now they look better okay


Neil tried to piece it all together, but the more he pushed, the faster it fell apart. It didn’t make sense. He didn’t know what he was supposed to think. It could be a lie, but Neil knew it wasn’t. Andrew was a lot of unpleasant things, but a pathological liar wasn’t one of them.


fliederfuchs giffs stuff:

Raphael’s Coming Out ; Shadowhunters Season 2 Episode 10 - By The Light Of Dawn


Queen of Disaster - Lana Del Rey  🎵

@simplifiedsimi‘s release of this wonderful hair totally inspired my simself to channel her inner Lana Del Rey today. 

(also look it’s @our-dazed-sims denim skirt recolour)

On the Brink - Chapter 2

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Torture. Tiny bit of wing kink.


Originally posted by natedrkes

They came for Lucifer in the early morning hours and you could hear his screams echoing through your cell. You wondered if he had been able to hear you yesterday and you supposed he probably had. It was some time before they brought him back and the demons were carrying him between them. His legs dragged on the floor and he was groaning. You sat up, your back sending little tendrils of pain throughout your body, and watched as they dumped him in the middle of the cell. He collapsed in a heap, moaning, and you could see blood soaking through his shirt on his back.

The demons left, but Lucifer didn’t move. He just laid there, much like you had the day before. You realized you felt bad for him, shockingly enough. You scooted over towards him.

“Lucifer,” You said softly. He didn’t respond and you touched his shoulder gently. It was then that you realized he had passed out. Wonderful, you thought. This is going to be so much harder now.

Luckily you still had some strength in you and you were able to lift the heavy archangel off the floor and get him onto the cot. Your back was on fire when you were done, but Lucifer was at least off the dirty floor now. His shirt was ripped to shreds and through it you could see the deep, oozing wounds. Crowley started with the nine tails then, you thought bitterly. You had scars yourself from the bite of that whip.

Gently, you pulled the shirt off the archangel and ripped it into strips. You were filling the sink with warm water when he groaned.

“Don’t move,” You ordered.

A crazy laughter bubbled out of him, which promptly turned into more gasps of pain. “Couldn’t if I wanted to.” He said in a stuttering voice.

You laid the strips down on a clean shirt so they wouldn’t get dirty, then looked around and pulled a brick out of the wall. Behind it was a small jar of a waxy substance.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you.” You said, putting the stone back and carrying the jar over. “This might hurt a bit,” You warned him, dipping your fingers into it.

“What is it?”

“Just a healing lotion. It works great. But I’m going to have to touch your back with it and its going to hurt like hell.”

“I’ve had worse,” He said. He grunted when you first touched his bare back, but was silent as you spread the lotion over his shredded skin. You tried to be gentle, but you knew it was hurting him badly because you could feel the tenseness in his body. Once you were finished, you carefully laid the wet strips of shirt across his back until it was almost covered. His breathing had evened out as you worked and you found him studying your face every time you looked down at him. It was unnerving, but you figured he didn’t understand normal human socialization rules. Or maybe he did, and just didn’t care.

“All done.” You said after laying the last strip down on the small of his back. You returned the jar of lotion to its hiding spot and then sat in front of Lucifer. “We’ll have to leave it on for a while, but it should feel much better once it comes off. I’ll check it when I get back.”

“Get back from where?” He asked hoarsely. You looked away from him and he said, “Oh.”

You took a deep breath. “Just get some rest.”

That day you were waterboarded, stuck with large needles, and had all the fingernails on your left hand pulled off.

Lucifer was still laying on the cot when you were shoved back into the cell. You stumbled, but didn’t fall. You quickly grabbed a shirt from the clean pile and wrapped your bloody left hand up. Then you went over to Lucifer and knelt beside the bed.

“Ready?” You rasped, your voice eroded from a long day of screaming.

He nodded, an unreadable expression on his face. You lifted a shaking hand and unpeeled the cloth from his back. The skin was raw, puckered, and swollen, but it looked a bit better. You hoped.

“Looks okay. Now it has to air.” You said, peeling off all the strips. Once you had bundled everything into a ball and set it aside, you set to work on your own wounds. Your left hand was by far the worst. Once you were finished, you turned away from him and sat, leaning your back on the metal bed frame, the burns on your back throbbing, the knife wounds on your stomach aching. And you thought wistfully of your brothers. They were probably so worried. You had been gone without a trace for almost a year now and they still hadn’t found you. You could only hope that they were close to solving the mystery of your disappearance.

“Why did you do it?” Lucifer’s voice cut into your thoughts.

“Do what?”

A pause. Then: “Help me. Why did you help me?”

Now it was your turn to pause. “A multitude of reasons.”

“Like what”

“Like I don’t like seeing someone in pain. Like I know that those wounds are worse if not treated correctly. Like it was the right thing to do.” There was a long pause, so you turned towards him and asked the question that had been burning you up. “Why can’t you heal yourself?”

“Crowley won’t let me.” He answered immediately. The quickness of his response took you off-guard. You hadn’t really expected him to answer that question, at least not so readily.

“Did he take your Grace?” You asked.

“No. He trapped me in this vessel, which he remade with runes. He can have total control over me whenever he wants.”

“Whoa.” You breathed. “That’s not good.”

He grinned weakly. “No, it’s not.”

You propped your elbow up on the bed and rested your chin on your wrapped up hand.

“What happened to that?” Lucifer asked, nodding at the hand.

“Let’s just say I won’t be having any manicures for a while.”

He grimaced. “Ouch.”

“Yeah.” You said. “Yeah.”

“Where did you get that stuff you put on me? From the jar?”

“I have my ways.” You said, not wanting to give up your secrets. You didn’t want the one helping you to be outed accidentally.

That was the last word between the two of you for a few hours. Lucifer was snoring loudly when you decided to check his back again. It was scabbing over and looked incredibly painful. You endured five whippings since your capture but your back had never looked as bad as the archangel’s. He really must have pissed Crowley off. You didn’t think he was going to be able to get off the cot for at least a day, maybe longer. And you knew that Crowley would most likely come again for him in the morning.

Crowley did come again for Lucifer in the morning. And the morning after that, and the one after that, until they all started to blend together. And you were taken every afternoon, as usual. It was strange though. Your own torments were cruel, but the ones Lucifer endured were on a whole other level. Every morning they tossed his bloodied, battered body back into the cell and every morning you picked him up off the ground, cleaned his wounds, and bandaged him up. And it was either the nineteenth or the twentieth day after Lucifer first arrived that he began to return the favor in the afternoons, if he was able.

You remembered the first time he had done it well because it had shocked you. Crowley had been particularly cruel that day. You had cuts all along your face, your nose was broken, and he had taken to branding your back again. It seemed to be a favorite of his. They tossed you back in the cell, where Lucifer lay recovering from that morning where they had just beat him senseless, and you crawled over to the sink, intending to start cleaning up. The next thing you knew, Lucifer had you in his cool arms and was placing you gently on the cot. You were so shocked that you couldn’t speak. You could only watch as Lucifer carefully cleaned your wounds. His cool hands felt heavenly though the cloth was rough and you moaned slightly at the relief they gave you.

“Don’t make it weird, Winchester.” Lucifer said gruffly.

“Sorry,” You said with a smile.

Once he had finished, you sat up and faced him. “Let me see yours,” You demanded.

Lucifer painfully pulled up his shirt and you examined the word that had been carved into the soft flesh of his stomach. ‘Dog’, the word read. You touched it to see if it was warm and heard him inhale sharply.

“Sorry,” You said. “Just checking for infection.”

“I’m fine,” He muttered, dropping his shirt.

“Okay. Thank you.”

He looked down querulously at you. “Thank you for what?”

“For cleaning me up.”

He shrugged. “You do it for me.”

“Yeah, well…thank you.”

“Don’t tell anyone about it.” He said. “I can’t have people thinking I’m losing my touch.”

“Oh, I’m telling everyone.” You said, grinning. He grinned back and you suddenly realized that you were making friends with the Devil. And it honestly didn’t feel so bad. You didn’t know that the friendship would hold up outside of the cell (you figured it probably wouldn’t), but after almost a year of being alone, it was kind of…nice…to have someone to talk to.

And things went on the way for a while, until they took Lucifer and he didn’t come back for two weeks. It was the roughest two weeks of your life. You were tormented every day and had to go back to cleaning yourself up again. It was hard, grueling, and you didn’t know if you were ever going to see the Devil again. You didn’t know what had happened to him. You figured Crowley wouldn’t kill him, but you were worried about him. And worried about yourself because you were worried about him.

He was back quite suddenly. When you went to sleep that night he wasn’t there and when you woke up, he was. You had been badly tormented the day before and so didn’t have the energy to sit up, much less stand. He was sitting across the cell from you, staring.

“Hey,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t answer. He didn’t even move. You tried again. “Where you been?”

He had a strange look in his eyes and you realized how vulnerable he looked. With enormous effort, you got to your feet and went to kneel in front of him. He stared right through you and you wondered for a moment if the once proud archangel had finally broken.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

He inhaled, then roughly shoved you away from him. You landed on your back a few feet away from him, your body screaming in pain.

“Stay away from me.” He said coldly.

You were gasping for air on the floor, but you heard him. What the hell? You thought fiercely. You were angry, that was for sure. You had helped this dick pretty much the whole time he had been imprisoned with you and this was how he was going to act?

You crawled back over to the bed and hoisted yourself back up. The pain was intense and the anger even more so, but underneath it all you were surprised to find that you had been hurt not only physically but emotionally. You had grown close-ish to Lucifer and his rejection of you hurt. You rolled away from him and faced the wall all night.

The next morning you were surprised when the demons came for not only Lucifer, but you as well. They marched you down the long hallway side by side. The torture chamber was much the same and they strapped you the table as they usually did. Crowley appeared, as usual. But what was odd was that they didn’t strap Lucifer down on the other table. He stood sullenly off to the side, his eyes dull. Crowley stepped up next to you.

“Hello darling.” He said. “We’re going to have so much fun today.”

He whirled away before you could spit at him and strode over towards the table full of torture instruments next to the archangel. You watched as the King selected a blowtorch off the stand and turned back towards you. Smiling, he handed the torch to Lucifer.

“Burn her.” He commanded.

Lucifer looked as though he had been slapped. “What?”

“Burn her,” Crowley repeated. “Go on, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Lucifer looked down at the blowtorch in his hand and then over to you. You could see the pain in his eyes. He looked back towards Crowley.


Crowley’s head jerked around. “No?” He snapped his fingers and Lucifer cried out, dropping the torch and falling to his knees. “Listen, dog! When I tell you to do something, you better do it!”

He snapped again and Lucifer screamed in agony. “Now, you will burn her!”

“No,” Lucifer grunted. Crowley snapped and Lucifer dropped to the floor completely in the fetal position. His bellows echoed through the room. Crowley punched him and his head bounced off the concrete floor.

“Are you going to do as I say?”

Lucifer spat out a wad of blood. “No.”

Crowley growled and his fists flew. Lucifer was fading in and out of consciousness when he was finished. The King picked the torch up off the ground, straightened his tie, clicked it on, then stepped towards you.

When the bottoms of your feet were blackened and blistered, he had Lucifer strapped face down on the other table. Lucifer’s head was turned towards you and you could see that his eyes were horribly swollen. You were in so much pain that you didn’t even realize what Crowley was doing at first. He seemed to be picking at something in the air, stretching it out, like the wing of a bird or something. Oh my God, his wings, you had time to think before Crowley went to work on those with the blowtorch.

Lucifer shrieked and struggled against the restraints but there was no escape. You had never heard those sounds come out of him before. They were animalistic and horrible. He thrashed, but Crowley only had his demons hold the invisible wing down. You wanted to look away, to run away, to do anything besides lay there, but there was no escape for you either.

When they threw the two of you back in the cell, you both laid on the floor for several long moments. Finally you sat up and looked over to the archangel. You were surprised to see tears streaming out of his eyes. You crawled over to him, knowing you wouldn’t be walking for quite a while.

“You gotta let me see them,” You said.

“No,” He said, his voice steady.

“Lucifer, you gotta let me take a look at your wings. I know you angels have a thing about letting humans see them, but from the sounds you were making, they really need some help healing.”

“Touching an angel’s wings is incredibly intimate.” He said. “No one besides me has ever touched mine.”

“I’ll be gentle.” You promised.

He clenched his jaw, but didn’t resist as you pulled him up into a seated position. You walked around behind him and touched him gently on the shoulder.

“Spread ‘em, Feathers.” You said. They were joking words, but your tone was soft rather than jovial.

Lucifer sighed, bowed his head, tugged off his shirt, and did as you bade. 

They were even more magnificent than you could have ever imagined. So white they almost glowed and fluffier than the fluffiest pillow. You ran your hand through the beautiful feathers that were closest to his neck. It was like running your hand through a cloud and for a moment you forgot about where you were and what you were supposed to be doing. There was only you and the gorgeous sight before you.

Lucifer made a low sound that could have been a moan, then cleared his throat. 


“Yeah?” You asked, snapping out of your trance.

“Intimate. Remember?”

“Oh.” Then you understood what he meant by that. “Oh. Oh my God. I’m sorry!”

He gave you a weak smile. “Just try to be fast.”

You nodded and looked to your left. The mangled, bloodied, blacked spots on his wings stuck out like a sore thumb. You brushed your hands over the spot closest to you and felt him shudder. Quickly, silently, you plucked the mangled feathers away from the spot and marveled at how soft the skin was underneath. 

You did the same with the other spots you could see, then had Lucifer wet some shirts since you couldn’t walk. He sat back in front of you and spread his wings again. You cleaned his wounds as best you could and you couldn’t refrain yourself from running your hands again through his healthy feathers, loving the way they felt.

Lucifer inhaled sharply and you felt him tense. “Y/N.” He breathed.

“Sorry.” You said. “Couldn’t help it. They’re…amazing. And I’ll probably never get to touch them again.”

“What makes you say that?” He asked in a low voice.

You sighed and sat back. “I’m not getting out of here alive. I’ve known that for a while now. But hey, at least I can now say that I’ve touched an angel’s wings.”

He was silent for a moment. “What makes you think you aren’t getting out of this alive?”

You gave a dry laugh. “I’ve been enduring this torment day in and day out for a year now. It’s coming. My breaking point. It’ll be soon and then Crowley will kill me and it’ll all be over. Finally. You know, there are days where I wish for the end to come, and know that I could help it along. But then I think about my brothers, and everyone else I’d be letting down, and it helps me hold out a little longer. I mean Dean held out for over 40 years right? And I can’t even last a year? Pathetic.”

“You are not pathetic.” Lucifer said quietly.

“Yeah, anyways,” You said, looking away. “Let’s change the subject.”

His wings fluttered lazily and you had to resist the urge to reach out and touch them again. “What information does Crowley want from you?” He asked.

You hesitated, the memory of Lucifer shoving you away from him surfacing suddenly. He looked back over his shoulder at you and saw the expression on your face. “Fine, don’t tell me.”

“I don’t want the information getting to Crowley,” You explained. “How do I know you won’t sell me out to save your own skin?”

The wings disappeared instantly. “Typical Winchester.” He muttered, pulling his shirt back on.

“Hey, I’m not the one who disappeared for two weeks then physically attacked my cellmate. That was you.”

He stood up and crossed the room to go sit on the cot. “I have my reasons for that.”

“Yeah well, the point is that I can’t trust you.”

“Right. I forgot how trustworthy you were. Obviously you must be a  master at spotting it in others.”

You crawled over to the bed, still unable to stand, and laid down on the floor looking up at him. “I’m not trying to be mean here, Lucifer. I’m trying to preserve my life. I would think that you would understand this.”

He stared down at you with an unreadable expression. “Yeah. I understand perfectly.”

Not so quick, but still dirty nebula painting based on @kaijuslayer‘s q&d nebula tutorial. (Which you should read before reading this).

In essence, this is the same process, except that it is a mix of my three attempts at learning Jake’s technique. Which brought a few tweaks

All three attempts were slightly different.

  • The first was a “I’ll follow the manual” thing :
  • The second was a variation with another colour than black as a background, or more accurately, making a nebula without any background colour. This used a drybrush technique :
  • The third came back to the text book, albeit with a desire to have colours blend more. To that end it used a wetting-the-paint-on-the-model method.

Flyers are great, they have a lot of surface to play with to really give this wet technique the room to shine. On smaller models though, the results do not achieve the impression of deepness of this Voidraven, but it is still worth the effort, at least if you look at the model from a playing distance.


The models I’m painting at the moment do not leave any black deep-space areas. They were undercoated with Mephiston Red spray paint, which I still deeply regret.

I would like to emphasis the fact that these techniques will crush your spirit until the last phase, where everything comes together and no matter how shitty it looked during the process, it will in fact, turn out great. I remember almost crying out of frustration on my first attempt.

STEP 1 : Getting started and doubting

Like with Jake’s tutorial, haphazardly paint your models with two base colours. Deposit the paint on a palette, take a lot of water on the brush, drop it on the palette, mix a little, put the blob of paint on the model. Really wet it, but not as much as it would immediately run. Aim for that “round drop of water on a surface” as a limit, running is desired, but not just yet.

Switch to colour 2, do the same, you might not need as much water this time, you’ll have to be the judge of that. Here your bubbles will connect and the paint from blob one will move around, dilute, blend a little but never really mix into another colour.

You don’t want them to become another colour, at least not too much, here a little bit of purple-ish blue or red in a very limited area can be acceptable, but if it turns outright purple, just wipe it away from the brush/model.

Play with the water : go take some with your brush and drop it on the model if it doesn’t feel like fun/risky to do. Let it go where it wants, or not, try turning the model around or up/down to achieve desired effects.

Let dry thoroughly before next step.

STEP 2 : feels like you did nothing of importance

Same than step one, but with layer colours, be a bit more precise with what you do, but you still have room for happy mistakes. As explained in Jake’s tutorial, you do not want to just paint over the deep blue, you want it to overlap a bit, be a bit smaller as to give the paint the idea of gradient, definitely use less water, but still, have a really wet brush.

You should totally have a nebula image from nasa or w/e as a model while doing this when you first try it out, it helps a lot. At least until you become familiar with nebula techniques.

STEP 3 : feels like improvement, or ruining the model?

Keep at it, go for even more lighter colours. In my case I didn’t use more than two red colours (Khorne and Evil Suns) but did use 3 or 4 colours for the blue (Kantor, Caledor, Lothern, and White if you want to count that in)

Keep going smaller (or not actually, in some places it can achieve nice effects) if you are perfectionist to the point of painting a replica of a nebula picture to the letter, these aren’t considerations that will bother you.

(sorry no picture)

STEP 4 : feels like it might come together eventually.

Fun part, take a bit of one of your base colours in a small recipient (I use icecube-making moulds) with the brush add a lot of water. Mix and apply all over the area. See Jake’s tutorial for an image and explanation it’s the exact same step.

STEP 5 : stars and shit

I’ve gotten lazy (that’s my trait in painting because I really don’t enjoy painting, if I could get to my end result without having to pick up a brush, I’d be so happy).

On the voidraven, I did every star one by one. It was okay, its a big model it needs to look good. On my bikes and this batch, I’ve used a destroyed brush to do like ten little spots at once, but they of course don’t look as good if your aim is to have nice round and small stars. What I did looks different, but not necessarily bad.

I added little parts where I almost dried-brush the lighter blue, other parts I used a wet brush, you have to test it out to see what works best for you. Most of the time I don’t know what I am doing and hope it’ll come out okay.


By now the model looks okay, but it can look even better if you just use a big brush containing a lot of ink (shade) in it. It will give the whole thing deepness and brilliance, as well as a certain fading, as if it was a real paintjob made by the space elves, rather than feeling like it’s a paintjob from a hobbyist nerdzor. 

I used an ink coulour that is not of the same hue as the earlier wash. In this case, I had washed with Khorne Red, so I opted for Drakenhof Nightshade as a finishing touch.

A lot of variations of these techniques will work. It is fun to try different things everytime or to have to find ways to adapt what you did on a 10cm x 5cm flyer hull to a 1,5cm x 1cm cape.

Just go for it :D get dirty!

But Why?

Pairing: Cas x Reader
Words:  870
Requested by @legend-o-zelda:  Request for maybe lots of Castiel angst/fluff? Say..he finds out reader has depression. Sees some scars. Then the usual confused Castiel pops in, asking tons of questions? If not its fine <3 love your blog! 

Warning: depression (I didn’t add in the scars)

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A/N2: Send in Requests for parts to “Our Girl”

          You hadn’t gotten yourself out of bed in a couple of days. Sam and Dean were on a hunt. You had opted out, claiming to not be feeling your best and not wanting to drag the two of them down.

           But once they left the bunker, you had just curled into bed and didn’t move. Didn’t do anything. Didn’t eat. Or get water. Didn’t want to. Didn’t feel like taking care of yourself. Didn’t feel like being, really.

           “Y/N?” Cas’s voice took you by surprise. You hadn’t prayed to him and you didn’t expect him to just pop him.

           “Yeah, Cas?” you asked, not looking at him.

           “Sam and Dean said you weren’t feeling well. I came to heal you so you feel better,” he said.

           “I don’t think you can heal me, Cas,” you said softly.

           “What? Why?” he asked.

           “It’s just not that simple,” you said, “Just go help Sam and Dean. Keep them safe on the hunt.”

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Do fans not know how to tag anymore? I’m looking at Tae/gi, V/min, or whatever other ship and see something completely irrelevant and what’s tagged? Every ship in BTS just for the sake of someone seeing that post. Dudes, if you do this, stop.

Dad 76 wearing an aloha shirt is my aesthetic tbh


Sam x Reader
Words: 1,318
Warnings: brief swearing, mentions of blood
A/N: This is for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer ‘s Sammy Says challenge. My prompt was:  #2: “You know this whole ‘I laugh in the face of death thing’? It’s crap. I can see right through it.” Congrats on the follower milestone, guys! I hope you like it!! <3

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1. OMGGGGG!!!! @our-dazed-sims!!! You’re the sweet angel!! 😇😇💖💖💖 That was so kind! You have no idea how happy I am that you said that!!! Aww shucks I’m giggling like a madman~! I was thinking who I followed awhile ago and doing all these calculations in my head! 😂 and following you was one of best decisions evaaaa because your personality, your face ;^), and your posts are puurfect~~! Thank you so much, love!!! HONESTLY THANK YOU! :* I love youuuu💕💕

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• I can breathe
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• My style of clothing yo!!

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TV Tropes + Sebastian Vael

They better handle Trini’s sexuality amazingly in the sequels tbh David Yost (original Billy, blue ranger) suffered from so much homophobic slurs thrown on him during set for producers and other crew for them to not do this right


favorite supernatural quotes (dean, nightshifter)

“You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero.”