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travellingwiththedead · 12 days

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Ok, watching iwtv s2e2 again and taking notes because everything happening too much:

(Spoilers under read more)

Louis and Armand arguing about who should have made contact first sounds a bit like Louis and his mum arguing about who should have kept in touch, but less angry.

Also Daniel absolutely not buying their domestic bliss charade is hilarious. "Keep selling it"

Ok, on Louis and his photography: How are all your pictures turning out so well? You're taking them at night, free hand, no flash light. I guess for less hurried ones he can, because he's a vampire, just stand very very still, but we see him and Claudia move the camera while taking pictures (or use a way too short exposure time), he's taking pictures on a moving bike. They should all be underexposed or blurry as hell xD

Louis getting nasty when Daniel's questions go places he doesn't like is so good. Three grumpy old men in a penthouse, trying to one up each other.

Love how Claudia is all indecisive about going into Madeleine's shop until someone tells her not to do it, then she immediately goes in. Lestat's daughter, absolutely. They both hear someone say "Lestat/Claudia, no!" and immediately go "Lestat/Claudia yes!" xD

Aaaand now Daniel's hand is shaking again. Guess it's time for another visit from Fareed (give me my mad scientist husbands)

Love Daniel gleefully correcting Rashid (and indirectly Armand) that you're not supposed to be using gloves with old books and documents. Have the writers stolen this from tumblr posts after s1? ;)

Armand, give poor Real Rashid ('it's just Rashid') a raise already xD

Armand, you dramatic shit, making the lights flicker like that when meeting Louis

The whole Theatre part is just so good. Ben Daniels gave his all and he's stealing the show. Standing ovations for this man. (and also wishing him so much strength after the loss of his husband, so sad for him)

The whole Annika scene was so intense, the actress is fantastic.

KP (the MVP of production crumbs) and his little knitted hat ^.^

The whole theatre troop looks so good. And the set is great.

Celeste's "Do American vampiresses all wear pastels?" is giving Morticia Addams xD

Daniel calling it all a telenovela, and making sure to have the fitting background music, is hilarious xD he's right and he should say it

Delainey is so pretty when she smiles. And also once again doing so well.

Roget, what do you know? Also I wanna know what else was in that box, apart from the letter (looks like some kind of deeds or other official documents? maybe money?).

And there Louis goes lashing out again. Vicious.

Hm, not sure where this whole scenes puts the Armand-is-Alice-theory (which I don't subscribe to). Because Louis clearly thinks Alice as an actual person and that he could find her in present day.

Personally I think Daniel remembering 70s Armand here has less to do with Alice and more with Louis now and Armand then using his memories as weapons against him.

I bet Daniel will make them pay for this in the future, he's not just gonna take that. I mean, he sees nothing wrong with slapping a vampire so collecting himself and then striking back even harder would definitely be something he'd do.

the preview for next episode is confusing me. 1576??? But yay for past-Lestat and Nicki ^^

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Fallen Idols: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,811

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“Yahtzee,” Sam grinned.

“What is it?” you asked with your head on Dean’s shoulder as he messed with his laptop. Sam wanted him to do some research, but he was playing an internet game secretly.

“The seeds aren't from around here. In fact, they're not from any tree or plant in the country. They’re from Eastern Europe from a forest in the Balkans, which is not even there anymore. It was chopped down, like, thirty years ago. Apparently, local legend has it that the forest was guarded by a pagan god whose name was Leshi. Um, a mischievous god, could take on infinite forms and feed from his worshipers. He could only be appeased with the blood from his worshippers. It would drain 'em, then stuff their stomachs with the seeds.”

“Okay, so how's he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?” you wondered as you got up from the bed.

“Hm. It's as good a guess as any.”

“Yeah, well, whatever. How do we kill him?” Dean asked the important question.

“Says here to chop off his head with an iron axe.”

“All right. Let's go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton,” he said with the most serious face he could muster up.

Being back at the wax museum was mortifying, but there was a teenage girl’s life on the line. A flashlight was in one hand while you tiptoed through the museum, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Sam and Dean split up in different directions until you heard Sam whistle for you and Dean to join him. Walking over to the tallest Winchester, you noticed two signs on the door which might be where Leshi is. “CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS” and “DANGER DO NOT ENTER” hung on the door. Rolling your eyes, you broke the latch with your magic before entering the place. Dean had the axe ready to use in case Paris Hilton does show up.

The room was decorated to be like a clearing in the woods with a path leading up the middle to a white house with a wax figure of a man in a suit standing on the front porch. Upon entering, you noticed a woman tied to one of the trees, and you knew it must be Danielle. Pushing past the brothers, you barely made it to the girl before the axe in Dean’s hand went flying into the trunk of another nearby tree.

Leshi appeared behind Dean with a wicked smile before punching him multiple times in the face which caused him to crumble to the ground.

“Go help. I got her,” you whispered to Sam who rushed over to help.

Leshi flipped her hair as you worked the girls’ binds. Leshi shoved Sam as hard as she could into the post of the fake house, effectively knocking him out.

“Awesome,” she grinned.

She raised her stiletto-clad foot and stomped on Dean’s face which knocked him out. She finally turned to you with an evil smile.

“I don’t think so,” she declared as she raised her hand to use her powers to send your head flying into the tree that the girl was tied to.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you collapsed in darkness.

The sound of metal sliding against metal is what woke you up. The ground is what you saw first, and you realized from the restraints on your hands was that you were tied just like the young woman. Sam and Dean woke up not too long after you, and Leshi grinned when she realized you three were awake.

“Oh, I'm so glad you're awake for this. This is gonna be huge.”

“Super. Yeah, I wouldn't wanna miss it,” Dean grumbled.

He looked over at you just as your eyes flashed blue to let him know you were going to get the ropes untied before doing the same to his and Sam’s.

“I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately. So, it's nice to do the ritual right. Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change,” she grinned as she filed her nails against the carving knife she had in her hands which was causing sparks.

“Just like the good old days, huh?”

“You have no idea. People adored me. They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces.”

“Yeah, I guess these days nobody gives a flying shit about some backwoods forest god, huh?” Dean snapped, and Leshi stopped filing her nails with a threatening glare.

“No, not since they cut down my forest and built a Yugo plant.”

“March of progress, sister,” he chuckled. Focusing all of your attention to the binds, you felt your magic dance around your wrist as they began to untie the ropes to set you free.

“For years now, I've been wandering, hungry, and scared. Scrounging for scraps. So not sexy. But then, the best thing ever happened. Someone tripped the apocalypse, and I thought, what the hell, I'm tired of watching what I eat. I wanna pig out. So, I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans stroll right in the door.”

“Yeah. But they're not your fans,” Sam tried to reason.

“So? They worship Lincoln, Gandhi, Hilton... whatever. I'll take what I can get.”

“You know, I gotta tell you, you are not the first God we've met, but you are... the nuttiest,” Dean chuckled. Your binds were loose enough so they fell, and you kept your hands where they were to keep up with the illusion that you were still bound before shooting your magic over to Dean’s wrist secretly to have his binds untied.

“No, you, you people, you're the crazy ones. You used to worship Gods. But this? This is what passes for idolatry? Celebrities? What have they got besides small dogs and spray tans? You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly.”

“I don't know, I'm more of a Penthouse Forum man myself,” Dean smirked with a wink as his binds fell to the ground. He kept his hands here as well just as your magic bounced from his wrist to Sam’s.

“Maybe,” she stalked over to Dean, “but... there's still a lot of yummy meat on those bones, boy.”

“Well I hate to break it to you, sister, but, uh... you can't eat me. See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF. I've never even seen House of Wax.”

“No. But I can totally read your mind, Dean. I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?” she smirked and walked over to the axe she threw into the tree earlier. “And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up.”

“Not today, bitch,” you grinned as your eyes flashed a bright blue.

She turned around just as a ball of blue magic hit her square in the face. She stumbled a bit from the impact, and Dean raced at her before tackling her to the ground. The binds on Sam’s wrists snapped, and he wasted no time in rushing over to the axe before yanking it out of the tree. Leshi punched Dean before you sent another ball of magic straight to her chest which knocked her off your boyfriend. She groaned as her healed lolled on the ground seconds before Sam brought the axe down on her neck… again… and again… and again… and then a final time. Her head rolled off to the side as blood poured from her body.

Panting, you looked over at Danielle who moaned in pain. Rushing over to her, you placed your fingers at her neck to search for a pulse. It was barely there, but there nonetheless.

“She’s alive. Barely, but still.”

“Not a word,” Dean groaned as he pointed a finger at his brother who had blood sprayed over half of his face.

“Dude. You just got whaled on by Paris Hilton!”

“Shut up,” Dean groaned in pain.

After the motel was packed and cleaned out, you and the brothers left with your bags slung over your shoulders as Dean hung up the phone.

“That was Sheriff Carnegie. Danielle's gonna be all right. She's sworn off The Simple Life, but other than that, she’s going to be okay.”

“Glad to hear it,” you nodded.

“It gets better. Sheriff's putting out an APB on Paris Hilton. That ought to be good,” he laughed as he took out his keys and opened the trunk of the car. Putting your bags inside with the boys’, Dean sighed as he looked at his brother.

“Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping too tight of a leash on you. Hell, maybe you're right. I mean, look, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal.”

“You didn't know.”

“Yeah, well, neither did you.”

“I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most,” you sighed. Even though you had nothing to do with the apocalypse, you still had guilt for shutting Sam out when he needed you the most.

“I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith.”

“And start the apocalypse.”

“Which neither of us saw coming, I mean, who'd have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing? Point is, I was so worried about watching your every move that I didn't see what it was actually doing to you. So, for that I'm sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you added.

“Thanks,” Sam nodded as Dean closed the trunk.

“So, where do we go from here?” Dean asked.

“The way I see it, we got one shot at surviving this. Maybe I am on deck for the devil, maybe same with you and Michael and Y/N with Amara, maybe there's no changing that. But, we can stop wringing our hands over it. We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting.”

“That we can do,” you grinned.

“Okay. But we're gonna have to do it on the same level.”

“You got it,” Dean agreed. “I say we get the hell outta here.”

“Yes, please,” you nodded. Sam and Dean were about to go their respective ways when Deans topped his brother with a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you wanna drive?” Dean offered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I could, uh... I could use a nap.”

“Hell shot gun!” you grinned before rushing to the front of the car. Both brothers laughed at this before Sam took the keys from his hand. Everyone got into the car before Sam started it and drove off.

“Next time, I’m driving,” you declared.

“Keep dreaming, sweetheart,” Dean grinned teasingly.

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lightscameramagicrp · 5 years

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—RYDER DANIELS

- age: thirty-five - occupation: security guard - species: resurrected - faceclaim: chace crawford

—BACKSTORY

TW Abuse, TW Burns, TW Death, TW Murder

Ryder Daniels was supposed to have it all. He had been born into a rich and loving family and had grown up in the upper one percent. From politicians to lawyers to actors, the Daniels were known for it all. And amongst the supernatural community, his parents were far from quiet about their liberal pro-supernatural views. His father was a witch, while his mother was a human. And even though he took after his mother’s side, he grew up in a world full of magic. His father taught his mother and him spells from making ingredients move on their own while his mother danced around the kitchen, the pair cooking up a storm to casting an illusion that turned the ceiling of his bedroom into a sky full of stars. The stunning little boy with the bright blue eyes didn’t just stand out like a sore thumb amongst a crowd. He was supposed to be someone. But, most of all, he was happy.

His uncle, on the other hand, the younger brother of his father, hated the woman his brother had chosen to marry, was jealous of his sibling’s success, and detested Ryder from the tip of his toes right down the blonde dark curls that grew out of his head. In order to save the family’s ‘reputation’ and help better his own political campaign, Ryder’s uncle decided to teach the Daniels’ a lesson, hiring a hitman to take care of the little boy. And maybe, just maybe, if Ryder had stayed by his parents side and done what he was told, everything might have not ended up the way it did.

The Daniels had just gotten out of a gala in Washington. It was the first time his parents had taken him along to participate in a work related event and the young boy had been having trouble standing around. So, when his family were saying their goodbyes at the front entrance, Ryder strayed from his father’s side. Wandering down the street and around the corner, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face. He ran forward, darting through the street, waving his hands in the air to get their attention.

He could have sworn he saw his Uncle smile back when the shots went off. Everything else from that night was a blur. The newspapers later wrote about the shattering scream that came from the young boy’s mouth after his parents had lunged in front of him to protect him from the shooter. But no one talked about how the paramedics had to rip him away as he nudged his dad’s body, begging for him to wake up. And no one mentioned the black car that disappeared into the night only moments after.

In fact, after that night, people rarely ever mentioned the tragedy that shook Ryder’s whole world. Instead the papers were all about the caring Uncle whom had taken in his nephew in amidst the middle of his campaign. The same caring Uncle who dragged the boy by his ear lobes across the hard marble floors and locked him up in the closet for nights on end. The man who abused Ryder whenever he was around, marking ever inch of his body, except for his face, in hideous burns and scars. And when Ryder got better at his “poor excuse” for magic- the young witch learning how to wear a glamour around himself to hide his scars from view- his caring Uncle marked those two. He’d beat the crap out of Ryder one day and then throw his arm around the boy and tell him to smile at some charity event the next. Always reminding Ryder of how generous he was- taking in the son who cost him his beloved brother’s life.

Especially when he began to capitalize on Ryder through television. His Uncle needed to increase his polls and, by pulling a few strings, and getting Ryder cast in the sitcom called Tonya’s World, he was able to win over the family demographic. And as long as Ryder avoided everyone on set’s touch, under the glamour, the cast, crew and world would be non-the-wiser to the horrible acts the man had inflicted upon the boy. It’s there where he met his first real friend, Natalia Burgess. He played the charming boy-next-door and the two of them slowly became inseparable. Through thick and thin, horrors of the press, and growing up in the public, these two where there for each other. So, when he found out that Trevor Mathis, the father figure on the show, had held Nat down and forced himself upon her, Ryder fought back. He didn’t know what had come over him. Maybe it was the constant years of biting his tongue, putting up with what his Uncle had done to him because in a weird way he felt like he had deserved it, or maybe he just couldn’t stand someone else suffering in his place, but one day after set, he barged into Trevor’s trailer and threw the first punch. He was still just a kid, but he managed to hold his own. Sure, he ended up with another broken rib. But, he managed to at least give Trevor a black eye before the man could.

But what Ryder hadn’t considered was the Trevor was the man his Uncle has persuaded to get him onto the show on the first place. And after what happened, his Uncle wasn’t about to risk Ryder staying on and ruining all the progress he had been making with the press. So, Ryder’s Uncle quickly pulled his nephew from the show.

Before he knew it, Ryder’s life went back to the constant beatings and press tours. Lying awake at night counting down the days until his uncle would take a trip that require him to be left at home. Until the boy turned 18 and was finally able to receive his inheritance. Moving back into his old home, Ryder first set his sights on trying to make a difference. He enrolled in police academy, wanting to protect others so they’d never end up the way he did. But, the longer he spent at his childhood, the less he wanted to leave. The hedge witch discovered the terrifying nightmares and figures he’d see in the shadows when his Uncle used to lock him in the closet wasn’t the guilt of his parents eating at his soul, but mediumship and the more he practiced, the more he was able to call upon them- his parents. He couldn’t bringing them back. But, he could see them. Interact with them. Make Coq au vin in the kitchen as he listened to his mother sing. He hulled himself up in that penthouse, becoming a practically a shut in except for thanksgiving and election season when he’d be called upon by his uncle to pay the man a visit. But, no matter how bad things were with his uncle, he convinced himself that everything was fine. That he was happy even. Because he had to be. Because he had his family back. Even if his parents were far from the colorful people they once were now that their spirits were trapped away with him in his childhood home.

But, once again, fate had other plans. It was annual Supernatural Pride. Ryder rarely left his house. But, his oldest and dearest’s friend was getting married and he wasn’t about to miss it. What he had anticipated to be a short trip in celebration of the happy couple, however, quickly turned into a massacre. One that cost Ryder his life as he dove in front of a shifter to save his friend. The last thing he remembered was watching Nat’s horrified gaze as he hit the pavement. The glamour he always wore falling away to reveal his horribly disfigured corpse. And then? The he was waking up next to a pile of corpses, watching his scarred skin heal in front of his eyes as he tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

At the age of 34, Ryder Daniels had died only to be brought back to life by a witch with necromancy. The now animated corpse quickly realizing that the home he loved so much was no longer that enticing now that he could no longer live there with the ghosts of his parents. That and if Nat and him were going to be bonded, there was no living miles away from her in his own secluded hideaway for him. Now Ryder is trying to start over. With no more glamours and no more safety net, Ryder is taking some security shifts at LCM Studios as he tries to get a handle on what being part-of-the-living dead will now mean for him.

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