turned himself into a demon in order to kill a demon

anonymous asked:

can you make a checklist on how to get into the gorillaz?? It seems like there is a lot out there and its hard to follow when i'm getting into it late.. thank you!!

Sure!!! I personally got into them by watching their G-bitez and music videos and it all kinda spiraled from there.

The band itself was made by Damon Albarn (Lead singer of Blur, does vocals and writes lyrics for Gorillaz) and Jamie Hewlett (Co-creator of the comic book “Tank Girl”, draws and animates for Gorillaz) after they were both watching MTV and they were like “hey music today sucks you know what’d be cool?? if we made an animated band” “cool we could call it ‘gorilla’ because we were both born on the year of the monkey!!!” sadly animal planet had already copyrighted “gorilla” so they just added a z to the end of it to make it cooler.

Here’s a playlist of all of their music videos/unfinished storyboards i put together (they’re all in order according to the storyline, but keep in mind that “do ya thing” isn’t canon): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLupIZC02E6mRz_uqFp8BiLuEZ3-ZUjJZB

Here’s a list of all of their interviews I’ve been able to find (You can learn a lot about the characters from these babies): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLupIZC02E6mT1RKRtEIu2RA4AraQnGnqu

Aaand here’s a list of all of their songs (there’s a bunch). Every one of them sorted from oldest to newest, every song after “We’ve got the power” is either a demo, rare or unreleased: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLupIZC02E6mTeUgeN3TVDF1kUgM11wlFI

Something to know about Gorillaz is that they have “phases”. Phase 1 was in 2001, when they released their albums “Gorillaz”, “G-Sides” and “Laika come home”. Phase 1′s art style was cartoonish and used very thick lineart. Phase 2 was in 2005, when they released “Demon Days” and “D-sides”. Phase 2′s art style was a bit dark and looked more realistic. Phase 3 was in 2010, when they released the albums “Plastic Beach” and “The Fall” in 2011. Phase 3′s art style was almost the same as phase 2′s. Then we have Phase 4 in 2017, their new album “Humanz” is coming out April 28th. It’s art style is the one that stands out the most to me, you can find most of the art on Jamie Hewlett’s Instragram (Hewll)

Alright, a big part of me getting into the fandom was my love fore the characters. I’m assuming you’re not a fan yet, so let me introduce them to you (i’m going to use powerpoints to explain each member if u don’t mind):

This lovely lad here is Murdoc Faust Niccals.

- He’s the band’s leader/bassist, and he makes sure EVERYONE knows that’s it’s his band and only his.
- He went through multiple other bands before he formed Gorillaz.
- He was born on June 6th, 1966 in Stoke-on-Trent, England. As an infant he was abandoned on his father’s doorstep.
- Had a very rough childhood, his father, Sebastian Niccals, would force him to preform on stage for booze money and it was absolutely humiliating for him.
- His nose has been broken a of total 8 times. The first time was from a bully at his school, the 2nd time was from his older (and only) brother, Hannibal, because Murdoc had touched his records and the other 6 times were from Russel when he got caught “doing it” with 2D’s now ex-girlfriend in the bathroom stalls of Kong Studios
- His middle name was originally “Alphonse” but he changed it to “Faust” after making a deal with the Devil in phase 1 to make Gorillaz the “biggest band in the world”. That’s also how he got his bass, “El Diablo”.
- did i mention he was a satanist bc he is
- He hangs around in his underwear a lot (especially in phase 2)
- He likes to either get naked or start pelvic thrusting in like every video, so be careful, young anon.
- He’s very crude but sometimes he can be very nice and adorable in some interviews ??? It’s so weird
- He likes making weird noises, like, a lot.
- Apparently can speak French and Spanish
- His reason for turning green all of the sudden in phase 2 is either because of alcohol poisoning or due to him tanning himself green. Jamie himself said that it’s because he’s an immortalist and his skin is now rotting but I’m not sure how true it is.
- He had a pet raven in phase 2!!! His name was Cortez and no one really
knows what happened to him but Murdoc seemed to love that bird.
- He also had a cape in phase 2 that he loved and wore like all the time but he lost it. Poor baby.
- He was based off of a young 1960′s era Keith Richards.
- He has a tongue longer than Gene Simmons’ and I’m not even kidding. His tongue is like a foot long
- His genuine laugh can cure cancer
- He had his own MTV cribs episode
- Here’s a playlist of every interview he’s been in if you’d like to know a bit more about how he acts.
- All of this sounds horrible but like half of the fandom sees him as charming and funny and the other half sees him as repulsive and downright mean so i guess listen to some of his interviews and make your decision (i’m part of the half that loves him)

This is 2D!!

- He’s the band’s singer, sometimes he plays the piano and melodica too.
- He’s anxious and a bit timid around people. He’s not that intelligent, but he’s an absolute sweetheart to pretty much everyone. He’s … a huge dork.
- He was born on May 23rd, 1978.  He was born in Hertfordshire, England and was raised in Crawley, England. When he was 10 he fell out of a tree and landed on his head, his hair fell out and grew back blue. He’s had horrible headaches since then, but his mother was a nurse and gave pills to help him out.
- His real name is Stuart Pot
- He loves horror films!!! Especially zombie movies.
- Apparently he smells like butterscotch
- He’s VERY tall. he’s like 6′1 and his legs make up most of his body. He towers over the rest of the band.
- His voice actor is Nelson De Freitas, but Damon Albarn provides his singing voice
- The lack of his two front teeth gives him an adorable accent
- He has a crippling fear of whales
- His eyes are black due to an 8-ball fracture that Murdoc gave him before the band was made when he crashed his car into the music store 2D worked at.
- His eyes turn white when he’s stressed or scared.
- His nickname “2D” stands for “Two Dents”. He’s called that because Murdoc’s car crash also gave him two dents in his head.
- Murdoc is seen physically abusing 2D throughout phase 1-3, but there’s a very likely chance that he’s going to stop and make amends in phase 4!!!
- Here’s a playlist of interviews that he’s been in
- Everybody loves him. I love him. I don’t think it’s possible not to love him.

This is Russel Hobbs!!

- He’s the band’s drummer.  He makes remixes too!!!
- The living embodiment of “looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll”
- Quite possibly the most underrated character in the world
- He was born in Brooklyn, New York on June 3rd, 1975. He got possessed by a demon as a kid and fell into a coma for four years. After he woke up the demon got expelled tho
- When he was a teen, him and his friends were involved in a drive-by shooting. Russel was the only survivor and all of his friends possessed him, but the only one we really get to see is his closest friend, Del, he raps in Clint Eastwood and Rock the House, but we haven’t seen him since phase 1. 
- Russel misses Del very dearly, poor lad.
- After the whole shooting incident he was sent to the UK to live with his uncle.
- He’s an actual giant in phase 3 because he ate some radioactive algae 
- He loves fezzes!!!
- His hobby, besides music, is taxidermy.
- He’s the dad friend
- Here’s a playlist of interviews that he’s been in

Last but not least, this is Noodle

- She plays guitar for the band. She also sings and writes songs sometimes
- Noodle is very energetic and nice but she can also kick your ass
- She was born in Osaka, Japan on October 31st 1990
- She joined the band when she was around 10 but she’s like 26 now. I forgot to mention that the band ages with real time
- As a kid she was a part of a classified child super solider project under the management of a japanese scientist named Mr. Kyuzo. this is where she learned how to be badass. She knew professional karate at like 10 how cool is that
- All of the children in that project were deemed too unstable and dangerous, so they canceled the experiment and Mr. Kyuzo was ordered to kill all of the children (fuckin dark i know). After killing them all, Mr. Kyuzo was reluctant to kill Noodle, so instead he put her in a state of amnesia and smuggled her to the UK by shipping her to Kong Studios in a FedEx crate.
- She didn’t remember anything!!! The only english thing she was able to say to say was “noodle” and that’s where she got her name.
- She learned how to speak english and remembered her past in phase 2.
- Murdoc, 2D and Russel raised her (mostly russel tho). Noodle considers Murdoc and 2D her brothers and Russel considers her his daughter how CUTE IS THAT
- She loves Pokemon
- She had a flying windmill island in phase 2 it was incredible
- She had a cute radio helmet in phase 1 
- She also has a robot version of herself called “Cyborg Noodle” in phase 3. It’s a long story but Cyborg might be coming back for phase 4.
- The interviews that she’s in can be found here!!

The backstory is too long for me to write down, but you can find it over here! I hope i explained everything clearly- if not, or if you have any questions, feel free to send me a message!! I hope this helps you c:

His Mind Created the Perfect Metaphor

Dear BBC Sherlock community,

Ever since Sherlock series 4 came out, collectively we were like “what the HELL is this?!?! This doesn’t make any sense!” BUT after many months of tossing ideas around the fandom, we have made theories that could explain the weirdness, but nothing we can all agree on. Now, this meta here may be absolute garbage to you, but I believe, in my heart of hearts, I’ve solved it. Please read it in its entirety with an open mind before you reblog it just to tell me I suck.

Thanks in advance, you da best


Here’s the short version: Sherlock actually jumped at the end of The Reichenbach Fall, just as Doyle intended him to die. Gatiss and Moffat said they are correcting something in this adaptation that no one else has gotten right before. Many of us assumed the homosexual romance was the one thing they were changing, but we were punched in the face right after The Final Problem came out.  Gatiss and Moffat are changing the sacrifice. Holmes was intended to die for his friends but Doyle needed more money and rewrote the series after “The Final Problem”. That turned Holmes’ sacrifice into a cruel joke against Watson. This is what BBC Sherlock is fixing, and we’re about to see it come to fruition.

I know many theorists despise the homosexual reading of Holmes and Watson, while many people in general despise theorists on this site. That’s fine, I don’t care how people feel about gay theories and/or TJLC and its followers.  But I’m here to tell you TJLC, at its core as a concept, was right. You may hate Moffat and Gatiss, you may think Sherlock is a piece of shit show, and that’s fine, you do you. But hear this one meta out, please. I think even the hardest skeptic can at least apprectiate the thought and logic behind this.

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{PART 22} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You hear the great history of Vampires as you have never heard it before. But as the door into Jungkook’s world is opened wide for you - many more open in turn. Jungkook finds himself overwhelmed with anger - and that anger turns into something you least expected.

“His love and protection were both her weapon and shield. She didn’t belong or willingly surrender to anyone; anyone that was, except him.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 21} {Part 22} {Part 23}

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13x02: Dean is John

Fairy Goddabb (and team) coming at us, waving his wand and textualising that Dean is John in a season all about fathers… Forget hail Mary’s I’m giving hail Dabb’s this year.

In 13x01 we got Grieving!Dean, canonically upset and nihilistic over the loss of Cas and Mary and the others. First every time though was Cas.

In 13x02 we are now seeing the fall out from this. Namely that he is mirroring both John’s life long grief over the loss of Mary, the grief that led him to act towards Sam and Dean in a way that led them to have so many issues that they are now overcoming, and also mirroring season 1 Sam through his grief over Jess.

We have already seen Dean drop to his knees next to Cas’ body just as Sam did at Jess’ grave and Mary did over John’s body and we had the scene where Sam pulled Dean back from Cas just as Dean pulled Sam back from Jess.

I then said here that I was expecting at some point mirroring of the scene from 1x02 where Dean offers to let Sam drive to take his mind off Jess (check!) and references to Dean not sleeping (check! - the “you were hallucinating sheep” conversation) but to get them both in 02 was fantastic :)

x x  Honestly, I want to keep a checklist of these things… I am so overjoyed!

Next is 1x04′s:

Sam “I’ve gotta find Jessica’s killer, it’s the only thing I can think about”
Dean “All that anger, you can’t keep it burning over the long haul, it’s gonna kill you”.
Sam “How do you do it?”
Dean “We help others, it makes it more bearable…and killing as many sons of bitches as we can”

Perhaps next week? In 13x03? When they go out to help someone else on a “normal” MOTW hunt? Who knows, I can hope. I can’t help NOT hope given we’ve been given so much else so far on my wishlist in such timely order. 

So anyway, yes, it’s established that Dean is GRIEVING. He is a MESS. He’s also perfectly mirroring both Sam in season 1 after Jess’ death and John his whole life after Mary’s death.

I wonder what could possibly be the link here? Hm. 

Originally posted by castielsprofoundbees

*we just don’t know*

So then yes, Dean is mirroring John. THIS IS NOT TO SAY DEAN IS LIKE JOHN. You can mirror someone without being exactly LIKE them. Look at Jack mirroring all of TFW. It’s just a way to expose a storyline and emotional motivations for someone’s actions. OK? I am not saying that Dean is John. It’s just a link to the story of the past to show the story of now and how parts are mirrored to be ADDRESSED and SUBVERTED.

This then makes total sense when we look at Dean’s interactions with Jack. Yes he is harsh and struggling with him right now, the cause of Cas’ death, the potential big bad, because he’s grieving and a mess. Just as John was. 


There is going to be so much symbolism around John in this season and frankly seeing Dean mirroring him makes me so HYPED because this means we really should see some amazing exposition of Dean’s feelings towards John and himself in relation to John and I cannot help but hope for CLOSURE on this now. 

Then we have Jack who is a huge mirror for Sam. Sam who was the reason Mary died, though of course it not through his own fault. Mirror wise, Dean is John and Cas is Mary, Jack is Sam. 

Original story: John/Mary - Sam.
Season 13: Dean/Cas - Jack.

Still with me? OK.

So now we need to see this subverted. The ORIGINAL STORY.

Where Dean and Sam’s lives were ruined and turned upside down by all this, by the yellow eyed demon and Lucifer’s plan, by Heaven’s orders. 

The terrible original story of how everything started seems now to be mirrored and subverted into a (potential) end (but at least a later story) where everything is ‘fixed’. 

In the original story everyone was manipulated. Mary and John were manipulated into falling in love (versus Dean and Cas who fell in love DESPITE Heaven and everything against them). Sam and Dean were fated to be the vessels of Michael and Lucifer but they chose free will.

Everyone tried to manipulate Sam and Dean down a certain path. Their whole lives were a manipulation up to the point they chose Free Will. 

Now JACK has to choose FREE WILL thanks to their guidance and help. Through mirroring them and their story and through them helping him choose the righteous and free path.

Originally posted by godshipsit

He has to be the catalyst and mirror to subvert this story, to allow the metaphorical John and Mary (Dean and Cas) to LIVE and have a happy ending. For the metaphorical Sam (himself) to NOT grow up into the demon blood arc, and for the real Sam to move past this, accept the past and move onto a brighter future, to let go of his guilt over it by helping Jack past this too. For Jack to do just as Sam did do in the end in season 5 and fight back thanks to support from his family.

Jack’s story is a chance to subvert all the horrors of the start of the story for Dean and Sam, but first their story has to be mirrored for this to work.

This is what we are seeing happening. This is the set up.


Damian ‘cockblock’ Wayne - Jason Todd x Reader

Anon - Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where Damian keeps cockblocking Jason and the reader (he sees the reader as an older sister/mother type of figure)


Summary - Sexually frustrated Jaybird seems to not be able to catch a break.

Warnings - swearing, make outs, reference to sex.

“God I want to kill Grayson…” Jason grumbled as he climbed through your apartment window, normally he would visit you during the day and take you out, but most recently he had been appearing in your apartment at ungodly hours of the night after patrol; he came over either just needing to feel you next to him as he slept, or just needing to feel you writhing beneath him, moaning his name as he showed you how much he loved you – he had been away for a couple weeks, patrol had practically taken over his life and all he was thinking about through those gruelling weeks was you, and how much he missed you and needed you.

“Baby? You better be ready to stay awake all night long…” He smirked to himself as he made his way to your bedroom, kicking off his shoes and throwing his leather jacket away in a random direction before swinging your bedroom door open. “Jay?” You whispered, eyes widening as you sat up and stared at him as he started pulling off his armour. “You have no idea how much I need you right now, if you thought you were sore the day after my birthday, god babe you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.” He bit his lip, taking off the rest of the remaining clothing on his body, leaving him all bare before you. “Jay shut up!” you squeal, you did love his spontaneity but this was definitely NOT the time. “You won’t be saying that in a couple minutes…” He smirked, striding towards you and ripping the duvet from your body and revealing you and a certain someone else.

“What the-?! Why the fuck is demon spawn here?” He backed away, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on like the flash as he stared at little Damian, snuggling his face into Jason’s own pillow as he slept soundly. “Dami has been keeping me company since you’ve been gone!” You whisper-shouted, getting out of bed and pushing Jason out of the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

“I thought you weren’t back till morning?” you spoke “I couldn’t wait…” He spoke low, eyes darker than night as he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist and turning you so you were now against the wall; he crashed his lips onto yours impatiently, not wanting to answer any more of your questions. “Jay-mhpf” You tried to speak, but Jason clearly wasn’t having it as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, your tongues now fighting for dominance as he slid his hands into your shorts as he began groping your arse, taking you to the lounge area and throwing you against the couch.

You laid there breathless as Jason went back to his original position between your legs, kissing your neck and sucking onto your sweet spot beneath your ear as he grinded into you, Jason Jr clearly happy to see you; if Damian wasn’t asleep in your bed right now you would gladly go all the way to welcome Jaybird back home, but, he was.

“Jay- Damian might wake-“ “I don’t care let me show you how much I love you..” Jason purred, tugging at your shorts as he kissed your hips. “Y/N?” A voice echoed in the hallway “Damian!” You gasped, pushing Jason off of you and turning to look at Damian. “Fucking cockblock…” Jason groaned as he continued to lay on the ground where he landed, earning a side glare from you. “You’re insufferable.” Damian rolled his eyes at Jason and then turned back to you “I thought you had been kidnapped, last time I saw you, you were in bed with me so I was concerned. Anywho, continue whatever you were doing I’m going to get some water.” Damian spoke, nodding towards Jason before returning into the shadows and back to your bedroom.

“Now where were we…” “No Jay!” you giggled, pecking his lips before getting up on your feet. “What? He said continue!” He whined, pouting his lips out at you; god you wish you got that as a picture, because if you told anyone the mighty Red Hood pouted his lips out at you to get what he wanted, well, he would indefinitely deny and no one would believe you anyway. You shook your head, smiling to yourself “Oral?” he pleaded, watching your magnificent behind walk away from him as you rolled your eyes “five minutes in the shower?” He raised his voice “good night Jay!” you chuckled “Jerk me off?!” he shouted out, he really needed you right now, soon after he heard your bedroom door slam shut. “God I hate you demon spawn…” He groaned, collapsing onto the couch.

He glanced down to his crotch, sighing, he was literally throbbing; “what am I going to do with you now?”

The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air, Jason nose twitched, waking up on the couch in the same position that he fell asleep, a mug of hot chocolate sat beside him. “Y/N?” He called out, stretching out his body and sitting up, rubbing his eyes and running his fingers through his dark hair before glancing to the kitchen, expecting to see you in one of his shirts… and ONLY one of his shirts… bending over the island in the centre in order to get something, your ass practically inviting him to come in.

Although, much to his dismay, he looked over only to see Damian sat the island eating, and you, fully clothed.

He sighed, standing up, earning a few cracking sounds from his back before groggily making his way towards you.  “Todd.” “Cock block.” They nod to each other, as Jason made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist he smiles “good morning” you giggle, leaning back into his warmth as he hugged you from behind, he began to kiss the spot beneath your ear making you bite your lip.

“AHEM” Damian spoke up, making Jason groan against your skin, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Why is he still here?” He whines “Because he wanted to spend some time with me! You’re lucky he didn’t wake up when you were all lusty last night.” You chuckled “It’s not my fault that I wanted my girlfriend after weeks and weeks apart. I have no idea how people can wait till marriage.” he smirks, resting his hands on your waist and turning you around to face him, he tucks a stray hair behind your ear as he looks down at you lovingly, leaning his head down towards your lips. Just as he was only mere centimetres away from those lips he has wanted to taste for weeks,  Damian’s head pops up next to the two of you and his hair brushed against your cheek.

“I know you two are a couple but I care more for my hunger rather than that so Y/N may I have 2 more slices of toast?” He asks “Help yourself.” You smile, ruffling his hair before turning back to face your beloved boyfriend “GO HOME DEMON SPAWN.” He growls, earning a glare from you as you slapped your hand on his very broad chest “Jason!” you gasp “oh come on! my balls are almost as blue as Dick’s nightwing suit” he complained, hands gripping a bit tighter onto your waist.

“Todd could you refer to your genitalia more subtly, I’m trying to eat my breakfast” Damian sneers, biting into a piece of toast. “BEAT IT DEMON” “Maybe that’s what you should be doing” “DAMIAN!” you gasped, surely something like that shouldn’t come out of the mouth of someone his age. “What? It would make him less of a challenge to be around” “Dami! Go get ready I’ll take you out for ice cream!” you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, you did not expect Damian to say anything of that sort out loud, let alone think of it. “Tt” he rolled his eyes, retreating back to your room to most likely get a shower.

Once the coast was clear, your attention was now all on Jason.

“Couch. You have until you hear the shower stop to do what you want, I don’t care whether if you’ve came or not, when the shower stops, we stop.” You smirk “Ooo I love it when you take control sometimes” Jason winks, slapping your behind before dragging you to the couch.

“Y/N your shower seems to need fixing so I took it upon myself to call a – TODD WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING TO Y/N”

Not my best of works I must admit but I hope you enjoyed and if you would like to request just message me! 


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what I found in you | 01

Originally posted by jkguks

jungkook x reader slight angst, smut

12,820 words

a/n: remember that time i posted a long list of fic ideas n stuff i was writing and this wasn’t on it? oops! this was originally gonna be a oneshot but things got way out of hand so, please forgive me for taking two months to write a 12K part one, i know i’m garbage. the next part will have a lot more angst so prepare yourselves, and once again thx @mysoftae this would never have come to fruition without you ;(

~ in which your ridiculously hot, annoying brat of a roommate keeps you up at all hours of the night, takes up all your space, is essentially trying to ruin your life, and is intent on sticking his dick in you

     You had always liked living alone.

     There were no one’s dishes to wash but your own, you could play your music as loud as you wanted, the only person you had to worry about your cat liking was yourself, nobody could complain about what spices you stunk up the place with, and most importantly, you never had to wear pants.

     You would have been content to live alone for the rest of your sad, lonely life enjoying nothing but those small pleasures.

     Then one day there was Jeon Jungkook, on his knees, hands clasped beneath his chin, looking up at you with those wide, glittering brown eyes of his. Maybe you would have said no if he hadn’t been blocking you up against the door to the library, if there hadn’t been a line of people building up behind him complaining about the two of you being in their way, if he actually would have moved when you grabbed his shoulder and tried to shove him to the side with all of your strength. That kid had been working out a little too much.

     Also, he was begging. That might have had something to do with it.

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Dark Lovers [4]

An Au Series

Character Pairing: AU!Demon King Steve Rogers x AU!Demon Bucky Barnes x AU!Angel Female Reader

Word Count: 2,975

Warnings: 18+, mentions of torture and violence, nothing major though. Language and King of Hell Wrath.

A/N: As always, @apolla62200, this wouldn’t be possible without you!

One - Two - Three

“You don’t mean that.”

Bucky stood tall, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes had turned black and his wings were spread behind him.

You wanted to smile through your hurt. Bucky didn’t hide his emotions well.

“I do though,” you whispered. “So much has happened in the weeks I have been gone. I fear that I have only made it worse for myself.”

His jaw clenched so hard that you could hear his teeth grind together. His wings relaxed against his back, but his stance was still defensive. “I sense a lot of sadness in you little one.”

You looked at the floor as tears pricked your eyes, “It doesn’t matter.”

“But it does,” Bucky said vehemently. “You were glowing with happiness when you left this chamber. Your eyes and your smile held so much light. But now, all I see is a heavy darkness.”

You shook your head with sardonic laugh, “You’re not wrong.”

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La Douleur Exquise Pt 3 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

warnings: emotionally constipated yoongi and reader but what else is new

genre: fluff, ANGST

words: 4.4K

a/n: this part was supposed to be 10K long, but I decided to cut it short and leave the other half to be in part 4 instead. sorry for the long wait!! hopefully this doesn’t seem too rushed lol

➵  part 1 // part 2 // part 3 (you’re here!) // part 4 (coming soon!)

If scientists ever discovered a way to punch the sun, then you were sure you’d be the first one in line.

As the bright rays from the outdoors filtered into your small bedroom, you cursed past-Y/N for not having the forethought to close the blinds. You groaned tiredly, feeling the fatigue from your week of inadequate sleep still weighing heavily on your eyelids. You slowly stretched your tired limbs, your hands searching for something, or more specifically, someone.

While your twin-sized bed was usually only occupied by yourself, you distinctly remembered going to bed with a notoriously grumpy incubus the night before. But as your hands start reaching for the demon’s warmth, you were surprised to find that he wasn’t there. In fact, the sheets did not even feel remotely warm, making you assume that he had awoken maybe hours before yourself.

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PALADIN-AU season 5 parallels (PART 2)

(Part1 HERE)

When Ashi finds Aku, she’s relieved to see he isn’t in any danger, but rather silently sitting by a little tombstone with the name “Kuni” carved on its side.

Though he can’t bear to look at his daughter now, he feels he owes her an explanation;

He used to have a child he looked after as if she were his own, but it was unwise to open his heart to a mortal creature; for it was only a matter of time before his foe used that to his advantage and hurt him through her.

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TFC-NET’S 2017 Spooky Creation Event: .
↳ So this is rlly way too long for a bullet fic and I’m sorry but I barely remember writing this and I’m too tired to split it up appropriately so here u go (tw violence, torture, and abuse mentions) 

  • Neil’s primary concern, something drilled into him by his mother, was always to stay alive
  • He was never scared of Riko, Riko couldn’t kill him. Riko didn’t know how.
  • He was scared of what Riko knew, how to contact the people who could
  • Riko pins him against the wall after the interview and sees Neil’s real eyes flash from beneath the contacts
  • Riko’s eyes widen before narrowing and pressing harder on his throat. No matter what he does, it won’t kill Neil.
  • He stops breathing for too long before Riko releases him, bright blue eyes still baring themselves to the human who dared try to hurt him
  • Kevin figured it out on the bus back from the winter banquet
  • “You’re one of them.” A fact, followed by a nod from Neil and a string of curses from Kevin 

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Did you multiply? (Dean X Sister!Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester X Sister!Reader

Universe: Supernatural

Warnings: Killing, injuries, mild swearing

Request: Perhaps a brother Dean x sister reader imagine? Where she really admires him and dresses like him, with leather jackets and works out in order to become a good hunter. Dean taking her under his wing and taking her seriously perhaps with an astonished Crowley “Wait have you multiplied?”.

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

You may have only been the half-sister of Sam and Dean, but you had that face. You had their expressions, their attitude, everything. When they found out you were their little sister, they were worried you’d be like Adam, only to find out when they met you, that you were a little them, and by little, I mean it. You were pretty young when your brothers showed up into your life.

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How the Zodiac Signs got their Symbols

Athamas, a king in the land of Croneus, had a son named Phrixus and a daughter named Helle by his first wife. Her name was Nephele. He eventually grew tired of Nephele and sent her away. He then married Ino, the daughter of Cadmus who was the King of Thebes. Over time, Ino grew jealous of Nephele’s children. She wanted the kingdom for her own sons and decided to use treachery and deceit to get it. Nephele was fearful for her children’s safety, and sent a protector into the castle walls to watch over them. The protector was a Ram with a fleece made of gold that was given to her as a present from Zeus. The Ram has always been loyal to Nephele ever since. When the day of sacrifice came, the ram spoke to Phrixus and Helle, told them to climb on his back and to make sure they held on tight. Once they did, the ram sprang into the air and flew across the sea. Helle, who is much weaker than her brother Phrixus, fell off the ram’s back and into the ocean where she plunged to her death. The place she fell is called Hellesponte. Phrixus survived and ended up marrying into the royal family of Colchis, thus maintaining his noble status. In thanks to Zeus, Phrixus sacrificed the golden ram that had carried out the god’s wishes on Earth. Phrixus hung the ram’s fleece in a special spot in Colchis, where it would be the theme of legends to come. Zeus hung the ram’s likeness in the sky to commemorate its bravery, and it shines there to this very day.

Zeus was a lover of women, both mortal and immortal but it was sometimes hard to escape to be with other women being under the watchful eye of his wife Hera. He also was unable to appear in his true form, as he would strike too much fear into the hearts of mortal men and women. One of Zeus’s methods was to change himself into an animal, which allowed him to escape from Hera and get close to the woman of his choice. One day, a maiden named Europa caught Zeus’s eye as she was out playing with a group of girls by the seashore. Knowing that she and her friends would be terrified if a strange man or god approached them, he changed himself into a beautiful white bull. Once she was comfortable with the bull, she started to play with it. They got farther and farther away from her friends. Zeus laid down, and Europa climbed on his back. Then he plunged into the sea and swam away with Europa clinging to his back. Zeus took her to the island of Crete, where he changed back to his true form. He took Europa as his lover, and she bore him three sons. Zeus hung the image of the bull in the heavens, where it represents love, strength and beauty.

Gemini represents two heroic twin brothers named Castor and Pollux. Their mother, Leda, was one of Zeus’ many love affairs. Castor and Pollux were legendary adventurers and fighters. They were members of the Argonauts, the group of brave young men who set off with Jason to find the Golden Fleece (Aries story). The two brothers are also known for their constant rivalry with Theseus of Athens. Theseus, in fact, kidnapped their sister Helen one day and locked her up in Athens. When Theseus was away, Castor and Pollux stormed the city and took Helen back. The twins died fighting while they were still relatively young. Castor was killed in a struggle with the Leucippidae. Zeus saw the struggle and the death from his place in the heavens. The twins were among his favorite mortals, and Zeus did not want to see them both go to Hades, so he hurled a thunderbolt at the Leucippidae and killed them. Then he took Pollux up to the heavens. Pollux did not want to be immortal while his brother was still in Hades so Zeus brought Castor up in the heavens with Pollux, where they were reunited and remained together forever.

This crab was the first symbol of the Zodiac to be placed in the heavens by an immortal other than Zeus. It was actually sent by his wife, Hera, to plague the Greek hero Heracles (Hercules), who she hated very much. Hera hated Heracles because he was the product of Zeus’s many affairs. The crab was not a particularly kind creature while on Earth. It was originally called Carcinus, which is Greek for ‘crayfish’. It dwelled underwater, and was huge and rather malevolent. Heracles was in the middle of the Twelve Labors, which was his punishment for crimes committed as a young man. In a fit of madness, which was actually placed on him by Hera, he killed his wife and young sons. The gods decided that even though he wasn’t fully responsible for the crime, he would need to spend many years atoning for his sins. They put him in the service of his brother, Eurystheus, who ordered him to do one thing after another, all of which seemed impossible. Heracles was no ordinary man, and in the course of his labors he gained glory and won over most of the Olympians. Hera, however, remained implacable in her hatred. At the time when Hera sent the giant crab to attack Heracles, he was fighting a much more terrible monster, the Lernean Hydra. Hera thought that Heracles would be too busy fighting the Hydra to pay attention to the giant crab, or that if the crab distracted him, the Hydra would have an opportunity to finish him. Unfortunately for the crab and Hydra, Hera was mistaken. Heracles killed Carcinus easily, then turned his attention back to the Hydra. Hera, who had watched the incident, did not forget the animal that had died at her command. She placed it in the heavens to show that she was grateful for its efforts.

♌ LEO:
Leo is represented by a mythical monster fought by Heracles during his Twelve Labors. This monster was the Nemean Lion. The valley of Nemea had been terrorized by the beast, which was thought to be impossible to kill. The was actually Heracles’s First Labor. He had to find the lion in its mountain lair and destroy it before it could completely wipe out the Nemean countryside. Once he had killed the lion, his brother and taskmaster Eurystheus wanted him to bring its hide back to the city as proof that he had actually accomplished the task. Once he found the lion, he tried to kill it right away. First with his arrows, then with his giant sword, which were both unsuccessful. He ended up wrestling the lion, strangling it with his bare hands. Once it was dead, he skinned it using its own claws and carried it to Eurystheus. After showing his brother, who panicked and ran when he saw the lion’s remains, Heracles took the lion’s carcass away. He made a cloak out of the skin and a helmet out of the head. The spirit of the lion was placed in the sky, where it was no longer deadly, but beautiful.

This constellation is said to be the figure of a goddess. According to legend, during the Golden Age, which was under the rule of the Titans at the time, the gods and goddesses lived on Earth among men. Once the Olympian era came to be, things started to change. Zeus was a harsh and strict ruler. He saw humans as rather lowly creatures who were far beneath immortals. He thought they should be treated like animals. Prometheus, a Titan, became the protector of men and sided against Zeus. He stole fire from the Olympians and give it to humans. Zeus was pissed off and chained Prometheus to the top of the Caucasus Mountains, intending to leave him there forever. However, Zeus was not finished punishing Prometheus or the human race yet. He sent down Pandora, the first woman. Ancient Greeks believed that women were the source of all evil and discomfort. The symbolic representation of women’s corruption of humanity is Pandora’s Box, which was filled with all the demons that torture humanity, from greed to spite. After Pandora unleashed these demons, the remaining immortals on Earth quickly departed for Olympus. The last one to leave was Astraea, the daughter of Zeus and Themis. Astraea was the goddess of virtue. She went to the heavens and watches from the sky every night to see when earth will be ready for her to return.

The legend of this sign seems to originate in Egypt, where the Egyptian lord of the dead used a scale to weigh the souls of those who had died. Anubis is portrayed with the head of a jackal. He and his brother Apu-at watched over the two roads that led to the Underworld. Anubis would weigh the souls of the dead to determine their value based on what they had done on Earth. Anubis sent worthy souls to the kingdom of Osiris, the equivalent to Heaven. He could be seen as a benevolent deity but also a dark and terrible figure that you could not escape from. His attribute, the scales, was a symbol of final judgment. The Greeks allowed them to retain their place and legend in the heavens.

The Scorpion was a monster summoned at the will of the who at the time was a wrathful goddess, Artemis. She called upon the Scorpin to destroy Orion. Orion was a giant. He was more than mortal, but less than a god or goddess. He was the son of Poseidon and is often supposed to be the son of Gaia, as were all giants. Orion was strong and very beautiful, but he thought too highly of himself and forgot to show proper respect toward immortals. It is not clear what Orion did to anger Artemis. According to one version, he tried to rape one of her handmaidens. According to another, he may have tried to force himself on Artemis herself. Perhaps he simply boasted that he was a better archer than she was. Of all the goddesses, however, Artemis may have been the worst one to anger. She was the goddess of the hunt and the goddess of revenge, and she was ruthless and violent once angered. She became furious with Orion’s impudence and commanded a giant scorpion to attack him. The scorpion stung Orion and killed him. Artemis placed her servant in the heavens as a reward for doing her bidding. Because of Orion’s parentage, he could not go to Hades. He was placed in the heavens as well, where he continues to flee across the night sky, away from the poisonous scorpion.

The Archer represents one of the more heroic figures of the zodiac, Chiron, the kindest and gentlest of the Centaurs. Although many of them were stupid and violent, Chiron was known for his wisdom, caring nature and his ability to teach. He was immortal. Chiron tutored the Greek heroes Achilles and Jason and many others. He was renowned among the Greeks, although he lived by himself in a cave in the countryside. Heracles shot him with an arrow by accident. He was trying to kill the other vicious centaurs who were plaguing the countryside. He had no intention of shooting Chiron, and was extremely remorseful. Although Chiron used his medical skills on the wound, it was incurable. Heracles’ arrows were tipped with the deadly venom of the Lernean Hydra, which killed any victim it touched. But Chiron was immortal so instead of dying, he remained in terrible pain and agony. Prometheus, the Titan, managed to help Chiron. It is not clear what exchange Prometheus and Chiron made, but the Titan made Chiron mortal, and enabled him to leave the Earth and go up to the heavens.

This constellation has a mythological explanation that dates to before the Greeks. Capricorn, the Seagoat, is thought to be the image of a powerful Babylonian deity named Ea. He has the lower half of a fish and the head and torso of a goat. He lived in the ocean. He came out every day to watch over the land, and he returned to the sea every night. The Greek version of this legend does not match with the physical description of the Seagoat. Greeks thought that the starry figure was Pan, a Greek demigod. Pan had the upper half of a man, but he had the legs of a goat. He was the son of Hermes and a forest nymph. According to legend, when the nymph saw her strange baby, she shrieked in fear and ran away. Hermes, however, loved his strange son. He took him to Olympus, where the other gods and goddesses also took a liking to Pan. He became the god of shepherds and flocks, taking the responsibility from his father. He did not dwell on Olympus; he preferred to live among the shady trees in the mountains. He amused himself by playing his beloved reed pipes or by chasing nymphs through the woods.

In many ancient cultures, there was a god known as the 'Water Bearer’ or 'Water Pourer’. Water is the bringer and sustainer of all life; therefore the force that made water rain down from the heavens was among the most revered by ancient peoples. In Greek legend, Zeus was the Water Bearer. Although he was the god of many things, one of his most important roles was as the god of storms. The constellation Aquarius could have originally been representative of Zeus as the Water Bearer. Another myth, probably of more recent origin, is the myth of Deucalion, the only man to survive the Great Flood. The story of this flood is very similar to the Judeo-Christian legend of Noah’s Ark. As the story goes, during the Iron Age, humanity had become more savage than animals. Brother fought each other, fathers were killed by their own sons, and no one was safe. Both men and women were violent, bloodthirsty and had no morals. The words of the gods meant little or nothing to them, and no one would repent for their sins. Zeus, despairing for humankind, sent a great flood upon the Earth. The flood destroyed all the people in the world – with the exception of Deucalion and his wife Pyrrha. Zeus came across them while visiting Earth and too a liking to them. They lived alone and had almost no food or material goods. Despite this, they fed Zeus, gave him shelter for the night and spoke kindly to him, even though they had no idea that he was a god. They were the last godly people on Earth, so Zeus allowed them to survive the flood. After it ended, he helped them to create a new race of men, which was supposed to be stronger and better. Deucalion is known as the 'Water Bearer’ because he not only lived through the flood, but he helped to bring life to a new generation.

This constellation is associated with a Greek legend about Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, and her son Eros, the god of love. The two were walking along a river one day when the terrible monster Typhon suddenly rose up out of the water trying to kill them. Typhon was ancient and awful. Typhon was as strong as a Titan, meaning he was also as strong as the Olympians. He was as tall as the heavens and his eyes shot flames. He had 100 dragonheads sprouting from his hands, taking the place of his fingers. None of the Olympians had the power to destroy Typhon alone, so for a time, all they did was flee from him. They did this by transforming into animals. Aphrodite and Eros transformed themselves into fish and swam away. Alternately, they dove into the river and were rescued by two friendly fish, who carried them to safety. Two fish were hung in the sky, their tails intertwined, to commemorate the day when love and beauty were saved.

The Wrong Side of Heaven Part One (demon!bucky x reader)

Originally posted by sebbystanimagines

Summary: Bucky is a demon, sent to earth to kill a human. But when he meets her, he can’t exactly figure out why she was chosen to die.


Word Count: 940

Warnings: uncertainty

The Wrong Side of Heaven Masterlist

“Her,” he pointed at the globe in the center of the enormous room. “You are to watch over her until the time comes.”

Bucky shook his head, glancing up at the figure standing over his shoulder. “Why? What has she done?”

“Enough to cast her away from the pearly gates upstairs,” he answered, looking grim and glum as he watched the girl in the globe as she walked about the sidewalk, grinning, unknowing that her end will meet one day soon. “She’s not meant to die of natural causes. You need to see to that.”

“But, sir-!”

“Barnes.” He warned, throwing Bucky a dark look.

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Word Count: 2039

Pairing: Past Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN typical violence, Canon divergence, Torture, Major character death

A/N: Written for @nichelle-my-belle ‘s angst challenge. My prompt was “It takes a monster to destroy a monster.” This gave me such a hard time and it’s kind of erratic and choppy and doesn’t make much sense to me, but I’ve given up on it and it’s just being posted.

Follow up to Masterpieces

“Dean, please. This isn’t you.” You begged, tears streaming down your face, trying desperately to reach the Dean you once knew. You were tied spread eagle to the rack, practically naked, scraps of clothes barely covering you. “Don’t let him ruin you.”


“Oh, but it is me.” Dean slid the razor from your neck down your chest before finally shoving it in, next to your heart. You let out an ear piercing scream and sobbed yourself hoarse while Dean continued to carve and Alastair put you back together, letting Dean carve you to pieces over and over and over.


Dean woke with a start; sweat dripping down his face and tears in his eyes, your name on his lips. “Dean?” Sam questioned. “Y/N again?”

“What I did to her…” Dean swallowed thickly, choking back tears. “Sammy, I tore her apart. She begged me not to and I just laughed at her and did it anyway.”

“Dean, it wasn’t you.” Sam sat next to Dean on the bed, trying to figure out a way to comfort him.

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13 Reasons Why (Tape 8)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, Crowley, Rowena, Mary, John, Jody(mentioned), Claire(mentioned)

Warnings: pain, torture, angst, suicidal thoughts

Word count: 4809

Summary: you start to think that being alive is maybe what your problem is and why you cause so much pain to others. Dean listens to tape 8 and discovers a lie you had to tell him and Sam up until now.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Press play. Listen. Press play. Listen. She’s dead because of you… Those words were spoken in Dean’s head just moments before he bolted up in his bed. His forehead was sweaty and he stuck to his sheets. Another nightmare just like he continued to have since you were gone. After his visit to Jody and asking about her soul, Dean hadn’t been able to listen to tape 8. He was too worried about it; no matter how much he tried to see this having a light at the end of the tunnel, the ending would still be the same; you would still be gone.

His lack of sleep was something that wasn’t unusual to him, but it had gotten worse when you died. Even more so when he started listen to the tapes. Now he just wanted to get through them so he could finally hear what it was that he had done to hurt you.

“Here we go again,” he whispered to himself with a broken voice. He kissed the tape player and said, “I miss you, Y/N.” His eyes were closed as he pressed play on tape 8.

“I made a promise to someone and I knew no matter what, I was going to see it through. Isn’t that how we all feel? That when you make that commitment to someone, you have to do as you promised. I had too many broken promises in my life; I didn’t want to be the cause of any. So I came to someone and told them I would do anything if they returned the soul of Jody Mills… I didn’t realise how far I would have to go in order to save her.”

* * *

You didn’t know why you kept leaving the bunker because no matter what you always ended back in the same place. At least you were with your brothers here, you loved being around them and you hated being alone. The only downside was that you still had to spend time with Mary and John. Living with them sucked but it was better than being lonely… At least that’s what you told yourself.

It was an early Sunday morning. You thought that Dean would be either up and reading some lore or sleeping, the same with Sam. Mary and John seemed to get up to their own thing, just did what they wanted when they wanted and had no pattern of doing things so you didn’t bother to worry about them.

You headed out of your room with one goal, get Jody’s soul back no matter what the cost. You hadn’t slept all night because it’s all you could think about. You had packed a backpack of some things you knew you would need for what you were planning, you had already thought through what your excuse would be to the boys if they were up.

As you walked through to get out, you saw that Sam was sitting in the library and reading a book. “Hey, Sammy,” you greeted him as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asked as he noticed your backpack over your shoulder.

“To meet up with Claire,” you lied right to his face. You hated lying to either of your brothers but right now you had no choice. “We’re going to try and sort things out.”

“Really?” He asked, sounding shocked and suspicious. “Isn’t it a little early?”

“We were both up all night texting. Neither of us could sleep so we said we might as well meet as soon as we can,” you lied once again. You had thought this out so perfectly, there was no way he could catch you out on your lie.

“Oh,” he replied with a genuine smile. “You need me to drop you off?”

“It’s cool,” you said with a shake of your head. “There’s a bus stop not far from here. I might be living here but I’m still trying to be independent, remember?” You joked.

Sam lightly laughed at your response. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I’ll be back by dinner so order something good,” you shouted as you started to walk off.

“Pizza again?” He shot back.

“What else would I ever ask for?” You giggled as you looked back at him, then you walked through and went up the steps. Once again the happiness faded; your mood changed because you remembered what you had to do.

Your backpack had everything you needed to summon Crowley, you hated the demon more than you hated any monster that ever existed, but it had to be done in order to get Jody’s soul back. You had prepared yourself for the worst, if it came to it you would even swap your soul to get Jody’s returned to her.

You took a long walk to the crossroads, he did, after all, used to be a crossroads demon and was now King of the Crossroads. You had learned that from your brothers when they would speak of him. Sam and Dean still had no idea that he was the one that killed your mother. Because of his involvement with the crossroad deals you figured that would be the best place to summon him.

The walk was around an hour long, you wanted it to be a bit further away so that your brothers wouldn’t be able to just drive past and see you so easily. The second that you got there you unpacked the items from your backpack and placed them on the ground. You read the spell you had gotten from a lore book in the bunker library; you ripped the page our specifically for this. You chanted the spell and lit a match before dropping it in the bowl and waiting for Crowley to appear.

“Darling,” you heard him say behind you. You stood up from where you were sitting and turned around to see him there, a smug smile on his face. “It’s probably not best that we speak here, let’s go somewhere more private,” he said and with a click of his fingers you were in a room with a throne. Crowley moved forward and sat on this throne. You stood in front of him as if you were someone serving a King. You looked behind you to see a woman with ginger hair watching you before turning back to him.

“Where the hell are we?” You demanded.

“Actual hell,” he revealed. “This is my kingdom. So, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Listen to me you asshole,” you snapped. “I need something back that you took.”

“Is this about your mother? I’ll be honest with you, I thought you would have come to beg for her sooner,” he admitted. “Still, calling me an asshole isn’t the way to go to convince me-”

“I’m talking about the soul of Jody Mills,” you interrupted him. “Give it back to her, ok? Break the deal. I’ll give you anything you want in return. If that means I have to die again, or give you my soul, I don’t care. Just give it back.”

“No can do, sweetheart,” he said. You clenched your jaw at his words, Dean’s nickname for you was sweetheart and to hear it come from Crowley just made your skin crawl.

“Why not?!” You screamed.

“A deal is a deal!” He shouted back as he stood from his throne. “I can’t just bloody go around giving souls back!”

“Maybe you can, Fergus,” you heard the woman from behind you say. Both yours and Crowley’s eyes shot to her. “She might not have something you want, but I do. I can give you The Book of the Damned.”

You looked back to Crowley and saw something you had never seen in him before. Fear.

“You want it don’t you?” She asked in a strong Scottish accent. “All you have to do is give one person their soul back and I’ll tell you where I’ve hidden it.”

“And what exactly will you be getting out of this, mother?” Crowley asked her with anger.

“Then I will take the girls offer,” she revealed to both of you. “You said you would do anything to get your friends soul back, right dear?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Anything.”

“Do we have a deal or not, Fergus?” She asked her son.

“Fine,” he growled before disappearing out of the room and returning again with a scroll is his hands. He ripped it in half and you felt a sudden sharp pain in your stomach. You lifted your hands to hold what felt like a bleeding wound. Crowley clicked his fingers and the pain was gone.

“What the hell was that?!” You screamed.

“I broke the deal to return Jody’s soul,” he explained. “Since the deal was broken, it meant that you were still dead… So I fixed that too. Whatever mother wants you for, it most certainly isn’t going to work if you are dead. Now, I want the Book of the Damned.”

You were hearing everything he said, but the one thing that stuck with you was that Jody had her soul back. You felt a sudden sigh of relief but that’s all it ever was… Sudden.

Once again, a problem had been fixed with a problem. Now Jody’s soul was back to her, you had to do something for this woman and you knew that no matter what it was, it was not going to be pretty.

* * *

“Welcome to your tape, Rowena.”

Of course she’s on the tapes, Dean thought. Rowena always does like to stick her nose into everyones business, how could the boys think she would be any different with you? Dean remembered that day you came home, you lied to them and said you were visiting Claire. He remembered how you were and how you acted, if he had known it was Rowena that you had secretly gone to visit he would have made her tell him what happened.

But it seemed that he never really did push it with you. In his mind he did it because you were a teenager, still growing into an adult and he wanted to give you room to grow. He did it out of the kindness of his heart and he was worried that you had mistaken it for a lack of care.

* * *

Once things were done with Crowley, you left hell with his mother. Wow, you thought, that’s one thing I never expected I would do, leave hell with the Kings mother.

She took you to an old witch craft shop called Runes and Relics. “You’re a witch?” You asked her as you both stepped into the derelict place that hadn’t been opened for years. “And your son is-”

“It’s all very complicated, dear,” she told you as she took her coat off and hung it up on the coat hanger. “It goes back hundreds of years, back when young Fergus was born. It’s probably best not to get into it.”

“Hundreds of years?” You asked aloud by mistake. Exactly how old were they? You decided to scrap your original question by asking a new one. “You never told me your name. What is it?”

“Rowena,” she replied as she made sure the shop door was locked. Rowena spun on her heels to look at you once again. “I know who you are, Y/N. The sibling of the Winchesters… Those damned Winchesters.”

“That’s my family you’re talking about,” you defended with your arms crossed over your chest. “I don’t care how old you are, you better watch your mouth when you talk about them.”

“Oh,” she smiled with fake fear in her voice. “I do like a girl who can defend herself. Fearless, right?”

You swallowed thickly with a gentle shake of your head. “I’m not fearless.”

“You sure do seem it to me. Going all the way to hell and back, literally, to get your friends soul back no matter what you had to do in return. I think that’s very fearless… Noble, even.”

Your eyes followed her when she moved as you remembered what you originally came here for. “So what is it you want with me? You wanna torture me? Or ask me to get you something witchy?”

“I’ve been needing a volunteer for a while now,” she told you as she grabbed some things from an old, dusty cupboard. As she proceeded to unlock it, the inside showed a bunch of things you hadn’t seen before. One looked like a sword, then a small mirror and a weird cup covered in gems. There was also a jar containing ashes and another jar containing bones.

“A volunteer?” You questioned as you moved closer to look at what she was taking out of the cupboard. “For what exactly?”

“To test my magic on. Ever since I left the Grand Coven, my magic hasn’t been what it used to be. I used to create spells, now I can barely follow them from books. That’s why I needed the Book of the Damned, it had spells in there that I could work on… It made me feel more powerful,” she explained while she continued to move around the shop and pick up a bunch of weird ingredients. “But testing on a human, now that will make me much more powerful. I just need to take some of the power from your soul first, then I can use that to create more spells and make myself the strongest witch you’ve ever seen.”

“W-why couldn’t you get a volunteer?” You stuttered as your hands started shaking faintly.

“The procedure isn’t exactly painless, my dear Y/N,” she told you, her ginger hair swaying around as she moved her head to look for something. “No one in their right mind would ever want to endure that kind of pain. Taking power from your soul is excruciating, and the magic after that will probably damage you permanently.”

“You sound sympathetic,” you scoffed sarcastically. Sarcasm was your defence mechanism for when you were afraid, it’s probably why you were almost always sarcastic. You weren’t ready to go through this excruciating pain, because it wasn’t only physical. It was just another permanent damage to add to the collection of all the emotional pain you had already been through in less than a year.

“Sympathy isn’t a virtue I can afford. How do you think I’ve kept myself alive for so long?” Rowena snapped back as she placed the last item in the bowl in front of her. “Come here.”

You stepped forward like she had asked you to. Her hand hovered over the bowl in front of both of you before she began to chant a spell. The words she spoke were very distinct and powerful, it must have been in Latin or Enochian.

You took a look down and noticed that the ingredients had all mounded together and became a bright light. Before you could even ask what it was, the light was in her hand and she drove it through your chest. The feeling was unbearable to say the least, it wasn’t even able to be explained. There was nothing it could compare to. The worst part is you weren’t expecting it; it was driven through your body in a matter of seconds.

A scream erupted from your throat like no other, it was almost too unbearable for Rowena to even hear. The spell was coming to an end, it only lasted a few seconds but to you it felt like hours. She removed her hand from your chest and trapped the light into a jar. You dropped to the floor as you tried to catch your breath.

The energy you had before had completely gone, it was wiped from your body and you just felt heart broken and tired. “What did you do to me?” You questioned as tears began to surface in your eyes.

“I told you I needed energy from your soul,” she said before closing the jar and grabbing a spell book from a large book shelf. “I need it for the spell I’m going to-“

“Will I ever get it back?” You asked with a shaky voice. You reached for the table and pulled yourself up where you were met with Rowena’s eyes. “That part of my soul that you took, will it ever come back?”

She looked away from you and that said it all. She couldn’t even look at you and tell you the truth. “A soul is a pure part of a persons body, once you take a part of it, it can never be the same. I already told you dear, what I’m doing will damage you… I’m sorry but it’s what we made the deal for, remember?”

“So I’m never going to stop feeling like this?” You questioned; her eyes still refused to meet yours. “Rowena!”

“You’ll learn to deal with it,” she said in a calm voice, though you could tell she was growing angry because of your attitude. “You signed up for this, this was your choice.”

You just sighed at her words, speaking would have only made you want to cry even more than you already did. Why did you always have to bottle up your emotions? Even when part of your soul had literally been ripped from your body, you had to hold it in and be strong. But why? Who were you impressing or helping by being strong all the time? Yourself? Your brothers?

You had felt pain before this, especially after what you had been put through in your life. You had been hurt by the people you loved, even the ones you never expected to turn on you. Now, feeling like this was normal to you and you were beginning to lose your mind. You thought that maybe you couldn’t handle it so much that really, maybe even ending it yourself would be the way to go…

You spent around 6 more hours with Rowena where she practised her magic on you. It didn’t only physically hurt, but some of the spells forced you to relive dark memories.

You had flashbacks of your mothers death and your hands being covered in blood. You remembered how it felt when John hit you and told you to leave, how unloved and unwanted you felt to because of your own father. You recalled what Mary had said to you, and how Claire betrayed your trust when she was all you had left…

Finally, at the end, you were in a dark room. You were alone. “Hello?” You shouted, but there was no answer. You turned to look at the noise you heard behind you. It was your brothers, both of them sitting on chairs and facing each other. Their expressions were blank, they didn’t even speak to each other. You slowly stepped forward. “Sam? Dean?”

“Why is she here?” Dean asked Sam. Their eyes stayed on each other, neither of them moving to look at you.

“It’s not like we need her. We were happy before we met her,” Sam replied to his brother.

“What?” You asked as you stopped walking towards them and just listened to what they had to say.

“She gets in our way, she sleeps with the enemy, she even tells our dad she can’t forgive him when she’s the real reason he left her,” Dean recalled. “Why would we love her? She’s a problem.”

“Why should we?” Sam shot back. “Y/N is miserable, we all know it. She lies to us and pretends she’s okay because she knows that we will make her leave if she bothers us too much.”

“This isn’t real,” you said with a shake of your head. “You’re not real! My brothers love me.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Sam smiled sinisterly as both their heads turned to look at you at the same time. “This is in your head, so these are your thoughts. We’re just saying how you think we feel about you.”

“It’s not our fault, it’s yours.”

“Shut up!” You screamed as you charged towards them but before you could even start moving, you woke up and sat abruptly. Your breathing had become heavier once again, your chest felt pressure against it, but then you remembered it was just the fact that some of your soul had been taken from you. “Rowena,” you said with a small voice as you gripped your chest with one hand. “I don’t- I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“That was the last spell,” she told you coldly. At first she seemed to have some kind of a heart, you thought that maybe, there was a very small chance that she would have let you off easily. You were wrong, of course. She went through with those hours and hours of excruciatingly painful procedures and spells where she stabbed you and hurt you and took a part of your soul away. “You’re done for now. You got what you wanted and so did I… My powers should be much stronger now.”

“How do I get home?” You asked as you climbed of the table with wobbly legs. You had to grip your sore hands tightly onto the wooden surface to keep yourself up.

“I told you, I’m done with you. Whatever happens to you now is your problem, keep it that way or Jody’s soul will be taken again,” she warned. You would have protested about everything you just had to do for her, but you didn’t have enough energy. You had to put whatever energy you had left into walking to a bus stop and getting back to the bunker.

* * *

“You had put me through so much, you knew exactly how painful it was. I was sure that you could even see how I felt about my brothers; how I thought they felt about me. None of it mattered to you, Rowena. You got what you wanted and you left me. I didn’t care enough about you for the fact that you left me to hurt, but being left was becoming a pattern for people and it made me realise that maybe it was me that was the problem. That feeling of you leaving me was nothing compared to how you hurt me while doing those spells. You took a part of my soul… It’s gone. Forever. I couldn’t live with that, having to move on with my life after what you had put me through in those six hours was something I didn’t believe possible. You left a scar on my heart, it damaged me mentally and made me struggle to see any kind of light at the end of the tunnel. That’s why you’re one of the reasons why… One of the reasons that I can’t continue living.”

Once again it made that click noise just as it did at the end of every tape. And once again, your big brother was left damaged and felt as if a part of his soul had also been ripped out.

Dean wiped his face with his hands but failed to dry it completely. He remembered that day perfectly, he remembered you coming home and looking and him and Sam. Jody called them and said she was worried about you, they ended up asking about you meeting with Claire and she said that Claire was with her… She hadn’t left the house all day.

He recalled that he hadn’t pushed you enough to tell him where you really were, he thought that maybe if he had tried… Maybe if he wasn’t so worried that you would get mad and leave again… Then maybe you would still be here.

* * *

You were able to make your way to a bus stop and get off at the closest stop near the bunker. On your way back you text Jody and said ‘it’s been done. Your soul is back.’ She text you back multiple times and tried to call you but you ignored her calls.

You were too tired, all you wanted to do was get back to the bunker and sleep. The only thing was that it seemed as if this was the kind of tired that sleep wouldn’t be able to fix.

Your eyes were still red and puffy from how much you had cried through the whole thing. The tears were still welling up, making your eyes look glassy and sad. The bus driver had even asked you if you were okay or if he needed to call anyone; you lied and told him you were fine. That was becoming a very common lie for you to tell.

Stupidly, you had hoped that Sam and Dean wouldn’t be in the library when you came back. You walked through and saw them both sitting there, they were waiting for you to return. “Look, whatever it is you want to scream at me for it can wait, ok? Now is not the time.”

Their eyes softened as they looked at you. You hadn’t even noticed that there was blood in your hairline and scratches on your cheeks. Your brothers did. It was the first thing they saw when you came in, followed by the tears in your sore eyes. “What happened to you?”

You took a seat in the library; your legs were still barely able to hold you up. “We know that you didn’t go and meet Claire.”

“It doesn’t matter where I was,” you cried, you couldn’t help but to let the tears fall. “Nothing can change what happened.”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Dean promised.

You shook your head. “I won’t. I can’t be, not after this.”

“It didn’t kill you,” Sam said as a way to try and convince you that the worst thing didn’t happen.

“I wish it did,” you replied with a broken voice. “I don’t want to be here anymore. The way I feel, every day, it-it’s killing me inside.”

“Don’t talk like that!” Dean demanded with a harsh voice which made you flinch. He sighed as he let his voice become calm again. “Whatever it is, you can get through it. You’re strong, Y/N, and you don’t have to do this alone.“

You couldn’t tell your brothers what really happened because of what Rowena had said. If you told them and she found out, then she could make sure that Crowley took Jody’s soul again and everything you went through would have been for nothing.

“I’m tired,” you told them coldly. “I’m gonna go to bed.”


“Goodnight,” you interrupted and walked off before they could ask anymore questions. Deep down, you really wanted them to follow you and ask what was wrong. You were screaming in your mind for someone to just care enough to follow you and demand that you tell the truth… But no one ever did.

* * *

Dean knew that he would never forgive himself for not pushing you to tell him and Sam the truth; he knew you were just like him so he thought that you would find it better to get through it alone. You just needed time, he told himself. Little did he know that your time was running out.

He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard a knock at his bedroom door. He removed the headphones and said, “come in.”

“Hey,” Mary smiled. “Are you ok, sweetie?”

“I’ve been better,” he said truthfully. “But I’m powering through… What did you want?”

“Your dad and I found a hunt, thought you and Sam would want to come along?”

“All four of us on a hunt?” He questioned. “That’s a little, strange. Why would all of us go?”

Mary sighed. “The case isn’t a monster that’s been killing random people… Hunters have been dying non stop for the past few days.”

Now Dean understood what she was saying. “The Brits?”

“We think it’s best if we all go,” Mary replied. “It’s an all hands on deck kind of situation. I think we’re gonna have to check it out for ourselves before we get any other hunters involved.”

“Ok,” Dean nodded. “Let me just pack some stuff and I’ll be right there.”

As Mary left the room, Dean packed tape 9 and a few weapons into a duffel bag, ready to hit the road with his family… If only you were here too. As much as he wished for it, it couldn’t happen so he just had to keep listening to the tapes to find out the truth about the reasons why you did it.

As he climbed into the car, with John driving and himself riding shotgun, his dad looked at everyone and said, “you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Dean replied as he thought about tape 9. “I have to be.”

Okumura Twins’ mirroring character arcs

In response to an ask that got too long. So this is just meta on the twins, I suppose.

I could probably make this full on research paper, but that’s a lot of work so please forgive me for my haphazard yelling about the twins.

So to start with I’m totally Hamilton trash. Which is relevant here, because Yukio and Rin seem to be following some of the arcs that the musical does!

They’re becoming more like each other and it’s probably going to end in Rin (Hamilton) being shot because he doesn’t raise his weapon against Yukio (Burr).

They’re character developments and arc are mirroring each other, ironic since they’re twins. And when I say mirror I mean it in the way your reflection is flipped.

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Ok, I’m coming out of my semi-hiatus to address something just real quick.

I’m a Kylo fan. It’s not a secret by far, but heres the thing that a lot of people who also claim to be Kylo fans don’t seem to understand.

Kylo Ren is the villain. He’s been presented to us in TFA as the villain. He’s still being presented as the villain in TLJ.

Why are y'all so determined to turn him into the hero of this story and demonize everyone else so he can look like the innocent one in all of this?

Equating Finn and Poe as being murderers in the same vein as Kylo does a disservice to all of their characters.

Poe shooting and killing Slips is absolutely not the same thing as murdering a defenseless old man and then ordering the massacre of an entire village. Poe was helping to fend off attackers who had zero right to be there.

Finn defending himself and the other people on Takodana from yet another FO invasion doesn’t make him a heartless character. Those soldiers weren’t going to stop following their orders, and while yes they’re brainwashed and programed what was Finn gonna be able to do about that at that moment? Do you think he could have just stood there and said “Hey guys, they’re controlling you, the First Order is bad, you gotta stop doing this.” and all those troopers would have dropped their weapons and agreed with him?

No. They wouldn’t have. And they’d have shot him dead right then and there if he hadn’t defended himself.

So quite frankly, you guys can just fucking stop with your “The Resistance and Poe and Finn are just as bad as Kylo and the FO!!” bullshit, because you sound ridiculous.

Quit demonizing Poe and Finn. They didn’t do anything other than defend themselves and people who were innocent from a faction that was invading and killing people.

A Small Solace

Fffffff okay so I thought of this stupid little short story while at work so I guess I’m putting the other ones on hold for the moment. Kill me, I’m a sucker for affection between these guys. (Not gonna bother with the Read More on this one since it’s fairly short)

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, thank you all sooooo much for the reblogs and support! ❤ You’ve all have been my motivation to keep writing and I cannot thank you enough!

Previous works in chronological order: Lovestarved, Deeper Than Skin

And as always, be sure to check out @paperhatcollection for a bunch of really good content! They’re very awesome!


Running a huge business can be a little stressful sometimes.

It wasn’t overly uncommon for Flug to find Blackhat in a state of utter vexation when overworked. It was something they had in common, though the demon usually showed it in his short temper as opposed to Flug’s turning into an even bigger bundle of nerves than usual. Still, the premise was similar, and the doctor could empathize with his boss on some level.

Flug clumsily fumbled with the papers in his hands, attempting to get them as organized as possible on his way to Blackhat’s office. Very slowly and warily, the doctor opened the door and stepped inside.

“I don’t care about your excuses!!!

The shout made Flug jump back, and he was sure not to take another step further.

Blackhat appears not to have noticed him yet. He was on the phone, a particularly fancy rotary dial phone to be specific, with someone Flug could only assume was somebody doing their job wrong.

“If you don’t have that order delivered by the promised time– It’s not MY problem if your people lost it! I will not stand to have my company suffer because of your bloody incompetence! Then you’d better get moving, shouldn’t you!? No later than five! That is my final word!” With that, the eldritch roughly slammed the phone down, Flug flinching at the noise, and snarled in frustration, “Fucking idiots!

Only then did he finally notice the scientist nervously lingering in the doorway. “What do you want, doctor?” He growled harshly.

“I-I-I, um…” He lifted the papers to his chest. “I-I have a p-progress report on t-the n-new product–”

“I do not need a progress report! The demon snapped, fangs bared in another snarl that made Flug flinch back further. “I need you to just get it done!

Swallowing a lump in his throat, the doctor just stood there for a moment, seeming to be considering something. Very hesitantly, he started a slow walk over to Blackhat, rolling his sleeves up to the elbow.

The demon narrowed his eyes, yet another growl being shot Flug’s way. “What did I just say, doctor!?”

At that, Flug was almost tempted to turn tail and get out of there. If this was months ago, he definitely would have. “….J-Just one moment, sir…” He replied, finding his way to the side of his boss’s chair. Hmm, that obnoxiously tall chair was going to be tricky to work around… but he was sure he could manage it. Every part of Flug was ready to brace himself if he was lashed out at, but the doctor had a feeling the demon wouldn’t bother.

Thankfully, he was right. Blackhat just gave a begrudging huff of irritation and started flipping through forms on his desk. “I don’t have time to be wasting right now! I have a meeting in two hours, still need to call our insurance company about the damage those bloody heroes left, and now those blundering idiots at Machinery Unlimited lost our order of equipment for Build-bot–”

The demon went silent for a split second, confusion momentarily replacing his anger. “… What are you doing….?”

“It’s called a massage, sir…” Flug explained quietly. He was at a bit of an awkward angle, as he had to stand directly next to the chair and reach an arm between the demon’s head and chair’s back, but he managed to reach both of his boss’s shoulders without too much trouble. Gently, he began to rub them.

Yeesh… At the risk of sounding cliché, Blackhat was extremely stiff and tense… It was like massaging a brick wall….

“I don’t— Oh… That’s actually… oh…” The demon was pleasantly surprised by the soothing sensation Flug’s hands were leaving, a pleased shiver running through his body. Almost instinctively, Blackhat leaned forwards, resting his arms on the desk and an unmasked happy purr escaping him. Goodness gracious, he’s almost like a bloody cat. “That’s… quite nice, actually…” He commented under his breath as Flug took the opportunity to reach more of his back. The man almost sounded awestricken by this.

Flug felt a sudden twinge of pity for the eldritch. He’s always had 5.0.5. to comfort him when he’s stressed or felt the need for physical contact…. Even Demencia, to an extent, could offer him some stress relief when they would sometimes rant about things together. But nobody was really willing to do any of that sort of thing for Blackhat, or at least didn’t think he needed it….

Flug should consider doing this more often, he thought to himself.

After slowly but surely getting his boss’s muscles to relax, the doctor’s arms then slid down to the demon’s chest to lock around him in a light hug as he leaned down to place his head on Blackhat’s shoulder. “There’s only so much you can do, sir…. Don’t stress so much over what you can’t control….” He murmured, eyes closed.

Blackhat lightly leaned his head against the scientist’s in turn, raising a hand to hold Flug’s face close, and a content but tired sigh leaving him as his eyes closed as well. For a peaceful moment, all seemed serene. Then Blackhat shifted away, albeit reluctantly. “…. I’d better get this done…”

Standing straight again, Flug placed the progress report on the edge of Blackhat’s desk. “I’ll leave this here for when you have a free moment. No need to rush, just know that I should be finished by the morning.”

The demon nodded, going back to his papers. “Very good. I look forward to seeing the finished product.”

It was clear from his voice and posture that he was calmed down much, stress almost completely relieved from his tone and leaning back in his chair with a far more relaxed-looking exterior than before. Almost was like an entirely different person than five minutes ago.

Beneath the bag, a small smile slipped across Flug’s face. He had a feeling that might’ve been able to help, but honestly didn’t expect to have that much of a positive effect on the eldritch. With a satisfied nod, the doctor took his leave.

Lo and behold, everything turned out just fine.

anonymous asked:

I just hope that the first episode of Season 13 will have 1) Sam facing the Nephilim - and therefore his own powers and his own destiny and making peace with it and 2) Dean facing Cas' death - and therefore his feelings and making peace with it (or not.. try true love's kiss please, it'll work). It just seemed very deliberate to set them up like that apart from each other, each facing their own challenge.

Yeah. Because that’s yet another way that Sam and Dean broke the pattern…

Every season finale since s2 has alternated whether the brothers were together or apart.:

  • s2 together standing over the Impala’s trunk
  • s3 dean in hell so apart
  • s4 clinging to each other watching Lucifer rise
  • s5 sam in hell so apart (even though we see Sam looking through the window at the end, they are effectively narratively ‘apart’ for the next year)
  • s6 together kneeling before godstiel
  • s7 dean in purgatory so apart
  • s8 clinging to each other as the angels fall so together
  • s9 demon dean on the run so apart
  • s10 together in the impala as the darkness rolls across the land
  • s11 dean went off to blow up amara with the soul bomb so apart
  • s12 Sam left Dean by Cas’s body and ran alone to face the nephilim… breaking the pattern… because they are apart…

So much of this episode (as well as 12.22) was about BREAKING PATTERNS.

Dean FINALLY confronted Mary with the truth in 12.22, about how her deal with Azazel had affected his life. About how he’d been forced to become both mother and father to Sam, because John was too broken to be either of those things to both boys. This is the culmination of Dean’s not wanting to “overwhelm” her early on, of his discomfort at telling her the story about her life with John in 12.01, knowing all along that it was a pretty lie– but it was what Mary believed at the time. This was the final part of Dean angrily telling Mary that he’d never been a child in 12.14. That time his words had been intended to wound her, but this time he spelled the whole thing out in detail– not to wound, but to heal.

Like in 12.12, the lance that inflicted the wound was the only thing that could heal it.

So much of 12.22 was also Dean surrendering that obligation he’s always felt as Sam’s “parent” with Sam directly– trusting him to lead that mission to the BMoL headquarters. He let Sam take the entire lead over the group of hunters they recruited for the raid, and he expressed his trust in Sam in actual words.

(fyi I have 9.23 playing in the background as I type this up, and trust me when I say it’s like night and day, the dynamic between Sam and Dean…)

And that mutual trust continued and grew stronger in 12.23, and opened to include Mary as an equal partner in understanding.

When all three Winchesters showed up at the house, Cas didn’t even make a pretense of greeting the rest of the family. Just Dean.

And Dean’s first words to Cas are about how they’ll work things out between them as soon as they get Cas and Kelly to safety, reassuring him that things between them aren’t broken.

and then we had a visual confirmation of Cas’s motivations, his seemingly unconvinced “belief” in the future the nephilim had shown him. When Kelly asked him to tell her again, to reassure her that her sacrifice was worth it, Cas hesitated, and flashed back to the scene in 12.19 where the nephilim sent its power into him. It was like he had to shake something off and focus in order to remember that vision.

We even had Mary and Kelly talking about how they would die to protect their children. Right after Mary came to accept the fact that she DID die to protect her children.

The entire last ten minutes of the episode was like a dark reversal of the rescue mission to save Sam in 12.02, and the fight scene in that basement, but in an entirely jumbled up fashion.

But in an even LARGER scale, these “cosmic consequences” spiral back through every level of the story– from Mary herself and her understanding of the interconnected fate/choice of her deal with Azazel; through Amara’s influence of the story in s9 as the Winchester/Campbell family’s fate as descendants of Cain and Abel in taking on the original Mark of Cain, through her influence over s10 as the force that both kept Dean alive and was slowly killing him all the the same time, through s11 as she got to experience humanity first-hand and demand recognition from Chuck and her growth from wanting to destroy the universe just because and acceptance of the beauty it actually contained (and that Chuck’s love of the universe didn’t diminish his love for her), and then in s12 the Cosmic Consequences of her freeing Lucifer and resurrecting Mary (because her touch is chaos itself, and bringing back Mary and Lucifer HAD to be influenced by her essential chaos…). That kind of instability introduced into an orderly system that has always adhered to certain cosmic “rules” HAD to bring about this sort of fundamental chaos, you know? And hooboy do we ever have it.

The moment we learned that the entire Winchester Family History had been essentially engineered by Heaven to someday act as the key that opened the lock on the Darkness and force that confrontation and resolution of the Original Rift that created the universe, and the moment Dean orchestrated that resolution, it brought that cosmic-scale rift back down to Winchester Family levels. I know I’m not explaining it well, but it’s something Gabriel said way back in 5.08 when he was pushing Sam and Dean to accept their roles in the apocalypse– As above, so below. But now, post-resolution, that mirror’s been flipped.

Dean completed his task of balancing the universe again, but Amara’s “gifts” in the form of Lucifer removed from Castiel and the resurrection of Mary have both turned very bad. The wishes go very bad.

And they’re ALL interconnected– Castiel, Lucifer, Mary, and Amara.

And now the nephilim, as well.

The things Cas was saying about the nephilim’s vision of the future sounded appallingly similar to the things Amara had wanted in her perfect vision of the future, you know? The whole notion of remaking the world in their own vision, where there was never any conflict or hatred or pain or suffering. Amara’s ideal sounded very much the same, with her bliss pitted against the nephilim’s paradise.

It took Dean a long damn time to see that offer for what it was, to see how it wasn’t real, what Amara was offering. That it was the annihilation of self and the surrender of his identity that Amara was really offering.

Which is fundamentally identical to what the nephilim seems to be offering Cas…

Dean had to die and be reborn as a demon, then struggle through the trials of bearing the mark and eventually come to an understanding of the truth of all of it. I think that’s exactly the point in the narrative we are with Cas.

I know I am not explaining it well, because it’s taken me three hours to even put this much of it in this disorderly state, and I still don’t feel like I’m getting to the true heart of the matter here…

But once again, just like in 12.22, Sam’s struggle will be an external one, facing the nephilim as a sort of incarnation of his own life-long feelings and beliefs about HIMSELF, that he wasn’t pure, that he was a freak because of the demon blood and his powers, that he wasn’t truly human somehow because of that. And Dean’s struggle will be internal, like it was reclaiming Mary from the walls she’d been forced to construct inside her own mind in the name of self-preservation.

Sam’s walls have finally manifested into something physical for him to confront.

We’ve finally scraped the thousand layers of paint off the walls that Dean’s been putting up for the world his entire life, and he’s not trying to camouflage what’s underneath. He’s finally let something OTHER than Sam literally bring him to his knees. He’s finally shown Sam the thing that actually had the power to do that to him, too. And Sam had his little moment of acknowledgement before running off to face the nephilim alone.

And that’s the tip of the iceberg on how damn meta that finale was.

Cimmerian -- Sehun

Part 01 / Part 02 / Epilogue

“So you’re the girl.”

The voice that sounds behind you, low and soft, makes all of the fine hairs on your arms stand on end.  A demon’s voice, no matter how soothing or falsely sweet it may seem, always gives you the chills.

“It’s a little cliche for you to come for me on a dark side street, don’t you think?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around alone at night,” the demon retorts.  “Makes it easy for something bad to happen to you.”

You turn around to face the creature and you aren’t shocked by how attractive he is – most demons choose to look as beautiful as possible in order to easily lure humans to their demise – but you are shocked by how bored he looks.  No smile, no frown, no grimace.  No sign of any emotion he may be feeling.

This worries you.  The ones who present themselves this way are the biggest pains in the ass.

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