this looks horrible whatevs he's dead

siimonsfangs  asked:

yooo I saw you were accepting prompts! Can you do a role reversal (simon as the clan leader and raphael as the fledgling) saphael fic? I've seen some posts about it and I can't get it out of my head 😅 thanks!

yes!!! i was so excited to get this prompt!! so its not really included much, but in this magnus would be in clary’s role and raphael is of course in simon’s

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Raphael misses his heartbeat.

If he’s going to have a nightmare, he prefers to have the rapid beating of his heart when he wakes up to remind him that he’s alright. He’s okay.

But now he wakes up in the Hotel Dumort, forcing himself to breathe in and out, with no heartbeat to reassure him. In fact, the lack of movement in his chest makes the whole situation worse. It’s a painful reminder of the night before, when dirt and panic and fear were all beating down on him as he clawed his way up.

Coincidentally, that’s what the nightmare had been about.

He rolls over in bed and spots a thermos and a little slip of paper propped against it. He knows there’s blood in the thermos, despite Simon’s attempts to hide it with the solid metal of the cup. He reaches for the paper, which has Simon’s room number scribbled on it in a hasty, messy scrawl.

Raphael does not want to ask for help. Raphael Santiago never asks for help. He takes care of his brothers without help, he balances school and work without help, and he manages himself without help.

The thought of his family and his responsibilities make another flare of panic rise in his chest. How is he going to take care of his brothers? His mama can’t do it alone, she needs someone to help run things. But the sun will apparently burn him to a crisp and the crosses that deck out the Santiago house will apparently scar him. Which is a whole other problem. He needs to go to church on Sundays, he needs to pray at altar, he needs to wear his cross around his neck like he did every day before yesterday.

So he’s going to ask for help. Because being a vampire is not something he can figure out through his own craftiness and the internet.

He gets up and shuffles down the hall to room 210, where Simon is clearly still awake despite it being mid-afternoon. Raphael can hear a television running and loud guitar music being played and he briefly pauses outside the door, unsure.

He doesn’t know Simon. All he knows is that after Louis Karnstein bit him and Magnus and his newfound Shadowhunter companions rushed him to the cemetery, Simon had shown up with instructions on how to carry out the process. Simon had also held Raphael’s head while he drank blood for the first time, and then held his head again when he inevitably threw it up.

Simon had been nothing but kind to Raphael through the first couple of hours. He’d been soothing and understanding and he’d promised that he would help Raphael every step of the way.

But Simon’s clan has something like 200 vampires in it. He’s probably too busy to even learn Raphael’s last name.

“Raphael Santiago as I live and breathe!” Raphael looks up with a start to see Simon draped in the doorway, a smile on his face. “Well not live and breathe, but, you know. Everything okay?”

“Uh,” Raphael is suddenly overwhelmed with emotions that hadn’t been there only seconds ago. He’s not going to cry in front of Simon, though. So he just shakes his head. “Can I ask you some things?”

Simon’s smile is gone and he looks much more serious. With a nod he heads back into his room, leaving the door open for Raphael to follow at his own pace. The room almost looks like they’re in a different building. The ancient-looking wallpaper is covered up with band posters, some signed by bands who he probably met in person decades ago. He has blankets thrown around, clothes on the floor, water bottles of half-drank blood scattered around various surfaces.

He clears a space on his messy couch for Raphael, who sits stiffly beside him.

“What’s up?” Simon asks.

“I do not know how to do this.” Raphael sighs, clenching his jaw to keep his face composed. “I need to know how I can see my family. And go to church. And wear my cross.”

Simon blinks. “Very ambitious. When I was turned, I stayed in bed for three days.”

“I’m not like that.” Raphael says shortly. He wants answers, not personal anecdotes and caring advice.

“Listen, I’m going to be honest. For a while, life is going to be terrible. You won’t be able to see your family, you won’t be able to go to church, and you’ll probably hate…everything. Everyone does, at first.”

“I don’t want to feel sorry for myself, I want to figure out a way around it.” Raphael insists, immensely frustrated. He doesn’t care how everyone else reacts to it. He is not everyone else, and getting back to normal as soon as possible is all he wants.

Simon puts a hand on Raphael’s shoulder. “There are ways around it, but they take time. Just to say God took me months, and it’s a painful process. I only recently learned how to walk on consecrated ground.”

Raphael shrugs Simon’s hand off. “Well maybe I’m better than you at it.”

Simon’s lips press together and he’s clearly attempting to swallow a laugh. “Yeah, maybe. Go ahead and say it, if you think it’s so easy.”

Raphael doesn’t hesitate. He forces the word out of his mouth, but the only noise that comes out is a choked cough. He’s alarmed to taste a pooling of blood in his mouth and suddenly Simon’s shoving a cup under his chin. Without thinking, Raphael spits and watches in horror as his blood fills the bottom of the cup.

“Oh my–” He’s about to finish the sentence with the very word that just scorched his throat, but he stops himself. When he looks back up, there’s nothing taunting in Simon’s eyes. He looks sad.

“See?” He says softly. “It’s not what you think.”

Raphael never cries in front of people, but he’s never been a vampire before so he’s allowing himself to make an exception. His life is centered around family and faith. Now both of those are gone for who knows how long, and Magnus is off with a handsome black-haired demon killer and Simon is looking at him with so much pity in his eyes that it’s physically painful.

“I know it’s horrible.” Simon says. “But things get better. I can enter my synagogue again, and there are ways to see your family. How do you think your family will react to this?”

“My mama will accept it.” Raphael immediately says, because he knows it’s true. Guadalupe Santiago would never turn away one of her sons, alive or dead. “But I don’t know if I can–control myself–”

“I know.” Simon cuts off his rising panic. “I can bring them food and money and whatever they need until you feel safe around them. Just tell me where to leave it and I’ll get it done. And we can practice with your faith, together. Whenever you’re ready.”

Raphael wipes at his eyes and looks up. “Aren’t you too busy?”

Simon shakes his head, a determined glint in his brown eyes. “You’re family now. I’m going to do everything I can.”

“Why?”

“Because you seem like a good person.” Simon answers with a broad grin, which makes the pain in Raphael’s heart ease a bit. “And I think you’d do the same for me.”

CR episode 97 spoilers

alright tary’s dad is a dick.

he spends 5000 gold to kidnap his son (horrible budgeting by the way, dumbass is completely broke and spends 5000 on a mercenaries when he probably could’ve sent a courier with a letter asking him to come back for five? he’s either lying about everything or horrible with money) then when his son arrives he talks a big game about how he was so worried and always cared and did everything because he loved his family. that’s bullshit. he doesn’t give any shits about Tary he only was worried because if tary was dead then the marriage would be off and he’d lose all his wealth which is all he cares about.

i say that tary should just leave and never look back. let them try to survive on the streets it’s what they deserve. honestly though they are probably lying and won’t actually allow tary to leave without a fight. but whatever happens he shouldn’t help them out of this when they treat him so horribly like he’s not even a person, thinking they have to physically kidnap him to bring him home as their first attempt to do so.

if vox machina wants to do the nice thing they could offer the daringtons a new home in whitestone where they can start over but personally i don’t think i would want people like them poisoning the city. treat them like the trickfoots and throw them a sack of gold and say good luck never talk to me again

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Request: Request: Could you do one where the reader is saved by Cas and brought to the bunker. Then when tfw begin explaining all the supetnatural she gets like a flashback and it turns out shes an angel who fell then she and cas fall in love. Sorry its a lot

Request: Can you write a fic about Castiel cast down on earth to capture a demon but was injured during the fight. The demon take the reader as hostage btw. The reader was grateful for him to save her but soon found out Castiel is an angel and was his soulmate. Sorry for my poor English.

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Little Fairy Tale [8/10]

Part 1 >> Part 2 >> Part 3 >> Part 4 >> Part 5

Part 6 >> Part 7 >> Part 8 >> Part 9 >> Part 10

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Arthur wasn’t sleeping.

Alfred was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to know about it, but he wasn’t. The omega, whenever asked, would smile a little, nod, and claim he’d just woken up from a nap, but it was a lie. And Alfred knew it was a lie because he’d pretty much caught him, having dozed off himself in his mate’s hospital room in the side chair, arms folded on the edge of the bed and head resting atop them. Arthur had spent a good deal of time just running his fingers through his hair, which had been soothing, definitely, but a little worrying when he snapped away and the omega claimed to have only been doing it for a minute or so.

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OK, before I vent some more. Let’s talk about some scenes that J2 nailed. Sam and Dean’s awkwardness around Mary is adorable. I love how Dean Fucking Winchester tried to tell his Mom to stay home with so much hesitance and she told him ‘No’ so nicely with a 'good talk’ and how embarrassed Sam was to be Dean’s brother when Dean was inhaling pie and just how big, awkward and vulnerable he was in the last scene with Mary. I love how he let Mary get on her toes to hug him and how he different it is from when he makes himself smaller and folds himself whenever he hugs Dean. Its adorable.
I love how Dean and Sam can actually tell their Mom confidently that look, we realized we only had each other and see, this is my family, my family hunts.

And I love the extremely short - blink and you miss Sam and Dean scenes. When Sam is curling his lip and telling the Bitch to go screw herself and all his bravado of 2 days disappear the moment dean appears and his voice is so small when he says 'Dean’.
And how broken and scared Sam looks when she threatens to do everything to Dean that she did to Sam.
And the bitch tortured Dean in front of Sam. And Sam looked so scared, his lips were shaking with the emotions and fear - For DEAN. Let me repeat how Sam did his best to be brave and sassy in the face of his own torture but when its Dean standing there, blood on his face - and looking actually scared himself of the psycho bitch after whatever she did to him - Sam is terrified. And Dean, he looked so done like he was about to pass out and said he feels dead but he still made sure to actually smile at Sam. The moment before Mary entered was so tense - the bitch about to do something horrible to Dean in front of Sam and Sam was yanking on his chains by then.
Tense fucking moment. it was good. J2 were fabulous. Now only if the other storyline wasn’t more important man. A hug would have been beautiful and perfect. You know how magical J2 would have made that.

His girlfriend hates you

A/n: From my wattpad and I was too lazy to spellcheck/edit xD

ORIGINAL PREFERENCE GIVE CREDIT IF USED NO HATE, WELL I’M NOT A HAYLOR SHIPPER BUT STILL NO HATE: 

Harry (age 7) You and Harry are inseparable. together at all times. You were the Baby of the house and you were Harry’s little girl. You were more his daughter than sister he even named you Savannah Marie he thought it suit you.  

You were at home coloring Harry walked in with a girl, not just any girl Taylor swift you loved her. “Harry!!” You yelled running to him “Yes, yes, Hi babes. Can we play later? me and Taylor are going to hang Kay? Kay” Then left he just left he never dismissed you before.  

You hadnt’t seen him in weeks. And he was leaving for tour soon you only wanted to see him for a little while.“Harry” You knocked on his door he didn’t answer he never ignored you ever “Harry” you said again. “Yes baby girl?” He groaned opening the door. “Your leaving soon, I miss you A-” you were cut off by his phone ringing he left you with Taylor. 

“Look he’s mine” she snapped at you “You’re stupid, you’re ugly and you’re worthless. Plus your a kid who would want you?” Then Harry came in and kicked you out not even listening to what you had to say. You slept in there you never slept in your room, you were afraid the monsters would come. Plus you needed cuddles you slept with Harry always. At bedtime you knocked on his door “No” he yelled “Sleep in your bed” your lip began to quiver when you saw Taylor “I hate you!” You yelled. Tealization came over him, he realized just made his little sister cry, His baby girl.“That’s not nice Savannah” Harry whispered “Ooooooh yeah? Neither are you!” Being the little dramatic Seven year old you are you ripped off the exact airplane necklace he gave you off and threw it. An hour later you were asleep in your bed the first time in years you felt yourself being picked up by someone. You opened up you’re eyes and saw Harry. “Go away” you muttered half asleep. “Shhhhhh Babes” He carried you to his bed and laid you down “Did the mean lady leave?” You yawned. “Yes princess, Mummy heard what she said to you and told me. I’m so sorry” he explained. “It’s Otay” you yawned and cuddled up to him. You started to fall asleep when but awoke when you found yourself being moved. Taylor was back. You jumped out of her arms and in to Harry’s. “What’s wrong Savannah? And Taylor I thought I kicked you out” Harry snapped looking at her. “I didn’t say it!” She lied “I told you! She told me you didn’t really like me and said I was a whore” she fake cried. Harry shook his head and cradled you in his arms. “Get out” he said. “Ugh!” She yelled and walked out. When she walked out she was singing “I’m gonna write a song about you!”

Louis (age 14) You and Louis weren’t brother and sister you were Best friends, Partners in crime. You guys got in much trouble together when you were around eachother. He didn’t care neither did you, You still had fun. You loved your brother alot and you knew he loved you too. But sometimes he just doesn’t show it.  

Recently, he got a new girlfriend. Eleanor. She’s a lovely girl when Louis around. But when he isn’t she’s a bitch. “Samantha come paint my toe nails” Eleanor tried. Louis wanted you to bond he forced you to stay the night at her house. Twelve more hours at her house a “sleepover”. Its more of a party. Her friends are here, drinking, smoking, everything. Drunk guys are everywhere trying to flirt with you, trying to kiss you everything. 

You locked yourself in the bathroom the rest of the night deciding it was safer in there.

Morning:

You heard a laugh. Louis and Eleanor’s. “How did you get in the bathroom silly” Eleanor asked with a fake laugh. “Barbie” You muttered going into Louis car “Have fun?” Louis asked trying to start up conversation. You almost said ‘no’ but realized how much she meant to him, You couldn’t tell him. “Hey Sammy” he said. “Yes Lou?” You said looking at him. “Why do you smell like smoke?” He said seriously. My eyes widened as I looked out of the window. “Sammy, please, did you smoke anything?” He whispered. You shook you’re head no “Then why do you smell like smoke?”. 

You teared up and looked at him. “Baby? Why are you crying?” He asked wiping you’re tears, “El” you whispered.

*HIS POV* “What about El?” I said stroking her hair. “The sleepover thing or whatever” I looked at her. “Tell me” I looked her dead in her eyes as she explained. “That’s horrible” I whispered hugging her. “I’m so sorry” I said pulling out my phone. I called Eleanor and broke up with her.

Niall (age 2) “Who’s my Favorite girl?!” Niall cooed tickling you’re stomach. “Me Ni-Ni me!!” You squealed. He laughed and handed you to his girlfriend, Amy. “I’m going to the bathroom, don’t drop her” he said remembering how she “Accidentally” dropped you on the floor last week. “It was an accident!” She yelled. “Alright, calm down” He said walking to the bathroom. She threw you down in the couch and picked up his phone. “No touch! Ni-Ni mad!” You yelled trying to tell her not to touch his phone. “Shut up” she snapped and tried unlocking his phone. “No!” You said and took the phone from her. “You bitch!” She gasped and took the phone. She threw it across the room you’re blue eyes widened when you saw it has broken. “What happened to my phone?!” Niall yelled as he walked out of the bathroom. “Alicia threw it when I tried to take it from her” Amy said. “Ni! She lie she throw it!” You tried. Next thing you know Niall picked you up and spanked you. You sobbed and ran away once he put you down. “Oh, my god” he whispered as you ran to your mum. “Did I just hit Alicia?”

 -Sherie xx

Closed RP - Vampire

To think that among supernatural creatures there was still some belief that some things were not real was laughable. But, it was true. There were things conjured by human imaginations that were so fantastical…they couldn’t have been real! 

Vampires were one of them.

Yes there were youkai who fed off blood exclusively. There were even bat youkai that could vanish into thin air. However Vampires in the definition of a dead creature who needed blood to continue its comfortable existence while infecting others with a bite was…simply not known in these parts. So that left only one explanation. 

“Damn Foreigners…." 

Growling under his breath he stared at his reflection while kneeling beside a pool of water and eyed the wound in his neck. It wasn’t a simple bite, the entire left side had been torn in such a way that he could swear the artery was visible. However if that were indeed the case he would be dead from blood loss. 

The wound did not bleed however. Nor did it heal, as it had been two days since his encounter with the monster and it still looked as open as the day he received it. That was the least of his issues. During the day he felt horribly ill, food and rest did nothing to quell the fever that left him covered with sweat and aching all over. Whatever this was that afflicted him, his own demonic power was was in a full scale war with it. 

Such a predicament. To think he’d only been out on his own for a year now. Tasting the freedom of the wide open world while being out from under his parents wings. At nineteen summers of age, he was obviously foolish enough to think he was invincible. So what did he do? Rush into a cave chasing another youkai.

Rushed head long into it. Assuming that it was that demons den. Assuming that nothing else was in there. Assuming that whatever was in there couldn’t blind side him and make a bloody meal out of his foolish carcass. 

Heaving a little sigh, then flinching a little when he heard air escaping through the hole in his neck, the young youkai rose back to his feet. The taste of humility still fresh on his lips along with the bile he’d purged in the bushes behind him. Doing his upset stomach no favors, though it did not stop him as he resumed his travels once more. Seeing no other choice in his situation, as he gazed through the forest he caught the first glimpse of his destination. 

He was going back home. 

( haisai-haitai )

thesonofhypnos  asked:

(part one of ask) umm, sorry if im wrong about this but i have a thought. i always assumed that mystery was the one that possessed arthur. he appeared behind arthur in the shadows in ghost when his arm turned green, and maybe him ripping it off was him covering up his tracks, like, WOW THAT WAS SCARY HAHA BUT HEY I SAVED YOU FROM THAT ARM. and not only that, but the arm got away, and it was afraid of treelady in freakout. since mystery knows who she is, and is afraid of her, one could...

(part 2 of ask) could assume that things created from him would be afraid of her too. and maybe that hallucination that arthur had was a latent fear of mystery, and when vivi wakes up he has an innocent “idk” look on his face, then kind you have when you DO KNOW. plus, kitsunes are sometimes associated with chaos and trickery, and you could assume that he is tormenting these people for the fun of it, plus whenever his “true form” is referenced its always scary lighting glowing eyes and broken mirrors. the gang doesnt know he’s bad, and he is prt of the group. as to why treelady is tracking him, idk, even though he MIGHT be bad, you can still have other bad people come after you. or, major plot twist, mystery turns out to actually be the bad guy and treelady is a good guy tracking him down. but again this is all on assumption and speculation so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hmm!  Interesting theory.  I hate to do it, though–I’m gonna poke a few holes in it.

Number one: the use of color as a theme in MSA is a huge factor.  If something is associated with a character, is is always that character’s color.

Mystery is red.  Whatever possessed Arthur is green.  Those are two very different colors.

In addition, check this out:

These are the official profiles for both Mystery and whatever the fuck possessed Arthur.  They are separate and unrelated.  There wouldn’t be two profiles for one character, as evidenced by the fact that both Living and Dead Lewis are combined into one profile:

Moving on!

In the beginning of the video, we see this.  This shows us that Arthur’s arm is still possessed by whatever took control of it.  It’s highly unlikely that Mystery is in two places at once–this is a separate creature.

That said, I think you’re very correct that Arthur is afraid of Mystery’s true form as a fox.  After all, Mystery did tear his arm off, which, no matter the reason, has to be horribly traumatic.  I think it’s also likely that, given the fact that Arthur is still looking for Lewis (and doesn’t realize that the angry pink ghost IS Lewis), Arthur’s memory of the events in the cave are spotty at best.  He may not know that Lewis is dead, and h may not completely remember getting possessed–he may only know that a giant fox with six tails tore off his arm.

That sequence where he thinks he sees fox Mystery in the car is a direct parallel to what happened in the cave–the robotic arm is sparking, suggesting that Arthur is remembering how it felt to have his possessed and out of his control, and he’s clutching it in a similar way to how he was in Ghost.  And seeing fox Mystery looming over him… it’s like it’s a relapse into the memory of the moment his arm was torn off.  THAT’S why he’s afraid of fox Mystery.

Mystery is definitely a trickster (this was even confirmed in a livestream Ben held ages ago), but I don’t think he’s at all malicious.  If anything, I’d say he’s demonstrated how much he’s trying to help out the Skulls.

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“I’d like to think they weren’t horribly murdered.” Yun’s voice was a bit muffled thanks to her protective mask, but on the upside the smell of dead bodies wasn’t as strong.

She walked around the sides of the rotting pews, carefully looking for a trap or anything. “Dunno. Someone with enough of their mind grounded into reality to plan though. Think the bodies were dug up? Or whoever killed just to get this ‘sermon’?” Not gonna lie, it freaked her out. She dealt with people who did crime for profit. Not…whatever this was.

“…Think we can find ‘em?”

McCree kept his deliberate pace down the center aisle. He stopped halfway down and glanced at the nearest body. The decay on it was so great it was nearly impossible to determine if it were man or woman. It just leered up at the cowboy with its rictus grin as its head lolled to the side.

“Bit’a both,” he said. “There’s a mix’a bodies. Some are long gone.” He moved forward again, towards a woman with long black hair. Her body was dusted with soil. “This one’s been dead fer less time but long enough t’have been buried.” He brushed some of the earth off her pale cheeks with his prosthetic hand before his eyes shifted to the corpse next to her.

“This’n though is freshly dead.” The body belonged to a teenage boy. Dried blood still caked his neck and chest where it had spilled from the gash cut in his throat. He still wore the clothes he’d been killed in. “Ain’t see a rhyme er reason te this yet.”

McCree turned his head to look at the empty pulpit. “But it ain’t finished. Ev’ry congregation needs a preacher.”