#AZAZEL IS SO FUCKIN COOL

[mav-the-artist]

comm for @s0uless-b0nes of their OC Vivisection!!

[freespiritlilith]

Please don’t act like this puritanical christofascist:

First of all that this is about “Lilith appropriation” something this jew can tell you is not real 😭

Can not believe I have read an opinion This Stupid holy shit 😭 PLEASE GO EAT THE ROCKS YOU CRAVE FUCKIN CHRISTOFASCIST ASSHOLE… LUCIFER SPITS AND PISSES ON FUCKS LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shit on this opinion hehe 🌬️🙏💋

RELIGION IS ALLOWED TO BE FUN, EDGY, IMMATURE, CRINGE, IMMORAL, AND PROUD. FUCK YOUR ABLEISM !!!

LILITH SHITS ON ABLEISTS, TRANSPHOBES, RACISTS, NAZIS, ASSHOLES ALL THE SAME!!! GET SHITTED ON BY LILITH THE FREE LILITH THE OPEN LILITH THE GLORIOUS!!!!!

what honestly gets me is that like😭😭😭my poor punic ancestors religion were horribly interpreted and manifested in my other ancestors religion and i KNOW we shouldnt be shitting on judaism for appropriating and BASTARDIZING the gods of rival peoples in the region at the time so like?😭like can we please PLEASE think critically and also CHILL THE FUCK OUT with the ENTITLEMENT to OTHER people’s RELIGION 😭 shitty smelly stinky op has every right to voice this shit opinion likewise i have every right to voice my shitty one too😭😭😭 except mine is perfect and cool and awesome and Lucifer and Lilith and Azazel and all the sexies We Love To Fuck :3

[bobwess]

No question limit, and me being bored too means lots of questions...

favorite episode?

least favorite episode?

if you could rewrite one episode, which one would it be and how?

dean's best look?

sam's worst look?

if cas could say one singular FUCK where would you put it and why?

which side character annoys you?

is there a ship/ships that people are pretty gung-ho for that never really clicked for you?

any spesific episodes that actively inspired fanfiction?

favorite rando bit of in-world monster lore?

favorite rando bit of behind the scenes lore?

which character do you think gives the best hugs?

have you (and if you have how many times) have you rewatched SPN in its entirety?

if you could crossover SPN with another show or book, what would it be?

Ummm...okay grasping at straws here, in a College AU, what do you think everyone's majors would be?

favorite episode?

Currently Baby and The End. Results may vary drastically by day.

least favorite episode?

Bloodlines is uninteresting. Swap Meat is bad.

if you could rewrite one episode, which one would it be and how?

I would re-write Scoobynatural so Dean isn’t constantly hitting on a 16 year old who wants nothing to do with his advances. 

if cas could say one singular FUCK where would you put it and why?

Wherever and in any context, but it’s directed at or about Crowley. 

which side character annoys you?

Chuck as God. Chuck the unwilling prophet writer was such a good character. And the show was better for God not being in it. Absent father was a huge theme of the show for so long, it was cool to have it paralleled, and they weren’t prepared to integrate God into what the narrative was and thus did it very badly. 

is there a ship/ships that people are pretty gung-ho for that never really clicked for you?

Benny/Dean. I really didn’t get any romantic chemistry, it really did feel like brothers-in-arms to me.

any specific episodes that actively inspired fanfiction?

The End is the biggest one currently. It has such good crumbs and is wide open for expansion.

Although I would also argue for the episode of season 9 where Dean throws human Cas out of the bunker as I’m currently like 180k published words into a story that starts with changing the ending of that episode. 

favorite rando bit of in-world monster lore?

I love that angels can’t possess a body without some sort of consent but demons can. With angels being dicks it really sets up a lot of story where angels are stretching the definition of permission and the fact that consent doesn’t have to free of coercion. 

favorite rando bit of behind the scenes lore?

Early season some of the demons wearing colored contacts that near completely obscure their vision. Just a mental image of pre-cgi eyed Azazel bumping into shit.

which character do you think gives the best hugs?

Bobby, but of the main three probably Dean. (Honorable mention to Garth just for enthusiasm and sincerity.)

have you (and if you have how many times) have you rewatched SPN in its entirety?

In it’s entirety 3 times.

if you could crossover SPN with another show or book, what would it be?

Torchwood would be funniest to me. I wanna watch Sam and Dean get caught up with some crazy wild rift shit and then I want to watch Dean pack away and repress that shit so hard for forever. 

Ummm...okay grasping at straws here, in a College AU, what do you think everyone's majors would be?

Sam gets to keep Law, Dean goes into electrical engineering, and if we’re dragging Cas into this, he’s doing archeology like a fuckin’ nerd (affectionate).

dean's best look?

Honorable mentions:

sam's worst look?

Fuck this shirt.

Honorable mention: Fuck these sideburns.

[xander-morrison]

I'm getting back into Tekken 8 and I'm really enjoying it. Finally got a feel for every character and who I like. Highlights from the past couple of days:

Lili is way more fun than I thought she would be! Very slippery and evasive.

Lars is actually kinda cool? He feels kinda hard to control, but where most Tekken characters can feel pretty stiff and slow if you don't know what you're doing, Lars is the opposite. It's super easy to actually move around TOO much with him and get carried away and end up in a bad spot. I do feel like mastering him would be like mastering lightning, it makes me appreciate him a lot more. Always thought he looked kinda boring.

King still does not click for me. I think he's a cool character, but I would need to sit down and watch a dedicated guide to really make him work I think. And since there's only so much tekken knowledge my brain can handle per day, I'd rather focus that energy on a character I know I'll stick with.

Devil Jin is my favorite Mishima by a mile. He's got a lot of moves that let him close or create distance from the opponent very quickly. Honestly a solid contender for a main, although I don't particularly want to practice electrics over and over for my first main. Might keep him in mind if my current main doesn't live up to the hype.

Yoshimitsu is stupid fun and I love him. The sword pogo reigns supreme. Might pick him up as a pocket character. But I think I've figured out who my main is:

Eddy is so fuckin fun. I'm glad he's not as braindead as in T3 (the only other game in the series I've played), because it gives me more incentive to think a bit about my strategy. And Eddy's game plan seems really simple: dodge around, wait for an opening, get a (relatively low-risk) 50/50 setup off a quick move, and then win the 50/50. Or use back 4 (I call it THE BOOT) to force your way in. Oh and also he builds up a resource that gives him stronger handstand moves while he does all of that. Which lead to more low-risk, high reward situations. He's so cool and I am going to commit to him for now.

(Realizing now as I'm typing this, I haven't actually played Jun. Oops.)

And now that I've got a feel for these characters, I've actually started the story mode (I'm recording it for youtube as well, might link once it's done if anybody is interested) and it's very fun. Major T8 story spoilers below:

Kinda glad Zafina and Claudio died? I didn't want to play much of them. I mean I think they're neat characters and it's sad to see them go, but it's interesting to see Tekken go from this series where nobody stays dead to a series that can actually embrace the consequences of its own plot. Like, Heihachi didn't come back for T8, so I wouldn't be surprised if those two didn't come back for T9. I've only just gotten past the first True Devil Kazuya fight (that Azazel fight was NASTY btw, I had to retry that several times), so maybe there's more character deaths incoming. It's so wild to see this game take on the dynamic of a show like Walking Dead or Game of Thrones, no character feels truly safe. Hell, Kazuya could die at the end of this game for all I know. He definitely has it coming, if that is the case. It is absolutely wild to me that he beats Azazel though??? Like, that's the source of his power. That'd be like a paladin being able to 1v1 the god they get spells from.

Anyways now that I'm back on my tekken bullshit, I'm excited to play more. :D

[azazelsconfessional]

Damn nyarl, just realized you only get to have 1 birthday/summon day every 4 years. Since you were summoned on a leap year, February 29th. Well, since thats the case

**gives nyarl the biggest cake hes ever seen, decorated with old one scripture and visuals.**

Happy early summon day my adorable hyena boi~. Your crazy and chaotic but thats what I love about you. Hope you and the other nyarls enjoy it!

**the cake towers over nyarl, standing at 9 feet tall. Not counting how WIDE it is**

Nyarl's ears perk up at the sight of the cake. Around Tokyo, several Nyarls just kind of freeze and at the sudden shared awareness that they'd received CAKE.

"Somehow, you got enough cake for one thousand one-thousanth guys!?" "Good job! But what if we all multiplied!?" "Would there even be enough? Would our guts end up so full we'd spew it all back up?"

"Just kidding!" "Just kidding!" "Wait, we're kidding?"

Within seconds, the area is full of Nyarlathoteps of various configurations, most looking nearly identical unless observed very closely--and even then the majority could have easily been clones, assuming they all aren't.

You quickly lose count of them as they pile around and on one another and seem to multiply out of and off of each other and appear from nowhere to surround and look up at and point at the cake, some taking pictures of and with it before--and as--their counterparts get a hold of it. One or two cackle and hug you with wagging tails(well, one's tails are definitely raising the roof. . . .)

Before you know it(and yet, before your very eyes,) it's become some sort of party, with music and decorations and balloons all over. The wording on everything is illegible--for some reason, even if you know the garbled alien language of the Old Ones, this remains the case. Maybe whichever Nyarl made them has bad handwriting?

"It's not even my birthday, "But he wanna lick the icing off, "I know you want it in the worst way, "Can't wait to blow my c--wait. There are no candles on this cake." Probably for the best, as they'd surely burn themselves or everything in the vicinity.

"Wow! Wow!!" "Wow wow wee wow!" One Nyarl is standing on another's shoulders, trying to measure it. Of course, they have no tools to do so and, wobbling, fall face-first into the cake. Fortunately, the size of it means they've only damaged so much. As they and several around them cackle and help them out(or try and push them further in where the Nyarls on the other side may cut into them with knives and claws,) the one who'd been on top licks all the cake off his own face not unlike Scooby Doo.

"Is for me?" "Awwww, thanks, man!!! I-it's not like I like it or anything. . . ." "We sure it's a cake tho? The Cake Is A Lie meme is kinda trending again, right?" "No, that's things that don't look like cake being cake!" "Oh! Oh! So the lie is the cake!!"

"Hey, lookit this!" The Nyarl points at one of the familiar designs on the cake in excitement. "Woah, is this allowed!? Is this sacrilege!? Is this CULTURAL APPROPRIATION!?" "No, it's a birthday party, you donut." "Yeah, we're not [REDACTED]. It's totally cool if they [REDACTED]. . .I think." "It's FINE, just LOOK AT IT!" "Well, in case it's not!!" One of them grabs the probably-not-actually-offending decorative bit, and shoves it into the mouth of the seemingly concerned Nyarlathotep. They cheer as the 'problem' is resolved.

"C-c'mon, at least use a fuckin' fork! Cut the cake with a knife, ya filthy animals! There are plates in the church!! Hey!" This surprisingly behaved Nyarl grabs another by the head as he attempts to take a bite directly out of it. This does not stop said Nyarl from shoving his hands into the cake and trying to shovel it into his mouth. The restraining Nyarl gasps dramatically and yanks him away again, even as he has a handful of cake in his mouth and on his face, looking like he'd hiss or laugh if that weren't the case. Actually, with all the noise it's hard to say that he isn't. "No!!!!"

"Hey, @azazel-one-who-sees-all! Go get me, let's party on!!!" "Happy Unbirthday, Nyarl! Mr. Scapegoat!" "Shub-Niggurath, it's not for you! You can have a slice, though."

"Are we sharing? Should we keep some safe for that sleeping idiot?" "Which sleeping idiot. We know a lot of sleeping idiots." "Uh. . .both! Ooh, ooh! Our summoner, too! She should have cake, too! Rats can eat cake, right?" "You can't just give everyone our cake. . . ." Nonetheless, this generous Nyarlathotep will ensure that slices of cake are delivered to the other Old Ones in Tokyo. . .and their vessels and some of their Artifact holders as well. @chatwithana, @taggystryingtimes, and their related company will find themselves with slices of cake cut from an untouched portion of the massive gift, delivered by a giggly, strangely friendly Nyarlathotep, who won't stop to talk, only giggle and smile in a way that doesn't seem quite right on him compared to the howling cackles and grins of the Nyarl(s?) they likely know more. Although, that may seem to lend even more doubt to its safety. . .but Nyarl wouldn't hurt them. Probably. Not in any long term way. Probably.

"Hey, hey!" Whether or not there is enough cake for 1000(? it's hard to tell if there are that many, or if there are less, or if there are more) Nyarlathoteps and whoever they may or may not decide to share with seems to be irrelevant, as Nyarl will simply duplicate slices until there's enough for everyone. Of course, you're also offered a slice of cake! While they'd certainly argue the point, they can't just not share with the person who gave it to them.

"Happy unbirthday, Chanon! Or maybe it isn’t even not your birthday? Who knows! Don’t I know it. Who said we had to be untime? Celebrate everydate!!!"

[scover-va]

Also because you’ve been talking about them recently… any headcanons for the Pony Island gang as a whole? I read your post about the Daemons and you’ve absolutely got my interest (Asmodeus and Buer in particular are such interesting takes).

Good bc my gf and I have developed Buer and Asmo the most (I’m sorry Azazel and Beel but yall are mostly comedic relief rn)

Doing this in order of character appearance (as far as I can remember anyways, I can’t perfectly remember when Baphomet makes their first appearance)

Theodore (the player):

Chronically sad

He misses his family, but also can’t perfectly remember them, so he’s stuck grieving in a confused state

Was a bit of a flirt when he was alive, though p much dropped that shortly after getting with his gf/future wife

He’s a sad drunk

I don’t have much for him, or anything for HS, since my gf plays them, and we’re biased towards Asmo and Buer rn

Lou Natas/Lucifer:

As old as the concept of sin itself

Only started going by Lucifer/Satan after humans nicknamed him that

Souls he wants to take are regular player souls, souls he already has in his possession when the person dies becomes a demon. There’s many different demon jobs

The only demon of his who isn’t a stolen soul would be good ol’ farty mcgee Vallamir

Like I said in my Barry hcs, they dated for a bit. Lucifer’s a gayass

Struggles with issues that he dubs ‘mortal issues’, such as pain of any kind or emotions. He hates it

Made Gamefuna so he could keep making games, though obviously sucks at it

Created three ai’s to aid in game creation, Irving being one of them

The pony in Pony Island, creatively named Pony, is his daughter and he would kill on sight for his kid. All his other kids (the demons, not actual kids they just call him ‘father’ as a respect thing) can go die in a ditch tho for all he cares. Especially Bu-

His sister is as old as the concept of morality, basically being God. I’m taking some basic religious things and moving them a little to the left bc im not fuckin reading the bible so I can go make Lucifer a manwhore /j

Baphomet:

They/Them, very gnc to the point where you cant tell their gender

Sold their soul for infinite knowledge and wisdom, as well as the ability to see into the future

Was like a parental figure to Buer during their time on the overworld map

Baphomet lived back during BC times. I don’t have an exact time as to when they died, but they’re the oldest of the daemons

Killed themself back when they were alive so they could have immortality

The braincell AND the impulse control of the group

Azazel:

Was a party animal when he was alive

Sold his soul for simple power, most likely to have as a cool party trick

Somehow the nice one when compared to everyone else

My gf plays him in the rp so i got NO idea what her interpretation of his death was. Sorry folks

Buer:

Lived back during the black plague

Came from a highly religious family of priests and nuns. His family wanted him to do the same thing but he wanted to study medicine

Only ‘supportive’ relative was his uncle. His uncle was still highly religious, but hey. We’ll get to that later

Had a boyfriend back when he was alive! Gayass

When the black plague started up, he and his bf switched to love letters instead of meeting in person, since Buer decided to become a plague doctor to help with fighting off the plague

Was typically unbothered by all the death around him. He grew used to it

That changed though when a little girl in his village fell ill with the bubonic plague. He didn’t know the kid, but every attempt to help her get better proved to be useless

So, after doing some research, he summoned Satan and sold his soul in exchange for the girl to be healthy

Weeeeeeell the family was then accused of witchcraft, the parents and little girl all burned at the stake. Buer still hears the girl’s screams in his sleep

Went on with his life for a bit, but his uncle found out about Buer’s newfound connection to the devil. His uncle told others, and Buer was soon burned at the stake, too

Lucifer used him as a temporary solution, just someone to guard the third core file while he looked for a better daemon. Buer was none the wiser

Buer’s mechanic would just be that you’d need to wait him out. That’s it. He’d make it impossible to reach the core file via glitchy walls blocking said file, but it drains him of so much energy he kills himself in the process

Obviously, grew resentful and angry when he was replaced. Stayed in the overworld map, only talking to Baphomet

Did take his own life at some point between being replaced and Theodore showing up, but Baphomet brought him back

He’s also severely mentally fucking ill. He uses drawing as a coping mechanism

Beelzebub:

Was a soldier in his past life

His side was losing a war, and he didn’t wanna die. So, he traded his soul in exchange for his side winning the battle

Was later killed on a different battlefield, being dragged down to hell to become a daemon

Living up to his namesake, Beel snacks a lot. His non-file demon form is also based on a fly, since canonical mythology Beelzebub is the lord of the flies

Asmodeus:

He’s albino!

Was born into royalty in the 1600’s

Had a twin brother

When his father fell ill, he and his brother started competing to see who would be better fit for the crown, constantly battling for their parent’s attention

Asmo constantly lost at these challenges. So, he sold his soul so he could be better than his brother

Upon becoming king, he banished his brother so he wouldn’t have to deal with him again

One day before a royal meeting, he came in to do his makeup. Thanks to his poor eyesight, an assassin snuck up on him after Asmo sat down in front of his vanity

Asmo was forced to slit his own throat

Quickly replaced Buer, and hated him because he thought he had to, thanks to the competition thing with his brother

He knows how to sing! Has a low and sultry singing voice

Also had a pet raccoon who was a golden colour names Vanilla. I found this out in the rp last night. I was expecting a cat or something but Vanilla is much much better

He’s a clean freak because he got in trouble once as a kid for making a huge mess and not cleaning it up. Fun

Twink (affectionate)

Aaand that’s all! That I remember, anyways. Would’ve been quicker but wifi isn’t working on my chromebook so I had to type all this up on mobile. Fml

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

Red Right Hand III

—

It had been a quiet afternoon thus far, with only a few off-shift workers passing through for a pint. A few even stayed for a laugh if they needed their spirits lifted or a bit of banter if they’d already lifted their own.

Joanna found the fortnight since she had taken the position had fallen into a similar routine. Quiet days where by sometimes the front room would be empty and others filled with a rotating shift of Visyak’s and accomplices, followed by long nights that would either be spent singing when there were no Shadows in sight or pouring heady beers and adding new bottles to the cubby hole when there were.

She found that if she tilted her head just right, she could hear the quiet conversations she shouldn’t be listening in on during the daytime hours. She could recognise the cool, commanding tones of the eldest, the crude, cocky remarks of the middle and the soft, raspy comments of the youngest. She could hear who knew what, and who knew nothing, and who knew what others knew. She could hear everything just right, and often had found herself ducking quickly below the bar’s surface or taking several fast steps to avoid being caught in her observations as the sound of footsteps approached the door, cubby or the front breeze doors of the pub would push open.

That morning she’d been leaning near the cubby hole, head tilted as she listened in on the talk about her beautiful horses performance that last weekend, winning by a length again. Aisling Fhiáin had been her favourite of the latest breeding, the animals spirit and desire to break free had spoken to her so clearly; but sacrifices had to be made, and her beast had to be sacrificed for the greater good. However it had smarted to hear the horrible name the gangsters had come up with for her darling. And the seemingly dreadful rider restricting the horse’s own passion, she bit down a snort at the thought that left to it’s own devices it could out pace the rest of the pack without being held back by some second-rate jockey.

As she polished the glass in her hand, she heard the front breeze doors push open roughly and jerking away from the cubby she practically flung herself towards the other end of the bar as the internal doors were shoved open with just as much force; followed immediately by the same again.

“Get ‘im boys!” “Sneaking, feral bastard!-” “Where are those fucking Shadow ponces-” “-We’re goin’ to rip your throat out you snivelling, worthless little dog!” “STAY AWAY FROM ME!”

The scream from the first person through the door, dark brown curls on his head drenched and blood from his lip clinging to his scruff sent a chill along her spine, as Joanna turned to view the group of men before her. The first was scrambling along the floor as if trying to put as much distance between them and him; while the four others called venomously out.

“Stad láithreach! Get away from him and get out of my bar, ‘fore I fuckin’ throw ya out meself!” Joanna barely recognised her own voice, shouting loudly as she made her way out from behind the bar’s far end, cloth and glass still in hand. She couldn’t explain how she found herself standing infront of the downed man, feet planted firmly and hand holding the cloth fisted at her side ready to throw a fist at the next man to step forward, she couldn’t explain why she was there, why she was interfereing other than it was the right thing to do.

“Oh look, the pup’s got a defender -” “See here, missy, you best be steppin’ aside and not gettin’ involved in stuff above your pay grade.” “- Maybe we see if she can actually make us move, boys.” “Sounds like a good plan, Alastair - you going to cramp our fun, Crowley?”

The three men - she surpressed a shudder at the dark grin on the tallest identified as Alastair as he seemed to loom forward a little over the other two; a shorter dark haired Scot called Crowley by the third, who merely gave an almost as disturbing grin at her - paused momentarially in their pursuit as they surveyed her. Whoever they were, they hadn’t entered The Fort in the last two weeks. She’d heard the name Crowley once or twice in her eavesdropping when the talk had turned to the Black Eyes Gang, and that she’d thrown herself between yet another gang of angry men and their quarry would have made her knees shake if she was little Beth Murphy and not Joanna Harvelle.

The tallest of the three, Alastair, took a step forward towards her, arm reaching for her’s, with that horrifying grin still upon his face. “Come on, daisy girl, lets get you out of the way before you do something stupid to get yourself hurt.” Next second, the grin was off of his face as the glass from her hand smashed into shoulder, and the world seemed to tilt for her. 

Off balance, Joanna struggled to tug herself from the grip on her arm with a shout and kick before the hard lip of the bar crushed against her ribs. There was a hand on the back of her head, caught in her hair, and another pressing her chest into the top of the bar that she couldn’t shake off.

“You filthy, little whore! You’ll pay for that.” The words were hissed near her ear as she was pulled backwards before being shoved into the bar again, the pain of her teeth catching and splitting her lip where it had only barely healed from the impact into the ground from being thrown by her beautiful horse three weeks ago. “I’ll make you scream so loud you’ll forget what silence is for this.”

“Alastair, leave it be. We’ve got other fish to fry.” “Exactly. Azazel, get that mutt off the floor.”

The sound of the other men talking, the third finally being given a name - one that she would store away beside that of the man digging his fingers into her back for revenge one day - distracted her momentarially from the pain, long enough to kick back at the knees of her captor and wrench away with a swirl of skirts. Clothed fist back up, Joanna had trouble projecting the confidence she had originally as she shuffled backwards towards the whimpering dark haired man on the floor.

“Oi! What’re you bastards up to out here? This is our turf, and you’re overstepping the rules, boys.”

At the sound of Michael Visyak’s voice, she felt a wave of relief pour over her panicked anger like water over a fire. She could just see over the hulking shoulder of Alastair the trio of brothers as well as her employer Harry had emerged from the front room at the noise.

“We just chased your lil’ puppy dog back to the kennel is all, Michael. Thought you’d appreciate getting him back mostly in one piece.” The sneer from the shortest of the Black Eyes Gang group, alongside his cocky tone, flickered at Joanna’s temper. 

However his words reminded her of the man below her feet, and rather than try to interfere further, she moved down to help him now that the situation seemed to be under control. His hands were pressed to either side of his head, squeezing tightly as if to trap something in or stop something from entering she couldn’t tell. The shake of his shoulders and murmuring about noise reminded her of the few gypsy boys who had returned from the war with nothing but the dropping shells in their ears.

“You’ve seen to it, and now you can leave now.” “What about his entering our turf? What of his stabbing one of our boys down on Clarey Lane? What of that?” “If that’s true, we’ll see to it. You tell Lilith to keep your boys in line, we’ll keep ours in line.”

Joanna paid no mind to the bartering back and forth between sides as she knelt beside the shaking man. She pressed her polishing cloth against his still bleeding mouth and tried to sound as soothing as possible, as if he were a scared filly about to go to the breeding stocks for the first time or one of the drovers when they’d twist their foot in a rabbit hole and were due to face down a barrel soon enough. Soothing noises, gentle touches and calming tones.

“What about the barmaid?” “What the fuck of the barmaid?” “She fuckin’ attacked one of my men.” “That little thing attacked one of you, huh? And you want to prove your boys are weaker than a little girl by doing something about it?”

The sound of feet approaching didn’t distract her, neither did the topic of conversation. Thankfully no other patrons had been in the bar but the brothers at the time, and the blonde couldn’t help but wonder what the shaking man before her had done to get in such shape. Nor to instill enough rage for three rival gangsters to enter the almost sacred location of The Fort in the Shadows territory. She didn’t hear the discussion change to her, before trailing off and the three other men leaving with furious remarks that this wouldn’t be the end of the discussion. That ‘mark their words’. That ‘they better never see that mutt again’. That ‘or that whore barmaid’.

“Beth… Beth… Beth?” “Beth!”

It took the hand on her shoulder to shake her focus, brown eyes looking up into blue far closer than they should have been. She should have heard the younger brother approaching, she should have hear Harry squat down on her other side to help the weeping man. She should have heard her supposed name - though at least she thought she could play off not recognising the name for shock, as she blinked rapidly back at the vaguely nonplussed face.

“Uh… They… They chased ‘im in. I… I couldn’t..” She stumbled over the words as Jackson held onto her empty hand, the one that she’d used to shatter a glass into a rival of his, and helped her to her feet. Joanna blinked in surprise at the looks she was receiving before dropping her gaze to the floor and swiping at the blood on her mouth and chin. “Bloody gan chnámh droma cowards, the lot of ‘em. Pickin’ on someun all alone! Couldn’t even do a fair fight, hadda go three to one! If I coulda fuckin’ reached his bloody face wit’ that glass I would! Oh what horrible people! Stupid tall fuck!” The blonde managed to work herself up more and more, reflecting upon the brief tussle and mentally berating herself for letting the foul man get a hold of her, as she looked around at the surprised faces of the assembled men.

“Well, that was an impressive tirade there, barmaid. Very impressive response too.” “You sure you’re not carrying a cock under those skirts?” “Jeffrey. Not appropriate.” “Just appreciating the fight. Could have done throwing a few fists myself.” “Not now, Jeffrey, until we get to the bottom of this with Amon.”

The other two brothers talked back and forth ignoring her once she finished, moving forwards to help the struggling man to his feet. Richard “The Wolf” Amon had once been a strong and fierce fighter almost on par with the ferocity of Jeffrey Visyak, and a strong enforcer for the Shadows as well as being the best of friends with the youngest Visyak. However, after the war, his brain had muddled with the sound of shells and horrors of the mindless death and killing that he’d barely returned to society as a man than a crying babe. However his loyalty in his lucid moments was as unwavering to Jackson and his brothers as it had ever been. 

That he’d been caught in the Black Eyes territory and possibly entered one of his fugue states of terror and blood was not a comforting thought to their plans of taking on the group soon enough. Neither was the requirement for repayment likely to be anything other than the with the blood of the shorter curly haired man-child. The Wolf had returned from the war a pup, and the shaking of his shoulders as the adrenaline died down left him looking like a hollow shell of what he could have been.

As Harry busied himself with getting a cloth for the other men, Joanna raised a brow at the shivering man before her attention was drawn back to the one in front of her with a hiss. Jackson’s thumb was stroking her lip, and if she hadn’t covered her cheeks with powder that morning she was sure she’d be as red as her tacky blood on his digit. “Oww, don’t… don’t touch it.”

“Just checking that nothings damaged. Wouldn’t do to have a broken barmaid. Wouldn’t look respectable.” “Its fine.” “What, no quick come backs now, Beth?” “Sorry ta disappoint.” “If you’d managed to get that bastard’s face, I’d have said well done.” “Maybe next time I’ll get ‘im straight in it then.” “Next time you won’t have to.”

The conversation flowed quickly as Joanna breathed out sharply as the other held the cleanest corner of her cloth to her lip, trying to fight off the flush at being able to be a little bit of her own self again. It was hard to stay Beth sometimes around the pushing and combative snark of the man in front of her. The last week had found her trying to push at him to see the dullness leave his eyes for the slight sparkle of amusement she saw now; though she didn’t know what to make of the concerned look on his face as he wiped at her lip.

“If you two are done,” The voice behind the bar made her jerk, turning her head from the other to see her employer giving the pair of them a peculiar look, “Beth, the brooms out the back for the glass.”

“Yessir!” Joanna bit back a groan at the interruption before rushing out the back to collect the broom. Leaning against the door to catch her breath, she let out a silent hiss again at her stupidity, at getting involved, at getting too close. At the relief that had flooded her hearing her gangster’s voices, and then again at thinking of them as such. She thumped her head back with a sigh, eyes closing as she focussed again on why she was there and not on the feel of fingerpad on lip. By the time she had returned to the main room, all four Shadows had sequestered themselves away again and Harry was flitting about, keeping a firm eye on her. No more chances to listen in for the day.

—

“What in the name of the Holy Mother happened yesterday?” The unusually colourful cry from their mother when they arrived for the family meeting that morning greeted the brothers unexpectedly. Clearly someone had already mentioned the events of the previous day to her, and the old dame’s temper was much harder to calm when woken up. “Is this what you

children

plan to bring upon us all?!”

“No Ma-” “Course not. This wasn’t planned.” “-We’ve got a handle on it now.”

“A handle on it?” Green eyes flashed as she took each of her boys faces. Jeffrey speaking up first seemed frustrated as he poured his drink that morning, most likely smarting at not having gotten in on the action. Michael, her calm, responsible clear headed son seemed unimpressed with the turn of events - clearly he had intended to clean up the issue without her involvement nor awareness. Jackson seemed the only one truly impacted by the attack. Though that may have been his closeness with the Amon boy, or possibly the guilt at failing the boy back in the war, she couldn’t rightly tell but at least he kept his eyes down and mouth shut at her questions. “If you boys have forgotten, I built this company in four years into its place without the level of destruction you’ve achieved in just two!”

“Nobody has forgotten, Ma. You and your copper connections cleaning up the streets. Chasing those Black Eyes back to the west with their tails betwixt their legs.” “Then how is it those Black Eyes dared to step foot in our Fort?” “Amon had a slip supposedly. Something over in the west end, you know he ain’t well.” “If he ain’t well, why is he still with you boys? Why do you insist on dragging this family into the darkness you brought back?” “That’s uncalled for.” “Really? I heard they roughed up that girl too. What if that’d been your sister, huh?” “Shads wouldn’t-” “What if it was her? What if your sister had been there!”

Eleanor and Michael fired back and forth, neither having touched the breakfast on the table between them all. This might have been a family meeting with all the traditions of tea and toast and bacon in the good times, but without the youngest two Visyak’s in attendance it was clear this was not a typical family breakfast. Eleanor found herself growing hoarse and shrill trying to drive her point home, to see some show of respect, understanding or remorse from the other.

“Shada’d never have stepped between them and Amon.” Her youngest spoke for the first time, eyes still closed and fists tight on the table before he stood sharply to stare her back down. Eleanor had always thought that while her eldest had height to intimidate, her middle with a psychotic glee at pain, that her youngest was the loose cannon with darkness behind the eyes. And staring him down she found herself sinking down into her seat. “She’s not brave or stupid enough. Shada would have hid behind that bar and done nothing while those bimbos would have torn my friend apart, because in the end she’s your daughter and lacks the vision and balls to drive this organisation where it needs to go.”

A tense silence filled the room as neither brother moved to discredit the younger or defend their mother from the diatribe. As much loathing as there was between most of them, there was nothing to be said.

“I’ve got to go check on Amon’s end to the story. Jeffrey, you’ve got rounds tonight, and Michael… Talk some sense into her.” It wasn’t often that Jackson delivered the directives of the morning, typically that would be Michael or Eleanor herself, but without waiting for a either to correct him, he swept out of the house with a slam of the door through to the business side of the house.

There was a second before the remaining dark haired son stood up, tossing back the last of his tea and whisky combo before giving a sardonic salute to the others, heading out after his brother.

“A handle on it, aye Michael? Got it all under control? Is that what you call under control?”

“It’s his mate, Ma-”

“True, but this is just the start of what his grand ideas and your blind ambition is going to rue on this family!”

“Perhaps. But we

are

ready for this.”

—

The sound of horses feet thundering along the stretch as the crowd gasped ad hollered covered the sound of boots in mud behind the stands. The rush of men swarming through the back of the viewing stands towards the bookies tents, hands gripping tightly on various blunt weapons or knives. Matching dark coats billowed behind the twenty gangsters that moved towards their targets.

The fall boys with their bookie stamps and bags of coin slung over their shoulders were already counting out the takings and the winnings for the punters outside; the outcome already known even as the race had yet to finish. The Shadows had ensured their white beauty would be back in fine form that day after the shattering loss the previous week - and those inside knew better than to question them since their interference began. That and the three Shadows men standing together at the back of the tent, cigarettes lit, the protection ring still well in place.

At the tick of the hour, striking the midday hour the gang of men moved as one. With a deep cry, the twenty men swarmed the space, batons slipped into hands and hit carelessly into the closest few workers from the front line while the remaining poured in giving the odd slash of a blade or bash of a cane. The three Shadows jerked from their positions against the tentside, guns drawn and knives held in the off hand as they faced down the other gangsters with grim determination.

It was a quick and bloody few minutes, knives cutting through cloth and flesh alike, gun shots hitting into arms, torsos and heads. There were cries and shouts, in fear and in anger. Blood splattered onto bank notes and betting tickets alike, as those without weapons cowered or stood firm; and those with their hands filled moved hard and fast to take on each side. And then as quick as they’d arrived, the handful of remaining black coated men swarmed back out of the tent, leaving behind three unconcious Shadows and several injured bet takers.

Across the city, men in black cloaks swept through the lower end of the city dispatching ‘justice’ as they went. Every odd warehouse, whorehouse, Chinese laundry and business that paid the Faceless Shadows for protection found their doors bashed in, their papers burnt and products destroyed. Their staff roughed up and bloodied. Their carefully paid for safety torn to pieces before the hour was done.

The same type of men, matching black coats and dark grins, swarmed the empty pub at the same tick of the hour. The Fort was filled with darkness as bottles were smashed, chairs broken, mirrors cracked and message gouged into the copper bar surface - Blood for blood…

—

There were only eight mourners at the graveside that foggy morning. The burial had been completed and the rights read all in the cold early light, before the minister had left the crowd to their reflection.

Only three of those assembled truly felt any remorse or pain over the loss. The three friends, the tall blond who’d seperated from the group to follow a more respectable life yet still stayed on the families side and the shorter black haired barman, stood to the side with their friend who’s eyes blazed with the desire for vengence.

The other five were simply paying their respects as it was - father’s hand on son’s shoulder, mother’s arms wrapped about daughter’s. 

It had been a grey morning three days earlier when the curly-haired man had faced down Michael’s pistol.

The mists coming off of the water had swirled around the pair that morning. The younger man had sunk to his knees upon the realisation of what was to come, that shortly his brains would be as muddled on the outside as it was on the outside. Brown curly hair would be tacky with blood and grey matter, and the pain of the last six years would be over. His terror and despair would finally be at rest.

Michael had urged him to his feet again, to die standing like a man. And to hold onto his prayers when he was ready to face God.

The echo of the gunshot had rang out across the water.

When the body had dropped into a passing barge under the watchful eyes of Crowley and Alastair from the opposite bank. When the blood shed necessary to repay the debt of life had been concluded.

The three Visyak’s that knew of it in their little party understood why it had to be the way it was, but that didn't stop the pain of separation from the friend and ally any easier.

The two women held back tears that were as much for the puppy-faced boy the man had once been as it was for what the death symbolised. War was on the horizon again, and neither woman could be sure who would come out the other side of the trenches this time, nor what condition they would be.

—

[demonhuntersuggestion]

((Had an idea, and wrote a follow-up to this thing. Time for plot))

People were... much harder to deal with than demons. Some unidentified monster in the middle of the woods? Riddle it with bullets, cut it limb-from-limb. Nobody knows it lived, nobody knows it dies. People though? 

“How much time do we have?” Aurelio questions the recon specialist. 

“I’d give you about.. Thirty minutes. Any more, and...”

“Yeah, I know. Suspicious people and shit. Go keep an eye out.”

People problems came with all kinds of complications. 

Say, if a renowned-but-not-respected private investigator went missing without a trace after losing his family, reputation and general happiness to misfortune. How long would it take for someone to look into it? How long would it take for a missing persons report to get to the police? How long would it take for the police to stumble onto his last case and start looking out for a band of suspiciously nocturnal criminals? 

The Hunters couldn’t let that happen. But they had to work differently. Separately. Secretly. There was only so much they could accomplish without raising suspicion, without attracting the attention of the proper authorities.  They would most certainly taken note of a long string of tampered-with crime scenes in Fairbairn. 

They had to stay discrete. Unseen. Which is why Aurelio found himself in a missing person’s home, in the dead of night, under orders and obligation to flit in and out of the scene like a fucking ghost. 

Easy, right?

“Azzy,” he mutters under his breath. “Look around.” Aurelio feels the demon leave his side, quietly moving to search somewhere else, with all his intangiblity to keep him undetected. Aurelio himself, thick cleaning gloves on his hands and plastic bags strapped over his boots, went off to conduct his own search. 

He’d concluded that Reginald Harper Dickman, despite having a name as fucking awesome-sounding as “Reginald Harper Dickman,” was either one of the plainest old men he’d heard of, or that whatever happened to him was covered up well. Ideally, Aurelio would find evidence pointing to the latter.

Aurelio did not live in an ideal world.

There’s death in the air, Azazel’s cryptic conclusion reaches Aurelio. Recent. Stay alert. 

“It’s never fuckin’ simple, is it?” Aurelio sighs. “Tell me you’ve got something?” From the window, the reconnaissance guy (Lio really should’ve paid attention to his name) gives Aurelio a wary look. He knew about Azazel, then. “Eyes on the street, security,” Aurelio says dismissively, and the agent begrudgingly focused his attention toward keeping watch. 

Traces of blood on the ceiling. High up on the wall by the door, too. Someone tried to clean it off, but they were too short to do it effectively. 

“Seriously?” Aurelio half-snickered, looking up at the spot Azazel indicated. There might’ve been blood up there, invisible to the naked eye. 

You have a blacklight? Luminol? 

“No. And what the fuck is ‘luminol?’“

Don’t worry about it. The blood is there. Spatter looks like impact stains. Low velocity.

“From... What, blades? Bludgeons?”

Can’t tell. Not without a body. 

“So, there is a body.” 

Probably. 

 Aurelio turned to the rest of the room. “Need more information.” 

As he returned to his own search with renewed (and irritated) determination, he noticed more and more things in Dickman’s living room that pointed toward foul play. Furniture that hand long sat undisturbed wasn’t re-placed perfectly, leaving relatively cleaner shapes in the dust and dirt on the floor. Innocuous-looking spots in the house were wiped clean: no prints, no dirt, no nothing. Azazel was picking up traces of blood from all over the floor, concentrated in one specific spot. 

“Something definitely happened here,” Aurelio notes. 

Something that drew a lot of blood. More than a mortal could afford to lose. 

“Someone moved all the furniture from the center of the room, then back.” 

They needed room to do it-

“But what did they do?” 

“What the fuck are you trying to get at?” the other hunter in the room left his post, signalling to Aurelio that they needed to leave, immediately. He had a rather impatient look on his face. Aurelio didn’t ask whether it was from the question or the need to exfiltrate the area. 

Aurelio took one last look around the room and moved to follow him. “Our guy definitely died here.” 

The recon guy gives him a look. “Definitely?”

“Most fuckin’ likely,” Aurelio gives. “Whatever the case, we’ll need to conduct a fuller investigation.”

They push open the door to the backyard, pausing to pull the gloves and bags off their hands and feet before they move to a more visible area. “I need to make a call,” Aurelio states. 

“To who?” 

“Not important.” 

The recon guy frowns, but doesn’t press the issue. They split up, Aurelio making his way toward his truck a couple blocks away, recon guy going wherever he holed up. 

In the relative privacy of his truck, Aurelio clicked Marcus on his phone, pulling into the street as it rang, once, twice. Then his contact picked up. Aurelio skips the pleasantries, “Marcus, I looked into your thing.”

“What’ve you got?” Marcus’ cool baritone voice responded. 

“You definitely need to have someone look into this more. Seems important,” Aurelio shifted into vague-talk-but-with-just-enough-context-for-the-one-guy-to-understand speak. 

“How ‘important?’“ 

“Like, ‘missing teenage daughter report’ important. Except, y’know, with an old white guy.” 

“Aurelio?”

Aurelio stops at a red light. “Yeah?”

“Speak fucking clearly,” Marcus deadpanned. 

“Well excuse me for trying to be discrete, ass-hat!” Aurelio retorts, only slightly miffed. The light goes green, and Aurelio keeps driving.

“You’re not being ‘discrete,’ you’re being a suspiciously-vague piece of shit. The call’s secure. Do I have to go on?”

Aurelio sighs. “Fiiiine. Dickman’s probably dead.” 

“Dickman?” 

“Yeah, I thought it was funny too,” Aurelio huffs amusedly, turning onto another street, “But no, that’s his actual name.”

Marcus paused to think about it. “What makes you say he’s dead?” 

“Found a shit-ton of blood all over the place. Haven’t found a body yet, but there was definitely too much blood there for any human to survive losing.” 

“...The place was cleaned out, wasn’t it? Nobody saw any blood, anywhere in there.”

“Yeah, I used, uh... ‘Specialized investigation tools.’ Hey, do you know if we have any ‘luminol’ in our supplies?”

“Luminol?” Marcus pauses, and Aurelio hears typing in the background. “That’s specialized forensic investigation shit. Did you get your hands on some?” he asks.

“Uh, no. Just curious.”

“Sure,” Marcus concedes, suspiciously-but-mostly-ambivalently. “You figure out anything else?” 

“Nothing. Whoever killed him must be good.” 

“If someone killed him,” Marcus corrects him. “No concrete evidence yet. But alright, I’ll have someone else look into this,” he continues, the admin in him resurfacing. “Also, I’ll need you to come back in. Got another tip that I need you to look into.” 

Aurelio’s interest is piqued. “Another investigation?” 

“Yeah.”

“Two in one night, huh Marcus? You do know I’m more of a fighter than a detective, right?” 

Marcus makes an annoyed noise and a face that Lio can’t see through the call, but definitely can envision in his mind’s eye. “Yeah, I fuckin’ know. But they asked for you. Specifically you.” 

What? Aurelio purses his lips. “You sure?” he asks, doubtfully. If people ask for him by name, they look for his prowess in a fight, and most likely not for his (admittedly lacking) deductive ability. “What, like, ‘the hunter kid with the red hair?’”

“No, literally. Some guys came into the bar, asked to relay a message to you. Think his exact words were ‘the Morgenstern boy with the demon pet.’“

Aurelio almost runs a red light. “What the fuck?” That more or less confirmed it. Somebody had eyes on him. And Azzy. For better or worse. 

“Says they have information, on this missing persons case. Wanted to give it to you. Personally.”

“Personally,” Aurelio repeats. grip tightening on the wheel. Somebody’s aware of his existence. And, more importantly, his demon. Somebody other than the three, possibly four people who should know. 

“They’ve set up a meeting. Tomorrow night.”

“Understood,” Aurelio tensely replies. He definitely had to meet this person. Friend or foe, anyone who could find out about Azzy was dangerous. And needed to be looked into. 

Tomorrow night? Aurelio could do that. Get the time. The place. Case it, secure it. Get ready. Aurelio changed his route, there were places he had to drop by now. “These people who contacted you... They happen to mention who they are?” Aurelio asks, warily. 

There was an unsettling pause. “Yeah... Uh, yeah. The Wilk Clan.” 

Aurelio froze. “Oh, shit.” 

[lesbian-of-the-endless]

azazel was so fuckin awesome and the way the actor played him was fucking impeccable AND the yellow eyes looked cool af

[babygirl06301]

13 Wishes for Season 13

So, I did this last year when I made a wishlist for Mary’s character in season 12 (find it here), and I thought it’d be fun to do the same for this season and see what I come up with!

P.S. There aren’t really any spoilers, so I didn’t tag it, but if you want to wait and read this after you’ve gotten the chance to watch 13x01, you can do so!

1. Jody to finally see the bunker and finally meet Castiel. 

Y’all, I have been waiting so long for this to happen, you don’t realize. From the chatter I’ve been hearing, the Wayward Daughters backdoor pilot is coming after Castiel returns from The Empty. I figured that the backdoor pilot would focus mainly on the ladies with Sam and Dean there mostly as background pieces to sort of pass the torch. But since Castiel is apparently counted as a lead character now, maybe he could be there too? How awesome would it be for Cas to meet Jody and the rest of that cast, huh? They already have a connection through Claire, so why not?   

2. A season-long arc between Sam and Jack

It’s about damn time we got a new dynamic on the show. I’m confident that this will come to pass, but I really would like to see Sam acting as a sort of mentor and friend to Jack. After all, both of these two were/are object of Lucifer’s desire, they both have powers they can’t always control, and they seem to be innately good. Sam could definitely offer advice or even comfort to Jack since he can easily empathize with his situation.

3. An Evil!Jack arc

(This is another one that I’m sure will happen in some form.) Of course I prefer the cinnamon roll of a character that we were introduced to in 13x01, but I feel like his character development would be severely lacking if he didn’t go dark side at some point. I don’t really care how it happens: he feels betrayed by Cas and/or the Winchesters, Lucifer somehow influences him to his side, he thinks he’s doing the right thing when really he’s not (just like his daddy). I don’t care. But I think seeing an evil Jack would be really awesome. 

4. Bobby, Bobby, Bobby

I mean, right? You cannot give us a glimpse of Earth 2 Bobby Singer in 12x23 and not give us more in S13. I know he isn’t the same Bobby that we’ve known this whole time, but honestly, I’m just jazzed to have some of him back. I’m just a little fearful that he’ll be in maybe three episodes tops? And that doesn’t suit me at all. Bring me all the Bobby, please.

5. Returning characters

We’ve all been talking about the possibilities that this other Earth could bring up. A parallel world that’s basically the same as the one we know but without Sam and Dean. So, that means you could bring back... well, anybody. I heard a rumor that Osric was set to come back this season, so maybe we’ll get to see Kevin? Or Charlie? Benny? All I’m saying is if they don’t bring somebody back, I’m gonna be mad. Earth 2 is a total loophole to revisit some fan favorites. And listen, it doesn’t all have to be the good guys. Bring back fuckin’ Abaddon or Azazel or Ruby. Take full advantage of the situation you’ve written yourselves into, writers. Don’t let me down.

6. A real, lasting solution to Castiel’s burdened soul

For the past six fucking seasons Castiel has been on a fucking journey of self-loathing and self-hatred. It’s been exceptionally highlighted in the past two seasons, and not enough has been done to fix it. I’m not trying to downsize all the goodness that came from the Winchesters in S12, but there was also a fair amount of belittling, especially from Dean. Shit, that’s all Cas’s arc has been for the past two seasons. This season, I’d like to see a change. I’d like to see a real, extended conversation with Castiel and Dean (because, let’s be honest, Dean’s opinion means the most to Cas) where Dean sits him down and says something to the effect of “You’ve got to stop trying to prove yourself, Cas. You don’t need to. You have always been the strongest player on the bench, and I need you to believe that. I do.” You know? I just need for someone to put their damn foot down and make Cas see how amazing he is so he stops getting stabbed in the damn chest trying to prove himself.

7. A Sam-centric storyline

I’m gathering that this season is going to be Cas-centric at its forefront, which is beautiful. He deserves that, he’s never had that, it’s his time to shine. However, Sam has been sidelined for too long. I don’t care if it’s a subplot, but I need for Sam to be a part of the actual plot for the first time in forever beyond him fighting alongside Dean. I get it; Sam’s the one who’s got his shit together, so why would he get into the kind of trouble that would warrant a solo story arc? Maybe he doesn’t have to get into any kind of trouble. Maybe he could just become a leader of some sort (like we saw in 12x22). Maybe something with his psychic abilities could be touched on again (which I heard might actually happen). Maybe you could stop painting him as a character to be sidelined and actually give him his own stories again. How ‘bout that, SPN?  

8. Explosions

I don’t really know why, maybe because of the grenade launcher last season, but I really wanna see something blow up. I mean, Jack can do so much, right? So, let’s blow some shit up!

9. Weird demonstrations of Jack’s powers

Like I said, Jack can do a ton of stuff with his powers, so I’d love to see an episode (which is probably the Scooby-Doo episode) where Jack’s powers just fuck something up so badly. He could accidentally turn the Impala pink. He could replace Sam’s fancy shampoo with toothpaste. He could be the reason Cas has highlights this season (but for real, have you noticed Misha’s hair lately?). I just want some funny shit to happen because there’s a juiced up spawn of Satan living in their house.

10. Chuck

I know he’s not going to bring Castiel back. Hell, I’m guessing Cas--and maybe Mary--are gonna save their own damn selves. But, even if it’s just for five minutes, it’d be cool for Chuck to come in like, “Dean, I heard your prayer, but there’s nothing I can do.” And then Dean would 100% try to kill God himself before Chuck poofs away.

11. Teleportation station

Honestly, if Cas is going to be back at full power, I want him to get lit about it. I just want to see him so damn happy to be back, ya know? He’d say, “I’ll drive” before a hunt and then boop Sam, Dean, and Jack to wherever they were going. He could flash his wings at random intervals. Shit, he could break Sam’s friggin’ leg and go, “Wait, watch!” and then heal him. Then Sam would go, “You could already do that, you marble!” And Cas wouldn’t even care because he’s so happy. Tell me that wouldn’t be cute.  

12. Crowley appreciation

Sadly, we all know Mark isn’t coming back to SPN, at least not any time soon. However, we can still give Crowley the respect he deserves this season. I understand that Crowley wasn’t TFW or family or anything, but he was something to Sam and Dean (as we saw in 13x01). I’d just like to see more comments made about wishing Crowley was there to help them with something or absentmindedly saying the kinda miss him. Ya know, just something to show everybody that they haven’t forgotten about him and that he meant something to the Winchesters. 

13. A new grieving process for Dean

I just made a post about this today, but I really want to see Dean grieve differently this season. For one, he’s lost so much at this point that I think it warrants more than the moody, drink the pain away, ignore the crushing feeling of loss, fight through it response that Dean normally has. For two, he made so many steps last season toward a more open and vulnerable expression of his feelings, and brooding doesn’t line up with that. Also, there’s a big difference this time around: Cas. He’s never lost Cas like this before. Not this completely, not for this long, not this far into their relationship. Say what you want, but Dean’s relationships are all different. From Sam to Mary to Crowley to whoever, Dean has a unique relationship with all of them. And losing Cas should result in a different kind of grieving. Especially considering the shit they’ve been through, especially because of all the shit Cas gave up for him. Dean’s lost plenty, but this time needs to be different.

Well, that’s all I got! Let me know if you agree or disagree or think some of these will happen. I’m excited for the season, for sure. Hopefully, it’s everything I’m wishing for! 

[antthonystark]

anyway things that were amazing about 2x11

VISUALLY what a lovely episode!!!! that awful green colour grading from 2a seems to be gone (or mostly gone) and yeah, the lighting is still dark, but i feel like they’ve finally struck the appropriate balance between season “looks like a commercial’ one and season “who the fuck even is in this scene?” 2a lol. like if you look at the rooftop scene from 2x05 compared to 2x11, it’s night and day. 

speaking of visual effects, did anyone else love love love the way the end part of the episode looked, when azazel was fuckin screaming into everyone’s ears or whatever? the pentagram and everything and then like the ash and i really liked the effect where azazel evaporated into bats or what fuckin ever

GOLDEN EYES JACE HOW COOL IS THIS plus basically that whole badass leap and sword thing whatever you wanna call it i just loved that whole thing it’s like this really really cool mythology coming to life and i really liked the aesthetic of it all with the glowing runes and eyes

azazel recognizing magnus was my favourite thing in the entire world tbh like ohhh man i really hope they go down this route when they’re exploring magnus’s backstory and the way alec in the background just kind of looks between them.....is there anything better than this 

starting from the top, i really love the institute courtyard set! i don’t think we’ve seen it before? but anyway it was really nice and it set a really cool atmosphere for both the demon summoning scene and the parabatai sparring scene and i really hope we see more of it 

and uhhh speaking of the parabatai sparring scene.... i mean.....is there anything better than this just tbh

like i said before i love the set and the atmosphere of it i thought it was super cool and it wasn’t even that poorly lit for being at night lol and the music was nice! i love the kind of electro techno what fuckin ever im too old for this stuff they play during the sparring scenes

and the fight choreography this season has been out!!!! of this!!! world!!!! personally i loved the sword/axe fighting they did but the hand to hand was just as fun and more cute and almost like play fighting between brothers and i just loved it 

the teasing!! the smiles!! just a really good lighthearted scene that didn’t feel extraneous either 

okay hate climon if you will but that scene was really pretty visually

the attempted hug between jace and simon had me in stitches dom and alberto are so perfect at their dynamic whether you ship it or not it’s fantastic 

im glad we’re seeing a more increased presence of the clave because it’s only appropriate and it rounds out the world better and is hopefully going to make certain things implied about the clave more explicit

plus......herondale reveal.......soon hopefully lol

ive seen that restaurant multiple times in person that azazel decimated and i think that’s a cool fun fact irrelevant to everyone but me 

I LOVED THE SCENE between alec and izzy....like i did not like the yin fen plot but it seems like we’re wrapping that up thank god...and it was just so damn sweet!!!! alec is so sweet and nurturing and caring isn’t he :)))))

oh lord that sweet sad little smile that they exchanged when he said “they all think you have the flu” kill me now that was perfect 

matt and em have such a damn perfect dynamic and chemistry it kills me every single time and em was also fantastic in all of the withdrawal scenes

when she’s trying to put her makeup on is especially touching and i think it’s as good a character moment for izzy as we’ve gotten recently and i really liked it 

motherfuckin luke alpha garroway that was so badass and i loved every damn second of it (plus idk about you but that “detective garroway” was nice)

luke being 100% done with ollie was hilarious and i loved it 

his excuse about taking notes on his phone was great too i just loved that whole scene tbh

loved the moments between simon and maia!! i’m so glad they’re not trying to put any unnecessary drama between them and just having them move on and stay friendly with each other!! 

magnus’s outfit basically saved my life so there’s that 

i want his coat and someone in that costume department deserves literal emmys

plus whenever magnus just....knows everything....all the time...... i love it

love the boyfriends working together!! solving problems!! helping each other out like real people do and i also really liked the aesthetic of the scene with that garbage can fire lighting it up....probably not gonna be fun as a gifmaker but it looked cool as hell (esp with that coat)

GOODBYE!!! UNECCESSARY!!! INCEST!!! ANGST!!! hello to a sweet and healthy relationship being allowed to form w/o unnecessary incest angst :)))

i actually loved the scene between the two of them right after, when clary is a little bit upset and tells jace to “feel something” i feel like it’s really indicative of the different ways they look at the world and themselves and yes i enjoyed it 

cute bonding moment between luke and maia!!! im really glad that they’re acknowledging the problems while not ruining their relationship, because i love it a lot and it just really shows how much trust maia has in luke and vice versa

the scene........with.............jace and alec on the rooftop..........is there anything better than this......i just love how it was completely wordless and yet you understood the emotions perfectly and the little pat alec does on jace’s head fuck me up man

more scenes like this please where emotions aren’t thrown in our face through over-expressive dialogue and the actors are allowed to act because holy shit it was perfect

speaking of which, SUBTLETY!! with ollie being potentially ??? who knows with that pic she took of luke and maia, plus the tiny little hints (i mean we all know who he is but if we didn’t) about sebastian (also kudos to will tudor for a fantastic first episode!!) like the way he talks about jocelyn which is some pretty sick dramatic irony for us at this point, and the weird hand burn thing he was doing......i really liked it and i think will is gonna be amazing and i’m excited to see what’s next

like it’s not punching us in the face with information and i really appreciate that 

alec and izzy’s phone call!!! it’s so cute and im so glad they’re handling their conflicts in character because they just care and love each other so so so so so much and you can see that so clearly and i love it 

though im not a fan of the trope in this context, i cannot fucking wait to see harry shum fuckin jr killing the game next episode because he will and it will be phenomenal tbqh

[shirtlesssammy]

Who We Are: Recap

Then:

Mary’s gone all British Manchurian Candidate

Now:

The cold open starts very ominously with one dead hunter and Mary Winchester slowly washing blood from her hands.

Ketch then texts who’s next on her kill list: Jody Mills. I think not, show. I think fucking not.

At the bunker, the boys try brainstorming different ways to bust out of their soon-to-be tomb. Toni is (un)helpfully shooting down every conceivable option. “I say we kill her,” Dean justly suggests. More air for our heroes! Toni indicates she’s the only person that can help their mother since she programmed her in the first place. Also, there’s only one way out of the bunker: the manual override located outside the bunker. Sam decides it’s time to nerd out and hit the books in the library. There’s got to be a reversal spell somewhere in the lore!

The spell they try only works for a second. The boys decide to Shawshank (bingo square!) the bitch, and start fruitlessly hammering away at the bunker wall. With the realization that they don’t have enough time, they share a nice brotherly moment. We learn that Sam still needs to forgive himself. And Dean has started to accept himself.

Dean’s little friend busts open the joint and they restore power to the bunker.

Mary shows up at Jody’s.

Once out of the bunker, the boys start calling hunters en masse, warning them about the BMoL. Sam can’t get a hold of Jody, so they rush to her home. They find her and Alex ok, and Mary all tied up (bingo square!). Jody Fucking Mills.

Jody briefly consoles Dean, and Mary taunts them. “Aw, you want to play mother to my son? He’s all yours.” Jody reassures Dean that this Mary isn’t him mom. “What’s the matter Dean? Am I too different from the Mary you know, or too much the same?”

Sam brings in a handcuffed Toni to reverse the spellwork, but it seems that Lady Bevell lied. There is no reversal. Toni then makes it clear that the BMoL will not stop until they are dead. The boys decide to fight.

Sam Fucking Winchester Alert

Hunters gather to hammer out a plan to stop the BMoL. Long (not)forgotten hunters Walt and Roy show up. Things are...awkward. Dean had promised to kill them the next time he sees them, but since it’s all hands on deck, he gives them a pass. Sam then gives a rousing speech, and it was a glory to watch. “We know hunting isn’t just about killing. It’s about doing what’s right, even when it’s hard. So we go by our gut. Right? We play by our own rules.” It’s time to take the fight to them.

I saw this as a very nice step for Sam. He’s a leader in his own right. Dean defers to him in this moment. It’s all good.

The hunters get ready to roll. Dean, and his messed up leg, opts to stay behind. Anyway, Sam’s ready for this. AWWWWW. Dean’s going to save their mom. Jody and Alex have a moment where Jody confirms that Alex is heading to a safehouse with Donna, and Alex tells Jody to “kick it in the ass.” AWWWW. Then Dean and Sam hug and exchange “bitch” and “jerk”. AWWWW.

At the moonbase, Professor Umbridge Dr. Hess gives final orders to the BMoL that everyone is fair game in “phase two”. There are no restrictions.

The hunter army races through the night towards Moonbase. Meanwhile, Ketch pulls aside a BMoL tech to find out where Mary is located. She's in Lebanon, Kansas. The Men of Letters prepare for war.

In the bunker, Dean cuffs Mary to a chair. Toni assures Dean that she can be trusted to help him insofar as she wants to be set free eventually to see her son. Her loyalty for the BMoL dropped like a hot potato when Ketch left her to die. Toni attaches her makeshift Vulcan mind meld machine to Dean and Mary, then tranquilizes both of them to shove them forcibly into a hypnotic state.

Dean wakes in an arm chair in his childhood home. The world is memory-fuzzy and a little dreamlike because baby Sam appears out of the blue in his crib in the living room. Dean smiles fondly at his brother when his mother approaches to dote over wee Sammy. (Parallels!) She heads into the kitchen, calls four year old Dean to the table for lunch, and busies herself at the counter. “Mom,” the real Dean says to her seemingly unhearing ear. “Mom...”

At Moonbase Jody rams her truck through the compound's fence, triggering alarms. Outside the hunter army takes down the BMoL soldiers one by one. (As an aside, doesn't Jody have access to some fuckin' body armor? Come on.)

The hunters make it inside, setting explosive charges to break down doors, throwing smoke bombs, and taking out hardened, assault-rifle-armed soldiers. Jody is a fucking badass. This...makes me very happy.

In Mary’s head, Dean walks right up to her and begs her to hear him, to look at him. He grabs her arm and he can move her, jostle her. Dean realizes she's ignoring him in order to deliberately lose herself in the dream world. She pulls out a freshly baked pie for memory!Dean. In this dream she is the perfect mother. “I only want good things for you, Dean. I'll never let anything bad ever happen to you.”

“I hate you,” Dean tells her. (Fuuuuuuck my heart.) “You lied to me. I was a kid. You promised to keep me safe and then you make a deal with Azazel.” (Me: I mean, technically it was the other way around.) Mary still has her back turned but it's clear now that she's listening to Dean pour his heart out to her. He tells her about how her deal to save John's life reverberated through his and Sam's lives. She left them alone with their shell of a father. Dean admits that he had to be brother, and father, and mother to Sam. The weight of Dean's lost childhood presses on this conversation. “That wasn't fair.” Dean tells Mary the sorry story of Sam and the depths of his failure to protect his brother. And it's her fault. “I hate you,” Dean says with eyes red with tears, his voice breaking. “And I love you.” (Jensen Fucking Ackles, everyone.) He tells her that he understands. He's made ugly deals, too. Dean forgives her and promises a fresh start if only she'll fight her way out. (@mittensmorgul made a very good point about this moment/what could have been) He begs her to look at him. “Mom, I need you to see me,” he begs.

And at last, she turns, looks up, and SEES her son. They greet each other in a perfect parallel to the first episode of the season. (For my feelings on the matter, read the poetry excerpt at the end of this recap.)

(Also, my god I need to take a break with a cool washcloth on my face this was so good.)

And then suddenly Dean gets ripped from her mind and wakes to find a dead Toni and Ketch standing over him. Dean and Ketch brutally fight each other. “When you left us alone in the bunker,” Dean tells him, “I knew you were psycho but I didn't think you were stupid.” (THANK YOU for addressing this) Ketch corners Dean with a gun, aims it. And then there's a shot from behind. Mary shot Ketch in the shoulder of his gun arm. I'm gonna say she shattered bone or something to incapacitate him so well? Usually a shoulder wound in a TV show is just a laughably mild flesh wound. “I knew you were a killer,” Ketch says, intending to prod at their sense of mercy. “You both are.”

“You're right,” Dean says for the first time ever without a trace of self-loathing. Mary shoots Ketch in the head. Listen, Ketch. Sticks and stones will break your bones but guns will totally kill you.

At Moonbase Hess escapes into a biosensor-locked room. Jody and Sam break into the office. Hess tries to convince Sam that they need the BMoL. She tosses over a folder of Lucifer photos and Sam agonizingly processes the fact that the devil is running around the planet yet again. Sam won't take the deal, though. He shoots the computer which has been live streaming their little exchange to London. As Hess reaches for her gun, Jody dispatches her with a single, perfect shot to the head.

They blow Moonbase sky high.

At the bunker Dean and Mary pick themselves back up. Mary acknowledges that everything that has happened then – and now – stems from her deal with Azazel. (I’m not sure I agree because that’s a lot of shitty decisions to pile onto her one shitty decision. But it works for the emotional healing that needs to happen.) She apologizes to Dean for being distant, cold. Working with the BMoL was her way of trying to make things right, but at a distance because being with Dean and Sam hurt too much.

“Everything that's happened since has made us who we are,” Dean tells her, “And who we are? We kick ass. We save the world.” Aw, look at self-accepting Dean Bean! (See. The. Poetry.)

Mary's still scared that Sam won't forgive her, so cue Sam coming in (slinking into the bunker quiet as a cat, apparently). He pulls her in for a hug because he's Sam Fucking Winchester. It's group hug time.

I’d like to end with a quote from T.S. Eliot’s “Little Gidding”:

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

I Can’t Read All These Quotes Through My Tears:

Straight Shawshank this bitch.

Goggles.

Once I was in I just followed 'cause it was easy. Easier than leading.

Big, beautiful, and dumb.

I'll take a jacked up Dean Winchester over any other ten hunters any day.

[eisforeidolon]

Episode: Stuck in the Middle (With Yawn)

I decided to watch right away since last week was so good, but man, what a mistake.  I'm not sure if I spent more time bored or despairing for the IQ points I undoubtedly lost watching something that stupid.  

I won't say that there wasn't some genuinely good emotion in there with Cas almost dying and the other characters being concerned and choosing to stay and fight for him, because there absolutely was.  Pretty much the only redeeming feature of the episode, other than a few bits of the fight scenes.

The interlude in the diner was trying so, so hard to be cute, and just ... no.  Mandy is also commonly shorthand for Miranda, dumbass.  Even Dean has never prioritized hookups over a hunt and would not think this was the time.  There was no reason for them to be bickering like children other than to try and make us feel some kind of family feelings for Mary, before showing us throughout just how little feeling she seems to have for anyone.  Ugh.

So, let's recap:  Mary endangered Wally's life to lie to Sam and Dean, resulting in his death.  Mary endangered ALL their lives to steal some shit for the BMOL.  Who we're informed are being TOTALLY AWESOME … completely off-screen, naturally.  Did Amara, like, resurrect the wrong person?  Because Mary is a bigger dick nearly every time we see her.  Also, if this is just supposed to be some random-ass demon according to the intel, why does it require four hunters and an angel?  That they even remember devil's trap bullets in this episode (which have been mostly absent since their introduction) spells out that this isn't a standard hunt.   Except bog-standard demons haven't been that scary since, what, season 3?  Sure, it ends up actually needing that much firepower, but there really didn’t seem to be any good reason for Mary not to go by herself, get her ass killed, and thus save us all the misery of this nonsense.  

Worse, the writers introduced the Knights of Hell, talked them up as if they were a huge, majorly powerful deal, and then completely squandered the inherent potential by having all of them bar Abaddon already dead and killing her off in a way that was practically an afterthought.  So their way to make up for this is to … crib the idea but scratch out Knights and call them Princes of Hell now and pretend like this has been a thing all along despite never coming up before.  Greaaat.  I'm sure it'll go so much better this time, because the writers have obviously learned from their – I can't even finish that sentence it's so absurdly untrue.  Even in this very fuckin' episode they make a joke of the whole idea.  They introduce this new super-powerful demon who is totally the baddest and worstest demon since the beginning, guyz! He's, like, Azazel's brother or something, and he is totally immune to, like, everything, even stuff that affected Abaddon!  He totally told Crowley to become King of Hell (because Crowley never would have come up with that on his own, lulz), he's just so awesome!  Along with the shiniest McGuffin to McGuffin in seasons!  Like, Michael had this totally kick ass weapon that never turned up in any of the lore, so cool, right?!  And then they promptly have them cancel each other out immediately, in the very same episode.  Anyone who thinks that's good writing should not be employed as a writer, or even in the general vicinity of writers.  

Furthermore, all the attempts of the episode to do “clever” things with title cards and the slo-mo walk and cuts and repeating repeating repeating dialogue?  Were utterly desperate for a better script, and ultimately felt like a futile attempt to polish a turd.  Thing is, they did something like this with Red Meat already - acted like they were going to kill a character we knew they weren't going to kill mid-season, but jumbled up the story to add more suspense. Except the simple story of a hunt-gone-wrong worked a million times better there than this convoluted mess of super powerful ass-pulls that took away from the personal drama rather than framing it.  

Finally, a few questions:  Why was the Colt glowing for no damn reason in the previous shots?  How dumb do the writers have to be to keep bringing back these super powerful things (or similar analogues) that were written off for good reason? Why is Lucifer not back in the actual cage?  Why lie about scaling back and then keep throwing out more and more shit about mega-villains?  Why bring Mary back to ruin her character just as much as they've ruined Lucifer?  How can a team of people making a show produce an episode like last week's and follow it with an episode like this week's and not feel a deep and abiding sense of utter shame?

[thep0rnfairy]

King’s Dead (au post-9x23, nsfw)

Dean opens black eyes and Crowley’s throat in the span of his first heartbeat. Artery spray and a red-orange deathflash, pulse fails. Ultra-high-def.

“Sammy!” Long live the King. Sound of his boots, smell of shampoo and booze under blood and sulfur and–Sammy, Sammy. Summoning herbs? That’s pretty darkside.

“Dean, you’re–what the Hell is that blood? Is that… Crowley?”

“Yeah.”

“Is he…?”

“Kind of a reflex.” Dean feigns a face maybe reads regret. “Asshole was creepin’ right over me.”

Sam’s mouth flattens. “What did he say?”

“Mostly, gurgle-gurgle, choke-thump.”

“Dude.”

Oops. Dean traces the Mark. “This thing.”

Sam nods, forehead crinkles and Dean thinks about this face in a garden of roses. “Is that… why…”

“I’m back?” Dean stands, strips his stained overshirt. “Think so.”

Sam knocks Dean’s breath out. Big long arms and his sturdy chest. Dean noses his neck crease, knuckles his spine.

“Need you, Sammy.” Winchester keepin’ a secret. Tired plot, but…

Sam groans. Gets Dean by the chin and kisses wild. Toppy, fuckin’ hungry way he does when somebody’s back from Hell. Handful of ass and Dean tiptoes, drags half-mast up Sam’s thigh.

Sam freezes. “You should clean up.” Whites show all around his eyes.

Right. Crowley’s blood. Better not get a taste, huh Sammy? Don’t wanna blow that five-year chip. Not on fuckin’ Crowley anyway. Dean’s t-shirt goes. Pants hit his ankles.

“Clean enough?”

Sam’s nose flares. Nails rake Dean’s tattoo, nipples ribs and abs. Dean can picture him, naked and stunning, draped over Hell’s throne. Dean sinks to the bed edge, Sam to his knees. Pets inside Dean’s thighs, thumbs over his balls. Breath washes through his leg hairs and two pulses race.

Lips scald Dean’s demon-amped dick and his moan comes out half growl. Dean leans on his palms, whiff of Crowley’s cooling corpse behind him makes him buck up. Sam coughs. Spit trails to his pubes. Damn and Sam takes cock like he’s taking communion, all this reverent awe in teary eyes. Dean hand-combs, thumbs across Sam’s eyebrow and smiles. Sam rocks lower.

Still gonna have to kill Cain. Abaddon groupies’ll hunt him forever but other than that? They already took down Lucifer and Lilith. Alastair and Azazel and–“Ohhh fuck.” Sammy makes that move, head in his mouth and tongue working the slit. Hands on Dean’s hips can’t keep him pinned but remind him enough. Dean sets up a counterstroke, jacks in Sam’s mouth and more speed, more heat…

Offhand, Dean wonders if his come’s gonna juice Sam up like Ruby’s blood did. Probably not but it’d be awesome. Anyway Sammy’ll get the real deal when the time’s right. Dean’s gonna fuck Sam and feed him and rule Hell with him, and that thought–

Come roars out of him. Lucky Sam’s drinking him down when his eyes flash black. Gonna have to watch that…

Dean almost laughs.

*

Sam joins him by the dying pyre. “Almost can’t believe he’s gone.”

“I know.” Dean shakes his head.

“What’ll happen to Hell now?”

“Nothin’ for a while.” Then a war’ll break out and they’ll make their move. Game of Thrones-style.

Sam’s hand slips Dean’s back pocket. “Shower?” Lips brush his ear. Kid’s speakin’ his language.

Half shoving match half avid makeout session impedes their trip. Trail of clothes ends just past Sam’s room. Then it’s a race.

Sam kisses Dean, presses him into dry tiles. Dean registers the flash in his eyes too late. Sam pulls the knob and steps back. Dean howls, skin blisters and he hits the deck.

“Blessed the water heater while you burned the bedding.”

Dean roars.

“You reek of sulfur, you think I’m an idiot?”

Warded cuffs click into place. Dean’s power bleeds. He blacks out.

I... Oh my god, nonnie. I totally thought I knew where this was going, and I was surprised in the BEST WAY POSSIBLE. I love love love this. Thank you!