Ever since he’d gotten Dean back from that other Michael, killed that damn bastard who had DARED to hurt his brother like this.. All he could think about constantly was Gabriel’s face as the other twisted version of Michael ran him through, how Dean had to forcibly drag him through the portal because he DESPERATELY didn’t want to leave him behind.

He could still hear his screams.

Castiel was at the bunker watching over Dean as he recovered from being possessed by Michael for weeks, and ultimately the damage it might’ve caused. The younger Winchester, stricken with GRIEF- He was going to try to bring him back. If he really was dead- He swore he’d drag him out of the Empty his damn self. When he’d been cleaning Gabriel up after they’d RECOVERED him from Asmodeus- He had helped him with his wings. He had.. kept the feathers that had came off. He found himself in an old, abandoned warehouse, impala parked outside, MILES from any other people in case it went wrong.

He had a ceremonial bowl, and some other important ingredients- The key ones being the archangels feathers, a few very old herbs, that were damn hard to get his hands on- But he’d managed it, with Rowena’s help; he also had Gabriel’s archangel blade, the blood of an angel, and he had an old spell book laid out in front of him, as well as the bowl of blood. He laid out a ring of holy oil and lit it, just in case it summoned someone- SOMETHING else holy, dangerous.

He rolled up his sleeves, painting the sigils on exposed skin in angel blood. He placed the feathers and herbs in the bowl, picking up the archangel blade. He carved the sigils of the horn of Gabriel into his palm with the blade, DRIPPING his blood into the bowl. He muttered the summoning in ancient enochian, the symbols on his skin glowering bright blue, hazel Green eyes glowering a brilliant flaming color.

“I summon thee, archangel Gabriel, from beyond the Empty; hear my words and heed my cries! Return to the mortal world in which you belong to, to protect and serve God! Arise and come back to me!” And with that, he lit a match and dropped it in the bowl, wind suddenly whooshing powerfully around the room. @gabrielthegoober

"miguel is the villain spot is the villain miles himself is the villain" no youre all wrong the REAL TRUE villain of atsv was that bitch ass school counselor lady

My favorite hobby is probably spending my precious time rendering art for random AUs only for people to prefer dumb little doodles… anyway i think about (runaway) royalty!nico a lot

Sorry he didn't text you back. His phone got covered in blood and he is too drunk to get a new one. Oops.

def gonna try to be here and write tomorrow but in the meantime i have a desperate need to write GF in my SB verse, esp interacting with vanessa, gregory, cassie, or glamr.ock freddy 🥺

base verse zed is kayn's dad for all intents and purposes even if they don't call each other that but modern verse zed is his actual dad officially the boy was adopted and i also think modern verse zed is a lot better at that and communicating and making sure kayn knows he's loved and that his dad is proud of him and having fun together and grounding him sometimes when he's being a pest but you know a lot more openly affectionate than base verse i think

"Ya' smell like a dumpster, boy." - bobby

⚝ dean raises his brows, shaking muck from his jacket sleeves before he glances over to bobby. ❝ you wanna be the one to dive into the next pond we have to rescue someone from, be my guest. ❞

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hey i havent been on in 5 years sdfhskdf BUT i listened to this song again and i remembered that in the mafia verse, a number of my muses have an a cappella group :)

this song specifically is with Azrael, Cecil, Jupiter, Runi, and Cari :)

At some point I have to make an introduction between Maria and Daddy, I think he'd like her... 😈

Reintroducing Andrite and Tero’Ra, I present the ‘stuck in development hell’ original character donut steal Kesi, an oc that was made before I turned my ‘thep khufan aren’t an alien species’ Mutants and Magic au as my default Ben 10 ocverse so she stopped being Kesiris.

Have also this ‘rotating in my mind for forever’ triad pondering how to taste a rock that can’t taste featuring fucked up face hugger petrosapien kissing-

Evan stands on one of the many balcony-walkways in the pizzaplex, watching the crowds as they start to get ready for the closing of the pizzaplex; parents picking up their kids from the daycare; families heading toward the exit together with souvenirs, their to-go bags of leftover food; a few teens that he had a feeling werent technically supposed to be in the building without their guardians nearby, doing god knows what. Probably stealing food or merchandise. Evan sure wouldnt stop them, Fazbears could afford the tiny losses and he didnt care.

Evan himself wasnt exactly here to abide perfectly by the law either. As he began to descend from his position and make his way towards Parts and Service, he wondered if they who he intended to meet here would actually be present, and alive if the rumors held true of murders in the plex.

By god, he hoped they didnt.

But regardless, he had a.. meeting to attend to. And he had better fucking hurry if he doesnt want to be late.

Things had FINALLY gotten back to normal.

Well, as normal as they could get for the Winchester family, after it had been weeks since he's gotten Dean back after letting their world's Michael possession him and push him out of Dean and destroy him, anyways. Their world's Michael had since left his body, PROMISING to do things right this time. He had left to return to heaven to take command, attempting to fix as much as he could after he felt it was his fault heaven was in shambles.

After trying to recover from yet ANOTHER (arch)angelic possession, he decided the best way to take his mind off the recent chaos of the last year was to go through the papers and news and find a case. And oh, a case he did find. Local news said people were disappearing from a club mysteriously lured out, and the bodies were found drained of ALL color and blood.

Vampires.. There must be a nest nearby.

All the victims had disappeared from a club in LA called Lux, so that's where his search would start. He DOUBTED whoever owned the place was happy about his patrons disappearing and ending up dead- Seemed bad for business. When he pulled up into the place, the line was long. It must be popular. When he finally did get in, the place was absolutely PACKED. It was going to be an absolute nightmare to get answers.

As soon as he stepped into the club, he felt a rather.. familiar feeling in his chest, one that touched his soul and made the grave entwined with him tingle. Hazel green eyes jerked up to where he felt that pull, and spotted a rather handsome man in a suit, and he swallowed hard. That pull could only mean ONE thing..

Lucifer. @goobwrites

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Of course she pauses when they finally get the courage to speak, her entire process halting with her key dangling from the lock. Ah...They doted on her so much. She knew by now that it was their nature to just be concerned over their friend - no matter how close that friendship was - and it truly was a comfort at her low points to have such a caring neighbor. But her heart aches at the offer too. Her thoughts still flooded with self-deprecation, seeing Akira and knowing that, while they cared so much, this was also just business too. It's not their fault, though, even if her annoyance and worry presents itself with quick words and furrowed brows. Oh, she should just tell her mom to help her move apartments, but that wouldn't solve anything. Her mother and Bishop would both reject the idea when she felt so safe in this little complex. And, despite the cloud hanging over her, she'd hate to leave her only other friend...

"...I'm sorry." She says it in a dry laugh, finally giving Akira the time of day and looking them in the eye. This situation always sucks though, forcing a small smile, while not sure what exactly to say to ease the situation. God, she really was so boring and terrible...

"I'll, um...Let me, first -" She doesn't finish before grabbing her keys from her door, putting them back in her purse before taking a step towards Akira. A bit shaky, a bit stiff, yet trying to laugh off nerves with tired, smiling eyes. "...I'd love to try a cup. I feel like my tea selection has gotten a bit same-old, same-old anyways, you know? I should try new things once in awhile..."

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"Told you I could handle it. Not my first fucking bloodsucker rodeo. Although one did get pissy when I called him Edward. Fucking funny."