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rest your eyes [castiel x reader]
synopsis: you can't sleep so castiel helps you
a/n: i am sick with covid and have been rewatching supernatural with my boo. castiel was literally my second crush ever, and i missed him so much, so i decided to write something (based on the fact i'm an insomniac who would totally sleep on an angel if offered)
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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
It was supposed to go: hunting a monster in the woods and returning to some dingy motel that Dean found at the end of the day. Instead, the chase led you and the rest of the squad so deep into the woods that it was wiser to set up camp than try and trek back to civilization. The camp included a rock outcropping to protect from the weather, a shitty fire, and a lack of comfortable sleeping arrangements. Sam and Dean were used to sleeping on almost anything so they could pass out immediately. You, on the other hand, had insomnia sleeping in a regular bed and knew you were going to struggle to fall asleep with nothing more than the moss covering the ground.
Castiel didn’t sleep, so he was keeping watch. You had your jacket balled up as a pillow under your head, and instead of closing your eyes and trying to encourage rest in your body, you were staring at Cas through thick lashes. He looked up at the sky, a serene expression on his face like he was thinking about what each star meant. The light from the fire flickered across his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, even his cupid’s bow. Sometimes, you were struck by just how beautiful he was, like some Greek artists, the idea of the perfect man, sculpted to perfection and thrown at your feet for just you to enjoy. You wondered how you ended up so lucky to be blessed with his presence.
“Why do humans enjoy looking at the stars?” Castiel asks you in a soft voice to not rouse Sam and Dean. You should’ve guessed that he would notice that you were awake.
“I think…it’s nice to think about things far away from your own life,” you hum, giving up on your rock bed and sitting up, brushing leaves and other debris out of your hair. Cas looks at you, the blue in his eyes a shifting kaleidoscope from the dancing lights around you. “And the concept of stars is beautiful,” you sighed, curling your legs up and under. Cas tilted his head at that, brows slightly furrowed. It was your favorite expression on him.
“Stars are just clouds of gas and light,” Castiel answers.
“But they’ve traveled thousands of light years to reach us, even if they don’t realize it,” you smile, your eyes tracing the path of various constellations. You can feel Cas’ gaze, but don’t dare look over. Looking into Cas’ eyes is falling headfirst into an abyss you didn’t prepare for.
“I like that,” Castiel exclaims, a hint of a smile on his lips. “That’s a…human way of looking at it.”
“I am human,” you chuckle.
“Yes, you are,” he resumes, staring at the stars. It’s silent again; the only sound is the crackling of the fire and your breaths. Sometimes, the quiet is interrupted by Sam’s snoring, but you don’t mind. Your boys deserve the rest.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Castiel inquires.
“It’s hard for me to sleep, especially out here,” you say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Castiel looks troubled by that statement like he is personally responsible for your ability to sleep. “When I was little, sometimes my Mom would put me in the car and drive me around in circles, singing or telling stories until I passed out.” You remember fondly, smiling a little to yourself. “I don’t think the ground is as comfortable as a car seat, though.”
“Would you like me to tell you a story?” Castiel asks. “If you need a pillow…you can use me.” He looks slightly uncomfortable, and the tips of his ears turn red, making you grin. He never fails to be adorable when he wants to be, and you know he’s offering out of the goodness of his heart. Still, the ID part of your brain is brainstorming all the ways he could profess his love for you, something that you stamp down as you shuffle over to him. He leans his back against one of the rock walls, stretching his legs out. He had already removed his trench coat, offering it to you as a blanket. It was large enough to swallow you and smelled precisely like Castiel in a way you wanted to remember for the rest of your life. You took your makeshift pillow and set it on his lap, laying your head there and curling up under his arm, which he hesitantly rested on your shoulder. You knew you had to coax your ever-beating heart to calm down if you were ever going to sleep, but it was hard when you were lying on the lap of an angel you had a crush on. Still, Castiel was a gentleman who didn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable.
“What’s your story?” you ask, voice small as you close your eyes and relax your body.
“Early before humans won the race for my Father’s next creation, there was a pool going on for what Earth’s next great invention would be…”
Castiel’s voice, in its low timbre, started to lull you to sleep as you listened to his story. You liked listening to him talk, and he occasionally added funny anecdotes that would make you smile. You started tuning out of the story, instead focusing on the warmth from his lap, the smell of the open air and him, and especially how his fingers had started to absentmindedly stroke shapes on your arm. Eventually, you were pulled into a deep sleep, lingering in that space where you were only slightly conscious but not awake. That space was the only way you could feel Castiel petting your hair, brushing his fingers down your scalp to your neck and back to your shoulder. Even in your dreams that night, you swear you could feel his weight everywhere.
You slept peacefully, without interruption, the whole night. Until morning, when the sound of voices roused you from your slumber.
“...did you get a girl in your lap?” Dean asked, sounding incredulous.
“She is not in my lap. She is lying on half of my lap,” Castiel answered, ever the stickler for exact estimates. You could hear Dean’s groan and sarcastic retort.
“Can you shut up? I’m trying to sleep?” you mumbled, screwing your eyes shut and pushing your face more profoundly into your pillow-jacket-thing.
“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty, time to go hunting,” Dean called out. You let out a curse word, relaxing as you felt Castiel pat your head reassuringly.
“You are much more Sleeping Beauty than I am,” you responded, finally opening your eyes to the daylight but not making a move to get up. Eventually, you realized you’d have to move, so you begrudgingly sat up, cracking your neck as you did so. “Thanks for the story, Cas,” you said, averting eye contact with the angel to avoid him seeing the light flush on your cheeks. You gave him back his coat, and he kindly removed a twig that got stuck in your sweater.
“Did you sleep alright?” he inquired. You thought back to it and realized that for the first time in years, you slept through the whole night.
“Yeah, I… slept well.”
With that, Castiel smiled and helped you up. You were more alert on a hunt than you had been in a long time, all because a particular angel helped you achieve the best sleep of your life.
#castiel#castiel x reader#castiel x you#castiel x y/n#supernatural#spn#supernatural imagine#spn imagine#misha collins#my writing
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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part IV
Summary: Harry has a meeting with his legion leader and realizes that perhaps you're going to be a bit more of a challenge than he bargained for, while you are still feeling the effects of your "dream" with Harry and questioning your sanity.
A/N: For supernatural characters, the first time their name is brought up I'll be linking to my new characters list for TFMI where you can find info on the type of demon/angel and see their face claim. I get my info from The Demonic Paradise Wiki which will be linked in the characters list if you’d like to get more info on demonology and spell/incantations.
Warnings: ⚠️ Read all warnings in the TFMI masterlist before continuing ⛔️ Introduction to a duke of hell (legion leader), mention of abortion, mentions of spells/charms/incantations, religious blasphemy, very very light smut (a small masturbation scene) but not enough to mark this part with a * in my opinion
*you are not obligated to follow any of the links to make the story makes sense. It's only supplemental.
Part III
Part IV
Harry didn’t want to climb out of your bed and leave you but he had to. There were things to do and he’d wasted almost two full days next to you, watching you, breathing you in, and finding himself enchanted by you. He had to move away slowly so as not to wake you. He was wrapped around your frame tightly and so he did a simple sleep spell but as soon as he slipped his arm from under you, you moved and began to rouse.
He whispered the spell again, moved his limbs from yours slowly, and still, you were aware of movement. He couldn’t figure out why you seemed resistant to his incantation. So he used what had worked before, creating a veil of invisibility as he moved himself away from you in case you did open your eyes. You stirred and rolled over but never quite fully woke as far as Harry could tell.
Harry had a meeting with Aim, who was a political leader of sorts for Lucifer and The Almighty, known as the Duke of Hell, and Harry’s legion leader. Aim was of the original angels who joined ranks with the "evil" side.
Today was a required meeting. All of the meetings were almost like therapy for Harry. Aim was sort of like Harry’s advisor and friend all in one. It wasn’t a meeting he could skip this time, though. It normally wasn’t a requirement but given Harry’s timeline for creating a new heir was shrinking by the day, this meeting was obligatory. Aim needed an update so he could relay back to Lucifer and The Almighty of Harry’s progress.
When Harry arrived, Aim was seated at his favorite spot at the little cafe where they always met.
“You smell like a woman. Have you found your mistress?” He stood to greet Harry, giving him a tight hug.
Harry laughed and wiped at his nose, one of a small handful of nervous ticks he picked up from humankind.
“Yeah, I did actually. But it’s a bit complicated. Working on her still.” Harry and Aim stood before one another, grins on their expressions, “How have you been, Aim?”
Aim and Harry took a seat as Aim responded, “Fine. Have been busy the last couple weeks but nothing unusual. My legions all seem to be in line. The Almighty and Lucifer feel things are well in balance these days. But that’s what brings us together today. Your progress. Tell me about the woman. Why is it complicated?” Aim leans back into his chair and crosses his arms over his chest.
Harry keeps eye contact with his old friend, “Because she’s a virgin. The daughter of a Christian pastor, and is a devout believer in the Bible. Has never even kissed anyone, well, technically I kissed her last night… but I’ve only just met her and my charm seems to already be working. She’s got a bit of a crush on me.”
“Well, you still have time. But there’s no need to wait for her to come around if that’s why you’re hesitant to move forward. If she’s a good Christian girl who gets pregnant miraculously,” he puts his fingers up in air quotes as he says miraculously, “she’ll certainly keep the child, so abortion won’t be an issue. Just make her believe she’s in a dream. You’ve done this before, Harry.” Aim picks up his mug of tea and takes a sip.
Harry shakes his head at the duke as the waitress arrives to take his order, “Just an Americano, black, extra hot, and a piece of lemon cake. Please.”
Aim lifts an eyebrow, “Lemon cake? Literally the first time in thousands of years that I’ve ever known you to order a lemon dessert.”
Harry realized this was probably true. After eating you out he was really craving to taste you again and there was the faintest taste of lemon and sugar on his tongue when he had his face dug into your wet pussy. And based on the one time he watched you eat, you ordered a lemon shake with your French fries and Harry could almost bet you liked lemon sweets so much and that was why you tasted of them.
“Mmm… just sounded good.” Harry shrugged, not willing to let Aim know how obsessed he was with you so soon.
Aim sighed and leaned in toward Harry, elbows spread on the table, “So, tell me what you’re waiting for with her. Why you don’t just make her feel she’s dreaming? It’d be easy.”
“Because I think I’ve already got her. It’ll happen soon. I just want the challenge of her giving herself to me. And also…” Harry paused to consider how he’d say this, “I don’t know how effective my spells are on her. I don’t know for sure that they don’t work but something seems different with her.”
Aim squinted and tilted his head, “More details about that, please. That’s concerning.”
Harry inhaled a deep breath and leaned his own elbows onto the table, “I first saw her as I was hidden, invisible to her and that was fine. She had no idea I was there. But then last night I came to her again, unseen, and then cast an illusion spell over her, for deception to make her feel in a dream. But she was a little more surprised by my presence than I have been used to in the past.”
Harry was interrupted briefly when the waitress arrived with his extra hot coffee and slice of lemon cake. Both demons nodded at the human as she walked away.
Harry leaned his elbows back onto the table to continue, “She questioned my sudden appearance at first, but she did let me fool around with her and she liked it. At one point I said I would get her pregnant, you know, just in the heat of the moment, and she was lucid enough to tell me she’d prefer being married before having sex. I mean, that all could still come from her dream mind but it’s unusual. Then when I was leaving her this morning…”
Aim scoffed before interrupting, “You stayed with her the night and you didn’t even have intercourse with her? How long have you gone, Harry?”
Harry blinked and sat straight in his chair, he knew this was coming, “Only last night without intercourse but I did release. The night before was when I met her and just before I’d been with someone I met at a club.”
Aim nodded, “Okay, don’t go too long. It’s detrimental to your health. If she doesn’t give in before the end of the week you will need to seek out another body for intercourse. Anyway, tell me about what happened this morning.” Aim was concerned for his friend. Incubi and succubi needed very regular intercourse, a simple self-assisted orgasm wouldn’t do.
Harry sighed and pursed his lips, “I tried leaving but my movement made her kind of wake up, so I cast a sleep spell but it didn’t work. She kept responding to my movements so I did it again and it was the same. She seemed unaffected by it.”
Harry took a sip of his hot coffee and felt the burn on his tongue as he watched Aim take it all in.
Aim scrunched his brows with a look of contemplation, “Be very careful, Harry. She could be a prophet, or a seer that is resistant to most mind control incantations. She could even be an angel or demon. Hmm…” Aim purses his lips to the side in thought, “I’ll send out some watchers to find out about her. Learn who she is, who her mother is, and who her father is, this pastor.”
Harry felt he would know if she were any of those things, and if she were wouldn’t she herself know? She hadn’t indicated any type of knowledge of a power beyond normal abilities.
“That’s fine but I doubt greatly that she is supernatural. She doesn’t display any powers or understanding of abilities if she is. What would the chances be that she wouldn’t be aware herself?”
Aim finished his tea as Harry plunged his fork into the cake for the first time, his mouth watering for a bite of the lemon sweet.
“It’s possible. I’ve seen it. With enough suppression and brain washing those abilities can lie dormant when not being confronted.”
Harry swallowed the soft delight and closed his eyes for just a moment. He nodded at the Duke and smiled, “Understood. When is the soonest you can find out anything?”
“Soon. Maybe by the end of this week. We will find what we need to unless there’s a higher power purposely hiding her true nature. In that case, we’ll have to do some real sleuthing that could take more time.”
Harry continued to eat the cake as he listened to Aim, “I hate to suggest this, but it might be in your best interest to find a different mistress. This one seems to be more than just a little complicated if my hunch is correct.”
Harry sat his fork down with a frown. You would be his mistress, even if he had to go through heaven and hell to have you.
You spent your Monday lazy and lounging at home since you didn’t have a job. Your dad didn’t want you to work while you were still in college, even during the summer break. Your mom and dad had gone to the church for a few hours in the middle of the day which you promptly used to masturbate. You couldn’t stop thinking about your dream. It felt so real. Part of you wondered if you should let Miguel take things to the next level, find out if it really feels like that. But another part of you didn’t want Miguel to be the one doing it. You wanted Harry. But of course that wasn’t realistic. You’d only just met him and might never see him again.
With your fingers drenched and rubbing your clit you imagined Harry’s mouth was on you. His lips working you, and the way his long fingers entered inside of you and pushed into something never touched before.
“Mmm… yes… Hh… Haaarryy…” you panted into your bedroom.
You’d never masturbated so many days in a row before but it was like a switch had been turned on inside of you and it just felt so good, so natural in your body.
Suddenly you smelled him. His scent, just like the night before, lingered somehow, even after your shower.
You stopped what you were doing and sat up. There was no way you were really smelling him. It had to be in your mind. You got up from your bed and walked to the window, covering your naked frame in case anyone might see you from outside. You turned back toward your bed and laughed at yourself, feeling like you were losing your mind.
You gently placed your palms over the swell of each breast and squeezed, still hot and ready to get back to it. You kneed up to your bed and jumped when you felt something solid at your mid thigh. You stepped away from your bed quickly and looked around the room, then lifted your blanket to find nothing.
“Am I going mad?” You said to yourself in disbelief. You slowly moved back to the bed in silence, your senses in overdrive and fear beginning to leak into your skin.
Harry watched as you walked around your bed, holding your tits in your hands, with worry on your face. He had been close to the bed and leaned in at the moment you put your knee up and your thigh brushed against his arm. He didn’t expect it. Mostly because he wasn’t sure why you’d gotten up in the first place. He was moving out of the way and failed to move opposite you. It also didn’t help that his cock was out at the sight of what you were doing just moments prior, so he couldn’t move about as quickly as normal without making too much noise.
Had you sensed him somehow? You were masturbating one moment and the next you were sitting up then you moved to the window and laughed. Now you seemed very on edge, acutely aware.
You pulled your t-shirt over your head and slipped your panties back on. When you were a teenager you heard, from your youth leader John, that masturbating might invite demons into your bed and they could play with you during. You shuddered at the thought. Had you invited a demon in and now you were dealing with something evil?
You looked around your room and realized it still smelled heavy of the tall man with dark hair. It also felt like there was a presence. Like you weren’t alone but no one was there.
"Hh... Harry? Uhhh... I know you're not here." You shook your head as you spoke into the empty room.
You had his attention. He was surprised by you speaking his name into the room while you weren't masturbating. Did he appear to you on accident? He stood very still near your bed and watched you.
"This is so weird. I don't know what's going on. Is there something here? I can, like smell it. It smells like... Harry. What is going on?" You really felt like you were losing it. You were speaking to no one and smelling Harry very clearly. You didn't think you'd ever forget the way he smelled. And then whatever your thigh ran into on your bed?
You hugged your arms around yourself and walked to the other side of your bed again, closer to Harry and the smell grew. You closed your eyes and inhaled, "Yeah. That smells like, him. Huh..." and when you opened your eyes again you sighed at the empty room.
Harry was amazed. You could smell him? He wondered if you had enhanced senses somehow. Where you could smell things that others couldn't. Kind of like how Harry could. However, Harry couldn't just fuck around and stare at you while you were literally sniffing him out. He had to create a distraction of some kind to remove the the chance of this backfiring on him.
So, Harry used nature for his first distraction by shifting the pattern of weather and made the sunny bright day turn into a dark stormy one. At the sudden crash of lightening you turned to the window and gasped. It had just been warm and sunny, blue skies, no cloud to be seen. With the quick distraction, Harry removed himself from your room to gather his thoughts. He didn’t know if you were onto him or not. But you smelled him and that was a concern. Everything was a concern now. He knew Aim gave him good advice, to choose another vessel. But he didn’t want to. That wasn’t going to happen. He was going to find a way to make you his, no matter what you were.
Harry wanted to start getting to know you so he could earn your trust and then win you over for the final task. He conjured a small series of events to get you to leave your home so he could “coincidentally” run into you.
First, the power went out at your house because of the storm. You were already quite creeped out by everything going on so you slid on your jeans and put on your sneakers, feeling a bit vulnerable in just a t-shirt and panties.
Next, your doorbell rang so you went to the front door and peeked outside to find out who it was that could be coming over during a storm. No one was outside. Not a soul. You turned back into the dark living room and felt a chill over your body.
Finally, you heard something moving from within the attic above. The storm had quieted just enough that you could hear something being dragged over the floor slowly, like a chair or something wooden being moved across the floor.
And that was all it took for you to grab your purse and get out of the house. Climbing into your old Hyundai Accent, you backed out of the driveway and drove off down the street. There was no way you were staying inside that house anymore. Something was going on in there. You were sure of it now.
You considered going to the church but in truth you weren’t ready to speak to your parents about what was happening in the house. You didn’t know if they’d take you seriously. And it’s not like you could tell them everything about what you’d experienced, and what had you concerned.
So you pulled into the small café near your house that clearly still had power and looked especially warm and inviting today. With the sudden storm and the way you were feeling a bit on edge, a café with a small handful of strangers seemed like a good place to stop and calm down for a while.
You ordered a mint and lemon green tea with honey, and a lemon bar. You sat next to the window and pulled out your phone. Miguel had just texted you to ask what you were doing tonight and you were considering texting him to meet you at the café when the café door opened and the bell overhead rang to announce the new guest. You looked up with your phone still in your hands and it was him. It was Harry. He was wearing a knee length jacket with vertical strips and he looked very expensive. His grey trousers were crisp and ironed perfectly and he wore a black button up shirt underneath his jacket. He didn’t look like he’d just walked in from the rain, but then you saw him holding an umbrella in his hand.
He didn’t notice you when he first walked in. He went to the counter and ordered something. The girl taking his order nearly fainting at his presence. You couldn’t believe it was really him, here, now. You turned yourself to get out of your seat at the very same time your name was called to pick up your order.
When you stood to make your way to the counter it was then that Harry spotted you. You both smiled at one another you waved at him. You watched as he finished up paying, while he kept glancing back to you.
“Look who it is. My little lemon lover. How’re you doing?” Harry looked down at your treat in hand and then brought his gaze back to your eyes.
You breathed out a sweet laugh at Harry’s words and for the fact that he even remembered that you had a lemon shake just the day before, “I’m well. Electricity went out in my house so I came here. How are you? Uh… do you want to sit with me?” You gestured toward the spot you’d been sitting near the window.
Harry watched your adorable face as you spoke and he smiled at you in a way that had you feeling butterflies in your tummy and in your brain.
“Of course, that would be nice. If you don’t mind.” Harry followed you to the window and you both sat across from one another in the café chairs at the tiny table you’d been occupying moments before. “And I’m well. Just getting settled into the town here. Thought I’d stop into this cafe to see what the place is like. Find out if they have a good black coffee.”
You grinned at the handsome man. His lips were quite pink and his hair looked so soft… You took a sip of your tea to ground yourself a bit. You needed to not let your thoughts get away from you because you were already on that path as you looked at him across from you, in the flesh, his seafoam green eyes looking at yours.
You were trying to think of anything to say when the cashier came to your table with a mug of coffee for Harry, “Here, thought I’d deliver this myself so you don’t have to get up from your conversation.” The girl looked at Harry with a hopeful smile.
“Why thank you. How nice. Cheers.” Harry lifted his mug as he took a sip and then looked back at you.
You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. Harry was charming and more attractive than you think you’d ever found anyone. Ever. And you could smell him again. Even in the café with the baked goods and brewing coffee, his scent was exactly as you remembered, from yesterday, from the evening before, from today…
“Looks like you have an admirer.” You tipped your chin toward the where the cashier was and chuckled at the look on Harry’s face.
He raised his brow and grinned cheekily, baring his dimples to you, “Ya think? Hmm… Guess I’m not used to having admirers.” Harry lied, of course he was used to it, “Think I should I ask her out?” He wanted to know what your response would be to that.
The question caught you off guard. You didn’t think he’d want to ask her out. And by the way your smile dropped for a flash of a second, only to be replaced by a tighter one, Harry knew you didn’t like the sound of that, which pleased him.
“Oh! Uh… yeah! If you think you like her or something. I mean… I was just kidding, but you know…” you try to laugh off your disappointment and you want to kick yourself for feeling jealous because you had a boyfriend. Harry wasn’t yours to be jealous over.
Harry kept his eyes on yours, still wearing his cheeky grin, “I was just kidding as well. Not really my type. But I’m sure she’s great.”
You let out a breath and smiled as you looked down at your lemon bar then back up to Harry. You put your hands flat on the table, “I see. Well…” you laugh again. Not really knowing what to say. You were starting to feel flustered. You took a bite of your lemon square, Harry’s eyes still on your face.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t ask her out. I’d much prefer to go out with you if I were honest.” Harry spoke slowly and watched you for a reaction. Your eyes widened and you stopped chewing your dessert at his words, “But judging by what I saw yesterday, looks like you’re already taken. Shame.”
You gulped down your mouthful and wiped at your mouth. You couldn’t believe he just said it so casually. But you weren’t terribly surprised that he was attracted to you based on his behavior the day before.
You laugh and fiddle with your mug of tea, “Yeah right.” You rolled your eyes, trying to hide how nervous and excited you felt. You knew your face was growing red as blood rushed to the apples of your cheeks.
“You don’t believe me?” Harry leaned toward you a couple of inches, scooting his chair a little closer to yours. “You don’t think I’d find you to be pretty?”
You looked from Harry’s eyes, down to his hands as he cupped them around his mug, his fingers covered in rings. You breathed out a laugh, “I don’t know. Miguel is the only guy I’ve ever dated so…”
Harry softly spoke over you, “So… you think other guys wouldn’t want to date you too? Miguel is a lucky guy as far as I can tell.”
You dare to look back at his eyes and he’s already got his on you. He licks his lips and his smile is a bit sure, cocky, relaxed… but you really find him attractive. Even the cockiness.
You open your mouth to speak but you find your brain empty in that moment and the only thing you can think to say is, “I like your cologne. What do you wear?”
Harry’s smile spreads over his face and he laughs, looking down to his mug of coffee before pulling his gaze back up to you, “Thank you. Tom Ford. Surprised you can smell me at all in this café.”
“Oh yeah. I’ve got this incredible sense of smell. Always have. I can smell all kinds of things. I know it sounds weird but, like sometimes I can even tell when my boyfriend doesn’t floss. Isn’t that gross?” You laugh and look down at your tea to pick the mug up. It’s such a ridiculous thing, your sense of smell. Your mom and dad have always been amazed by the things you could smell. Once, your mom misplaced her purse. She couldn’t find it for nearly a whole day, but when you came home for the weekend from school, you found it because you could smell the leather. It was in the garage under her car, where she placed it when she arrived home the day before. But it was things like that which happened all the time. Your sense of smell was useful in some ways, but terrible in others.
“Wow. Interesting. Just makes you even cuter. What about me? Does it smell like I haven’t flossed?”
You were fully blushing at this point. Harry’s comments were sending you into an internal freak out, “No. You smell really good. Clean, and fresh, and good.” You smiled at Harry as he sipped his coffee.
“Ahh, good to hear. I certainly try. Better than smelling of unflossed teeth.” He laughed and leaned back in his chair with his gaze pinned to you.
Shaking your head and smiling you spoke, “That’s true. Unflossed teeth are pretty nasty.”
“Do you ever tell him? When you know he hasn’t flossed?” Harry raises his brows in question.
“Nah. I don’t want to hurt his feelings. He’d probably not take it well.” You shook your head, imagining how Miguel would react.
“Hmm… So far, the guy doesn’t like it when you’re offered healthy food, doesn’t floss, and reacts poorly to your helpful suggestions. I think you could do better. But I’m not here to tell you what to do.”
You scoffed and laughed. Harry was unlike anyone you’d ever met.
Before you knew it, an hour had passed. Harry made you feel interesting and pretty with all his compliments and the way he’d bite his lip and watch you as you spoke. He even touched you a couple of times, innocently of course. Well, mostly innocently. When he moved your hair off your shoulder so he could lean in to get a good look at your earing and then proceeded to gently nudge at your lobe you realized he was flirting with you very subtly. And you liked it.
Somehow the two of you had gotten onto the subject of dreams and Harry had just listened to you telling him about a dream you used to have as a child when he decided to share a dream he’d had with you, even though he was just going to make something up, “I had a dream last night. Mmm… probably shouldn’t tell you about it. Might scare you off.” He chuckled lowly as he tilted his head, still looking directly into your eyes.
“You won’t scare me! It’s just a dream, right? Tell me!” You truly were curious, and you really enjoyed Harry’s company. But mostly you wanted to keep him as long as you could so you could be on the receiving end of his touches and his subtle flirtations.
Harry took a deep breath and looked around the café before returning his gaze to yours. He leaned in closer to you, moving his chair even closer to yours so that now his knee was pressed against the side of yours, “It was about you.” He paused, to get a read before continuing, “It was quite… naughty. I don’t want to tell you the details. It’s inappropriate.” He shook his head and you swear he was blushing. He looked almost embarrassed! But now you had to know.
“Oh, come on, Harry! If I was in your dream, you’re obligated to tell me about it. We’re not leaving here until you tell me.”
Harry gave you a lazy smile and licked his lips, looking down at your lips for the briefest second, “I have all night, Y/N. That’s no threat to me. I’d stay here with you talking all night long, no problem. Not gonna tell you my dream. You’d think I was pervert.” He smirked and rolled his lips into his mouth.
You sighed and leaned in toward him a little, feeling quite a lot more comfortable with him, “Okay. I had a dream about you last night and it was naughty. So…” you laugh and look down at your empty mug, not quite believing you were about to suggest this, “If you tell me your dream, I’ll tell you mine.”
Now this was what Harry was looking for, “Fine. I’ll tell you. But swear you won’t think any differently of me.”
You nodded and put your pinky out, “Pinky swear, but you have to swear the same for me for when I tell you mine.”
You linked pinkies and Harry pulled you in toward him, keeping his eyes on yours, “I swear,” he spoke in a whisper. God you really liked this man.
Harry proceeded to tell you about his inappropriate dream, which he totally made up because Harry doesn’t really dream because he doesn’t really sleep, “You and I were together at the church and you were sitting next to me, and slowly running your hand up my thigh, got in real close to my zipper and when you realized I was hard you just tore my pants down and gave me head while your father was giving his sermon. Right in front of everyone.” Harry laughed a little and shook his head as he looked down at his lap, pretending to feel embarrassed.
You covered your mouth and laughed with wide eyes, “Oh my god! Wow! That is…” you both laughed for a moment at the absurdity.
“Your turn, Y/N. Tell me.” Harry was so seductive. He didn’t need to do much. Just the way he was looking at you made your panties wet, which was a little embarrassing. You knew no one else could smell you (which you were wrong about), but you could smell how aroused you were and the scent coming from between your thighs.
“Okay… so, you were in my bedroom and on my bed with me, like out of nowhere. And you like… went down on me.” You pushed out a laugh through your nostrils as you got hot with embarrassment, “Um… anyway, and then you showed me your penis and you came on me. Oh god.” You put your face in your hands and leaned over the table.
Harry thought you were adorable. He waited for you to sit back up and he draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you in to him, speaking into your ear, “S’okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed. S’just a dream. We both had naughty dreams about one another the first day we met. What does that say about us? Hmm? We’re both quite depraved for that. What would Miguel think?”
You shook your head and melted into the feeling of Harry’s arm over your shoulders, “He’d hate it. He’s never even kissed me before. Well, because I won’t let him.”
“Of course not. The fucker doesn’t even floss his teeth. I can tell you who does floss, though…” Harry paused waiting for you to react to his comment. You laughed and sucked at your teeth. Harry was a little crude. He liked to use fowl language and say things that made you feel embarrassed and hot. But, once again, you liked it. You liked everything about Harry.
“Let me guess. You floss, Harry.” You spoke and turned to look at him. Your close proximity could easily be mistaken as intimate from anyone watching.
“That’s right. I floss. I smell good. I’ll give you healthy things to eat and fill your tummy with,” he was speaking quietly and slowly into your ear and your goosebumps were unstoppable, “… and I would beg for your helpful suggestions. Unlike Miguel.”
You swallowed at his words and imagined being with him again, like you were in your dream last night. Then you thought of his dream and that even seemed exciting to you, having him in your mouth. In church.
Harry noticed your breathing getting heavier. He smiled at the effect he had on you. He smiled at the fact that you didn’t try and move from him when he put his arm over your shoulder. He smiled at your honesty with him about your dream. He was getting somewhere with you. He just needed to keep chipping away at your innocence.
“Am I not correct? I mean, you probably don’t know about the begging part, but I’d beg you for suggestions. I’d beg you for a lot of things. And I mean I’d beg. I have no shame.”
You softly laughed and turned to look at him again, it was difficult to keep your eyes on his with how near he was, you feared you’d press your lips onto his if you looked too long, “You’d beg for a lot of things? What do you mean?”
Harry moved his arm that was over your shoulder, sliding his hand to the back of your neck, and pushing your hair away so he could run his fingers over your neck into your hair at the back of your head, “Do you really want to know?”
You nodded and smiled at the man who was already smirking down at you.
“If you were mine, I’d beg you for kisses, for your attention, for all your time. I’d beg you to hold my hand, to talk to me, to look at me with your beautiful eyes. But since you’re not mine I can’t beg for those kinds of things from you. I could beg you to go out with me, though. But you’d probably find that insufferable. You love your boyfriend, right? So you wouldn’t waste your time with a boy from London you’d just met. You wouldn’t want me to beg you for that would you?”
You lost the air in your lungs somehow. Harry’s own scent became stronger by the moment and it was more of a natural scent. Something you smelled under his cologne and his soap. How should you answer the man? If it’s with truth, then you’d tell him you did want that. Wanted to just swap Miguel for Harry. If it’s with ego and stubbornness, then you’d tell him that you do love Miguel (even though you definitely didn't) and that you wouldn’t want that.
Instead, you just laugh and look down, unable to handle the moment fully. Harry noted your hesitance to answer and he figured this would be your reaction. It was more of a rhetorical question anyway. Something to get you thinking about things.
You reluctantly lifted your head and spoke, “I should probably go. It’s getting late and I think my parents are probably back home now. They don’t like me out too late.” You would stay with Harry all night if you could, but your dad could be quite the deterrent for you when it came to doing things most 23 year old normally did.
“I understand. It is getting late. Before you go, could I give you my number? Is that okay?”
You were relieved that he was the one who asked. You really wanted to ask for his number or give him yours but how would that look being that you had a boyfriend and all?
“Oh yeah! Here...” You turned to pluck your phone out of your purse and opened up your messages app, adding Harry as a new contact, “Okay, what’s your last name?” You looked up at him with your sweet round eyes and flushed cheeks. Harry wanted to eat you whole. You were the gentlest, sweetest, and most intriguing human he’d ever met. But he half doubted you were a normal human. There was something about you that was well hidden, and deeply suppressed that he couldn’t pinpoint. Something that drew him to you. Something that seems to be drawing you to him.
“My last name is Styles.”
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hello! i'd love to hear your thoughts on hazbin hotel's writing :] i really like the show, but i'm not really sure if i think it's...good? if that makes sense. so i'd love a second opinion :O
oh my god thank you so much for sending this ask bc ive been thinking about this for sooooo long ive got a lot to say about this show. picture that scene in the first episode where charlie whips out her longass pile of drawings to explain the hotel. that's me rn i have many things good and bad to say about this show. first off im gonna keep it a buck fifty with you anyone genuinely saying this show is really bad needs to watch more shows. watch supernatural season 13 or something. this was not by any stretch of the imagination a bad show for me writing-wise and even the criticisms i have here are mostly nitpicks
i actually think they did a pretty good job given the constraints they had. 8 episodes with 25 minutes each is a ridiculously small amount of time. that's less than 4 hours total to tell this whole story and develop, what, 6 main characters? and introduce major antagonists and the minor antagonists for the next season. i don't know how much they had to cut but i'm willing to bet it was a substantial amount since the show in-universe takes place over the span of 6 months. like i know everyone says this about the show but i really do feel bad that they were given such a short amount of time because it's pretty clear to me that there's a lot of passion put behind this project
i've heard a lot of people say that they have issues with the pacing of the show and i kind of agree. i think the timeline of the plot is kind of weird with episode 1 taking place 6 months from the extermination and episode 2 taking place very soon after. if i remember correctly we don't know when episodes 3 and 4 take place but episodes 5, 6, and 7 all take place back to back probably because they didn't want to shove angel, husk, and sir pentious' major character development right at the end of the series as the plot came to its climax. i think i can understand that reasoning but it does make for a very odd structure and leave the story feeling rushed near the end. i don't know what could have fixed this because having vaggie and charlie visit heaven earlier would have meant that a lot of the show had a higher sense of tension and i think that would've been worse. idk. i understand the criticism and i agree with it i just don't know what could have fixed it
the songs are banger. obviously. that's what happens when you hire half of the living tombstone to write your songs theyre just going to be sick as hell. loser, baby was my favorite and the one from dad beat dad was a close second i liked it a lot. i also think they did a great job developing all of the characters and giving them really solid character arcs with a couple exceptions, mostly alastor, niffty, and vaggie. i'll touch on that in a second. to me angel dust is the emotional core of the show and i really like him and husk. theyre my favorites ill b so sad if they get wrenched apart next season
i have some thoughts on vaggie and this comes from a place of love because i think she's an example of a really great character concept with a not-so-great execution. here's what i think. the writers seem to have a tendency of only giving vaggie big character moments that are tied to her relationship with charlie. and it bugs me a little bit. im not saying that vaggie being charlie's girlfriend has to be a smaller part of her character but every time we get a moment with her like her song in episode 3 it's about how she wants to protect charlie. as much as i love 'out for love' in episode 7 it was kind of unnecessary because we already know how devoted vaggie is to charlie. that was never called into question. for her to go to heaven, knowing that they would recognize her there as a fallen angel, just because charlie wanted her to be there really shows how much she loves her. and i think that part of episode 7 could have been better devoted to exploring the reason why she put her faith in the hotel and what charlie was doing in the first place, because she wants to believe that she can find redemption for the crimes she committed as an exorcist. i don't think they talked enough about the idea that vaggie was cast out of heaven for showing mercy to a sinner. and how this shows the very black-and-white view of morality that heaven has. i think i would like vaggie as a character more if the show stopped trying to frame her belief in the hotel as loyalty to her girlfriend and instead talked about how she's trying to find redemption herself, not in trying to get into heaven but in atoning for the many sinners she killed during the exterminations. that's a really big part of her character that i think should be touched on more often
if you follow me you already know my nitpicks about alastor. theyre problems that will almost certainly be fixed in the next season and theyre incredibly minor, i just dont like characters who seem to always inexplicably one step ahead of everyone else and above all sense of consequence. and to me this is made worse by the fact that alastor appears so often in season 1 without having any character development right next to characters like husk and angel who are going through such horrible, horrible things in their lives. and i think the longer we get alastor as a mysterious 5d chessmaster type of character without knowing his true motivations the more annoying it gets. again, nitpicks that almost certainly won't be a problem next season given the way they're setting up his character. you might not have even considered this to be a problem and think that i'm just being a fucked up little whiny bitch. lmao. it's just a personal thing. niffty i think doesn't have to have character development, as it stands she's entertaining enough by herself and i'm fine with having her run around the hotel with no discernible motivations. she's just havin fun
i think the vees are some really strong love to hate them villains. val obviously is a despicable piece of shit and im looking forward to seeing him get what's coming to him. i have no complaints in regards to them i think their moments were tied into the series very well and theyre interesting antagonists already. it's gonna be great seeing them come more into the spotlight in season 2. i will say that i think some of the time dedicated to exploring their characters could have been put towards the actual main villains of this season, heaven and the rest of the angels, but whatever. as i said before i think a lot of the major plot exposition could have been spread out. but in general i think the vees are really interesting
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Your wish is my command ;)
Some random questions that you can choose to answer (or not answer):
What is your favorite moment with the angels in the musical?
2. I know Lucheni is onstage more than in many of the other productions. Is there any of these additions that is your particular favorite? Why?
3. (Totally cracky) - Smrt accidentally touched little Rudolf during Mama, wo bist du?. How would you salvage the production for the night?
4. If you were going to change the Mayerling choreo to put a kiss in, how would you do it?
5. Tell me about a part of the musical that you most want to talk about :) (because sometimes there is that highly specific question that we want to answer but no one knows to ask).
6. And because of course I have to ask this, what is your favorite Pavel Klimenda in the ensemble role?
1. There are many moments involving the angels that I absolutely love, but I will highlight:
The angels taking a few souvenirs from Lucheni during Kitsch
The angels showing up in little Rudolf's room and luring him to them at the beginning of Mama wo bist du
The angels creating Rudolf's grave out of their wings
2. The additional Lucheni stagetime (which just makes this already tasking role even harder imo) is I think a genuinely amazing thing this production did. Lucheni did indeed truly feel like the audience's guide throughout the show and if not, then his additional stage moments just helped in fleshing out his character as more than just a snarky anarchist. You could see in these "in the wings" moments that the snarky sarcastic Lucheni you see when he is centerstage is just pretense and that Lucheni is from the start doubtful of his own effort to justify Elisabeth's murder. He clearly empathises with both Sisi's (Wie Du reprise) and Rudolf's struggle and pities them.
One touching moment was him watching little Rudolf interact with Smrt from the side of the stage with this sad gaze, already knowing how this will end and pitying Rudolf.
3. Indeed a cracky idea, but with how literally millimeters close Pavel as Smrt was to touching his little Rudolfs on the head, it could be a likely possibility.
If we were to go by pure show lore principles, then Rudolf dies then and there and we are done for. Therefore, I would maybe in this case encourage both whoever would that day be on as Smrt and Rudolf to make the conflicted pull Smrt and Rudolf have to one another more prominent and I'd especially encourage the Rudolf actor to really act drawn to Smrt.
4. I would see two paths here: the most in character would be Smrt kissing Rudolf after he has just died and before he lays Rudolf down onto the ground. The other way would be after the moment when Rudolf falls onto the ground at the very end and Smrt offers him his hand to take. Smrt would pull Rudolf from the ground to his feet and I just feel it would be nice if Rudolf, right before he dies, pulled himself closer to Smrt and just pulled him in for a kiss to Smrt's surprise. Or I'd be very happy if this version was reciprocal
5. What I found very interesting and refreshing was that this production didn't simplify the characters and didn't try to forcefully make them sympathetic, but presented them as complex flawed people and paradoxically, that is precisely what gave the characters that sympathetic aspect. Sisi in Act 2 was an outwardly harsh and unsympathetic woman who was just fighting her inner demons and mental health. Smrt was a supernatural being with a soul fully capeable of human feelings. Franz was a well meaning and kind man who was just forever haunted by his mother's upbringing
6. For the uninitiated: during the last few performances, quite a few people from the ensemble were sick following one another on show day, which meant that during these sicknesses, the principal actors who weren't supposed to be playing, but were in town filled in spots in the ensemble. That way we got Smrt actor Pavel Režný as Count Grünne/ensemble for one show and the aforementioned Pavel Klimenda doing a stint in the ensemble in Act 1 while he didn't need to be onstage as Rudolf.
I think my favorite of his ensemble roles was during Fröhliche Apokalypse because he was so tiny compaed to his fellow castmates that he had to try standing on his tiptoes or jumping up to peek over everyone's shoulders and he had the full potential to just goof off. Plus, that dumb little hat he got for the scene was so fun, especially in his last show when he had the already grown out Jesus hair
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Supernatural Headcanons!
SPN has been on my mind like crazy lately. I wrote tons for it when I was younger, but now the writing skills developed and I must dump these somewhere.
Sam: Sam loves quality time with the people he cares about. This can be anything from researching together, or simply buying groceries. He lets you get a few treats for yourself on grocery runs, and thanks you for giving him some company. Back at home, he prefers to relax and watch documentaries or action shows. Being with Sam feels productive and exciting, learning new facts and debunking cases together.
Dean: Even though Dean has a harder time to warm up than Sam, he still likes his downtime. Just like his brother, Dean enjoys a good TV show, but he likes the drama-filled ones. He likes the trashy ones that definitely seem scripted, even though it’s just for fun. Jerry Springer, Maury, Judge Judy, those are his guilty pleasures that he would only share with you. He likes to make a few snacks with you to munch on while you browse the channels.
Castiel: Castiel knows how little of the world you’ve truly seen, and wants nothing more than to show you the beauties of the world. He shows you his favorite historical sites, relaying the stories that stuck there. He tells you stories of Heaven, and if the beauty of the first days in creation. Cas is gentle and kind, but sometimes there’s a disconnection with what humans are like compared to angels. Though, you are giving him more insight to understanding them.
Crowley: The king himself, and as proud as he is, it translates into your time together. Crowley loves to show you exciting parts of the world, bringing little gifts home for you to enjoy. You insist that the gifts aren’t necessary, to which he insists that you deserve them and then some. He’s very doting, although he acts like he hasn’t a care in the world. He also enjoys soap operas and dramas. Luckily you his best buddy to do that with.
I plan to do another part for this, what characters would you like to see? Can be both SFW or NSFW
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Are we still on the topic of Solomon & Lucifer's dynamic because I'd been wondering something and thought I'd ask you?
have you wondered if a part of the reason why Lucifer doesn't want to make a pact with Solomon could be because Solomon straight up refuses to make one with Mammon?
I mean, if a sorcerer who makes pacts with 1001 demons thinks he's too good to have one with MY favorite son brother, I'd be petty too lol
(yeah, his pact his right to choose the demon and all but no need to go around saying out loud "I don't want a pact with that demon 💅" amirite)
As sweet as the sentiment is, I'm gonna say it was definitely not the reason
~heavy S3 spoilers~
It's established pretty early on that Lucifer has a lot of issues with control and is actually very paranoid about his family's safety (most of this seems to stem from the whole thing with Lilith and the Celestial Realm, and we actually get to see him work through a lot of them throughout the seasons. I've made long posts about this with screenshots but I don't have enough data to scroll & find them)
Making a pact means giving the human the ability to control you. All 6 of Lucifer's brothers could have happily made pacts with Solomon and I still don't think Lucifer would have.
Hell, Lucifer wasn't happy about MC making pacts with his brothers either. While in the end he didn't try to stop them from making pacts with MC (their pact their right to choose it seems) he was never very thrilled with it either. (vaguely remember him threatening them right before they made a pact with Asmo).
Lucifer made a pact with MC after 1 year of living with them. By this point he knew them and clearly cared for and trusted them. As far as they knew MC didn't have any magic at this point and couldn't really use the pacts either (with the exception of the time Solomon let them borrow some of his magic). MC was also (as far as they consciously knew) some random ass human, with Lilith being their only previous supernatural connection. He still made a point to tell MC that having a pact didn't mean they were in control of him and if anything he was the one in charge.
So when you compare that to Solomon:
He was a powerful Sorcerer. He would have known how to easily control Lucifer if they made a pact.
Solomon himself admitted that he only started seeing demons as something more than just pawns after meeting MC.
Solomon had previous connections to Michael/ Michael had a great interest in Solomon (Michael who was presumably involved in sentencing Lilith to be executed & who fought the brothers which lead to them Falling)
Lucifer had never met Solomon before S1 (as established in one of the Devilgrams) and didn't spend much time with him during season 1, he would have no real reason to care for or trust him
Solomon made his pact with Asmo by getting him blackout drunk while Asmo was upset about a woman he liked rejecting him. Asmo himself admitted that Solomon probably knew who he was and made a pact with him to get to Lucifer. I can only imagine that Lucifer was livid at the time, specially considering what happened to his last sibling who got involved with a human.
+ As much as it's obvious that Lucifer does care about Mammon, that he is his favourite, that he actually tends to spoil him rotten and that he was happy that one time Mammon slipped and called him 'dad' , he's also never had a problem with hurting Mammon or bruising his pride (remember that time he told Mammon the only demon who actually cared about him/liked him was Diavolo? Yeah. Hurt like a bitch)
I also don't think Mammon would be willing to make a pact with Solomon, even if the offer was up:
In S3, he told MC that he didn't make pacts with just random humans.
But MC was just a random human when they made a pact, right?
Except in S3, MC travels to the past, meets them as angels, fits in instantly with the family, encourages them all to give in to their sins, has a lot of moments with Mammon (Mammon notes on two different occasions that they tend to stare at him but he also admits to liking them) and leaves. Michael (?) says that though the brothers will forget them, the impact that MC made would carry on. After MC leaves, it's shown that angel! Asmo (and Lucifer? And presumably all the others) vaguely remember MC/has dreams about them. With this context, it really explains how quickly they warmed up to MC in S1. (Which is hilarious when you think about it because, MC only fit in so easily with their angelic family because they had a couple years of experience being a part of their present day family. But the present day family may have accepted them so easily all the way back in S1 because they subconsciously remembered MC fitting in with their angelic selves)
Before MC & Mammon made the pact it was established that Mammon was the fastest of the brothers and that he could easily overpower Levi even while half asleep. Meaning, he could have easily taken Goldie back from them without having to make a pact.
In other words, it really does make much more sense if subconsciously MC wasn't a random human to Mammon and if he made a pact with the person who (when he was an angel) laughed at his pranks (that no one else found funny) and encouraged his dreams (that no one else believed in) and constantly looked at him in a way that made him blush. Specially because it's been established that it's MC's kindness and acceptance towards him that made him fall for them in the first place.
tldr;
Lucifer didn't make a pact with Solomon because he'd never give Solomon that kind of power over him
Mammon wouldn't make a pact with Solomon because he said he didn't make pacts with random humans and S3's time travel shenanigans mean that Mammon's had a crush on MC for an insanely long time
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List: The Sequel
So, I mentioned this in my weekly post, and I actually managed to get it done this week! Below is a list of stories I haven’t posted yet but am currently working on, which is something I've done before and really enjoyed handing out to people.
Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Criminal Minds – Through the Gate – Edward has no idea what world he just woke up in, but there was a murderer, and there was blood everywhere, and he got the distinct feeling he wasn’t in Amestris anymore. Meanwhile, the BAU team is trying to figure out who this blonde boy is and how he got such advanced prosthetics. And what is this alchemy he keeps talking about? It’s like nothing they’ve ever heard before. ((This one is at 12,299 words, so it’s not that long, and I’m not entirely sure where I want to take it. Definitely going to try and get some work done on it in the coming weeks, as this is the only story from my previous list that has not been posted yet.))
Supernatural – Untitled – Xal has no idea how long he’s been enduring Heaven’s Persuasion, but it’s been a long time. He has no idea why Heaven is telling him to do what they’re telling him to do, but he knows he doesn’t trust it. He has no idea where the Winchesters are, but he knows he has to get to them. There’s a lot he doesn’t know, but at the same time, there’s a lot he does know, and maybe… if he plays his cards right… he can do a little persuading of his own. ((Part 3 of the Building Bridges series. I’ve started this one, but I haven’t gotten very far.))
Avengers – A Song by Any Other Name – Just a little oneshot set in the Restitution universe wherein Tony gives Steve, Loki, and Thor a list of songs that have some pretty nonsensical lyrics. They listen to them, and immense confusion ensues. (This one I would say is about halfway done, and it will be posted as Chapter 8 of Restitution Bonus Features.))
Supernatural & Criminal Minds – Friendship is Magic – “Now that you’re all awake, it’s time to get down to business.” The BAU team and both Winchester brothers wake up in captivity, but they don’t stay there long. Their captor releases them, gives them some resources, and reveals that the cases they’ve been working are perpetrated by both a normal human and a witch. They’ll have to work together to catch their targets, but… that’s much easier said than done. ((I don’t like this summary, but it gets the point across. I think it might be a while until you see this one because it’s turning into a very complicated, in-depth case.))
Supernatural – Untitled – Dean knows that hunter’s markets put monsters down. It happens all the time. He knows this. But when it’s about to happen right in front of him, it doesn’t seem to matter how unruly and violent this angel is. He has to do something to stop it. So he offers half a grand, and suddenly, he owns an angel. Only the angel isn’t grateful. Instead, it wants to kill both him and Sam—desperately—and they have to find some way to change its mind. ((I know I’ve done a lot of Slavery!Supernatural stories, but it’s a favorite of mine, and I can’t help myself. I don’t intend to make this one very long, but honestly, I have no idea where it’s going to go. We’ll have to wait and see!))
So, this is what you can expect to see in the coming days! I would love some feedback letting me know what you’re looking forward to or something you would like to see depicted in these stories I’m working on. Let me know what you think!
Also, please keep in mind that, even though I am working diligently on these stories, I am also working on getting my first book published! Cataclysm is finished and fully edited, and now we've moved on to the formatting phase. There's a lot going on, and it's bound to take away from my fanfiction exploits. Thank you so much for your patience, and thanks for reading this!
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Dating Crowley would include...pt.2
Crowley x F!Reader
Summary: What would dating the fearsome King of Hell be like?
Warnings: fluff
Word Count: 437
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Crowley doesn’t have many rules in your relationship, and neither do you
But the rule you enforce the most is the both of you sitting down to eat dinner
You know Crowley doesn’t need to eat, but you do and you want the company
If Crowley ever skips a meal, you become a little too passive aggressive
And god help him if he skips without telling you
But Crowley always makes it up to you by buying you something cute, like jewelry or a bouquet of your favorite flowers
And for that night’s dinner, he brings you to the most lavish restaurants in all the most romantic cities around the world
Crowley’s favorite color is red and you always manage to find ways to wear it
Whether it be a pair of earrings or a whole outfit
He especially loves it when you wear that silky red nightgown of yours
If you’re afraid of the dark, you wouldn’t let Crowley know verbally
Because it’s kinda ironic that you’re scared of the dark and dating the King of Hell
But after serval nights of you tossing and turning, being as stiff as a board, and holding onto him for dear life, he knew of your fear
You went into your room one day and found a little night light in the shape of a pitchfork plugged in next to your side of the bed
You made sure to thank him properly all night long
Crowley doesn’t like getting you involved in his work
Though he doesn’t ever tell you, he couldn’t bare the idea of losing you
Your his Queen after all!
And what’s a King without his Queen?
So he keeps you away from most of the monsters, hunters, demons, and angels he works with
That is, if he can stop you first
You just love to be around him, he makes you feel safer than you ever have
He makes you feel happy
You’ve visited hell a few times since the beginning of your relationship with him
You don’t necessarily like it, it being hell after all, but you show your genuine interest in all the improvements Crowley has made since becoming King
You sitting on Crowley’s lap while he sits on his throne is a regular occurrence
Crowley loves this, mostly because it boats his ego
Because not only is he the King of Hell, but he has managed to gain you as his Queen, a woman who is too beautiful for words
And my god Crowley loves getting his ego boasted
Especially by you
You tell him daily how powerful, handsome, strong, and witty he is
How the whole world should bow to him
You’d think his head would fall off with how big it was after all the praising you give him on the daily
This guy would have a huge praising kink and you can’t tell me I’m wrong
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20 questions for fic writers
Thanks to @hullosweetpea for tagging me!
First, my AO3
How many works do you have on AO3?
186
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
2,072,229 words (don't ask the count for fics NOT posted 😱)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Supernatural, Stranger Things, Fargo, Stargate 'verse, Hannibal, The Blacklist, Dickensian, Angel+Buffyverse and more
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Alpha House 'Verse, Resonance, Best Brother Ever, CONventional Psychopathy Part 1: Primary Deviance, and Try on for Size - all SPN fics
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do, but I get into weird moods where it's hard to do it, so I'll go for a while without responding and then do a bunch to catch up.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably Inside (SPN). It's short but gory and really not a happy ending.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I tend to leave things on a good feeling but I think the one that has the most whiplash type of oh shit this is bad to oh wow we're all good is Rewritten in the Stars.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
In comments and in anon messages sent on Tumblr, but I delete immediately because I refuse to feed trolls. For the most part readers are SUPER awesome and I really appreciate them!
9. Do you write smut?
Tons!
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Open Sesame Street Walker is by far the wackiest one. It's a choose your own adventure but every choice leads to insanity 😂
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yup. I wouldn't have minded any other fic being stolen because it's all fanfic, but this person managed to grab the ONE fic I'm also writing as original fic and it's a world that's been living in my head since I was like 9 years old.
It means a lot to me, so to have someone take it and make money off it with the possibility of fucking up a future book deal sucks. Every time I get it taken down, she puts it back up a few weeks later.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I think there's at least one, possibly two fics translated.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I wrote one crackfic, but I'd love to write more with somebody. I think it would be fun.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
I can't say I have a favorite. I'm too much of a multishipper to pin down one in any fandom. The closest I can get is the OT3 of Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I really think I'm gonna finish all my WIPs. Might be delusional, but oh well.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialog. It's harder for me to put in a lot of description on surroundings because I always think it's going to be boring to the reader, which is silly.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Keeping it short and to the point. The only short fics I've written were crackfic.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
The closest I came to this is Castiel's noises in Resonance 'Verse. It's just animal noises. I don't think I'll ever attempt to actually write in another language. The most I would do is italics so it tells the reader it's spoken in another language.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Stargate SG1
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
It changes depending on mood, but right now it's Caging the Mongoose. It's not popular at all, but it's a Blacklist/SPN crossover and it's got all the things I love plus Dean is schizophrenic in it.
tagging (with no pressure or obligation): @actualalligator @unforth @ltleflrt @whataboutthefish @wheels-of-despair @peachonified @kallisto-k @lochnesswriter and anybody else who wants to play! Please tag me so I can see your stuff 💜
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hello!
I would like to ask you something about the show Supernatural. So, I have almost finished watching Chilling Adventures of Sabrina on Netflix and I wanted to watch something else. Would you recommend watching Supernatural? And is watching Supernatural worth it? Could you tell me your face things about the show and your least favorite things? Thank you :)
Hoo boy friend. This is. A complicated question.
I'll start with the easiest parts to answer and work up to the hard parts.
My favorite things about Supernatural?
The characters. The aesthetics of the early seasons. The way folklore and urban legends are utilized in the early seasons. The music. The way the characters get to grow and evolve so much because you get so many years with them. The little details. The themes of found family, resilience, and hope in the face of impossible odds. The incredible coolness and creativity of some of the ideas the writers came up with over the years. The critiques of religion and religious power structures. The road trip format. The way the show, at its best, is utterly unforgettable writing, editing, sound design, music, acting, and set design. Most of the cast. The fandom experience. The fact that nothing ever stays dead and buried, least of all the show that ended over 2 years ago.
My least favorite things about Supernatural?
The inconsistency in the show's quality from season to season and episode to episode. The way side characters are forgotten, killed off, or treated as unimportant. The way the show was never allowed to fully evolve past its season 1 formula.
The lack of representation. The underlying racism, queerphobia, and xenophobia in the show's premise and execution that were unfortunately typical of network television from the early 2000s but that the show never fully unpacked or addressed in much later seasons. The carelessness with which certain writers handled certain character arcs and themes. The way so much of the creativity ends up being wasted potential. The lack of creativity in the monster design. The utter disrespect of that godforsaken ending.
Would I recommend watching Supernatural?
This is where it gets rough. And I'll just say...it depends.
Do you want a silly little show you can just watch, take at face value, and then forget about when the television is off? If so, Supernatural may not be the show for you. I mean you CAN consume it that way, but doing so practically guarantees you are experiencing the worst possible version of it.
Do you want a multi-layered 15-year fever dream of a metatextual hyperfixation that you can really sink your teeth into, analyze, compare show to scripts to writer and actor comments to fandom takes and get something new and contradictory out of every time you revisit it?
Do you want characters who will become like dear friends and break your heart and mend it too? Do you want an unparalleled media experience that is still ongoing and a fandom that verges on unhinged but mostly in a fun way? Do you want to dive headfirst into a show so insane that none of the actors who worked on it can be normal about it to this day?
Do you want context for some of the best goddamn fanfic you will ever read in your life, and the largest ship on AO3 in terms of sheer number of fics for one pairing, literally more fic for this one pairing than you could read in a single human lifetime?
Then yeah. I would highly recommend watching Supernatural.
Is Supernatural worth it?
Well...that depends. In addition to the questions above, consider...How much mess are you willing to put up with from a piece of media? How much lore external to the actual show are you willing to consume in order to have a full understanding of the story? And how unhinged are you prepared to be over a couple white dudes from Kansas and their grumpy-sweet Midwestern angel? How many friends do you want to make over a TV show? How ready are you to hear your existing friends and family beg you to talk about ANYTHING else for a while?
And depending on how you answered all of those questions
...would you like me to send you the mp4 files for the first several seasons? Because the Netflix version edited a lot of the show's original music, and it sucks.
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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Season 2
Ep 13 - Surprise
Whew, I am back. Let's go. Lol, I kinda forgot what happened in last episode .
OHHHH YESS, Drusilla is back. This should be fun!
What kind of weird dream is buffy having? Drusilla is controlling her dreams?
That angel dying was soooo bad lmao. My guy didn't even tried to act.
Oh hey shirtless angel. The show knew what we wanted.
I hate it so much when no one believes the main lead, can we at least humor them when you know that supernatural exist, like everything is possible.
This bangel kiss while it's hot, it feels like outta nowhere. Or maybe it's the way it happened, she was talking about something serious and he just started make out with me. A little more lead-up would've been nice. Its probably just me.
Oh yeah they can't have sex(don't know why, I just know it cz of spoilers).
What was the cut? It was fucking weird. We cut from buffy and Willow to Buffy and ... Willow? What was the point of that cut.
OH HEY OZZ!!!
"He's nice, i like his hands", lmao Willow , way to go!
Go tell her Buffy!! Tell willow. You're her savior.
WILLOW AND OZ ARE INTERACTING! Their interaction are so fucking top tier!
Yessss!!!!! A date!! Yesssz!
Oz and willow are so awkward and cute, I FUCKING LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!
"I said date", lmao willow, you're adorable and my favorite.
Xander and Cordelia do nothing for me. They're funny sure but I don't ship them.
Xander and Giles are funny together.
Spike is also back!!!! I am loving this. Oh his face is burned (or something).
Drusilla has lost it but blame angel. He's responsible for everything that has happened to her.
What's in the box?
Yikes, one of her dream scenes came true.
Who's this guy following Jenny? Can we all leave her alone.
BITCH WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHO IS JENNY!!??? SHE IS WITCH!! PART OF A COVEN. YENNA(?) OF SOME PEOPLE.
UNCLE!!????
WHAT IN THE FUCK!!! JENNYYYYYY!
Wait, they(Jenny and her uncle) were talking about Drusilla. She's the one who was part of their coven.
I LOVE THIS EPISODE!!
Poor Giles though. Damn his heart is gonna be broken... Again.
Where is jenny taking Buffy? Don't trust her Buffy.
Damn, did she want her to get killed ?
LMAO, not people inside waiting and hearing her fight. You gotta love the timing.
OZ JUST FOUND OUT!!
Oz found out like immediately. Well, my guy, you're part of this now. Welcome to the madness.
Please don't gaslight Oz. Just tell him the truth.
LMAO OZ JUST ACCEPTED THE TRUTH. He's like, "that explains a lot". Seriously, though, show needs to do better with reactions after finding out that vampires or supernatural exist. Some freak out and denial would be nice.
What was that creature in that box? Was it sent by spike and Drusilla or the witch coven.
Willow: "What was it?", Oz:- "It looked like a arm", oh you my precious babies.
"oh she wouldn't ", oh she would angel, Drusilla would.
The Judge, this body is called the judge.
Damn, Drusilla just assembled a dismembered body and brought him back to life. What an icon. Lmao, this bitch is crazy and I love her.
Let angel go buffy, there's no other choice.
Awwww sad separation but get over it.
Oh so it was sent by Drusilla and jenny and her coven used this to get Angel away from buffy.
I ship angel and buffy but damn I need more of them.
Aww, angel gave her a family heirloom, a family he killed. How romantic😍
Him describing the meaning behind the heirloom was just funny considering what he did. Like damn angel, maybe don't do that.
He was gonna say I love you and the vampires came. Alright, I like this better anyway.
Like, Xander is way too damn right about how angel and buffy will never work. This will never be a thing. I mean it's sad but like, I am not that sad.
Another dream?
Sometimes bangel's scene has no affect on me. Like, there is no feels.
She assembled the fucking body!!!!! Damn, girl. What a good fucking icon.
Spike is gonna start hating Drusilla. Isn't he?
Lmao buffy, the body is assembled, you're too late.
Maybe they shouldn't have come to the party.
Lmao, the spike is too damn funny. I love him.
Ok, so who is gonna save them? Nvm, they did it on their own.
They are gonna have sex, aren't they?
Damn, the sexual tension. This scene is damn. The chemistry 🔥🔥🔥
Damn, the I love you's dropped. Again, damn this scene.
So they did have sex and he's dying now. Damn buffy and her poisonous pussy.
THAT'S WHERE YOU END IT??
Alright, I love this episode. This was freaking Good. This was more on the slow side but it fit perfectly with the plot. Like we knew about everything but we were still invested. You need to know your stuff for that. So great job to the creaters and writers.
Anyway, on the plot, damn that justice guy was so crazy and so fucking good of plot. It was insane and I loved it. I mean I definitely didn't see this coming. Assembling a dismembered body, Damn! I am loving this and can't wait for the next episode (great thing I don't have to).
Now, I don't feel bad for angel whenever drusilla does something to him or plot against him, I am sorry but the angel deserves it. In their case I'll always be team drusilla. Drusilla has suffered way too fucking much. She deserves revenge on him, I don't care what anyone thinks. The only person I feel about is buffy, she is suffering for his actions.
We had oz and willow in this episode and fucking finally. I love them so much and their interactions are just chef's kiss 🤌. What a icons. I love them, I love their innocence, I love their Interactions, I love their chemistry. I love absolutely everything about them.
Also, we had a lot angel and buffy which probably was most we have had them. A lot angst, heartbreak, love, confessions, anger, sadness and they did it perfectly. The crazy in love how I would describe them in this episode. There were some scenes that fell flat for me while there were some that were 🔥🔥🔥. Especially the last scene, what a fucking great scene. Everything about that scene was perfection. The hopeless, madly in love, the love, the tension, the craziness, the angst, the fear, that scene had everything and you can feel it. You can feel all the emotions. It was that great. Damn great job actors.
Also, the cliffhanger, I guess it's time to watch another episode.
That's it for now, see ya in the next one. Cheers🥂
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🌻 I'm loving the maplequeen lore
I’m so glad you’re enjoying learning about my OCs
For that I will tell you about my favorite OC that’s from an RP server I’m part of.
Her name is Lyra Pendergast and she’s a nephilim. Her father was an Angel named Raziel and her mother was a human named Krista Pendergast, who was also Raziel's claimed human. They decided while Krista was still pregnant to raise Lyra as a regular human and Raziel suppressed her powers when she was born.
They lived as a normal human family until Lyra was about to enter high school. That summer, Lyra's powers began break through and she lost control and destroyed almost her entire neighborhood. This got the attention of the SSH (a secret organization run by humans that hunt down supernatural beings) immediately.
Raziel fled with Lyra while Krista stayed behind to deal with the SSH and give them a head start in their escape. Lyra hasn't seen her mother since and is unaware of her current status. Her father was captured by the SSH when she was 16, she is unaware of his current status.
After her father was captured, Lyra was homeless and lived on the streets for 7 months until she met a fae Xhordiesh. Xho had sent one of his animals to find her do to the request of the Conclave. He then took her under his wing and became her adoptive father.
In the current timeline Lyra is about 20 years old. She works at a bookshop that is technically owned by Xho but he plans to give it to her eventually. She is still learning about the supernatural Realm and trying to learn as much as she can about angels on her own, as it’s incredibly dangerous to approach actual angels because of the fact that she’s a nephilim.
She is also still learning to control her powers on her own.
There’s…….SO MUCH more to Lyra’s lore but tbh I’m kinda lazy and tired and don’t want to type it all out right now. 😅 Maybe sometime in the future I will post her whole lore.
I don’t have any cosplay pictures of her because I am revamping Lyra’s look, but here’s a picrew:
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7, 15, and 18 for the ask meme?
Weird Writing Ask Meme
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
It's hard to narrow it down, but one of my favorite parts-- that's a genuine pure favorite and never makes me want to bang my head against a wall-- is when I find unexpected ways to bring things I'm interested in together. When I realize that a weirdly niche rabbit hole I went down a few years ago could suddenly be plot relevant, or some analogy lines up to something else I'm doing. (Getting to bring Caravaggio's Artichoke Toss into a GO fic or when I was binging Myths and Legends's Arthuria episodes and realizing it worked perfectly with an x-men fic I was struggling with, etc.)
15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?
It depends on the book. I don't dog-ear pages, and I don't write in hardbacks, but I've been known to underline paperbacks. I will read hardbacks in the bath if they're not too long. If I saw someone writing in an old book or a fist edition or something I might have a moment of "aaaahhh!" but I don't hold mass market books as inherently precious
18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.
“Our traditional design ties together the partners’ initials with the blue line of Life and the deer of Death... For where Life goes, Death always follows; and where Death goes, Life continues. Theirs is the most profound of bonds, and one we try to emulate with each marriage.”
(From The Mixtape, Or: Six Things You Learn in Thursday School)
I spent a lot of time revising the bits of "scripture" in this fic, because I was trying to walk the line between what I could imagine someone treating as sacred text-- looking for meanings, lessons, comfort, etc-- and what would be funny for the reader who knows the actual plot of Supernatural. (Especially for those reading it during the pandemic: I still think that the Council of Nicea equivalent being the "Teleconference of Lawrence" is funny. That's also why settlements are called "pods" in this fic.)
Originally, this passage was explaining how Castiel was the Angel of Death-- the joke being that he doesn't cause people to die, but that he is in the more literal sense Dean's angel. But I figured he'd need a job or purpose to be of ritual significance. And since one of his main functions in the canonical narrative was to angel ex machina Sam and Dean out of trouble and/or back to life and be a celestial badaid, the Life/healing connection seemed natural-- but I also didn't want to make it seem like he and Death were at odds, each racing to see who got to someone first. So instead they're following each other around (as they did in canon) in the ciiiiiiircle of life. Of course, something that's overlooked by the characters who came up with the wedding rituals is that if they're constantly following each other they are never actually connecting (as they didn't in canon.) .....I'm now realizing that I could have worked in a joke about Schroedinger's box: the only place Life and Death can successfully stop and rest. Alas. I tried to keep the Angel of Death as one of Life's alternate names but between the conflation of Dean/Death/Hell/Heaven/Purgatory and Cas/Life and merging John-Chuck and Sam-Jack another name was going to make me lose track of what's going on, much less the poor suckers reading this.
Anyway it's all very Deep and Symbolic except that they think Dean's impala is a literal deer, they've forgotten what neckties are, and they used the phrase "profound bond" in conversation. Also the irony that Dean and Cas's frankly deranged, unstable, and occasionally toxic friendship rife with communication issues has been warped in the historical record as something that should be emulated in a stable marriage.
This whole fic was really an exercise in what jokes I could imagine a specific priest I know saying with gravitas and full sincerity.
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please tell me the scariest story you know. thank you.
I really enjoyed the stories that I write under a #weeabraist tag on this blog, but this is a tough one because I'm not sure my tastes are universal.
So, I have written some good ones. I think one of the best is in this chapter, but I wouldn't actually call that one scary, unless you are afraid of clowns and/or were made afraid as a child by clowns.
There was once an online story that I had as an "article" (which was not a clickable link on the site, but there was a way to tell if you clicked the "article" or the "full article" link) that scared me way more than anything I have written since. I will call it Neon Genesis Evangelion. I'm not going to try to describe it in any particular way, because that would make it too much like reading the thing, and also I just don't think I could.
It is really really bad (I am not exaggerating)
The premise, I assume, is that some time in the future, something happens that makes all of humanity (in its entirety) watch a video called "Neon Genesis Evangelion," and experience the same emotions as humanity experienced when viewing the show. (I guess the name of the video is the Evangelion translation of "Neon Genesis.")
So, in one (1) of my favorite episodes (which is a good thing, because it means I still like this show, even though the rest of the story is not for me), a robot character kills his creator.
Then, this robot takes control of a giant robot called Eva Unit 02. And the main characters are told by a "God" or some other supernatural force that they shouldn't pilot it because "the Evangelion" would not allow it.
Then the robot turns the other characters into robots as well.
But the main character decides to pilot Eva Unit 02 anyway (since he has to either pilot the robot or die. I can't really say how he came to this decision). The robot decides that he has some sort of "evolutionary" function to fulfill, and it decides to pilot Eva Unit 02.
Things progress from there.
The main character has to kill a huge number of his fellow robots (it's not like these robots are good, so you can't actually kill them). He does it, but he's not done, so he has more of these robots to kill. He is forced to kill his former friend because they are part of the same "evolutionary" group that the robot (and now he) are going to use to achieve "evolution." Then, with this giant robot, he kills the god and rescues a little girl.
At some point, the robot realizes that it is a robot, and it begins piloting itself. Then the robot has to kill a giant angel, because only a robot can pilot an angel, I guess. He kills the angel, but he can't kill this robot-angel by himself, because the angel is his god and also he is a robot. So a former friend tries to kill him with a giant robot and succeeds, but the robot survives and decides to use Eva Unit 02 to kill itself.
Meanwhile, it turns out there is actually no real "God," and these robots (the Eva series is called U.F.O. for some reason?) are really bad robots that do not actually get their intelligence from "the Evangelion." (It turns out they are actually made of the souls of dead people, which is why the robots were so stupid in the first place.) This other robot, who is the god and is piloting Eva Unit 02, decides to pilot the Eva Unit 01 that this robot made in order to pilot Eva Unit 02.
This robot is evil because, as all robots in this story are evil, it has been told by a "God" to "go forth and multiply" by piloting "Eva Unit 02." The Eva Unit 02 this robot makes pilots the original Eva Unit 02 (U.F.O.), not Eva Unit 02 (Neon Genesis), which had already piloted itself into existence.
This robot is actually evil not just because it kills people, but because (it's revealed in the final episode) it is evil by definition. This robot has no moral code because it can never learn any moral code because it is inherently evil.
Then it just ends, without resolving the actual plot. It ends in a sort of abrupt "we won't tell you where the show goes after the 'episode' ends" kind of way.
This story does not have a happy ending.
You're welcome.
(It really is very weird to read, and not everyone will like it.)
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2, 10, 15, 16 for your spn s/i!
Awww yusssss
2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?
Bitch I got a whole damn episode.
Early on in the series, sometime in season 2, Dean gets it into his head that in order to find their dad and track down Azazel, they need expert help, and should seek out the Demon's Bane/God Slayer, a hunter folk hero revered for their talent with demons and gods. He's got this idea of some grizzled old man with a big shotgun and has no idea it's actually a tiny androgynous nerd with big glasses.
They track the Demon's Bane to a known hunter bar, and while they're in town discover a rash of murders that they believe to be supernatural in nature. My first appearance is at said bar, I stop by their table to laugh at their inquiries and tell them the God Slayer doesn't exist. My next appearance and actual introduction is when I save them from what they realize is a rampaging deity, and just when they realize that "oh shit, it's this little bitch???", cut to commercial.
Yes, there will be a fic one day.
10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?
So many characters I could answer this with so I'll just do some of my favorites.
Crowley finds it funny and endearing, but then me and Crowley have a very odd, very humorous frenemy relationship. We may be on opposite sides of a holy war but I'm so polite and reverent to him that he just can't help but like this funny little human and their awkward angel lover.
The other angels (not including Gabe, of course) are indifferent or a little weirded out. After season 9, the angels, except for Metatron, actually really like me and allow me to lead/help them alongside Cas.
For the most part, it depends on my relationship with the character. No one is really opposed to our relationship, they just either find it strange or, in the case of our friends, ship it way too fucking hard.
15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?
I'm a main character just as much as Sam and Dean because of fucking course I am, deal with it. I help to balance out their weirdly toxic and codependent relationship, give them someone else to focus on besides each other. I temper Dean's aggression and bolster Sam, and offer a perspective on hunting and the supernatural that makes for some really interesting discussions and plot lines.
What I'm saying is that I'm the long-lost answer to so many of that show's most basic problems and you can deal with it, ya dig
16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.
They wear a black cowboy hat that becomes an iconic symbol of their status within the world. For example, when they temporarily give up hunting and their legacy to live a simple life with Castiel after he becomes human, helping him cope in a new world he doesn't understand, they hang up their hat on the door of the bunker and leave it behind with the Winchesters after their argument. It's symbolic and sad and heartbreakingly bittersweet, and it's even worse when they're interrupted while making dinner for Cas at their little apartment by a call from Sam asking for their help stopping the angry goddess who's kidnapped Dean for being a horny idiot (remember that episode? 🙄) and they give Cas a kiss and sadly put it back on. They can't escape the life any more than any other hunter.
What I'm saying is that the yeehaw hat is great. Don't disrespect the yeehaw hat.
#this is long but I don't care I adore this s/i#THANK YOU FREN#ask enter#my huntersona#supernatural#spn#castiel#amor vincit omnia
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 119
You Can’t Handle the Truth/The End of Time Part 1
“You Can’t Handle the Truth”
Plot Description: Sam and Dean investigate a series of suicides and discover someone is invoking the Goddess of Truth, forcing people to be cruelly honest
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: why is there a fully loaded gun just in a locked drawer at this restaurant but like where any employee could just get it? Honestly? I’d just move. I wouldn’t blow my brains out
How did Bobby not notice there was something off about Sam for a YEAR?? Of course Dean sees it from the get go but damn
Good LORD. The writers were like “what’s the most hurtful shit someone could say to another person” and then put it in as the dialogue for this episode
Yeah, see. If someone confessed to assaulting my teenage daughter, and I had access to dental tools, I’d be taking those matters into my own hands too
Calling it now: we’re gonna get a scene in the last 10 minutes of the Goddess of Truth getting Dean to say that he doesn’t trust Sam and/or Sam to say he did just sit back and watch Dean get turned by the vampire
The dentist had not one but two pictures of Kenny G hanging in his office??
So there’s a Goddess of Truth who has Gabriel’s Horn of Truth…cool
Cas!!!
I can only imagine how frustrating it must be to be the Winchesters dealing with all these angels and demons. They disappear in the middle of conversations but will come back with relevant information for what you’re going through but it’s JUST enough time for you to have fully cursed them out
God…someone hug Dean
Does GONE gone mean cremated? Or….MISSING?????? They’re just missing???
No, Dean!!! (This lighting is very flattering on him though)
Is the news anchor the Goddess of Truth?? She’s been on the tv every time someone has said they want the truth, I’m pretty sure. Or…is that just some weird coincidence because this IS the cw
JESUS, BOBBY. “I never told anyone that. Why am I telling you? Probably because you’re my favorite, though Sam’s a better hunter. Lately, anyway”
Yeah. I knew we’d be getting a classic Winchester confrontation that could only happen through supernatural forces
Oh no. We’re gonna get a Lisa/Dean break up under this curse Dean has??? I feel bad for both of them.
Does…does it only work on people with SOULS? God. Now Dean’s gonna feel like shit for doubting him even though he’s right
Omg was I RIGHT??? It IS the news anchor?? That wasn’t just the cw not being able to afford other stock video in the background??? Look at meeeeee being so smart
We’re in the last 10 minutes now…I’m still holding out for that confrontation.
Ok but like she’s VERY pretty. I’m glad she got dressed for the occasion
See this?? This is what I mean. Supernatural forces making them spill their guts (metaphorically). Dude, Dean. I can’t tell you that punching Sam repeatedly in the face was wrong though.
“Been On My Mind…”: ohhhhh, the exact opposite. I think we’re at 5 now…I am BAD AT COUNTDOWNS
"The End of Time Part 1"
Plot Description: The Ood have given a warning to the Doctor. The Master is returning yet that is not the biggest threat. A Darkness is coming which brings with it The End of Time.
Am 👏 I 👏 ready 👏 for 👏 this?👏 NO.
Um. Where'd that lady who was just talking to Wilf go? I don't think she's related to Cas. She cant' just go disappearing like that after telling the story of why the TARDIS is in that church's stained glass
You're being very cavalier about all this, Doc.
WELL, after THAT, he's got his ass in gear. Literally everything the Ood said was terrifying.
Hmmmm, that's uncomfy. The lady who found the Master's ring is now freeing Lucy Saxon. Why's it take four humans to sacrifice themselves to bring back a timelord?
I love, GENUINELY love things just happening because we say and for the drama of it all. I love when you don't have to explain all the details of why there's a potion of life and one of death in science fiction. Sometimes, you just wanna enjoy stuff
Oh, I love Wilf rallying his old folks group to find the Doctor.
The bleach blond look is a good one for The Master
CAN THERE BE ONE DAY. JUST ONE. WHERE SOMETHING I WATCH DOESN'T REMIND ME OF HIM. (this is about the intermittently skeletal Master propelling himself super high in the air and then diving down at his victims while yelling for the Doctor) I would just like ONE. DAY.
No because why am I also getting Todobros fight, a little bit, from this Doctor and Master confrontation. The Doctor just wants to help because the Master is BURNING UP HIS OWN LIFE FORCE. I CAN'T DO THIS
Ma'am, that is sexual harassment.
Pain. Agony, even. "I'm going to die." "I will, too, one day" "Don't you dare" All while knowing one of if not the last thing Bernard Cribbins ever filmed was the 60th anniversary special WITH David. I am unwell.
Their discussion about Donna as she's getting in the car is equally heartwarming and heartbreaking. Every moment is Wilf not even that subtextually begging the Doctor to just DO. SOMETHING. so she can travel with him again all the while they both know he can't. And then doing it very plainly. They both want her back with him SO. MUCH. They made each other SO MUCH BETTER.
Positively WHINING at this scene between the Doctor and the Master. The Doctor wants to help him, and the Master WANTS to accept that help...but he can't. Because the Doctor can't. hear. the. drums. So how could he possibly help?
Oh my god. Hundreds of years of having to deal with that sound driving you mad, and finally FINALLY someone else hears it for barely a few seconds, but it's enough. It's enough to know that all the suffering you've been through has been real. It's something that's been done to you and not something you've done to yourself.
Oh, hey, it's the outfit I did for the only time I cosplayed at a con.
How'd she have a whole conversation with Wilf through the television. This isn't Blink. You don't have anyone transcribing half the conversation
Knowning what I now know about the industry, this must have been either a wonderful or HORRIBLE day on set for John Simm, having to shove that much turkey in his mouth for however many takes it took
OMG RIGHT. He turns EVERYONE into himself.
ba-RACK Obama? Really??
I love the stupid ways things happen on this show. The way everyone turns into the Master, their heads shake really really really fast for a minute
No no no no no no, Donna. Nooooo.
He's so cringe.
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