever the little bird could, he would fly up and nestle himself into the center of one. It usually left a light, pleasant odor on his feathers; it was quite calming to Hunter.
Back home, he would find Flapjack doing the same with the Grom tree flowers. It definitely was an amusing sight to see; a small little creature enjoying something that seemed so mundane to a "witch" like Hunter. Yet again he did spend most of his years holed up in a castle, only going out for work related duties.
The memories of Flapjack brought a shallow pool of tears to his eyes- he pushed them away. He needed to properly set off to see his palisman first before having his usual (and probably much needed) catharsis.
It wasn't long before he came across the familiar grave down a hillside. The flower blossom was carefully tucked in the a handbag Willow had crafted for him while starting to rebuild the isles. She had always seen him picking up small things on their walks together, and figured a handbag would be much more practical than shoving everything in his pockets. And Hunter would admit, it did preserve the flowers much better at least.
Hunter shakily walked towards where he and his friends chose Flapjack's final resting place. He felt like throwing up, even if he had been here numerous times before.
"Hey Flap, I.. got those flowers you like." He said wobbily.
Hunter stared at the slab of rock under his wavering gaze; he allowed the tears to fall now. Hunter cried softly, only the sound of the leaves rustling in the light breeze heard around him. The noise made him glance up at the trees for a moment, taking in the truly beautiful scenery that surrounded him. One would probably usually take the gentle breeze as a sign of their loved ones saying hello, but that wasn't the case for Hunter. He had never felt so alone and empty in his life. Not since he donned that white robe all those years ago.
He sniffled and blinked away remaining tears as he looked back to his friend's grave. Those words etched across it almost burned a hole through his chest. "Thank you for finding me."
And that you did.
"I know it's been two years since.. that night. But I.. I can't let you go, Flap. I just can't." Hunter cried. "It's too hard without you here. And.. every day that goes by..."
Hunter trailed off momentarily as an ugly cry erupted from his throat again.
"Every day that goes by I can't help but think that's one less day you're here."
He looked at Flapjack's grave in pained silence, almost expecting his palisman to offer a reassuring coo in response. But it was silent. It made Hunter want to retreat inside himself like he did the night he lost him.
"I know you would be here comforting me right now but... it's just not the same. And.. I don't think it ever will be."
The grave sat in front of him almost mockingly. He fumed through fresh, hot tears.
"Why did you have to leave me?! Why couldn't you let the Titan take me instead?" He cried out.
All he was met with was the same silence he faced every time he came here, and it gnawed at him ravenously.
The forest around Hunter seemed to come to life with each outburst. The wind picked up gradually, swirling around Hunter as if to embrace him. His mental state kept him in a red hot fury; he was too lost in his own harrowing thoughts to notice the shift around him.
"You hurt me Flapjack, how could you? If you wanted to help me, I should've stayed dead!"
Hunter's cries echoed off into the sea of trees, swallowing them whole. It made Hunter's stomach sink. He was truly... alone. The trees had stopped completely in that moment. Hunter paused and noticed how quiet it was. And how alone he truly felt. That feeling was enough to switch the anger back on.
"You know, it makes me even question if you were my friend. Or if it was just a mistake, just like the one you made by choosing me in the first place."
A familiar trill of tweets whistled nearby, simultaneously sounding as if it was yards away. Hunter jumped and searched the trees for the source. After a minute or so of finding nothing, he angrily shook it off. Being vulnerable was a mistake.
Hunter stood from where he knelt, feeling the anger dissipate into defeat. He glanced at the grave again.
"I can't be here." He muttered to himself.
Just as he walked away, he could've sworn he heard his companion's sweet tunes once more.
Warnings: Implications of abuse, pursuit, embarrassing situations
Pairings: None technically
Category: Owl House, genfic
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Hunter was running. The cold, souless floors of the castle absorbed each strike as he ran. So cold in fact, he could almost feel it through his armor.
His uncle shouted somewhere behind him; he was furious. Though Hunter couldn't remember why, he could only imagine it was bad enough to send him running down the maze of hallways. He knew them like the back of his hand from patrols, though he seemed to somehow be getting lost.
Since when were there this many hallways?
Maybe his uncle was playing tricks on him. Maybe.. all of this was in his head. It felt real. That fear pumping through his veins was real. His heart pounding in his chest, that was definitely real.
Whether if it was real or not, he needed to get out of there.
And if he couldn't find a way out, then maybe he could hide. It was starting to seem like that was his only reasonable option.
Hunter spotted an opening door shining in his peripheral vision. It was... The portal door? How it got there didn't matter, he needed to go before Uncle Belos caught up to him. Titan knows what awaited him.
He ran in and closed the door behind him, finding himself in a very dark room; it was the old house in the Human realm. The door behind him folded away and Hunter watched, frozen for a moment in fear. As soon as it disappeared, his legs gave out beneath him. He panted and cried softly to himself in the empty house, grateful his cries would go unheard.
"Did you really think you could escape me? Your true destiny?!" A voice snarled beside him.
Hunter stilled. It took everything in him to slowly look to his right. He had followed him. The emperor was there, in his full, rotting form. The smell of flesh burned Hunter's eyes in a way the tears never could; his breath caught in his throat.
Maybe it was a hallucination? He didn't dare move, biding fearful whimpers under his tongue. The creature that resembled his Uncle seethed before him, screeching before his limbs extended to strike-
Hunter is vaguely aware of Gus talking animatedly with Willow, his voice softly piercing into the now empty void of his head. Hunter has no idea what his friend is talking about, or where he is. Hunter opens his heavy eyelids, afraid what he will find when he opens them. He's... staring at a slanted, wooden ceiling?
...Wait.
He looks over slowly to where Gus is. He doesn't notice Hunter look over; Willow is looking at Gus from across her cot as he speaks with a smile. She nods intently in response to Gus but is clearly still a bit drowsy.
They are at camp; they had been for over a day now. Hunter blinks; he notices the conversation had suddenly jumped unnaturally, even though he wasnt fully following it anyhow.
Wait, what? It takes him a moment or two to realize: he must have nodded off. It was the only logical explanation besides losing his mind.
Willow's soft tone fades into his ears as she converses with Gus. Hunter rubs his eyes as his own thoughts piece everything together. It was a nightmare. Thank Titan, it was just a nightmare. It clearly didn't give him that quality sleep he desperately needs either.
"It's not like, well... you know, right? I mean how would he know?!" Willow says excitedly.
What on the Isles are they talking about What time is it?
Hunter goes to move, but he realizes a cold and damp feeling below the waist. He furrows his brows and shifts his attention to under his blanket as quiet as he can.. It smells like-
Fuck.
"Yeah, exactly. You get it." Gus says with the same excitement.
Hunter slowly places the cover back over him; he's mortified. The room stills for a moment. The silence is deafening.
"Oh! Good morning, Hunter." Willow says cheerily.
He snaps his head around blearily. Were they watching him just now?
"Sorry, did we wake you?" She asks gently.
There's one thing Hunter misses about being the Golden Guard; that damn mask. His face has always been too expressive. It gives him away. At least with the mask, he could hide. He only hopes that maybe for once he is too tired to emote correctly. He didn't look at them just yet; he clears the sleep from his vocal chords.
"No uh, just a bad dream." Hunter says.
Now he chooses to look at them, a mistake on his behalf.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Nothing I can't handle." He says lightly, some shakiness seeping into his voice.
Pull yourself together
"You sure? You can talk to us, you know." Gus says almost pitifully.
Hunter's insides fill with a dark sludge; the type that makes him feel heavy, small, pathetic. Not towards his friend of course, but at Hunter's own sad excuse of a person. He can't even be anything more than a wounded animal, it almost infuriates him. It's like he feels colder somehow; he shivers. But he still nods bleakly in response, regardless.
He takes a second to even out his tone. His friends look at him worriedly; he despises it. But thankfully, he doesn't have to sit in that feeling for too long.
"Rise and shiiine!" Luz sings out.
The teen opens up the fold to the entry way eagerly, a little too eagerly for whatever time it is, at least to Hunter. She pauses in surprise upon seeing her very-much awake friends.
"Just chatting, we've been up for a while actually." Willow says.
"Oh perfect! Mama was just starting up breakfast and wanted me to wake you. But I guess that's taken care of." Luz says with a light chuckle.
"Sweet! This growing boy is hungry. She always does have the best timing." Gus says, hurrying to get his shoes on.
"I'm sure she'll be happy to hear that. Come on, let's get our grub on." Willow says.
Gus rushes out of the cabin eagerly, the thought of food instantly distracting him. Willow lingers behind for a moment and looks to Hunter sympathetically, sending his stomach in knots even more than it was moments before. The blush on his face warms up his cold, sweat-slicked skin. The blush seems to be enough to satisfy Willow though, as she follows Gus' trail outside. Hunter remains upright in bed, his hair unkempt. He's clearly a mess in more than one way.
Luz smiles at their interaction before realizing Hunter hasn't moved an inch.
"Everything okay?" She asks.
Hunter's blush becomes deeper from embarassment. He kicks himself mentally at his lack of control once again. He remembers that Luz and him are still holding each others' secrets from Belos' mindscape; he can trust her.
"Um.. can I- Can you keep a secret?" He asks, flustered.
Luz raises an eyebrow.
"I mean I already am..? Doesn't matter though, of course I can." She says earnestly, waving off her previous statement.
Hunter looks away, searching for how to approach the awkward subject for a few seconds.
"I... How do we... wash clothes here?" Hunter asks.
"We usually just wait until we go home, why?" Luz asks lightly.
Well *that* puts a damper on things.
"What if we um really needed to wash something?" He asks.
"Well in that case, we would probably wash it in the lake nearby with some dish soap or something." Luz says.
Hunter is quiet for a moment. He scrunches his eyes shut before finding the nerve to blurt out:
"I peed the bed."
The silence that follows hurt worse than any blow he has ever received. He is afraid to look. He hears her walk over to his bedside softly.
"Hunter,"
He opens his eyes. She looks... empathetic?
"It happens, it's okay. I'm not going look at you differently if you have an accident. I'll keep it between us and we can clean up before the others get back to the cabin, okay?" Luz says.
Hunter doesn't know how to react, let alone what to say. He simply smiles gratefully and nods.
"But.. how is that going to work? The firepit is pretty close to the cabin, and there's no way we could do any of that without everyone else noticing." Hunter says.
Luz pauses for a moment to think.
"Well, a good distraction never hurt.. Maybe while you go clean yourself up, I could... Tell mama and the others you wanted a shower? You know, to help you wake up? While I tell them I wanted to check out a cool tree carving or something?" She ponders aloud.
"You could always just say you needed to go to the bathroom! Though uh.. that wouldn't take that long.. right?" He asks.
"Not usually, no. I'll think of something, don't worry. You just might want to go wash up now so they don't get suspicious of us taking too long." She suggests.
"Yeah, good idea. And uh... thanks, Luz." Hunter says.
"Don't mention it, that's what friends are for." She says. "Oh! Here."
Luz hands him her sweatshirt so he can properly cover where he soiled himself. Hunter doesn't catch on; he furrows his brows.
"For the stain, if you're caught. Just in case." She says with a warm smile.
Hunter smiles back but it falters briefly. "Uh, could you...?"
He moves his eyes to the entry way and then back to Luz awkwardly.
"Oh! right, right. Um, but wouldn't they find it weird if I went back into the cabin and they saw me? I know Willow seemed a bit concerned so, I doubt she wouldn't be watching out for you." Luz asks.
"It would be weirder if they saw us both come out and you had the sheets, or me then you. Trust me. Just uh, go with it?" Hunter says.
Luz nods in agreement upon realizing Hunter is right.
"Good point. I'll probably just get the materials ready to clean the sheets when they aren't looking and tell them I found the carving before sneaking out your sheets." Luz says.
"Wait... you'd do that, for me?" Hunter asks.
"What? Yeah, no problem!"
"No uh.. even the sheets? You don't have to do that. I could always finangle-"
"Hunter, no. You'll have more of a risk of getting caught that way. I don't mind. I used to baby sit all the time a while back. Not that.. this is that of course."
What he ever did do to deserve a friend like her, he would never know.
"No no, I get it. You don't have to explain. Just, thank you. I seriously don't know what I would have done otherwise." Hunter says.
"I'm sure you would have thought of something. I mean, you do have Flapjack." Luz says lightly.
The small red cardinal is nestled on a wooden shelf on the cabin wall above Hunter's cot, all fluffed up from their rest. He peeks open an eye and chirps softly, seemingly in agreement.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Hunter chuckles, giving Flapjack a quick scratch on the head.
"Well, I'll leave you to it. Come find me if you need anything else, alright? And yes, I mean anything. I'm always here for you Hunter, remember that." Luz says warmly just before leaving the cabin to Hunter and his palisman.
Hunter looks softly at the entry way before he carefully peels the sheets from his body with a grimace. Gross.
He faintly hears Luz begin to make small talk with the others, reassuring Willow especially that Hunter just needs a moment. Flapjack lifts a foot behind him and stretches out a wing gracefully, causing Hunter to glance softly at him. No matter how long he has known the bird for, it's always the smallest things that make him smile and appreciate his companion. It brings him out of his thoughts, even when at their lowest vibrations.
He grabs Luz's jacket and reluctantly ties it around his waist, muttering an apology to Luz quietly. He looks back to Flapjack who is clearly ready to start the day; he trills happily. Hunter allows him to perch onto his shoulder before steeling himself to face the world outside.
Hey everyone. I need to put out an advisory for any content creators out there.
There is a user named @/may0day0 (replace the 0 with o) that I've seen frequenting the owl house community and several other communities. They have been acting quite sketchy. They have been sending repeated asks with the same wording to many content creators, and it seems like they're taking advantage of creators in multiple communities to keep drawing the same things over and over again (and being rude by almost seeming like to demand ask after ask).
Please watch out and be careful. I'm not sure if they are who they are supposed to be or if they're just not watched by a guardian, but either way it's wrong what they are doing to fellow creators. I also saw they repost a lot of art given to them without proper credit.
Writing a novel when you imagine all you stories in film format is hard because there’s really no written equivalent of “lens flare” or “slow motion montage backed by Gregorian choir”
You can get the same effect of a lens flare with close-detail descriptions, combined with breaks to new paragraphs.
Your slow-motion montage backed by a Gregorian choir can be done with a few technques that all involve repetition.
First is epizeuxis, the repeating of a word for emphasis.
Example:
Falling. Falling. Falling. There was nothing to keep Marie from plunging into the rolling river below. She could only hope for a miracle now, that she would come out alive somehow despite a twenty-foot drop into five-foot-deep water.
Then there’s anaphora, where you write a number of phrases with the same words at the beginning.
There were still mages out there living in terror of shining steel armor emblazoned with the Sword of Mercy.
There were still mages out there being forced by desperation into the clutches of demons.
There were mages out there being threatened with Tranquility as punishment for their disobedience, and the threats were being made good upon.
Mages who had attempted to flee, but knew nothing of the outside world and were forced to return to their prison out of need for sustenance and shelter.
Mages who only desired to find the families they were torn from.
Mages who only wanted to see the sun.
This kind of repetition effectively slows the pace of your writing and puts the focus on that small scene. That’s where you get your slow pan. The same repetition also has a subtle musicality to it depending on the words you use. That’s where you get the same vibe as you might get from a Gregorian choir.
For more neat tricks (aka figures of rhetoric) like epizeuxis and anaphora, read THE ELEMENTS OF ELOQUENCE by Mark Forsyth. It’s both educational and delightful, not to mention overflowing with wry wit. Great book.
Note: Meant to be set before the timeskip but after Belos is defeated, but it can also be interpretted as being at the noceda house after the s2 finale. Can be taken in any way, your choice.
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The world was spinning in a blurry dishwasher. When did that start?
"Hunter?"
A voice echoed from somewhere distant. He didn't know where he was, or what happened. It suddenly was hard to breathe.
"Woah, woah okay. Deep breaths, breathe with me."
The voice was close now, albeit still a bit muffled with his ringing ears. It pierced through his hearing suddenly like a flash forward, his vision becoming overly sharp and bright. Hunter squinted and whined softly at the overwhelming array of colors and structures around him, now in full focus.
"Hey, hey." (Y/N) said calmly with a hint of urgency.
Hunter felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, but it made his skin squirm. He gasped out softly and whipped his head to their face. He panted and took it in full excruciating detail. It at least made his lungs feel unblocked again as a wave of calm washed over him. (Y/N) was gazing at him with their sympathetic eyes that held a hint of concern behind them.
"It's okay." They began gently, removing their hand from his shoulder as they sensed his unease.
They held their hand placatingly at a short distance and began to breathe deeply. They were demonstrating how to breathe. Hunter followed almost automatically as his lungs craved oxygen. The deep breaths caused his head to feel airy at first, but (Y/N) continued to gently guide him even as he struggled to keep himself up.. on his hands. When did he get to the floor?
(Y/N) seemed to pick up on his confusion and slightly trembling limbs. "Just focus on breathing right now, nevermind that. Alright?"
They began to count with their fingers in between each deep breath since he couldn't seem to focus. Hunter followed weakly.
They had seen Gus demonstrate this to Hunter in times previous, but they didn't think their own hand would have the same effect as his friend's had before.
A few minutes went by and Hunter seemed to calm down rather quickly. He inhaled deeply and sighed. His limbs felt like lead; he attempted to move to a nearby cabinet with no progress. (Y/N) sensed the issue and swiftly sat him against the lower cabinets before he passed out again.
A beat of silence as they looked worriedly into one another's eyes.
"What.. what happened? Why can't I move?" Hunter asked, his voice creaking from the strain in his throat muscles.
"You had a panic attack I think. Just.. take it easy." (Y/N) said, sitting in front of him on the floor.
"You.. think?" Hunter said, panic seeping into his tone. "I don't.. I don't remember-"
"No no no, don't do that. Trust me." They warned gently.
They seemed to try grounding Hunter by putting a hand cautiously on his knee. He looked at them in confusion, trying to ignore the electricity at their connected limbs.
"Let's not.. go down that route again. That's what got you in this predicament in the first place. No thinking. Take a breather before you cause me to have a crisis too." (Y/N) chuckled nervously.
Hunter nodded and moved his leg onto the floor to rid of the horrible sensation. He's sure whatever happened, they would fill him in later. It seemed he really shook them up, and he didn't want to add to that any more than he already did.
"Alright." Hunter said.
He was happy to sit there for a moment. It's not like he really had a choice, seeing his limbs felt like jelly. But he couldn't help but ponder anyway, and it was clearly evident on his face.
"Hey, you promised." (Y/N) said firmly.
"Sorry, I just can't help it." Hunter said.
(Y/N) sighed and scooted next to him.
"If I tell you, will you promise to try and stay calm? I don't want you hurting yourself."
This worried Hunter. He hurt himself? He looked back to them, guilt written all over his face. He nodded. (Y/N) looked at his expression peculiarly but took a deep breath and continued anyway, shrugging it off for a later question.
"You... were hyperventilating and uh.." They paused, they had to be careful to not set him off again. "Something- something seemed wrong. I tried to snap you out of it, but you.. I don't know."
(Y/N) instantly knew they chose the wrong words when they looked back at Hunter. His eyes looked slightly haunted and he looked down at his hands like he did before he fell unconscious earlier. (Y/N) widened their eyes and hurriedly but gently took his hands into their own. They made sure to be firm in case he seemed to get lost again. Hunter looked up sadly, squirming his hands.
"You okay?" (Y/N) asked worriedly.
"Did I..? Did I hurt you..?" He asked, pulling his hands away.
Hunter looked like a kicked puppy just then, it broke their heart. They suddenly came to the realization of why Hunter looked at them like that before. Now they weren't sure if he was pulling away for self-preservation, or if something else was wrong.
"Hey, of course not. Sorry if I made you assume that. You were just having a rough time, okay? I think you were lost in your... thoughts, is all." (Y/N) said carefully.
"Do you promise? I'll never forgive myself if-"
"No, I promise. I just don't want whatever happened to happen again so I'm intentionally being.. choosy with my words."
This made Hunter calm down a bit. But then there was still one unanswered question.
"Is everything alright? Do you not want to be touched right now?" (Y/N) began.
"What happened? I can take it. Please, my head is spinning here." Hunter begged.
(Y/N) paused for a moment before deciding he deserved the truth, even if they thought he couldn't handle it right now. Their question could wait a moment.
"You were doing the dishes. And I was writing on my computer when you suddenly began to hyperventilate.."
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(Y/N's) project was almost wrapped up. Only a couple more pages and they could send it in to the editor. They stroked the keys gracefully before a loud gasp brought them out of "the zone". They looked over to the noise. Hunter having done the dishes, had his back facing towards (Y/N). All they could see was that he was trembling with his head bent down, he was panting.
(Y/N) worriedly furrowed their brows and stood up slowly from the table to walk over to Hunter.
"..Hunter?" They asked.
No response, they were met with his rapid breathing.
"Hey sweetie, what's wrong? What ha-"
They gently turned Hunter around and froze when they saw the gushing slash on his finger. Fuck. (Y/N) rushed to grab the nearest dry, clean towel, pressing down on the cut that extended from his finger to his palm. Hunter was still panting harshly after a moment; they looked up at him now.
"Hey, it's just a little cut. It'll be okay." They said with a warm smile.
Hunter seemed to look past them, his eyes glazed over. With tears? From being in a memory? (Y/N) couldn't tell. They gently raised a hand to his scarred right cheek.
"Hunter? You with me?"
His eyes seemed to focus on them, but also right through them. Like he wasn't actually seeing (Y/N), but someone else. They didn't like that look in his eyes, it gnawed at them from the inside as if they did something horribly wrong. Hunter started to go pale under his sweat-slicked skin. (Y/N)'s worry grew, and practically skyrocketed, upon seeing his eyes roll back into his head and seeing his knees bucle before their eyes.
"Hunter!" (Y/N) cried out.
They managed to catch him, just barely. His body was limp in their arms before guided down to the cold, linoleum floor
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"You were out for a few minutes. I was close to calling an ambulance or something. When you came to, I had no idea what had happened, not exactly. But then you started hyperventilating again, and I realized it was probably just.. a really bad panic attack or something of the sort. You really gave me quite the scare there." (Y/N) finished.
Hunter blinked. Well that would explain why they were being cautious about the subject. He truly hadn't remembered it. Based on what they were saying though..
"I think it was a flashback." Hunter said.
"What?" They asked worriedly.
"That's the only thing that makes sense. You said you've had them before, right? I remember when you told me about them, and your extensive research on them for your peace of mind, and it seems like that." Hunter said.
"Wait.. you don't.. remember?" (Y/N) asked.
"Remember... what?" Hunter asked.
"What was going on in your head? What you were feeling or what I did? None of it?" They asked, voice laced with concern.
"No, not really. I remember.. clearing my plate and going to the sink. The rest is... black. Blank." He said.
(Y/N) frowned. They recalled their own fits like this as a kid. Well, not by their own account of course, but from loved ones. This was long before they knew what was happening in their small little body. Long before they knew they had experienced trauma, and what it did to a person.
"Then that's exactly what that was, Hunter. I only assume from experience." They said.
"I really don't want to remember... what that was." Hunter said.
"And you don't have to, not right now. But someday.. you will have to face those things whether you want to or not. I know that sounds scary, but you'll always have me. Probably your friends too. You won't have to face them alone." (Y/N) clarified.
Hunter was afraid, but he smiled gently at the thought. But then there was the fact that he probably was in his head, alone.
"But.. you aren't in here with me. Yeah you understand but, at the end of the day it's just me in here. You can't.. you can't be there." Hunter said anxiously.
(Y/N) sighed.
"That might be true. We might be trapped alone in our meatsuits, this little thing we call a cranium. But guess what else? That doesn't mean you're really alone. I will always be within reach. Always." They reassured.
He smiled and (Y/N) took his hand gently.
"Promise." They said.
He noticed his skin wasn't as sensitive for a moment, he rejoiced in not feeling like he was being struck by lightning. He looked away for a second but then back to (Y/N), after he realized.. they meant it.
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I haven't written in what seems like months and actually drawing?!. Who is this person and what have they done with Allison ehgetesgfsf
