heaven will rise hell on earth

My Virgin Sacrifice


Pairing: Lucifer X Reader
Warnings: Smut, DaddyK!nk, bossy!Lucifer, blood, bad language.
Summary: Y/n is witch who is being sacrificed to Lucifer. In a twisted chain of events there is a wicked witch, a good witch, and a handsome devil. 
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! My drabble Sinful for Lucifer took off so well these last few days, and since I can’t get the Devil out of my head, I decided to give you guys a whole story. I am not sure if it any good, but let me know. I hope you like it. As always, please see my page for more of my work, and look for the master-list which should be out very soon!
Word count of story: Approximately 2500 words


    Your grandmother was a witch, just as your mother was. You had grown up with a love for witchcraft sprouting from their teachings at a very early age. Of course, your family and home coven stayed far away from anything too sinister and dastardly for obvious reasons. Curses, hexes, and demons tended to backfire, or at least end very badly for the witch. Especially when hunters got involved.
    As you grew older you grew fonder of the idea of traveling, absorbing all the knowledge and wisdom you could across the lands. And with a lifted heart and demeanor, you did. Seeing everything you could-learning all you could-of evil and good. But even you could tell that the world was shifting. Demons became more and more frequent, hauntings became more and more deadly, and good witches became few. Even the hunters began to fizzle out one by one. By the time your grandmother left this earth and your mother took control of the coven, rumors had begun to spread about the rise of the true king.
The true one to rule hell and all those that belong to hell. The archangel that had started and would restart the war between Heaven and Hell.
                                   

                                                  Lucifer.

Growing worried for your mother and the good of your coven you returned home, only to find your coven in a state of power-hungry, evil infused paranoia under the charge of a lady who called herself Sirena. Sirena was a force you had never met before. She was cunning and vindictive, and seemingly all knowing. Sirena was quick to punish those she doubted and the returning daughter of the head witch she had overthrown was just that. An opponent to test her power and dedication to her King Lucifer.

     She had attacked you before you had time to even register what had happened.  And after you lay bruised and battered on the ground, she commanded those who used to be your trusted friends to help her bind you.

“Y/n, it’ll all be fine. Lucifer will be every so gracious of your sacrifice. Why, he might even be as gracious as to grant our coven everlasting favor in the courts of Hell! Think of the good you’ll be doing here!” Sirena preached to you as she pulled the ropes tighter to your skin.

“I didn’t sign up for this, Sirena. You know that! You have taken a peaceful coven, and turned all these women vengeful,” You say as you struggle against the bonds that hold your hands and feet.

“Oh sweetheart, that was what your mother thought too, but you’ll see. Everyone will see. I’ve finally perfected the perfect spell, and it’s sure to reach our King’s ears this time,” she said with a wicked laugh. She back away from you to pick up a long-curved dagger from the table nearby. “Just think about it,” she started with another awful cackle, turning back towards you as she played with the knife, “you’re the perfect sacrifice! I mean before I killed your mother, I had heard about her talk about you to the others. You’re still pure-in more ways than one.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you cried, swinging your gaze to your once friends who stood facing you on the far wall, pleading with your eyes for them to save you.

 “Oh Y/n, that won’t work. They are no longer easily persuaded. Now, back to the matters at hand. You know exactly what I mean when I say ‘pure’. You’re still pure of heart, in fact you almost have a childlike sense of wonder,” Sirena pressed the dagger under your chin, forcing your head up and your eyes to hers. “You also have never been-bedded, to put nicely. So innocently pure. A virgin sacrifice for the King. How classically polite.”

   Your eyebrow raised automatically. The bitterness of the situation finding you now, “You polite or nice? I’ve known you five minutes and I’m tied to a chair being sacrificed because I’ve never been ‘bedded’.”

  Sirena’s smile twitched and you watched as her eyes glazed over for a split second before her hand moved. In that second, she moved and you felt the cold sting of the blade across your cheek. When she pulled back again, the dagger was lined with blood, and Sirena? She was looking quite proud of herself.
       “Fine, fucked. You’re just as picky as your mother was. I was trying not to offend your delicate ears, but now I don’t care. With this offering of your blood, Lucifer will practically praise me. That is of course after he rapes and devours you,” Sirena cackled.

She began reciting a spell you in a language not even you had ever heard, but you couldn’t really pay attention to any of that. Your face and your body hurt. Your mother was dead, and your coven betrayed your family. Your life was officially sucking right now, and you could give a damn less what else was happening around you.
A bright light in the room caught your attention, if not for the simple fact it practically blinded you. Sirena began laughing again, spinning and clapping, searching the room with her eyes. She turned to you when the light completely faded with a scowl.


  “It didn’t work!” she raged. “How could have not worked? You slut! You must have fucked someone, or else it wouldn’t have worked. You filthy whore liar! I’ll-“


“Now, now, let’s not be quick to kill anyone, especially my sacrifice,” a cold male voice said filling the room.


       “My King!” Sirena said dropping to her knees. “I apologize for disturbing you, but I thought this sacrifice would prove my willingness to serve.”


  “No, it doesn’t,” Lucifer says stepping into the dimly lit room.

Originally posted by missviciderossignol


When your eyes found his, you almost gasped. He was gorgeous. He was blonde headed and freckled, lean but built, and he had a very arrogant bad boy nature. He regarded you in a calm, distant expression, but it didn’t seem to be one of hate. His eyes seemed to glow back at yours for a second more before he shifted his attention back to Sirena, his look darkening.


“I am trying to plan and carry out the Apocalypse-or did you forget that?” he asked Sirena pacing closer to where she was standing near you.


“I apologize King, I thought she would please you.”


“She looks-quite tasty, but that is not the point. Disturbing me is very rude, when you could have come to me like every other damn demon has with their signs of loyalty. Instead you summon me? Do you have any idea what I was in the middle of?”


“I am truly sorry, it won’t happen-” Sirena began, but Lucifer swiftly cut her off with a hand to her throat. 


The glow of his eyes seemed to brighten and he hauled her into the air with one hand. “Oh,” he said coldly, “I know it won’t.”

Just then Sirena emitted a beam of light from every orifice of her body. Lucifer pretty much burning her from inside out, and casting her lifeless body aside. He turns to you with a raised brow and relaxed look.

  “I loathe power hungry twats who disturb others, don’t you, love?” he asks almost nicely.

You blink back at him for a second before replying, “L-love?”

Lucifer doesn’t answer your question. Instead he comes closer to you expecting your bruises and cut up face. He runs his hands across your bonds, and you feel them dissipate. “No running, pet. Daddy has to heal you and take you home,” he says almost absentmindedly placing his hands on your face.

“Excuse me, what?”  You ask just as the warm feeling over takes you. It spreads through your body, making it hum and shiver, and you shift just slightly in your seat. Lucifer’s eyes connect with yours again and it’s as if he’s warning you to stay still with just his gaze.

The feeling intensifies as it spreads, and soon your body is on high alert, but tired at the same time. You feel your eyes begin to shut of their own accord. Right before the blackness of unconsciousness takes you, you hear Lucifer’s voice once more.

    “Now, let’s get you home.”

Originally posted by lucifersagents

   You awoke atop of a king size, black satin covered bed in a dark room. You no longer hurt, but you didn’t know where you were. You weren’t even sure if what you thought had happened had really happened. That would be ridiculous, right?

“It might be for an average human, but not you,” a cold voice that you were becoming all too familiar with said. Glancing up to find Lucifer starring down on you, you almost screamed, but he had already raised a hand to silence you. “I will not hurt you, Y/n. I promise. I even healed your wounds for you, pet.”


“Oh, just stop it with the ‘pet’ stuff already. We both know the only reason you are interested in me is because of that stupid ritual and the fact I am a virgin. I am not yours,” You spat out before you could think to stop yourself.


You watched Lucifer’s eyes darken menace and almost gulped in fear. “I assure you, that isn’t true. In fact, you are mine and I will prove it,” he said darkly.


“You just said you wouldn’t hurt me!” You accuse him quickly.


“And I won’t, but let me show you why you should belong to me.”


You mauled it over for a second. It would if nothing else prevent something like this from happening again, and after his virgin sacrifice infatuation wore off that was the only risk here. He did promise not to hurt you. You looked back at him and nodded. “Okay.”


You were pushed back against the black satin sheets, your arms falling to rest by your head. Your legs spread of their own accord, unable to hide the sudden arousal caused from the angel above you. 


 Lucifer hovered above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth tugged on your lower lip. One hand snaked up to tangle in your hair, using it to roughly pull your head back so he could access your neck. You gasped and closed your eyes as his teeth grazed your skin and found a soft spot you never knew existed.

Originally posted by tess453


Obliviously, Lucifer had done this before. You had not. Starting to feel a bit insecure, you brought your hands up to push back against him, but he wouldn’t budge.


“Lucifer,” you gasp, trying again. “I’m not good enough for this I barely know how to kiss.”


“Don’t even think about it like that, pet,” He ordered silkily as his jean clad hips ground against yours, his manhood already hardening. 


You wrapped your legs around his waist, almost automatically, with a desperate gasp for more affection, or attention, or really anything you could get. One of his hands cupped a breast, squeezing and kneading, while his lips found the curve of the other. He sucked your skin into his mouth, his tongue leaving a cold fire across your skin. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling a sudden wetness pooling between your legs. And in response, Lucifer ripped the shirt from your body.


He chuckled at your attentive responses, grinding his hips against yours. His hand slid from your breast down your side, his fingers a seductive dance on your skin. 


“So responsive for me, pet,” he murmured, kissing his way back up to your neck. He sucked on your neck and as his fingers slid into the waistband of your jeans and ripped those off as well causing you to moan. “That’s my girl,” he grunted, biting your neck. He pulled back and smiled proudly at the dark hickey he’d left on your skin, marking you as his woman for all eternity.


He worked his hand down to your wet heat slowly, and thrust a finger into you, his slow pace never faltering as you wiggled and bucked against him. His hips helped to keep yours steady while he worked you with his hand, his other hand tugging at your hair and his lips alternating between decorating your neck and devouring your now naked breasts.


  You felt a foreign knot building in your belly, but before it could burst, Lucifer removed his finger. You whimpered shamelessly at the loss of contact and he chuckled darkly. He hovered above you, angling his hips so that his manhood rubbed against your entrance, and you noticed you had completely missed how he had gotten his jeans off.  Finding yourself not caring, however you tried your best to hint to him that you needed him with your body.


He growled back at you when he noticed your slight shimmies for his attention and sprung on you like a wild tiger. His lips attacked your skin, as he rubbed his manhood through your wetness. The contact rubbed against your clit, causing your hips to jerk upwards.


“That’s right, kitten. Let Daddy take care of you,” he instructed, sitting back and using his hands on your hips to help position you. You complied, finding little shame anymore in Lucifer’s arms.


Lucifer positioned himself above you, his hands on your hips as he thrust into your sex slowly. You moaned at feeling him inside you, and although slightly strange-there was no pain. Your legs began spreading more to entice him further. He understood, pushing in as far as he could. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Working you over very well for your first time. You moaned loudly and your hands gripped the pillow, all of your senses gone. All you could focus on was Lucifer pounding into you like he owned you. This archangel making you his prize.

Originally posted by palehand


  He leaned over you, one hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head forward. You mewled and turned your head to meet his lips in a possessive kiss. He sucked your tongue into his mouth as he continued his thrusts. While you were lost in his kiss, the hand on your hip slid forward between your folds to rub mercilessly at your clit, earning a string of loud whorish moans from your lips which he eagerly swallowed. 


The knot in your belly exploded, your orgasm gushing. He kept his pace causing you to drag your nails down his toned chest. His hands gripped your hips so he could thrust his hips into yours, his pelvis striking your clit with each thrust, sending your orgasm skyrocketing upwards yet again.


Your name fell from his lips like a moaned prayer, the sound making you moan in return. “Please…” You stammered, wrapping your arms around him. “I-I… I can’t…”


“Not yet.” He ordered and you struggled to take a ragged breath, in a failed attempt to get a hold of yourself. “You are absolutely delicious, pet,” He informed you. “So responsive, so willing.”


“Please….” You whispered. “Just… please.”


“I’m sorry, what was that? Who are you talking to, Little Girl?” He asked innocently.


“Lucifer, please I need you…” You pleaded, grinding your hips up as best as you could. He grunted, but still did not relent. 


“No, pet. What is my name?” He demanded once more, slowing his pace almost completely.


You groaned out, frustrated, but completely turned on. “Daddy, please!”
“Much better, pet.” He growled and without pause, he was buried up to the hilt inside of you once more. You couldn’t help the shriek that was pulled from your lips as he began to brutally slam into you. His lips once again lock onto your chest, sucking. You barely notice as your hands wrap around his back nails digging into skin. “Moan for me, Little Girl.” He grunts, hitting that spot deep inside you.

Originally posted by sensuous

“Daddy!” You manage to choke out as he hits that spot with every thrust.


“I can’t hear you.” He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips.


“Daddy!” You scream as the knot that was building once more explodes, cause your whole body to jerk. Lucifer’s own orgasm followed yours, and as he cried out with you, he held you close as he worked you both through it, slowly. When you both had finally calmed down, he withdrew and looked at you. His next words shocking your ecstasy ridden body.


“If you think you are leaving me, Y/n, you are wrong. You are mine. Forever. My virgin sacrifice.”


Originally posted by sparkling-lucifer

Heaven and Hell
The Growlers
Heaven and Hell

Heaven and Hell - The Growlers

From nothing to something, a respectable tale
(?) Everybody’s got a price
Liquidating my decisions, holding it in, waiting on a vision
Investing in an ending that might come true, or not at all
Keep up my head cause the water will rise, hoping for calm if it ever resides

Try to find heaven and hell, find a haven right here
Dogmatists will keep barking, ‘til the stars disappear
Find heaven and hell, find a haven right here
Find out for ourselves heaven on earth can be real, and it can be right here

Keep my head up cause the water will rise, subterranean prevails 
And out of thin air, a hope-filled dream, though nothing in this life’s guaranteed
Mouths to feed, and there’s people to please, still walking around on my knees

Try to find heaven and hell, pull ourselves off the clouds
Resting in our own hands, shake it out onto the world all around

Find heaven and hell, find our haven right here, 
Find out for ourselves, heaven on earth can be real

Give me a chance and ill take it, I’ll eat up every crumb
On the knees and the hands gaining momentum ‘til i can finally run,
Run free run down this slipping dream
Tear it up it seems, wrap it all around me

Try to find heaven and hell, some relief from all this chaos
Unpack our dusty dreams we were saving for later
Heaven and hell, find a haven right here, 
Find out for ourselves heaven on earth can be real, and it can be right here

*Note: All these lyrics I got just from listening, I’m sure I made a few mistakes, let me know if you notice any!

A History of Love

12x12 coda, 1.8k

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Objectively, Castiel knows what love is. It would be impossible for him to spend his existence watching humanity without gaining some understanding of it. For the humans, it drives and defines their lives – sometimes, it seems to be the only thing they think about, talk about, write about. Castiel sees it everywhere in his father’s creation. He sees it in Lily Sunder’s grief at losing her daughter. He sees it in Jimmy Novak’s pleas to protect his wife and daughter.

He sees it in the way that Dean Winchester looks at his brother. He sees it in the way that Bobby Singer looks at his boys.

(Nobody has ever looked at Castiel in that way.)

Objectively, Castiel knows that love is a powerful force that even the humans struggle to comprehend. He knows that, as an angel, it is not his duty to love. He protects humanity, but he does not love them. He knows he is supposed to love his father, but if that feeling is love he does not know why the humans hold it in such high regard.

Castiel walks upon the earth like a man but he holds it at a distance. He doesn’t know how to love like the humans do. He doesn’t even know if he can.

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“This is Aldous Huxley, a man haunted by a vision of hell on earth. Mr. Huxley wrote a Brave New World, a novel that predicted that some day the entire world would live under a frightful dictatorship. Today Mr. Huxley says that his fictional world of horror is probably just around the corner for all of us.”
 - Mike Wallace in 1958 on Aldous Huxley

In this remarkable animated interview by @blankonblank​, Huxley foretells a future when telegenic presidential hopefuls use television to rise to power, technology takes over, drugs grab hold, and frightful dictatorships rule us all. 

Sam became Azazel’s Boyking. Dean couldn’t stop it and now he lives in uncomfortable tolerance of Sam, struggling to understand why this happened. 

Sam is content on his throne, more than happy to allow Dean and all other hunters to live in peace. He understands that there’s a place for Heaven, Hell, and everything in between.

You’re a hunter, reckless and power hungry, desperate to gain the upper hand in life. You’re given the task of killing the King of Hell and you don’t back down from it. Not until you meet the man behind the throne himself.

Trouble is brewing behind the scenes of Sam’s peaceful reign, though. Lucifer-sympathizers are going rogue and breaking seals to start the Apocalypse, and your presence in Hell stirs discord among the demons. When you inadvertently get involved with the King of Hell, you get involved with the trouble, too. 

Will you be able to survive your time in hell and the hell politics? Will Sam be able to convince you he’s not the cold-hearted demon you think he is? Will Sam save his throne, and those he loves, from the coming threats, or will Lucifer rise and the Apocalypse wreak havoc on Earth, Heaven, and Hell? 

Series warnings: high angst, canon-typical violence, fighting, blood and injuries, torture, character deaths, themes of parental abuse/neglect, dubious morals, mild language, life stories of terrible people who deserved hell (including bigots, rapists, murderers. This is hell after all.)

Introduction: Dean 

Introduction: Sam 

Introduction: Reader 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 Coming soon!

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

I’m posting this because I want to clear up a few things I left unsaid in Ship’s post a few days ago. This is not my whole theory, this post will be limited just on why Lucifer is indeed on Earth and why the place they picked is indeed in California. 

The reason I’m writing this is because I read this: 

I can delete this if the person who wrote it wishes his/her post to not be included in this post. Just PM me.

First of all… No, I’m not from the States. English is not my native tongue and in Tumblr I usually don’t care about the mistakes I make. The same goes with the mistakes in my fanfics, but that’s a story for another time. 

So how do I know all this?  
 
 You will probably laugh but as a child, I read Papyrus Britannica twice. I just love to read and when your family’ s favourite plant is a yukka you are naturally curious on the different kinds they exist. My parents always wanted two plants, a blue pine tree and a Joshua yukka. Both plants are very difficult to be maintained. The first due to the altitude and the second because it can be found only in two places. In Jerusalem and the borders of California, Arizona and Mexico. Still, that wouldn’t explain why I ended up believing Lucifer was in the San Bernadino County. The reason again is extremely simple. First of all, I did a reverse image search. That one was easy, but the issue remained, why there? 

I gave you all the clues and yet you still didn’t get it. I don’t really blame you. Whoever has read my WIP knows I’m crazy with clues, details and that ends up being confusing for everyone. So what did I spot there? 

The first clue was the Yukkas. According to a legend, the Yukkas grow only in two places on this Earth. Next to the gates of Heaven and the entrance of Hell. Guess which one is which… The first is, of course, Jerusalem, the second… the Mojave desert. And yet this again doesn’t explain why Lucifer would end up in that place. Especially since the entrance to Hell is not really a real point you can actually reach on Earth, according to the show. 

Here I have to remind you what Linda had said to Lucifer. “When angels fall, they also rise. All you have to do is embrace all that you are.” We also know that season 3 is going to deal with the issue of identity according to Henderson. Is Lucifer a devil or an angel and why? So keep in mind Linda’s words and let’s go back to that forsaken desert. Lucifer wakes up with wings and all but his injuries by Maze are still there along with all the other peeling, he experiences probably due to the heat. This alone means the scene is real and the writers have hinted that the wings stay. I have a pretty good theory on who did it and how and why Lucifer ended up there but that’s not meant for this post, I’m still too bothered with what happened lately. 

So we have Lucifer in the desert, hurt with wings and all we can ask is if this is really the Mojave desert, why is he there? First I told you that  Joshua means  God is Salvation. In another post, I also mentioned that Lucifer’s salvation is NOT up to him or even God (again this will be explore in the main theory post). But… that region also has a spot which carries a legend and which I believe it did not go unnoticed by the writers. 

In San Bernardino, there is the Amboy Crater… The Amboy Crater is just a volcano crater but according to the region’s legends, it’s so much more. It’s the spot Lucifer landed when he Fell from heaven. Therefore, if this theory is correct the writers selected that area with a double meaning. First Lucifer is rising at the very place he landed when he Fell. Second, in a sense, he is given the opportunity to start again after his second fall if you like. 

This is where I’m going to end this. Of course, there are many more details no one has picked up yet and I have to admit it’s amusing to wait and see when they will find the same details I believe I’ve found. 

Finally, all you need to know for me is that I love writing fanfiction, my real life is dedicated to academic research (hilarious I know…) and that I never said I was perfect or knowing what I’m doing here. I just go with the flow whilst for once not worrying about how a mistake, a 100 or even 1000 will affect me when I post something. 

Have a nice week, I know that mine is debatable on how it will roll…

Songs with Tragic-Villain and Reylo vibes on Kylo’s official Spotify playlist - “Incorporeal” by Tiger Army

This song doesn’t appear on any other Disney playlist.

The lyrics:

I’m dead
I died long ago but my spirit still roams (Incorporeal)
Unwanted in heaven, forgotten in hell as on earth (Incorporeal)
I don’t want to stay here, it seams that I’ll never be free
Oh can you hear me? (no)

And so
It has come to be that I must wander forever (Incorporeal)
Many things I have seen, empires that rise and then fall (Incorporeal)
A life you live long is simply a moment to me
A tiny drop of water in the sea of eternity

There’s no place for me everywhere that I go
Only seems to bring upset and harm
There’s one thing that I want and one thing only
Release into the great beyond
Don’t want to remember when I was alive
When I held my true love in my arms
For like you I once was, and like me you shall be

When you
Feel a chill in the night perhaps it’s me saying hello (Incorporeal)
You’re so much like my love though she lived in a long ago time (Incorporeal)
I long to see her for the day when my soul’s laid to rest
The peace that I can not find in life, I can find in death

I think it’s self-explanatory.

We Should Probably Talk - (TFW,God,Reader)

Summary: Insert of a reader into the last seconds of “Don’t Call Me Shurley”

Words: 474

Warnings: Suicide (But then coming back to life), Spoilers.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader and God/Chuck

A/N: As soon as I saw the ending, I knew I had to write this. Btw, do you prefer writing in ‘you’ or ‘I’ form? Let me know. 

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You better look both ways before
You cross the line.

You could fill my guts with cement
fatten this piggy with silicon implants
and I, I wouldn’t know,
I wouldn’t know a damn thing

But I will rise from the dirt like a flower,
and the people of earth
will convulse at my power 
I am one to be witnessed,
Uninfected with the leviathan sickness:

Just as the son of
the Lord Our God, our saviour, 
descended from the fires of heaven,
I have ascended,
ascended from the waters of Hell

alright, y'all need to know why Yoru no Yatterman is so exciting

see, back in the late seventies, a new installment of the “Time Bokan” anime franchise came out, called “Yatterman”.

Yatterman was significant in large part for establishing or codifying a lot of tropes of anime, with its 108 episode run being the foundation of a lot of people’s fond childhood memories. It was very much what you might expect of the time, and as a foreigner my best guess for a comparison in mood and impact might be Adam West’s Batman. 

A creation of Tatsunoko Productions, Yatterman has continued to make appearances over the years, including remakes, and crossovers with other franchises like Gatchaman. Its biggest showing in the English-speaking world was the appearance of the characters in Tatsunoko vs. Capcom.

But, here’s the thing: Yatterman’s two heroes and their ridiculous cartoonish mecha are memorable… but their villains were even more so. 

The Doronbo Gang, led by the scantily-clad Doronjo and her hapless comrades Tonzura and Boyacky. Every team of bumbling idiot villains you can think of in anime and video games owes something to this bunch, especially Team RocketThe Doronbo Gang are the reason anime villains so often get blown to the horizon in a massive explosion, only to return again with some absurd new scheme. They’re the reason Jesse and James use so many ludicrous giant robots. The heroes beat them over and over, the kids cheered, and they showed up episode after episode, movie after movie, video game after video game to be about half as menacing as Gargamel.

Now, here’s where the new anime Yoru no Yatterman (Yatterman of the Night) is interesting: the entire story of Yatterman as we know it forms the distant backstory. Generations ago, the Doronbo Gang (spelled “Doronbow” in Funimation’s subtitles for this series) were defeated by the Yatterman duo, and banished to live in squalor as punishment. A “Yatterman Kingdom” was established, and renowned as a heaven on Earth…

…but if there’s heaven, there must be hell, and that’s what life is like for the descendants of the Doronbow Gang. Living meager but contented lives in rural poverty, Dorothy (descended from Doronjo) is tended to by Voltkaze (far more bishonen than his ancestor Boyacky) and strongman Elephantus (taking after Tonzura). When Dorothy takes ill, her daughter Leopard heads to the Yatterman Kingdom to seek a cure that doesn’t exist in their impoverished lands, only to be attacked by “Yatterman” with fucking laser beams after an immense wall rises out of the sea to block her way. Blaming Yatterman for her mother’s death and rationalizing that her ancestors may have actually been heroes fighting against the secret evil of Yatterman, she makes Elephantus and Voltkaze join her in assuming the identities of their ancestors to hunt down Yatterman and punish them.

Turns out that there’s an endless army of Yatterman robots, though. Uh-oh.

To continue the Team Rocket comparisons, this anime is as if the great-great-grandkids of Jesse, James, and Meowth grew up in a totalitarian regime, hunted by Terminator-esque Twerpbots, while revering the old Team Rocket motto as being a declaration of heroism. It’s a magnificent twist on the concept of Yatterman, and while it’s only two episodes in, I’ve got to recommend it if only for the concept alone.

Rain. Carl Grimes Request

Hello! Can I have an imagine where the reader has an identical twin sister and when she dies, the reader is traumatized because it was like seeing herself die, and Carl is the only one who can comfort her? Thank you
Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader
Warnings: Nah
Word Count: 667
A/N: LATE AND IM FUCKING SORRY. 
Also, people seem to not be getting the memo: IM NOT CURRENTLY TAKING REQUESTS! I’m catching up on the ones I’ve put away. I’m late for most of them and I’ll finish all of them so I’m sorry, but you’ll get it soon!! Promise! Just having a little bit of writer’s block.

I really like this one, good idea, Anon.
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The rain fell steadily from the sky, hitting the ground with a splash. It’s funny how it’s been raining so much lately, almost like the earth felt my pain and wept with me.
Wept for the loss I’ve had.
Wept for how the earth had gone to hell.
Wept for the deaths of millions.
The rain did provide a sense of comfort for me though. When I see it, I know I am not crying alone, there are others, maybe in heaven, that cry with me.
All the plants scattered around Alexandria seemed happy, soaking up the spare droplets from the sky.

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Norse Mythology - Basic Introduction

Hey Guys! I’m Madison, aka Queenofvanillasparkles, and I was given the honor of being added to this group to help anyone with heathenism, the Norse pantheon, and astral travel. Sweet, right? Frank asked me to make a basic intro post in regards to Norse mythology, so here goes nothing! (I promise to do my best and keep UPGs out). Keep in mind that this is a really generalized and basic post on Norse Mythology. 

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Time-Magician

Summary: Jimin has to break up with you for the company.
Type: Angst
Length: 1899 Words
Members: Jimin x Reader, BTS appearances

This took a lot out of me for some reason, even though I have never been in a relationship. But I still felt something and it really hurt ( q  q ) 

- Admin Au(drey)

Originally posted by taegirene

The sun is as bright as it has been in the past weeks, but its rays are burning through your skin and incinerating the hollow bones inside. Clouds drift softly across the sky, but you feel as if they are cascading down and enveloping you, gently, then all at once with a tight wrench around your lips, around your heart, around your ankles and finishing you with a deft twist. And the birds are chirping their sing-song but all you hear is crying and sorrow and pain and nothing but unfulfilled promises between broken harmonies. It’s just another day, it’s just another afternoon, it’s just another 4:37 PM on the clock - but it isn’t.

“Jimin, I - I don’t understand,” you whisper, lips quivering against each other. You remember that they had pressed sweet kisses against his own, they had let wholehearted words strung together into oaths, vows, slip through and reach his ears, his mind, and his heart.

He averts his gaze and pulls his hands away, letting them travel over to his face, hiding (but you will always find him). “They don’t want me to be in a relationship,” you hear him murmur behind his shield, a weak one, for they are shaking uncontrollably, just like his voice in this moment. “They - they want me to cut ties with you. They’re asking this of all of us -” His voice catches and his fingers dig deeper into his skin as a racking sob escapes from his lungs and out into the atmosphere.

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Until the End of Eternity

Fandom- Supernatural

Pairing- Castiel x Reader soulmate au

Plot- You are Castiel’s soulmate. Only, there’s one problem, because of your mortality, every time you die, your soul is reborn with no memory of your past life. Cas has found you again, but will he finally be able to keep you safe or will he have to go through the pain of loosing you again?

Warnings- very brief mention of rape, that’s it

A/n- So this is sort of a prologue for a possible fic I’ve had the idea for, for a while. So if you like it and wanna see a part two, let me know!

Part 2

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Every person in the world has a soulmate. There’s no mark or clock counting down to it, which leads to many people end up never finding the one they were truly meant to be with. People who are lucky enough to find their soulmates are the ones other envy. The couple from down the street that always seems to be on the same page and never fights. Or your friends grandparents who still act like they just got married. Those are the lucky ones. But that doesn’t mean others can’t be happy. Everyday people fall in love with people who aren’t their soulmates. And that’s ok, because they wouldn’t notice the difference. There’s no explosion of light or color. No, only the feeling. It was often described as love at first sight, and that’s where the idea came from. Very few know about soulmates. Only angels specifically, which is ironic, considering they are the ones who don’t have them. At least they aren’t supposed to. But everything is believed to be impossible until it happens.
It was the middle ages when Castiel first saw you. He was watching over the humans in your village when his eyes landed on you. The feeling in his chest confused and scared him. He had never felt that before and went to one of his siblings for help.
The way he described his feelings was only compared to that of when a human finds their soulmate. The ‘butterflies’ or ‘feeling sparks’ as humans often called it.
It was then that they first discovered it was possible for an angel to have a soulmate, or more accurately, a human to have an angel as a soulmate.
It was seen as unnatural and something Cas should try to ignore. And no matter how much it made his soul hurt, he agreed to stay away from you. He knew, or he thought he knew, it would be more painful than it was worth when you died, so he didn’t get close to you. But he did however, watch over you. He was like your guardian angel and he watched you grow old. He had never felt such grief when you died.
And years later, it all started again. He had seen you in all different bodies and times, always recognizing you by your soul. Only once had he allowed himself the guilty pleasure of getting close to you. It was around World War II. You fell in love with him and he finally knew what it was like to be with the one he was meant to.
Until you were killed. It wasn’t like the times before. Before you had always died of natural causes, almost always old age and twice of a sickness. But to him, it was better that way. He felt better about it knowing knowing you had lived a full life.
This was not like that. You had been telling him about the men you worked with. How they flirted with you and had made many sexual advances, but no matter how much he wanted to, couldn’t do anything about it. He knew if he were to get in any kind of trouble he would have to leave you and go back to heaven. If he could go back, he would risk it and do something. But he didn’t.
You were raped and murdered and Cas couldn’t do anything about it.
He left earth and returned to heaven. He learned then that his brothers and sisters were right. Being with you had only caused him pain, and the worst part was the way you made him feel, he would do it all again. That made you dangerous.
So he went back. He had searched a little bit, but not so much to make it obvious that he was. To him that was one of the harder parts, when you died, he never knew who, or where, you could be. He always seemed to get lucky and find you, but now, he was discouraged from looking.
And he listened. He didn’t see you for decades. But he never forgot the feeling you gave him, and the picture of your last face was fresh in his memories. He remembered the feeling of your lips on his and how they moved when you told him you loved him. Those would be forever burned into his mind.
It was now present day, and Cas, even with how long he had been on earth with the Winchesters, had still yet to find you. Part of him was glad, you were his greatest weakness, and he couldn’t risk you getting hurt because of him. Maybe in your next life, when this was all over and everything was right with the world, heaven, and hell, he would find you again.

“Hey, Cas, we’re gonna head out for some breakfast. You wanna come?” Dean asked.
“Sure.” Cas said, rising from his spot on the couch. It was a slow week for the group, no cases or trouble and Dean had been complaining about getting claustrophobic in the Bunker.
“C'mon,” Sam said. They all climbed into the Impala and Dean began to drive the familiar road to the closest town. There was a popular restaurant there that the three went to often. It had good food and the pie was good enough for Dean, so everyone was happy.
The drive was short, but the sign on the door made Dean groan.
“Closed? What is this?” he muttered.
“It says the place is being renovated.” Sam read.
“Isn’t there another place?” Cas asked and Dean scoffed.
“Not in this town. The other places suck. I found a hair in the burger at the place down the street and I will never go back.” he shuddered before putting the car into drive and speeding off.
“Where are we going?” Sam asked.
“Next town over.”
The boys had never been to that town. They had driven through it many times on their way to a case, but had never stopped.
It was a fairly small town called Twin Falls. It was not much, mostly a town of farmers with a lot of land and the tallest structure being the water tower.
They pulled into a diner and climbed out, entering the small place. They got a booth and the boys ordered, while Cas looked around.
He couldn’t help but be a little suspicious of new people after everything they had been through.
They had been there for nearly five minutes when he laid eyes on you for the first time in decades. You had just walked in, going behind the counter and wrapped and apron around your waist as you spoke with the cook.
He instantly got the feeling. His stomach jumped and he had the urge to just pick you up and kiss you. You were different, a different body and face, but he knew it was you. You were a little taller now and your hair was (h/c) and longer/shorter than your last bodies. But your eyes. Your eyes were still that same beautiful (e/c) that he remembered looking into every day. The same eyes he fell in love with. What he would give to see love for him in those eyes again.
Sensing eyes on you, you turned locking eyes with him. For a second your eyes widened and you took a breath in. You stared right back for a moment, then blinked a bit and smiled politely, before entering the back room.
And just like that, he was head over heels again. He said this every time, but this new body was even more beautiful than the last. But the smarter part of him knew, it wasn’t your body, but your soul that he fell more and more in love with every time he saw you.
“Cas? What are you staring at?” Sam asked. This caught Dean’s attention and they were both looking at him curiously.
He cleared his throat and sat up, “Nothing. I was just lost in thought.”
The brothers exchanged looks, but didn’t press the matter.
“Good morning fellas.” a cheerful voice chirped and Cas looked up to find you placing food on the table, “Sorry about the wait, we are a bit short staffed today, one of our waiters had to go cause his wife went into labor.” you chatted, “I haven’t seen you around here before, you new?”
“Just passing through, we live a few towns over.” Sam said.
You nodded, “Well let me know if you need anything else,” you said before turning to Cas, “You sure you don’t want anything?”
He stated with wide eyes up at you. His mind was telling his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was, “Uhhh…”
“He’s fine thanks.” Dean cut in after a moment.
You smiled and told them so call if they needed anything before leaving.
This always happens. Every time he tries to talk to you for the first time, he freezes up and becomes a stammering, blushing mess.
“What was that?” Dean laughed, “I mean, I know the girl was cute but you just froze.”
“I-I know, it’s…uh…” he stuttered, not knowing exactly what to say. He couldn’t really explain his hole situation in public, and so close to you for that matter, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Aww, Cassie’s got a little crush. Why don’t you go talk to her. Give her a little sweet talkin’.” Dean said and Sam laughed.
The three all turned to look at you, as you served a table their food then started up a conversation. It seemed you knew everybody in this town.
“It’s more complicated than that.” Cas sighed. All this time, you were so close, and he didn’t even know.
“Uh, ok. I don’t know what that means but…” Dean rolled his eyes and sat back.
“Hey, I think I found something.” Sam said, turning his computer towards the two across the others, “Guy killed his whole family and apparently he’s telling the police he was possessed by some black smoke. Same thing happened few day later and this guys saying the same thing.”
“So demon?”
“Probably. Only a few hours away. Might as well check it out.”
Dean threw some money on the table and the three stood up. Cas felt the familiar pull on his heart as he followed the boys out the door. He felt this pull every time he left you.
As he walked out the door, he turned just in time to lock eyes with you. You blushed at being caught staring, then smiled and waved as you collected the dishes.
And he knew. No matter what he did, he wouldn’t be able to part from you again. Not when you were so close. Not when you were just within his reach. He wasn’t going to let you go again.


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What do you think? Let me know if you want to see a part 2, thanks for reading!

sonofagaylord  asked:

Hey there! I recently stumbled upon a Sterek fic set in the 1800s and have very unfortunately developed a liking for that setting, so I was wondering if you could please, pretty please update your 1800s tag? :* thank you!!

sure!

You Say I’ll Never Reach The Moon (I’ll Send You A Postcard Soon) by brdfrdzen (2/? | 7,925 | PG13)

Stiles is tired of being picked on because she’s a girl. Stiles decides to change that (with the help of her posy: Scarlet, Erica, Lydia, Cora, Malia, Allison, and Kira against her rival team consisting of Derek, Jackson, Boyd, Isaac, Cameron, Danny, Ethan, Aiden, and Matt).

Girls rule; boys drool.

Red by LilianaVale (1/? | 2,770 | R)

The thing about Beacon Hills, that made people stay, was that despite everything, they had always persevered. For many years the thought that they needed to overcome this hell on earth had been engraved in their minds. Countless religious men had come to the town and preached about how brave and resilient they were, how they stayed keeping the other villages safe, how they would be rewarded in heaven…it all happened for a reason, God knew what he was doing and if he had brought them this trial it was because they needed to rise above it.

What none of them had said was that Beacon Hills was the barrier that stopped the werewolves from going to other villages. What the townspeople didn’t know was that they were the meat that others threw at the wild beasts in hopes they would be entertained enough to not attack them instead.
They didn’t know that once one hundred years ago, three families had decided that their lives were worth more than an eternity in heaven for their bravery, and that they had been murdered…by human hands.

Mostly, what the people of Beacon Hills did not know was what was really beyond the clearing.

Soon, a chance encounter would change everything.

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Strangeness and Charm by hoars (incomplete)

Metatron's Endgame: Hell on Earth?

But I know something they don’t know…the ending. How I get there doesn’t matter, as long as everybody plays their part.

What do we know about Metatron? He was the scribe of God who fled from Heaven after God left. He lived on Earth amongst humans for a very, very long time…thousands of years, maybe more. He had a grudge against Heaven, against the archangels, against Naomi, for causing him to flee out of fear he would be tortured so they could access all the information in his brain. But what does Metatron want exactly? What is his endgame? Does this former scribe truly want to be God? Does he simply want revenge? Or it it more complicated than that?

Lucifer was intent on wiping out mankind, and taking Earth – which he loved – for himself and those loyal to him. I think unlike Lucifer, Metatron isn’t all that interested in what happens to the Earth…

What you brought to His Earth, all the mayhem, the murder. Just the raw, wild invention of God’s naked apes… it was mind-blowing.

He loves stories, but beyond that he loves to be entertained. He has lived amongst humanity, but considers himself above humans in every way. The only true love he seems to have for humans is for the stories they tell. He doesn’t want Earth, he wants Heaven, but I think he knows he can never truly have the Heaven he wants unless all threats there, and on Earth, are eliminated.

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I want to be that old tree
gently swaying in storms
that tear away smaller giants.
I need my limbs to encase a world
filled with pixie cities and fairy lights.
I want my roots to reach to hell
and my branches to reach heaven.
I need tiny hands and calloused lips
that ache for the touch
of a skin older than theirs.
I want to watch the shadows dance
with lovers and sinners.
I need you to feel my breath
rising with the earth;
I will pick you up
and show you the clouds.
I am the tree you sit in.
I am the tree you climb.
I am the broken branches
and moss stained bark.
I am older than the world
and younger than your teeth.
I am lonely and happy.
I am with you all and joyful.
—  ElzaroThe Happy Tree
February 9th, 2014 - Sky and Earth

AUTHOR: obscure-fandom-lurker

February 9th, 2014 - Sky and Earth

“Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.”

- Louise Erdrich, Tales of the Burning Love

One pair of eyes were always turned to the heavens, where the stars shined upon them, while the other’s kept to the ground, where the earth flourished underneath their feet, and they stand steadfastly, stubbornly, hopelessly together.

Truthfully, they were on opposing sides of the personality spectrum, with his eyes, a hue stolen from the sky in the middle of its summer solstice, and hair of golden sunshine. His feet may be firmly planted on the ground, but his mind wandered beyond the clouds and to places where the stars glistened in the velvet darkness. His curiosity consumed him, prompting him to create machines of all variations for exploration. And he would not stop his adventurous feet until he reached the end of the universe.

Whereas the other’s eyes were of the long forgotten forests that existed once upon a time. Or rather, the sunlit leafy roof that rushed above his head as he ran with stubby legs, darting in and out of the pools shadow and light. The inhabitants of the woodlands and folklore were his only companions, and he never really needed anything else. Those days may be long gone, but that doesn’t stop him from dreaming of a world gone by, passed down in tongues, flourishes of a quill, the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard. Somewhere in his head, that dream world still existed, unlike his wide-eyed, but practical lover.

Together, they brought out the best in each other, similar to the infamous Nylon rumour. A combination of their sister cities that made them shine upon the world’s spotlight. War, famine, disaster, one of them was there first, usually followed by the other. Their close ties were described as ‘unparalleled’ and ‘remarkable’ by the other nations of the world, as their histories, societies, even language were as deeply intertwined as their hands.

So even if the skies fell upon them and the earth crumbled under their feet, they would witness the falling of heaven and the rising of hell with their faces to the horizon, and by each other’s sides.

A/N: Fail symbolism is kinda fail, but that didn’t stop me from trying, eh?

And a fun fact! Nylon, the famous synthetic material, had some rumours concerning the naming. One of them was that it was a combination of the two famous cities, New York and London, which also are sister cities. There’s certainly has some romanticism in it, doesn’t it?

*whispers* I had a little too much fun reading the ‘Special Relationship’ page on WIkipedia /shot