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Hey doll, if you're taking request, I would totally love to see Devil!Sam being angsty and smart ass Angel!Dean cheering him up with kisses and terrible puns.

“Hey angelcakes-”

Sam’s face, which was already a thundercloud, transferred to typhoon level distress and Dean backpedaled fast and hard.

“I-I mean devilcakes, did it, uh, hurt when you fell from heaven?”


Dean coughed.

Then, in a dry, sullen tone, “Yes.”  Sam replied, and Dean really wasn’t doing the best job at cheering up his brother.

“Ha, ha, I, uh, figured.”  Dean said, eloquent, and Sam side glanced him with heart clenching sad black eyes.  Ah.  So it was one of those days.

Some days, Sam took the whole angel-turned-devil thing pretty well, but others, when Sam was feeling particularly self destructive, he couldn’t quite hide the blackness that swallowed his once hazel hues.  Dean found them pretty, like an onyx softly highlighted by the already alluring figure that was Sam.  

He never mentioned this to Sam, because he knew the black eyes were a stark reminder of Sam’s failings and so Dean sat himself quietly by his brother, leaning against his shoulder and draping his wings around Sam’s back and own leathery wings.

He figured today he should.

He clasped one hand over Sam’s, leaning close into his space and trying to catch the demon’s eyes.

Sam looked away, face tinged just the softest pink and Dean lifted his hand from Sam’s to gently touch Sam’s face, directing him to look over at Dean and Dean offered a rare, gentle smile.

“They’re really pretty, you know.”  Dean said, tilting his head to keep his eyes locked with mesmerizing obsidian and Sam’s face looked crumpled, disbelief written all over his features and Dean leaned in to press a soft kiss over each eye, the demon, although larger in stature, shrinking in on himself under each soft gesture.

“They’re, no, they,” Sam stumbled over his words, blush in full bloom and voice catching on emotions that Dean figured he’d rather never discuss.

“I never told you this before, but, yeah, they are.”  Dean reaffirmed, “they sparkle and they’re really cool, and yeah - they might be more proof of what you are, but who says that’s a bad thing?  And ‘sides,” he paused then, when Sam looked to be listening to him over the insecurities screaming loud in his ears, Dean’s face took on a cheeky grin.  

“They’re also really hot.  Like - I think I might have a thing for demons.  Mostly you.  Actually, fuck it, just you -  you’re hot like this.  You’re always hot, now you’re just super hot - got the tall, dark, and handsome vibes going on big time.”  With each word to tumble silly and fast out of Sam’s mouth Sam’s blush deepened, the demon’s wings springing open under Dean’s own, feathered ones, and the thin, viper like tail going rigid across both their laps.

“Oh.”  Sam said, black eyes wide and Dean chuckled.

“Yeah, really not fair, too,” Dean gestured to himself then, “I get the ‘nice guy who’ll give the neighbors sugar’ vibe, the one where everyone’s like ‘aw, what a sweet guy’,” Dean fluttered his lashes at the mimed words, tone pitching high in mockery and Sam unwillingly chuckled.  “Hell, others can even refer to me as cute or sweet.”

Dean turned to Sam fully then, gesturing to the broad expanse of shoulders, the horns-tail-devil combo he had going on to add to his already powerful figure, and stuck his tongue out in distaste, “Then you come along and the panties drop and the guys swoon and you’re mister ‘mysterious’.  Lucky bastard, I’d say.”

“You think I’m a lucky bastard?”  Sam said, one eyebrow finally quirking up in humour and Dean draped himself across his lap, stomach first because wing’s got in the way of laying on your back a lot.

“Hm… I would say that, but then again you’re kinda stuck with me, and that’s not so lucky.” 

“How so?”

“Because I kill your cool demon vibe, or, you know what?”

“What?”  Sam asked, now fully playing along and petting through the warm feathers of Dean’s wings.  Dean held back the pleased purr that almost pulled from him.

“We’re like good cop bad cop, ‘cept you’re actually the good cop because you’re so fucking nice but they won’t know that because they’ll be distracted by our combined awesomeness.”

“Dean,” Sam interjected softly into his small rant.


“Thank you.”  Sam said, quiet, and Dean tripped up at that and blushed a little himself.

“Oh, yeah, uhm, any time.”


deans skills at cheering others up might need to revisited but it works well enough for sam yea

I was diagnosed with childhood schizophrenia after experiencing a series of traumatic events. I was told they never really happened. But I know they did. Part 1.

I was six when the lady appeared in my room for the first time. She stood next to my bed and watched me. When I saw her, I was understandably surprised. Shocked, even. But, for whatever reason, I wasn’t scared. I found something about her to be deeply comforting. She was black, but not like Mr. Davis, my teacher at the time, or like mom’s friends Darryl and Shevaun. She was black like I never had seen before; light seemed to disappear into her flawless skin.

We gazed at one another for a minute or two, then I trotted over to my parents’ room and announced, “there’s a naked lady in my bedroom.” Mom snorted out a poorly-stifled laugh and dad told me to come over, gave me a high-five, and instructed me to go back to bed. I obeyed. Before I pulled the covers up, I reached out to poke the woman’s knee. My finger slipped through as if she weren’t there. I slept as she stared down at me.

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I imagine love coming to me as teeth in the back of the spine, as a shoulder ridge tinge disaster, as a slap, as hornet sting, as flotsam in silk, as threaded tires, as cannibals at play, as vertigo incense, as sulfur seduction, as obsidian cliff face, the oversold, the lacquered, the terra cotta whim, the recycled thunder bolt, the diva tentacle, the extinct species surrendering, the smell of a woman in sheets she’s been caressing with smooth bare legs.
—  Stimie
Hellfire : 4


Summary:  Beast Boy doesn’t ever disobey direct orders. Beast Boy doesn’t ever disobey Robin’s good judgement. Except for that one time the green changeling decided to follow a certain empath to the fiery pits of a demonic hell, that is. BBRae slow burn.

Rating: T

4. Lesson of Anguish

What did hell look like?

What did it smell like?

These were questions that, sadly, all the Titans were familiar with.

Fire and blood.

Always fire and blood – often choking with the stench of burning, rotting, human flesh. The Titans had seen enough in their line of work to know that those two themes were always of a consistent nature. Hand in hand, like lovers born of the ugliest sin.

Raven faltered – the only Titan to hesitate at the scene of the crime. The others, they’d thrown themselves into the thick of it, determination like well-tempered fury guiding the strength behind their movements. When they took running steps forward, she took a step back, lingering in their shadows. Her eyes, violet stone, reflected the fiery red carnage of the dreadful scene before her.

Unlike so many times before, the team hadn’t merely walked into a bank robbery, or an escaped, super-powered convict, like they were typically accustomed to these days.


They’d left the tower in response to the sudden emergency, and come face to face with a new variation of hell.

Raven hung back, rooted to the spot as the demonic monstrosities scurried before her in a blur of red, engaging her friends in a bloody fight. Garfield tore them limb from limb, slashing with his sharp claws in the form of an enraged Grizzly. Nightwing’s blows were more lethal, evidently not caring to hold back against the vile creatures that were overrunning their city. Even Cyborg and Starfire were set to kill.

Not human meant more casualties. Demon spawn like these were beyond negotiation, so primal in their quest, that death was inevitable – it was the only way to stop them.

Kill or be killed.

Her teammates understood that well by now, having encountered a similar army when up against Trigon.

Raven, on the other hand, could not.

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Here - Percival/Theseus

Posting for @funkzpiel, who enables me to do such things :D. NSFW Perseus smut.

Percival settling himself in Theseus’s lap is always a pleasure. The other man is quiet, serially reserved, but in possession of a hidden, fiery temper and passion. It simmers deep beneath the surface, tucked away behind coffee-dark eyes. Percival is now staring at Theseus will all that passion at the forefront, those whiskey eyes burning with it. Arms creep about Theseus’s neck, drawing Percival in, closer. Theseus can smell his soap, the aftershave he uses, could swear he can almost taste the other man’s desire on his tongue.

“Well,” Theseus says, settling his own hands on the sharp angles of Percival’s hips, “This is a pleasant surprise.”

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Chapter 126: Almost at the END of the ROPE

Note: Read the notes at the bottom for clarification on certain things, if anything, leave a comment or message me if something still doesn’t make sense. Remember, NO SPOILERS PLEASE. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Vote/likes are highly appreciated. :) Thank you! I’m off to watch a horror movie. Recommend a good one if you can ೕ(˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

As always, thank you for reading and enjoying the journey with our ever so adorable:

Gu Hai & Bai Luo Yin



Chapter 126 : Almost at the END of the ROPE

“Dad, I have something to ask you.”

Bai Han Qi turned over, his face barely itches away from Bai Luo Yin, staring directing at said boy. His back straightened out as an earnest and solemn expression laid out pleasantly across his face.

Bai Luo Yin felt a bit awkward and uncomfortable, “Why are you wearing this kind of expression huh? I just want to have a chat with you.”

“Oh…” Bai Han Qi immediately loosened up, allowing his body to relax, “I thought you wanted to discuss about national affairs.”

If it was to discuss national affairs, no one going to ask you…Bai Luo Yin thought to himself.

“I wanted to ask you, what kind of person do you think Gu Hai is?”

One of Bai Han Qi’s finger immediately sprung forth out and poked Bai Luo Yin’s head, “What did I say? I was certain that there was a problem between you and Da Hai…”

Bai Luo Yin let out a long sigh, “First, don’t worry about that, just give an objective opinion on Gu Hai as a person.”

“That kid, is absolutely wonderful.”

Bai Han Qi then proceeded to raise his thumbs upward in approval.

Bai Luo Yin laid on the bed, his chin rested on the pillow as he quietly waited for Bai Han Qi to continue. However, Bai Hai Qi only grunted twice to reiterate his approval of Gu Hai’s excellent characteristic. Afterwards, no other words followed those two sounds.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, what else is there to say?”

An air of defeat hung close to Bai Luo Yin’s face; his obsidian orbs glared at Bai Hai Qi, “Can you be a bit more specific about it? For example, his character, personality, his behavior towards other people…”

Bai Han Qi rack his brain out for a second before prudently saying, “There’s no problems with his character, his personality is pretty good, and his behavior toward others is quite good as well.”

…it’s the same as not saying anything at all…forget it. There’s no need to ask anymore, asking is the same as not asking anyways.

Bai Luo Yin pulled the blanket over his body and planned on going to sleep just like that.

Finally, when Bai Luo Yin decided not to hold on to anymore hope, Bai Han Qi, contrariwise, slowly began to speak again.

“Da Hai ah…that kid. He comes from a good background, yet he’s not vain. He’s ambitious, hardworking, and also generous. The one thing that I like about this kid the most, is that, he’s realistic. He would never play any dirty tricks or deceive people. Before I thought, you youngster don’t have any conscience, but now I know that it’s not like that. Kids nowadays are very conscience, and some don’t have any good conscience. But Da Hai, this kid, is straightforward. He wears his heart on his sleeves. If he likes something, he likes it, if he doesn’t, then he doesn’t. He is absolute and can make a clear distinction between what he loves and hates. He means what he says and will absolutely stand by it.”

Bai Luo Yin silently listen before his eyes opened again, slightly widening. His lips parted and he asked, “Are you good at telling if someone is good or not?”

“Of course. My brain may not be as good as yours, but I definitely know people better than you. How long have I been living? How many people have I met already? You’ve only live for this long, those bit of people you’ve met only amounts to the number of fingers on your hands.”

Bai Luo Yin asked again, “Do you think, someone like Gu Hai, if he were to get irritated, he’d do anything?”

“Like what? Give me an example.”

“For example if he dislikes a girl and found her to be an eyesore, would he find someone to violate her…those kinds of things?”

“How can that be?” Bai Han Qi easily knocked the question down, “Da Hai’s conscience is absolutely honest and proper. He would never do anything so wicked and lacking in virtue.”

“What if he really hated the girl?”

“Even if he were to hate that girl, it can’t be more than your mother? Did he do any of that to your mother? As for Meng Jian Zhi,1* that guy really knows how to pissed people off right? Da Hai only gave him, what, maybe a few punches? Did he kill Meng Jian Zhi?”

Bai Luo Yin didn’t utter another word afterwards as his eyes gradually shifted toward the wall.

Afterwards, Bai Han Qi became really tired. When his eyes became hazy and unconsciousness slowly beckoned him, Bai Han Qi patted the blanket that was wrapped around Bai Luo Yin’s body and muttered: “I swear on my head, Da Hai, definitely would never do anything of that nature. Don’t foolishly ponder about it anymore. Quick, go to sleep.”

Did I really misunderstood him?…

Bai Luo Yin’s eyelid soon became heavy and slowly they dragged him into slumber.

After midnight had sauntered by, he slept really lightly. The side of his ear were engrossed with Bai Han Qi’s snores. Bai Luo Yin couldn’t clearly discern whether he was dreaming or reminiscing.

A scene of the night that Bai Han Qi got married, played out in front of him. Gu Hai placed him on his back and carried him toward the rooftop. He hugged him tightly and said, “I promise you, besides your dad, no one will ever be as good to you, as I am.”

For the first time ever, under Sun Jingwei most earnest and heartfelt persuasion, Gu Hai, after an unprecedentedly long period of time, agreed to return home and celebrate the New Year with Gu Wei Ting.

It was already the 28th day of the twelfth month of the lunar year.

The streets seemed more desolate, more desperate than ever. And, since all signs of traffic has miraculously disappeared, the drive proceeded without any hindrance.

It is a common knowledge amongst all the residents of Beijing that whenever any holiday arrived, Beijing inevitably became a city of ghosts, empty and lonely. Those revered traditions and customs that once reigned above all, has gradually lessen over the years. People has, without a doubt, become more and more materialistic. And this, in turn, has weakened people’s interest in celebrating the coming year.

Half a month has gone by quickly, since Gu Hai returned to his residence. This time, he only needed to grab a few things before taking leave.

Bai Luo Yin’s car remained untouched, shielded under the protection of the garage. It was in the same spot; in the same positive as it was before. Never once did Gu Hai’s sight land on it as he drew the key out of his own car’s ignition and sauntered into the elevator.

The elevator, slowly yet surely, rose. Gu Hai stood alone in the empty elevator when suddenly, a simple string of thought sprung up in his mind. He thought that for the passed two weeks, he, himself, haven’t lived like a human being…like an actual person.

Every day, besides eating, the time meant for sleeping was spent training. He simply didn’t give himself the time or space to think or reflect at all. Occasionally, as a distraction, he would seek out an older soldier and listen as he shared his experiences in the army. It was only then, would his spirit and energy sneakily reassembled into his body, sobering him up.

There were no fucking differences, between him and the military dogs, that were crazily running around wildly on the training ground! This is how Gu Hai would describe himself.

Gu Hai looked into the cabinets and flipped through some clothes. He had planned on staying at home for a few days.

Since the day Bai Luo Yin heartlessly wounded him, until this very second, each and every single one of Gu Hai’s feelings have diminished. Those feelings that engulfed and defined a person were no longer there to be seen.

Before, he had thought that the hardest thing to endure was living under the same roof as Jiang Yuan, but now, even that was no longer considered a problem. Sure enough, it was time…time was needed for people to learn how to tolerate things.

Finally, when he got to the bottom of the wardrobe, he saw a neatly folded school uniform jacket. It was wrapped in a layer of clothes, encasing it, like a box.

It was the jacket that Bai Luo Yin had personally hand washed for him.

At that time, it was so precious that nothing in the world could compare to it. He never even had the heart to wear it. So there it remained, in the wardrobe, untouched.

As if a spell was casted upon him, Gu Hai tore at the wrapping and flung the jacket to the ground. He mercilessly stomped on it three times. Each time his foot made contact with it, he felt as though, he had just trampled on and crushed his own heart.

Into his eyes crept the old somberness of heartache.

With not even a second to spare, the aching charged forth and traveled toward the core of his being. It began to gripped tightly around those invisible strings that held his heart together. Firmly it squeezed and attacked at that empty and miserable pulsating muscle. There was nothing he could do to ward off those unshakeable heartaches. The pain was unbearable…so painful that Gu Hai wanted to bash his head against the wall.

You fucking idiot! You can just fucking stay with her until you’re fed up. Just let her lie to you and play around with you. Sooner or later, the day you fucking suffer will come!

“Tomorrow is the 30th day of the month,” said Shi Hui.

Bai Luo Yin silently looked at her and asked, “When are you going back?”

“Go back? Back where?” Shi Hui’s bright eyes sparkled.

“Go back abroad. You can’t just abandon your studies just like that right?”

An indifferent expression painted itself onto Shi Hui’s face, “So what, abandoning is abandoning. In any case, I want to stay here beside you.”


“Don’t say anything!” Shi Hui covered her ears, “I don’t want to hear it, I don’t hear it.”

Bai Luo Yin lit up a cigarette and silently smoked.

Shi Hui’s focus remained on Bai Luo Yin. The entirety of him veiled her vision. That was already the fifth cigarette Bai Luo Yin smoked since they sat down. She heard other people say that men smoked to pass time.

Bai Luo Yin smoked frequently…does it mean, during times like this, he found it hard to bear? Shi Hui tried to will those thoughts away; she did not want to let those it consumed her. But the facts compelled her to think such thoughts over and over again. Since she came back until now, Bai Luo Yin’s expressions has lessened.

Initially, she could still see some excitements and nervousness, but now, only apathetic remained.

She had thought that if she suffered such a big grievance, Bai Luo Yin would take pity on her and be more caring toward her in any way possible. But, on the contrary, besides the usual concerns here and there, Shi Hui couldn’t feel anything else.

Sometimes she also felt tired. And at times, she would secretly wipe away her tears as well. She had also thought of giving up. But when she thought about things all over again; about all the feelings and energy that she had sacrificed, she couldn’t…she was extremely unwilling to let go.

Feelings can be rekindled and reconstructed, but finding a second person like him was out of the question.

“Bai Luo Yin, why don’t we go abroad together? That way, my studies won’t be abandoned and you’ll also have an even better prospect and broader view of the world. Before, you didn’t have this option, but now you do. Why don’t you go out and charge forth? Do you know? Foreign high school’s life is pretty good. It’s not like how you guys spend it here, so mundane and even the livelihood is inhuman. If I didn’t miss you, I wouldn’t even come back. Think about it, okay?”

When the three members of the family were eating, Jiang Yuan excitedly said, “You know, about Luo Yin going abroad, there’s hope.”

The color on Gu Hai’s face changed, but he pretended not to hear anything and continued to eat.

“He came around to that idea himself?” asked Gu Wei Ting.

“More or less.”

The more Jiang Yuan talked the happier she got as she picked a piece of fish for Gu Hai, urging him, “Xiao Hai, you can go together. You two can take care of each other.”

“I won’t go.”

“Eh? Aren’t the two of you pretty close. To the point where neither one can leave the other?”

Gu Hai coldly rebuked, “I don’t want to go.”

Jiang Yuan still wanted to say something when Gu Wei Ting who was at the side said, “If he’s not willing to go then don’t let him go. He can stay here and afterwards he can enlist in the army. Staying in the army is the same thing.”

“I guess so…” Jiang Yuan laughed, having nothing else to say.

Gu Hai spoke again, “I don’t want to enlist in the army.”

“You don’t want to enlist in the army?” This time Gu Wei Ting’s eyebrows twitched, “Why won’t you enlist in the army? Since you were little, you grew up in the army. When there’s nothing to do, you would go back there and run. If you don’t enlist in the army, then what do you want to do?”

Gu Hai calmly looked at Gu Wei Ting and with a blank expression he said, “I ran there, but it doesn’t mean that I like it.”

When he was done speaking, he placed his chopsticks down and returned to his room.

Gu Wei Ting wanted to get up but Jiang Yuan forced him to stay.

“It’s New Year, don’t put any more pressure on him. Let’s wait until after the New Year to talk about it again…”

Right at that moment, the cellphone that sat on the side, rung. Jiang Yuan patted Gu Wei Ting on the shoulder, “I’m going to take the call, you stay here and eat slowly.”

Once the cellphone was placed against her ear, she could immediately hear a sweet voice wishing her well.

“Auntie, Happy New Year.”

“Ah, it’s Shi Hui right?” Jiang Yuan’s brows rose in delights. She was all smiles upon here that sweet voice, “Auntie just finished eating. Say hello to your family for me.”

“Okay Auntie.”

Jiang Yuan immediately changed the topic to what she was most concerned about.

“That’s right, how was your talk with Luo Yin? Last time, didn’t you say, Luo Yin might just go abroad for your sake?”

“Yes, that’s true. But I ran into a little bit of difficulty. Bai Luo Yin said he’s reluctant to leave his father.”

Jiang Yuan’s brows knitted together into a frown, “I knew it, that hindrance would be Lao Bai. Don’t worry, I go over and have a talk with Lao Bai later and try to persuade him.”

“Auntie’s really powerful.”

“I’m not as strong as you, you silly girl! I’ve spoken to him many times about this matter before, but each time he would ignore me. Now, he’s definitely thinking about it. It’s all due to your hard work.”

“But…I feel really useless.”

“Oh goodness, my little lucky star, you have more than enough capabilities. Listen to Auntie’s words, from now on, talk to him a lot more about it, and constantly remind him as well. Your words will get to him. Leave his father to me, Auntie will concentrate on him. In short, let’s both work hard!”

“Yes Auntie, I definitely won’t disappoint you.”

1*Meng Jian Zhi - Aunt Zou’s ex-husband, who made an appearance earlier in the novel

The original novel is written by Chai Jidan

I do not own any of its’ content

I am merely an amateur translator/editor

Faringo (first fic plz dont flame)

This isn’t really a cringefession, but I wrote this and I felt like I had to send it in because??? Mod Dingo x Farha is so cute??? 

I wrote this at like 3 am and I don’t know how a gun works and I didn’t spell check it but um here you go <3 

The cliff jutted out into the sky of a darkening night. Hues of red, purple, and orange flooded the sky like a watercolor painting. Farha stood valiantly and glowered at a kneeling Dingo, who was covering his punctured and scarlet-bleeding stomach with his hand as he stared back up at her.

“So this is it.”

His words were the only sound in the crisp summer evening, the sun lowering with every moment. Farha’s armour glinted in the sinking sunlight, and even though a gruesome battle had been fought, her makeup was still hella on point.

“I suppose it is,” she replied coolly, stepping closer to Dingo. He flinched, lowering himself closer to the ground to ease the pain. He was going to die one way or another tonight. He knew he’d already lost.

“It didn’t have to be like this,” he told her, eyes shining with unshed tears, and he stared into her obsidian eyes. Her face remained indifferent, though the corner of her mouth ticked up.

“We both know that it did,” she answered, gracefully pulling out her gun from her thigh holster and pointing it at Dingo, “You and I both knew it would come to this.”

Dingo’s breathing was labored. “Farha, please, you know that I…”

But she didn’t have to listen. He might have loved her, and she might have loved him, but that didn’t change the fact that this had to happen. This was how it was destined to happen.

“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling back her gun to cock the hammer then point it at Dingo once more, “But we both know only one of us can be the True Cringe.”

Dingo squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t try to protect himself or counter her. It was over. He had lost.

Farha lifted her chin and didn’t even so much as glance his way. “And it isn’t you, sweaty.”

The shot rung hollow in the heavy summer air.


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BLACK OBSIDIAN // forces facing up to one’s true self, taking you deep into the subconscious mind // black obsidian magnifies all negative energies so they can be fully experienced and then released. 

A dear friend described this to me perfectly. “Sometimes you just have to sit in it.”  

love + light, 


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