#Heaven's Graveyard and the Devils Kiss

[frostbitingabyss]

Heaven's Graveyard and the Devils Kiss 3

CHAPTER 3

[darcyme]

Read the news today, I decided to translate this poem I learned in grade 5. It is called "Emily, con..." The poem was in Vietnamese. It was about Norman Morrison, a man who self-immolated in front of the pentagon in protest of the Vietnam war.

Emily, come with me  When you grow up, you know the way, you won't get lost  “Where are we going, Dad?” To the Potomac  “What are we looking for, Dad?”  Nothing dear, only the Pentagon  O my child, round are your eyes O my child, gold are your strands  Don’t ask me much, yeah?  I'll take you out, you will be with Mom tonight  Washington  Twilight  O poor souls  Remain or lost  Blazing truth! Johnson! Your crimes weigh heavy  Humanity detests  The yellow demon of this Earth  You cannot borrow red blood Of Christ, and yellow of Buddha  McNamara Where are you hiding? In the graveyard  Of the pentagonal building  Each corner for a continent  You still hide your head  In flame Like an ostrich buried in scorching sand Look! Look at me now! It’s only me with my daughter in my arms  I am today And my daughter, Emily, you are forever!  I stand tall  With a great heart  Of a hundred million people  Of America To set fire to the horizon  A torch  Of justice.  All of you, a pack of devils In whose name?  You bring B-52s Napalm, mustard gas From the White House  From Guam  To Vietnam To assassinate peace and national freedom  To incinerate hospitals and schools  Kill the people who only know love Kill the children who only know school Kill the green fields of four seasons  And even kill the rivers of poetry and art! In whose name?  You bury our youth in coffins  O our strong and beautiful men  Who can turn nature into electricity and steel  For the happiness of the people!  In whose name?  You bring us to jungles Spiked pits, swamps of resistance  Villages turn hidden fortresses Night and days, heaven moves and Earth shakes… O Vietnam, how strange are you Children become heroes Wild bees become warriors Flowers and fruit become weapons! Die, die  All of you, a pack of devils Listen! My fellow Americans!  To the voices of pain, of eternal hatred Of a son. Of a person of the century Emily, my dear! It’s getting dark…  I cannot take you home anymore When the flame ignites Mom will come find you tonight  You will hug and kiss her  For me And tell her:  “Dad went in peace, please don’t cry.” Washington  Twilight  O poor souls  Remain or lost  It’s time, my heart burns bright  I set myself alight The blazing truth. 

[wickedanddeadly]

Ivy Collins Bio

I'm just a saleswoman. I got a boss like everybody. He holds the contract, not me.

Crossroad Demons are demons tasked with "buying" souls for Hell through deals with humans. These deals consist of the demon granting the human's wish in exchange for ownership over that person's soul, resulting in the person dying and going to Hell to be transformed into a demon upon death. Crossroad demons are named as such because they, in particular, can be summoned at crossroads by humans seeking to make deals.

While the deals are typically beneficial to humans, the benefits are almost always temporary as the deals are usually made at the price of the person's soul. Crossroad Demons are master manipulators and love to play with people's emotions, particularly negative emotions such as greed, guilt, and fear. All Crossroads Demons sign their contracts with a kiss.

A Crossroad Demon can be summoned by digging a hole in the dead center of a set of crossroads and burying a box containing a picture of the mortal wishing to make the deal, some graveyard dirt, and a bone from a black cat. The demon most often prefers to possess the bodies of strikingly attractive women who appeal to the men making the deals. The recipient of a deal suffering an accident is a technicality that allows a Crossroad Demon to collect their soul early as long as the demon did not personally kill the person. However, this is considered bad practice by Lucifer and is forbidden under his rule.

Powers and Abilities:

Demonic Possession - Like all demons, they require vessels to walk the Earth.

Super Strength - Crossroad demons are stronger than humans, most monsters, and normal black-eyed demons.

Astral Perception - They can see other beings that are invisible to humans, such as hellhounds.

Reality Warping (by deals) - The crossroad demon's main power is that it can manipulate reality to make the wishes of the mortals it deals with come true. However, they can't do this without a deal for a soul.

Resurrection - The ability to resurrect the dead as part of the deals they make.

Healing - Crossroad demons have shown the ability to heal as part of the deals they make. 

Soul Reading - Some crossroad demons, can assess the condition of one's soul.

Teleportation - They have the ability to teleport, and commonly appear when summoned to make deals.

Immortality - As demons, they can live forever unless killed.

Super Stamina - As demons, they don't require food, water, sleep or oxygen to sustain themselves.

Invulnerability - As demons, they are invulnerable to most forms of harm.

Telekinesis - A crossroad demon is able to throw people around with their mind.

Flight - In their demonic smoke forms, they can fly.

Weakness:

Devil's Trap - A Devil's Trap will hold a Crossroad Demon for an indefinite amount of time.

Hex Bags - Hex bags can cause extreme pain to a Crossroad Demon.

Higher Demons - Higher Demons such as Princes of Hell and Knights of Hell can effortlessly overpower a crossroad demon, regardless of their status.

Holy Water - Holy water affects Crossroad Demons.

Angels - Angels can overpower and kill Crossroad Demons.

Angel Blades - It can kill a Crossroad Demon.

Demon-Killing Knife - This knife can kill a Crossroad Demon.

Exorcism - It will pull a Crossroad Demon out of its host and send it to Hell.

Demon Curing Ritual - A Crossroad Demon could be cured by this ritual and become human.

Burning Their Human Bones - Burning the bones of a Crossroad Demon's original human body could kill them while just scorching them caused harm to the Crossroad Demon. Threatening them was an effective form of leverage against a Crossroad Demon.

The Colt - This gun could kill a Crossroad Demon.

Lucifer's Spear - Lucifer's Spear can kill a Crossroad Demon.

Nephilim - A child born from both a Human and an Archangel can kill a Crossroad Demon if it manages to survive the wrath of Heaven.

Family:

Lucifer - For He Is Her Father/Creator

[delxsive]

graveyard-ripper​: 

     no. no, no, NO. 

    death blossoms in ivory grimes’ face. the death that misty knows well, the death that she loves so much – but not here. NOT NOW. that is how the undertaker knows it’s over. that is how she knows, unless by some collapsing of time in on itself, that the woman she loves is DEAD. she will take her to the morgue, and she will kiss her until her lips are bruised. until a fellow employee arrives and she cannot be seen so intimately with a corpse ( even if it is that of her girlfriend ). she will enter the study in search of the will that’s in her desk. she will make phone calls and prepare her corpse as studiously as she knows how. then she will say goodbye one last time – to ivory and to herself.

    what misty does not know is that ivory grimes’ heart is still beating – sluggishly, sparingly ( this cruel world won’t let the young woman go so easily ). what misty does not know is that the blaring ambulance sirens are close and coming rapidly closer. what misty does not know is that she’s SCREAMING. of the vocalization, she is aware, but reality is fragmenting; she does not know how loud, or what she’s crying beyond her partner’s name. 

    it was always going to end like this, wasn’t it?

    the red, flashing lights cannot compare to the red cruor that coats them. it is an approximation, a mere flicker of what this AGONY feels like. the emts rush in, but misty is too resigned to their fate; she looks up at one and blubbers, ❝ she’s gone. ❞

    but it is not the job of the emt to take someone’s word for it, so the woman kneels and, with the help of her own partner, tends to the urgent situation. 

    ❝ she’s got a weak pulse. ❞ one says to the other. 

    and misty feels HOPE twist inside of her. like a knife. she does not consider the very real and very near possibility that ivory will still die from her injuries. all that matters is that the stubborn little shit hasn’t given up just yet. for incongruent reasons, she tries to grab at her lifeless body as they hoist her onto the stretcher – but seems to rectify this as they cart her toward the ambulance. she stumbles to her feet. 

    ❝ misty! ❞

    johnathan. misty looks at her father, grief-stricken, yet with hope glinting in the tears that spill from her eyes. she can see it on his face instantly. heartbreak. you have no idea – on her own is a crimson crescent, marking perhaps the last time ivory grimes ever touched her.

     ivory grimes had not given much thought to how she would die, though she had been more than certain the day would come prematurely. her whole life had been focused solely on survival, on clawing her way out of the basement she was, and still is, locked inside with bloodied nails and a soul long sold to the devil. they say that drowning is the most peaceful way to pass. . . and right now it feels as though ivory grimes is under a current, her lover’s screams echoing above the surface. 

     somewhere within the safety and comfort provided by her girlfriend's trembling hold, the brunette loses her famous ability to struggle. there must be something beautiful about dying this way, it seems almost CLEANSING to be free of the corrupted, sinful blood that pumped through her veins, giving her the gift of life she DOES NOT DESERVE. this life had been long stolen, ivory herself exists only on the bones of those who have died so she can live. how can someone as corrupt as her ever be clean ? she remembers reading lady macbeth in an elective class, ‘will all the water in the ocean wash this blood from my hands ?’  despite it all, it’s almost peaceful ; that’s a big word for ivy, ALMOST. almost enough, almost happy, almost changed, almost -- but not quite.

     light floods blurry vision, those dark eyes unfocused and fluttering persistently, though ivory grimes would be STUPID to assume she is going anywhere near heaven. the sensation of a mask being tugged over her mouth is combined with a strong scent of antiseptic, and shortly after limbs lash out with brutal and MURDEROUS force, darkness overtakes once more. the scholar does not dream ( or rather, the ones she has are of reality before shots of sedative and painkillers are pounded into jaded veins. ) clearly, the medical team spent so long poking and probing at lifeless vessels, bruising the entire span of her arm and hands, any prior needle marks would go unnoticed. any aspect of time has escaped her entirely. minutes, hours, days, everything meshes together in a foggy haze induced by medication and sedatives. eventually, that light comes again, dimmer this time, and the beeping of a heart monitor is echoing to her right . . . 

     oh fuck, she has seen this scene before, and suddenly she is seventeen again. fear floods her lifeless frame, picked up by the sudden increase across the monitor screen. had there been a bit more energy in those lethargic limbs, the brunette would shoot upwards and rip cords from her body, obliterating anyone who dares to get in her way until . . . oh, ivory grimes knows that touch anywhere. fingers flex to acknowledge the grip around them, the soft, chilled flesh of her partner in crime, grip just a tad harsher in her fingertips. her gaze falls to the right, dark hues desperately attempting to focus on those beautiful features. just like that, tense muscles relax once more. ❝ hi . . . baby blue. ❞ she croaks. you stayed.

[raayllum]

Rayllum-y lyrics from Midnights:

And I wake with your memory over me / That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)

I would've stayed on my knees / And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil / At nineteen / And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven / And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts / Memories feel like weapons

When my depression works the graveyard shift / All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

All the love we unravel / And the life I gave away / 'Cause he was sunshine / I was midnight rain / He wanted it comfortable / I wanted that pain

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye / You were bigger than the whole sky / You were more than just a short time / And I've got a lot to pine about / I've got a lot to live without

Summer went away, still, the yearning stays

One night, a few moons ago / I saw flecks of what could've been lights / But it might just have been you / Passing by unbeknownst to me

I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out / There's just one who could make me stay / All my days

Can I ask you a question? / Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room / And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you / But fifteen seconds later, thеy were clappin' too? / Then what did you do? / Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night? Oh / Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh / When she said it was too much? / Do you wish you could still touch her? / It's just a question

Lock broken, slur spoken / Wound open, game token

My knuckles were bruised like violets / Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked / Spineless in my tomb of silence / Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

I can't let this go / I fight with you in my sleep / The wound won't close / I keep on waiting for a sign

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy / How the hell did we lose sight of us again? / Sobbin' with your head in your hands / Ain't that the way shit always ends?

They said the end is comin' / Everyone's up to somethin' / I find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings

My friends from home don't know what to say / I looked around in a blood-soaked gown / And I saw something they can't take away / 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned / Everything you lose is a step you take

Tale as old as time / I wake up screaming from dreaming / One day I'll watch as you're leaving / And life will lose all its meaning / For the last time

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? / Years of tearing down our banners, you and I / Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts

Good girl, sad boy / Big city, wrong choices / We had one thing goin' on / I swear that it was somethin' / 'Cause I don't remember who I was / Before you painted all my nights / A colour I've searched for since

You’re on your own kid, you always have been

"It only hurts this much right now" / Was what I was thinkin' the whole time / Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out / I'll be gettin' over you my whole life

All you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates / And all the stars aligned / You and I ended up in the same room / At the same time

My hand was the one you reached for / All throughout the Great War / Always remember / Uh-huh, tears on the lеtter / I vowed not to cry anymore

You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love / The slowest way is never loving them enough

If you never touched me, I would've / Gone along with the righteous / If I never blushed, then they could've / Never whispered about this / And if you never saved me from boredom / I could've gone on as I was / But, Lord, you made me feel important / And then you tried to erase us / Oh, oh / You're a crisis of my faith / Would've, could've, should've / If I'd only played it safe

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse / Of a chain reaction of countermoves / To assess the equation of you / Checkmate, I couldn't lose

[slaygentford]

you can post it without the name :) thanks for understanding

props for LITERALLY SENDING THIS to a LITERAL PLACE that LITERALLY published it. you are so full of verve and what we will call bravery. as you will all find out from reading this the theme is he can be your angle OR your devil

HEAVEN IS RED

religion is an abstract concept when your god is a mortal man with a drinking problem and a laugh brighter than the sun. you have prayed in passenger seats and graveyards and motel rooms and gas stations and anywhere but a damn church. you have prayed for forgiveness in twenty different languages, half of them dead. prayers in sigils and tattoos and scribbled in black ink on crumpled up receipts. prayers in old cassettes and greasy diner food and the steady beating of his heart underneath your ear. prayers in pleasecomehome prayers in wehadnohome prayers in youaremyhome prayers in ashes, prayers held firmly in fists prayers all jangled teeth, all yellow-purple bruises prayers in the smell of whiskey, in the taste of kissing too hard and coming away with blood. prayers in pills held under tongues and filthy bandages, prayers in sweat-stiff clothes and sleeping in the backseat together, prayers in the glint of moonlight off your matching knives. the thing is; you’re still not sure if he’s here to be your savior or your devil.

why does this read exactly like every spn poem I also wrote at 17

[hepaliendestielrecs]

Hidden Gems Destiel Fic Rec

Amazing fics with <10k hits

Woven by MajorEnglishEsquire (@chuckwinchester) [T, <1k]

Bunker Fic, Fluff

"It's cooling down in the bunker and Cas can't find the blankets."

the whole package by @outpastthemoat [G, <1k]

Fluff, Dancing

Castiel is watching Dean’s face when the couples on the dance floor start slow dancing and Dean says suddenly, "I think it’s nice."

Whose Belt Is It Anyway? by Hatteress (@goddammitstacey) [T, 1k]

Season 8, Oblivious, UST

Prompted by the promo to 6.07 - Family Matters. There's a belt. It's not around someone's waist. So whose is it?

The Name Game by @xylodemon [G, 1.1k]

Future Fic, Fluff, Human Cas

"They haven't called my number," Cas complains, glancing around the office.

more under the cut

To Have and To Hold by midnightcastiel (@miraclecastiel) [NR (I’d say Gen), 1.2k]

Fluff, First Kiss, Canon Verse

The wind steals their breath as they approach the graveyard. Dean walks between Cas and Sam, and he is sure that his nose and hands are frost bitten. Dean barely has time to grumble the complaint out loud before he feels Cas’s hand in his, warm and gentle.

Carpooling by @alchemyalice [G, 1.4k]

Crack, Humor, Season 5

This is the worst car ride in the history of ever.

Every Word Is True by Sass_Master (@sass-master-stina) [M, 1.7k]

Rimming, Established Relationship, PWP

“I want to eat you out,” Cas says, low and sincere, a spark of mirth coloring his tone.

Dean sucks in a breath, holds it and lets it out slowly. “Okay.”

stoic minds and bleeding hearts by microcomets (@mishcollin) [G,1.7k]

Fluff, Angst, Fallen Cas

Castiel discovers human memory is limited and sets out to remedy that situation; Dean makes some...interesting discoveries.

Beer Good by @lisztful [T, 1.8k]

Fluff

Dean decides to find out what happens when you get an angel drunk.

After All That’s Been Said and Done by imogenbynight (@thevioletcaptain) [T, 1.9k]

Season 9

He's been in love for three years. Has known it for at least two. He wonders what it would be like to just blurt it out like these kids do. He might have faced the devil without breaking a sweat, but the thought of putting himself on the line like that makes his stomach clench and his palms clammy.

untouched & intact by microcomets (@mishcollin) [T, 1.9k]

Fallen Cas, Season 8 coda

After Castiel falls from heaven, he figures he has two options. He can find Dean Winchester, or he can get spectacularly drunk.

He opts for the latter.

Full Circle by Winter_of_our_Discontent (@bamfinacuddlyjumper) [M, 2k]

First Kiss, UST, Fluff, First Time

“C’mon," Dean said, "You gotta try pie, Cas, it’s like… the whole point of being human.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Right, Dean. Forget the collected works of Shakespeare. The Taj Mahal. Baked goods are way more important.”

Dean didn’t look up from where he was delicately shaving curls of vanilla ice cream off the frozen block and onto the plates with a fragile plastic spoon. “Dude, talk to me when Hamlet comes in a delicious flaky buttery crust.”

Break the Walls Between Us by @remmyme [E, 2k]

PWP, First Time

Dean rapidly blinks away his confusion. “You want me to…what?”

The Coat by petramacneary [G, 2.4k]

Fluff, Team Free Will, Season 5, Canon Divergent

Cas' coat gets ruined during a hunt, and Dean goes to buy him a new one. Featuring Team Free Will trying to be as normal as possible.

to boldly (kinda sorta) go by microcomets (@mishcollin) [T, 2.7k]

Fluff, Fallen Cas, Team Free Will, Charlie Bradbury, Post-season 8

That one where Team Free Will and Charlie cosplay as Star Trek characters. Post-season 8.

because i could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me by microcomets (@mishcollin) [T, 3.2k]

Fallen Cas, Fluff, Angst

Castiel dies and is given a choice.

Stars Fall On by @mithrilwren [T, 3.5k]

Domestic, Sam & Cas Friendship

Sam doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t even know why Cas is here, lying on the dirty floor surrounded by tools and muttering around faulty wiring.

“Need a hand?”

Like Fields of Grain by feyjewels [T, 5.6k]

Fluff, Angst, Domestic, Canon Divergent, Post-Canon, Fix-it

Warning: Major Character Death

“It’s not about deserving, Cas,” Dean had said, half-whispered in the middle of the night a few short months after they had begun to share the bed they laid in. “It’s… fuck, well I don’t know what it’s about. But people don’t get what they deserve, not most of the time.”

Castiel frowned, furrowing his brows. “They should,” he grumbled.

the run and go by microcomets (@mishcollin) [T, 2.7k]

Fluff, Fallen Cas, Domestic

Cas makes a list. Dean is Yoda, and Sam is unimpressed.

Home by imogenbynight (@thevioletcaptain) [T, 6.9k]

Angst, Fluff, Season 8

It's late October, Hell is still open for business, and they haven't heard a thing from Kevin since April.

Castiel, either--not that Dean hasn't been trying to do something about that.

He hasn't prayed this much since Purgatory.

bloodflood by orphan_account [M, 7k]

Hurt/Comfort, Case fic

Sam and Dean are hunting a case in the cold Minnesota wilderness when an unexpected friend turns up.

Good Things Do Happen by @trinityofone [T, 11k]

Canon Divergent, Post-Season 5, Everyone Lives AU, Christmas, Sam POV

Yes this is a Christmas fic and I was planning on saving them all for a Christmas rec list later in the year, but I was gobsmacked when I saw this only had 7500 hits because in my mind it’s a CLASSIC. 100 of those hits are probably me.

A Winchester Family Christmas, 2010. AKA, Best zombie Christmas ever!

[moviesludge]

Updated the movie link list for gifs on my page for the first time in a while. List is updated with everything I giffed or capped that wasn’t already on there. I used to omit movies where I only giffed or capped 1 thing, but I added those now, some of which were requests that I deemed more or less ungiffable (sludge-wise). I tested all the links and they should all be working now. I had to fix a few that led to nowhere due to dashes or misspellings or whatever. Let me know if you find a broken link and I’ll fix it. Link list is here https://moviesludge.tumblr.com/movies broken into 2 parts alphabetically.

Here’s the movies that were added to the link list:

Absurd Aenigma All That Heaven Allows Amityville 3D Angel Annabelle Arachnid Avengers Bad Samaritan The Basement Battle Beyond the Stars Beastmaster Beyond Dreams Door Biotherapy Birdman Black Mama White Mama The Blood on Satan's Claw The Bloody Exorcism of Coffin Joe The Border Brazil The Breakfast Club Bride of re-animator Brightburn Brokeback Mountain Bug Buster Busting Carnosaur The Cat The Cellar The Child A Chinese Ghost Story 3 The Church The Collection The Conjuring Crawl The Crawling Eye Creeptales Cthulu Mansion Dangerous Seductress Daughters of Darkness Death Walks At Midnight Death Wish (2018) Deathstalker IV Demolition Man Demon Knight The Devil's Nightmare Disembodied Doom Edge of the Axe Evil Dead Trap Evil Ed Exorcist III Fade to Black Family Plot Five Element Ninjas Friday the 13th part VII: The New Blood Future Kill Girl Slaves of Morgana Le Fay A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night Grave Secrets Graveyard Shift The Greasy Strangler Green Snake Gremlins The Guest Haunt The Headless Eyes Hell Fest Hereditary Hiruko the Goblin Holidays House of Dracula The House With Laughing Windows The Howling II Human Lanterns It's Complicated The Jar Jason X Kenny & Company Kickboxer Killing Spree Kiss of Death Klute Life Life After Life The Lighthouse Living Dead in Manchester Morgue Lone Wolf Love Is A Gun Mac And Me Making Contact Mandy The Meg Memories of Murder Mindkiller Mirror Mirror Mister Designer Mom Mortal Kombat (2021) Mothra Night angel Nightbeast Night Killer NOES 5 The Nude Vampire Oculus The Oily Maniac Opera Organ Out of the Dark Overlord Paris Texas Peacock King The Pit & the Pendulum Poison For the Fairies Psycho Goreman The Purge: Anarchy Q: The Winged Serpent Red Eye Repossessed Requiem For a Vampire Road Games Rosemary's Baby Scared Stiff Seeding of a Ghost Shadowzone Shakes the Clown Silent Night Bloody Night Silent Night Deadly Night Silent Night Deadly Night 3 Silent Night Deadly Night 4 Simon Says Skins The Slayer Slumber Party Massacre II Slums of Beverly Hills Spasms Spontaneous Combustion Spring Student Bodies Surf II Suspiria (2018) Syngenor Tammy & the T-Rex TMNT II Terrifying Girl's High School: Women's Violent Classroom Terror on Tour Thir13en Ghosts Trick Or Treats Underwater Unmasked Part 25 Us Vacations of Terror 2 Vice Squad Videodrome Vivarium Viy Watchers Wax Mask We Are Still Here Who Framed Roger Rabbit Wolf Devil Woman Yongary

[illusionage]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

APHRODITE.   laughter loving.   sweet smiles.   dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair.   sees the world as a runway.   unapologetically sexual.   the sea washing their ankles.  in love with love.   stirrer of passion.  cunning concealed by painted lips.  secret daggers.   doves.   revolution in their kiss.   delighting in the waves.   flirtatious winks.   strolling along the beach.   staring wistfully from a balcony.  this is how to be a heartbreaker.   wants to be adored.   gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO.     glitz and glamour.   art galleries.   turning the volume up.   being made of gold.  neatly organized music sheets.   notebooks filled with poetry.   bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create.  collecting vinyl records.   beautiful cover of wonderwall.   playing multiple instruments.   tasting like sunshine.   healing touch.   speaking in prophecies.   smile mingled with wrath.   shunning lies.   sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked.   arrow to the heart.  paint brushes.   probably has a tinder account.

ARES.   armed for battle.   wants to raise a dog with their significant other.   soft spot for children.  gives piggyback rides.   scarred body.   blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice.   warm hugs. well worn combat boots.   boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest.  ignites revolutions. fear is a prison.  more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think.   exhausted.   damaged goods.  force to be reckoned with.  red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS.    keen sense of a hunter.   freckles like constellations on their skin.   piercing eyes.   disheveled braid.  moonlight peeking through the shadows.   the calm of the forest at night.   lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn.   protecting their kin.   the moon shimmering on a still lake.   quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree.  running with wolves.  bonding while circled around a campfire.   not being much of a people person.   arrow hitting a target.   popping egos.   patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA.    discerning gaze.   unreadable face.   quiet museums.  owl perched on their finger.   armour that intimidates.   eye for architecture.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses.   studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid.   big fan of logic.   loves brain teasers.   ancient buildings.  sweaters in neutrals and cool colours.  hair done up.   can kill you with their brain.   heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils.  abs that can cut steel.  stoic statues.  pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil covered hands.  smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun.  being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends.  flowers kept in the pockets of overalls.   takes pride in their beautiful garden.   speaks to their plants.   leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat.  picking fruit.   greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain.   values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone.  curls crowned with flowers.   folded pile of sweaters in warm hues.  pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk shitposter.   on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second.  seductive smirks.   untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin.   sleek furred panthers.   theatre masks.   stage productions.   receiving a standing ovation.   rose caught between their teeth.   being the baby of the bunch.  wild parties that last from sundown to sunup.   creeping vines.   inspiring loyalty.  grand opera houses.   masquerade balls.   rolls of film.  shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor.   pouring champagne into flutes.   lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS.    the calloused hands of someone who knows labor.   sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders.   steampunk goggles.   nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes.  ashes.   striking a match.   blueprints for future projects.   fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades.   wrestles with bitterness.  work boots have seen better years.   wrinkled plaid shirts.   iron melted in blazing fire.  huge jackets.   crafting masterpieces.   greased stained overalls.   fascination with robotics.  pain is fuel. stack of weaponry.   even their muscles have muscles.

HERA.    resting bitch face.  dressed to the nines.   cows grazing on a pasture.  cool rain.   loving and hating fiercely.   hand clutching a string of pearls.   large chandelier with glittering crystals.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims.   romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it.   downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix.  like their selfie or you’re grounded.   knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man.   dark eyes that penetrate your soul.   marble and gold.

HERMES.     devil - may - care smile.   always up - to - date on the latest technology.  will steal your french fries.  does it for the vine.   shitposter.   puts googly eyes on everything.   meme hoarder.   long drives on the highway.   ma and pop diners.   spontaneous road trips.   folded maps.   fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop.   shooting hoops on the basketball court.  chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations.   goes jogging in the morning.   mixes redbull with coffee.   menace on april fool’s.   hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON.   storm with skin.  colorful coral reefs.   waves crashing against the shore.   stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop.  tousled locks.   clothes smeared with paint.  owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more.   leather jackets. fondness for diy projects.  handwriting that flows across the page.   nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin.   velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams.   mood as ever - changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES.     walking home alone in the early morning.   back alleys.   drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism.   crows picking a carcass.   untended dead flowers.  the black sheep of the family.   black coffee.   money can’t buy you happiness.  murder mystery dinner parties.   blood on your shirt collar.   dust illuminated by sunlight.  classical music.  dogs are better than people.   a quiet wrath.  shady business deals.  taking what you are owed.   paint it black.  seasonal affective disorder.   popping the suit collar.   grey rain on a cityscape.

ZEUS.     thunder in their heart. running on coffee.   flash of lightning.   unnatural charisma.   eloquence.   badass in a nice suit.   aficionado of history.  force of nature.   lennyface.  nightmare - filled nights.  proud arm around their lover’s waist.   high - rise buildings.  planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano.  maintains order. strong handshake.   juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease.   expensive watch.

tagged by: stole from my old blog! tagging: honestly any1 who wants it.... theres like four ppl in this rpc im not tagging them im shy 

[banashee]

I wasn't tagged but @sinister--potato said who feels like it should join in so here I am. 😁

Rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people!

And once again I'm having too much fun to stop at 10.

Also I'm tagging whoever wants to do this, as well as you Folks (no pressure tho)

@stufenlosregelbar @asamandra @hopelessly-me @lilolilyr @spectralarchers @cruciatusforeplay

1) The Longest Johns - "Ashes"

2) Wardruna - "Helvegen"

4) Lebanon Hanover - "Hard Drugs (Qual Remix)

5) The Last Dance - "Frozen"

6) The Devil and the Universe - "Black Harvest"

7) The Weekend - "Blinding Lights"

8) Boy Harsher - "Pain"

9) Clan of Xymox - "It's all a lie"

10) Bauhaus - "Telegram Sam"

11) The Mechanisms - "Laid in Blood"

12) Lacuna Coil - "End of Time"

13) New Today - "Savior dot com"

14) Frayle - "If you Stay"

15) Lebanon Hanover - "Gallowdance"

16) The Beauty of Gemina - "Trapped"

17) The Mechanisms - "Sigyn"

18) Project Pitchfork - "Drums of Death"

19) The Real McKenzies - "Old Becomes New"

20) The Mechanisms - "Sunrise"

21) Lebanon Hanover - "Dark Hill"

22) Clan of Xymox - "Stranger"

23) Sunrise and the Banshees - "The Killing Jar"

24) The Cure - "Hey You"

25) Faith and the Muse - "Plaguedance"

26) The Sisters of Mercy - "Body and Soul"

27) Lebanon Hanover - "Petals"

28) Lebanon Hanover - "Du Scrollst"

29) Rammstein - "Sonne"

30) Fields of the Nephilim - "Last Exit for the Lost"

31) The Beauty of Gemina - "Kingdom of Cancer"

32) Brandi Carlile - "What can I say"

33) The Wailin' Jennys - "Keep me in your heart"

34) This Cold Night - "Self-deception"

35) Project Pitchfork - "Contract"

36) Bootblacks - "Gone"

37) Murder by Death - "The Big Sleep"

38) Wind Rose - "To Erebor"

39) Siouxsie and the Banshees - "Cities in Dust"

40) Amon Amarth - "Live for the Kill"

41) The Invincible Spirit - "Push!"

42) Clan of Xymox - "Weak in my knees"

43) The Mechanisms - "Pellinore and the beast"

44) Ashbury Heights - "Hollow"

45) Lady Gaga - "Dance in the Dark"

46) Paralysed Age - "Days that are gone"

47) Paradise Lost - "Symbol of Life"

48) The Longest Johns - "Wellerman"

49) Creux Lies - "Virginity"

50) Whispering Sons - "Waste"

51) New Today - "Girl High"

52) Editors - "No Sound but the wind"

53) She Past Away - "Sanri (Clan of Xymox Mix)

54) Xmal Deutschland - "Incubus Succubus II"

55) Project Pitchfork - "Timekiller"

56) Lebanon Hanover - "Hollow Sky"

57) The Last Dance - "Winter"

58) Selofan - "Black Box"

59) Specimen - "Wake the dead"

60) Then Comes Silence - "Animals"

61) The Sisters of Mercy - "Burn"

62) The Beauty of Gemina - "This Time"

63) Depeche Mode - "No More"

64) The Beauty of Gemina - "Haddon Hall"

65) The Devil and the Universe - "Belief Manipulation"

66) Melodicka Bros - "Enjoy the Silence (way too loud)

67) This Cold Night - "Time Bomb"

68) Switchblade Symphony - "Bad Trash"

69) (nice) The Mechanisms - "Rose Red"

70) Faith and the Muse - "Patience Worth (Piano Version)

71) Diva Destruction - "The Broken Ones"

72) Diva Destruction - "Dance Remix of Trees"

73) Lebanon Hanover - "Hall of ice"

74) Generation X - "Dancing with myself"

75) Creux Lies - "Tsavo"

76) Wind Rose - "We were warriors"

77) The Sisters of Mercy - "Dominion/Mother Russia"

78) Faithful Dawn - "She Falls down"

79) The Longest Johns - "Geberal Taylor"

80) The Real McKenzies - "The Ballad of Greyfriars Bobby"

81) Drab Majesty - "Forget Tomorrow"

82) Deine Lakaien - "The Executioner"

83) Clan of Xymox - "Louise"

84) The Last Dance - "Desperately Still"

85) The Cure - "Plainsong"

86) Clan of Xymox - "She is falling in love"

87) Soft Kill - "On the inside"

88) Amon Amarth - "The Hero"

89) Drab Majesty - "Kissing the Ground"

90) Cold Cave - "Life Magazine"

91) The Sisters of Mercy - "Marian"

92) Assemble 23 - "Outsider"

93) Nightwish - "Dead Boys Poem"

94) Dynazty - "The Man and the Elements"

95) The Real McKenzies - "Too Many Fingers"

96) Lebanon Hanover - "Gravity Sucks"

97) Specimen - "Lovers"

98) Jeremy Renner - "Stereo Love"

99) Queen - "Bohemian Rhapsody"

100) Social Station - "All I ask"

101) die ärzte - "Geisterhaus"

102) Social Station - "Endlessly"

103) Kirlian Camera - "Celephias"

104) ES23 - "Only Melodies Remain"

105) Wardruna - "Kvitravn"

106) Volbeat - "The Devils Bleeding Crown"

107) Faith and the Muse - "Rise and Forget"

108) Sopor Aeternus - "Beautiful"

109) Faith and the Muse - "The Woman of the Snow"

110) Wardruna - "Thurs"

111) Sopor Aeternus - "Goodbye"

112) The Sisters of Mercy - "Train"

113) This Cold Night - "Dog"

114) Paradise Lost - "Primal"

115) Danheim - "Hringras"

116) Amon Amarth - "On a sea of blood"

117) Vandal Moon - "Computer Love"

118) Paradox Obscur - "Broken Lies"

119) Paralysed Age - "Your coldest smile"

120) Whispers in the Shadow - "The Rites of Passage"

121) Delphine Coma - "Is this forever"

122) Brandi Carlile - "I'll still be there"

123) She pleasures herself - "The Weeping"

124) The Devil and the Universe - "Elousa"

125) Ashbury Heights - "Cry Havoc"

126) The Beauty of Gemina - "June 2nd"

127) Hapax - "A Tank for Alex"

128) Clan of Xymox - "Heroes (Cover)"

129) Faith and the Muse - "A Winter Wassail"

130) Lacuna Coil - "Kill the Light"

131) The Beauty of Gemina - "Suicide Landscape"

132) Bootblacks - "New Lines"

133) Deine Lakaien - "Because Because"

134) Clan of Xymox - "All I ever know"

135) The Beauty of Gemina - "Wonders"

136) Lebanon Hanover - "No one holds hands"

137) The Mechanisms - "Underworld Blues"

138) Faith and the Muse - "Scars Flown Proud"

139) die ärzte - "Der Graf"

140) Faith and the Muse - "Denn die Toten reiten schnell"

141) Whispering Sons - "Fragments"

142) Inkubus Sukkubus - "Memento Mori"

143) Wardruna - "IngwaR"

144) Boy Harsher - "Come Closer"

145) Danheim - "imar"

146) Drab Majesty - "Hath no Form"

147) Echoberyl - "Into the beyond"

148) Inkubus Sukkubus - "Beltaine"

149) Volbeat - "Mr. & Mrs. Ness"

150) Clan of Xymox - "Home sweet home"

151) This Cold Night - "Circuits"

152) Alien Sex Fiend - "Now I'm feeling zombified"

153) Spear of Destiny - "Liberator"

154) The Last Dance - "World Down"

155) Diva Destruction - "Subterfuge"

156) Esoterik - "Set Fire to me"

157) Tribulation - "Cauda Pavonis"

158) Esoterik - "Cup of Life"

159) Leo - "Monstermash (Metal Version)

160) Epica - "Our Destiny"

161) Nightwish - "Wishmaster Live"

162) Lebanon Hanover - "Your Fork Moves"

163) Brotherhood - "Rain"

164) Twin Tribes - "Upir"

165) Kamelot - "Under Grey Skies"

166) Paralysed Age - "Nocturne"

167) She Past Away - "Ritüel"

168) Twin Tribes - "Avalon (Bootblacks Mix)"

169) Bella Morte - "Dead of Night"

170) Drab Majesty - "Entrance and Exits"

171) Pink Turns Blue - "Your Master is calling"

172) Soviet Soviet - "Ecstasy"

173) Suspiria - "Graveyard of the undead"

174) The Cure - Just like heaven

175) Kamelot - "Abandoned (live)"

176) Amon Amarth - "Blood Eagle"

177) The Sisters of Mercy - "1969"

178) Pink Turns Blue - "Walking on both sides"

179) Shad Shadows - "The Grace"

180) Plastique Noir - "Rose of Flesh and Blood"

181) Epica - "Unchain Utopia"

182) Pink Turns Blue - Missing You

183) The Last Dance - "Regret"

184) Rosetta Stone - "Come Hell or high water"

185) Beast in Black - "No Easy Way Out"

186) Bauhaus - "Hollow Hills"

187) Breaking Benjamin - "Breath"

188) Vandal Moon - "We are electric"

189) Lyca - "Drifting"

190) Lebanon Hanover - "Bring your own wine"

191) Saigon Blue Rain - "Pearly Haze"

192) The Other - "Skeletons in the Closet"

193) Eluveitie - "Belenos"

194) Box and the Twins - "Lovesong for a Ghost"

195) Wind Rose - "Diggy Diggy Hole"

196) The Cure - "A Forest"

197) The Other - "Back to the Cemetery"

198) Storm Weather Shanty Choir - "A Hundred Years"

199) Box and the Twins - "Gravity"

200) Ash Code - "Empty Room"

[frostbitingabyss]

* tabs mic* hi im not dead just very busy but update is coming..... soon

[wooyoungqueen]

This is it the final chapter of A deal with the devil. We made it to the whole part 4 I am sad to say that I will miss this story so much, but I am also you guys love this seiers because I know that I did. And there are some chapter I have writing but didn't add because I didn't want to make this story longer so here we go the final chapter then I will sleep.

Chapter 40: The ending

Title: A deal with the devil.

Summury : everyone enjoy their lives.

Warnings: non

Taggin: @rosegaming117 @spacepiratehongjoong @leaderienugie @tragictraveller @truthhurts-atiny98 @snailosaur @immortal-imagination @pastelpinkelfie @shibermilkio @ateezappreciation

After all that happened, finally, finally we had a peaceful day in my brother's house. Everyone here is safe, sound, not harmed or in heaven. Yunho helping San grilling. Seonghwa  making a salad, jongho, wooyoung, cleaning up the table. Maria in the rose garden cutting the roses, I haven't  seen Yeosang but he's  keeping in touch with us through text messages. I looked at Haneul who was playing with he's blocks, then he handed me a block and I played with him.

"My whole family here, thank you God for giving me such a family. I don't  feel lost, or in the dark, all I want is that i am glad/proud that you blessed me with a son, a son that looks like his father." I smiled and prayed than Hanuel crawl over and tried to stand up but he fail on his bottom, but that didn’t stop him he continued until i didn’t notice Wooyoung was recording and saying encouraging words. “Come on Hanuel, you got this. Walk to your daddy.” “you got this son, mommy is behind you.” I smiled while holding the tears in, and then he took one baby step than started to pick up his speed and I saw everyone cheering him on than he hugged his dad which I am glad that we got his first steps in camera, all I could do is to lean into Wooyoung touch and he kiss my forehead and Hanuels’s, when San turned off the camera we heard Yeosang voice than a girl next to him and Maria told him. “Hey guys sorry that I am late. This is my girlfriend Lee, Jiwoo. Jiwoo, this is my friends Yunho, Jongho, this one is Park Seonghwa Maria's older brother, this is Jung Julia, Jung wooyoung and their little ball of sunshine Jung Hanuel. And here is Choi San, and Choi Maria. Maria has been my friend since childhood.” “Is finally nice to meet you Maria.” “Nice to meet you too, Lee Jiwoo.” I smiled at my friends when Hanuel was still walking to wooyoung, I told my brother that I will be back. “Brother. I want to visit my parents grave alone.” “Okay sis, drive safe.” “I will, I will be back before the food is done.” I took Wooyoung's car keys, and drove to the graveyard. I was looking for my parents grave when I saw Hongjoong visiting his older sister, until he stopped me and we talked. “I'm sorry that I killed her. I.. I am sorry Hongjoong.” “Is okay, Julia. She couldn’t be helped you know. But I should be apologizing for the way she almost destroyed your family, how she treated San and you.” I looked at him as the wind was blowing, then I closed my eyes and he smiled. “Enjoy with your family, buddy. You and wooyoung deserve each other and your son needs you. This will be the last time you will see me.” “Where are you going? If you don’t mind me asking.” He smiled at me and then said, “America, I am going to study music. Medicine wasn’t my thing, look what happened.” I went to give him  a farewell hug and told him. “I wish you the best of luck, Hongjoong take care of yourself.” “I will, thank you Julia. Bye.” I saw him walking away then I turned around and walked to my parents tombstone. “Hi mom, dad. Sorry that I haven't seen you in a while. Well it's been months to be exact but I do want to say thank you for being here for everyone, also your grandchild learned how to walk today I just wanted to tell you. Also everything is back to normal. No one could destroy this family that we built, we have each other back no matter what.” I stood on my knees, and prayed after I was done. I threw water on their grave stones for them to drink and dust off the dirt. Then I looked at my phone in the car and had 5 voice mail from wooyoung then called him back.

“Finally, you called. I was worried, Yulee.”

“Sorry, I just went to visit my parents grave. I haven’t seen them.”

“Okay, Hanuel ate already. But I am going to wait for you before we could eat.”

“Eat Wooyoung, you don’t have to wait for me. I don’t want you to skip your meals.” 

He stood quite at the other side of the phone, then he responded to me. “no , I'm waiting for you beside Maria to tell you something important.” “okay then, I'm on my way okay.” I hung up and drove back, while I was waiting for the light to turn green I saw two high school couples and it reminded me of Wooyoung and I then snapped out when they were beeping. When I arrived at the driveway, Maria came out and put an arm around my arm. “Julia, finally you came. I was waiting for you to arrive, now I could tell everyone.” “Is there good news or bad news?” “Good news silly. Since everyone is here, I want to say that San and I are going to be parents.” We laughed when San spit out his drink and went to hug Maria. “I am going to be a father, you guys I am going to be a father!” I smiled and hugged Maria and told her. “I am so happy that your pregnant, I can’t wait Maria.” “Finally Haneul will have a girl or boy cousin to play with.” I nodded and saw my baby boy walking to Yeosang and Yeosang was going around with the skateboard making car nosies. And I was eating with Jongho at the kitchen table and smiled. “Eat up, you must be hungry.” “You're kidding me, I am hungry. I saw Hongjoong though visiting he’s older sister, he’s leaving to the states to study music.” “That’s he’s passion, and I'm glad he put everything behind and started a new life.” I nodded and said. “ I wished him good luck, and I am glad that god is with him. I am telling you because you're my friend and I don’t want Wooyoung to know.” “Of course i am not gonna tell wooyoung,don’t worry Julia.” “Thank you, Jongho so much buddy. But this food is amazing.” I smiled, after we ate we all sat around in the living room by the fireplace laughing, talking while Hanuel was asleep on Wooyoung lap including him. After Yunho, Jongho,  Yeosang and Jiwoo. When I left home I covered Wooyoung and Hanuel up in my bed, then I grabbed a pillow and a blanket to sleep on the sofa. Until San talked to me. "Sis, you okay? You know I'm here." "I'm  fine, just happy that everyone is here and also congrats on being a father." "Thank you sis, it's past midnight, you should rest in the guest room." "I'm okay here brother. And your right is past midnight, good night big brother." "Good night little sis."

~

14 mouths pass 

Hanuel, and Jung-gun was doing their homework,  while I was making them lunch and wooyoung  was helping Hanuel with math. Than I open the door to see Seonghwa and Yunho smiling coming in than Hanuel Jung-gun ran over to them and hug them both. "Uncles!!!!!" "Hey guys, did you finish  your homework." "Who needs homework. I want to play." "Jung Hanuel, you need to finish  your homework. Or you don't  get to play with your uncles." They both laughed while going back to his seat and finishing his  math homework then told Yunho and Seonghwa if they wanted a sandwich. "You guys want a sandwich? I don't  mind making you guys one." "Sure, here let us help you though." I nodded then I went to Hanuel and check his homework and smiled. "See, did you say thanks to your cousin  for helping you" "thank you Jung-gun. For helping out with my math homework." "Anytime Hanuel. Thank you Aunt for the sandwich." I smiled and sat down drinking my tea then I heard Wooyoung's voice and Hanuel went over . "Finally to be home." "DADDY!!!! My cousin  is here." "Hey there Champs, ooh a sandwich where's  mine. I'm just kidding, I love relaxing. And hello Seo ghwa and Yunho." "Hey Wooyoung, work is busy as usual." "Yup. Especially  a co-worker trying to flirt  with me. But I have my adorable wife." He kissed me and then I fell asleep on him and told him. "Will you watch the boys while  I take a power nap." "Sure, I could do that."  "Besides, they're playing with Seonghwa. You know how Seonghwa  loves kids ``''yeah he does, but I'm glad that Hanuel isn't  alone." "Since Soojin is dead, do u still have the deal with the devil." "No, she's  dead. I am now a free man. Yunho I never felt so relaxed." I woke up to get a cup of water wrapped around in my blanket  then I slept on,  wooyoung lap. Causing Yunho to laugh, then Seonghwa  came down with the boys. "They have a lot of energy, wonder if they ever get tired." "They do, trust me I would know."  "Mommy!!!!!" "Haha, hi Jung-gun, did you behave  in your aunt's house." "I did, I played with God father Seonghwa  and Hanuel." "Hello God mother, Jung-gun helped me with my math homework." Wooyoung fake throw up, and I just laughed. "Really Wooyoung, Jung-gun ate a sandwich for lunch." " thank you sis. I'm gonna wait for San to come." Hanuel turned on his video games and let Jung-gun to play Mario Kart with him . I helped Maria to cook while wooyoung was taking a shower. We heard my brother's voice talking to yunho, Seonghwa, Jongho and yeosang and Jiwoo helped us out.  "Girls, come over to take a family picture. Come on." We went to take the family picture and all we could say was that We are all proud to have built this family out of love, trust. And not to mention the bond we have for each other.

They say we are the noisy  family group, but all I could say is that we are but not a lot . A piece of advice  never let no one come in between your relationship. Don't let your brother. Mother or any stranger to separate  you from your soul mate and never make a deal with the devil…

A deal with the devil. 

[heirceleste-a]

greek god aesthetic (atlas)

Aphrodite

laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

Apollo

glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.

Ares

armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

Athena

discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

Demeter

soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

Artemis

keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

Hephaestus

the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted-up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

Hera

resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

Dionysus

drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

Hermes

devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

Hades

walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

Poseidon

storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

Zeus

thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

Tagged by: stole it from myself

Tagging: @pepperpxtts @etresroyaux for katherine and margaret @escapedartgeek @musescomefrompain for fen and beasty @chisupa for cheryl and stiles and allison

[highsviolets]

breathless, chapter 3: an obi-wan x 90s!reader au

summary: in which you and Ben discover that nothing is like the first time, but maybe time is a construct anyway

word count: 3.2k+ 

cw: kissing. light references to smoking, a lil angst, some language  

A/N: this could not have happened without @afogocado​. Thank you for encouraging me to continue this lil fic and an endless supply of ewan pics and listening to me ramble and omg ilysm 

 references // previous // next // series masterlist 

“my curfew’s at midnight.”

Ben doesn’t look at you when he speaks. Well, he does. Just not right now. He’s busy at the moment, tinkering with something in the hood of his car. hunter green t-shirt — auburn hair — something out of goddamn salinger novel ((or maybe dos passos))

you look up at him. you’re settled on a skateboard ((he’s far too trusting of your ability to remain upright)). listless currents from a fan — somewhere, in the garage, you think — ripple in that nomadic space between his t-shirt and your skin.

remarks are so curious a thing, and you watch yours descend upon him. not quite a cascade. not quite a pittance of cleansing summer rains. it’s something other — but not ethereal — it’s here, it’s now, it’s taking you, too, holding you in thrall — words bump into skin ((sinew and sin)).

“it’s about doing the right thing.” the grind of one metal locking its relatives, corollaries, corrosions, into place has ceased. or maybe only paused. you’re not sure the car is done. but Ben looks at you, and you know he’s done. done explaining himself.

the skateboard’s wheels squeak and cry out against the pavement when you adjust. legs stretched out — ragged vans pointing above ((wherever that is)) — violet tipped hands clutching the back edges — knees exposed — just kissing the faintness of tangible ((affection or affectations, what’s the difference?))

“i know.” freckles gaze into the sun, his eyes, reflections. he expects your explanation to be plaintive. institutional. it’s not. “i just wanted to know why.”

Ben shakes his head, once, twice, thrice — face still half-soaked in the shadow of the hood — astonishment is plain to see in the flatness of his cheeks — the waltzing of his tongue on his upper lip.

Two seconds later he is right there, crouching ((muscles straining)) next to you, the leather tips of air jordans exotic and smooth against the external lateral bone of your left knee. His eyes, screwed up at the invasion of the sun against their tranquility, stare at the meeting of his shoes and your body and then he is gazing at you.

angels manipulate his mouth into a smile — Ben’s yours, now — hands are clasped — battles halt in the ceasefire. “I should really stop underestimating you.”

Ben reaches out. Two fingers ride the length of your cheekbone. They still as skin morphs into frizzled, sun-bleached hair at the crown of your head, in that space between your ear and eyebrow. your head nudges into his terms of surrender. “That would probably be best,” you say. The pause between conditional tense and adverb is like the space between you and him, an assured hesitancy, caught between becoming and being, trapped in an interstitial existence.

it’s so fucking americana it hurts.

hair , secured by a scrunchie the same shade as your fingertips, is given a light tug. let’s get you home, he says, and your presence wilts in upon itself , he senses the rush of photosynthesis exiting your body and brings your lips to caress his.

it doesn’t feel like the first time — nothing ever does — familiar in semantics — murky in meaning — singeing and sweet — a transfusion of significance between you and him.

the breaking away comes with a solemn sigh. he’s rising and bringing you with him. you resist the urge to stage a coup and use the skateboard to rocket yourself into his arms ((a safehouse you’ve found)).

___

time: a nebulous concept for you. it’s pages dogeared and how many days until the next cd is shipped to the store and how many t-shirts you’ve accosted from oaken drawers.

it’s a far more solid object for him. a tangible weave of textures and patterns that he notices in the scrunchies now in the car’s island of misfits ((he still hasn’t told you the make and model)) and how many times you guide his hand around your waist while you eat ice cream ((vanilla in a cone with sprinkles)) and the pens he’s busted through since you first met ((he knows the number , they’re immortalized in a tin cup on his shelf))

Ben’s holding one that has yet to join its brothers in the tin graveyard. The clicker rests against his teeth. It looks seductive in his mouth. Like he can make you keen with just an imitation of the real thing, with words and ideas. Words twirled around the air have power. You both know this.

You’re the one who’s twirling, though. spinning around his bedroom — boombox emitting a Billy Joel song at least ten years mature — mouth forming words you have yet to possess the courage to blare — so much like your kisses.

((the words come through in the translation , the body moves but he hears the soul))

he watches you and he is transfixed. he knows you do not know how much you are revealing to him. at least not consciously. but you want him to crawl into your soul and never leave. he does not see it or hear it or feel it as much as he experiences truth, the clumsy trio dotting patterns across his extremities and seeping into his essence ((what it means to be human)) like an antibiotic ointment. he is scared you will stick to things for which you are not designed. but it’s too late and he’s covered in the stuff, slick with you. unleashed in a trigonometric function of three sides ((him / you , other)). sins and signs and echoing sunlight.

your smile mimics his as you edge toward the bed where he’s sprawled out. you laugh and he matches you, shaking his head in rare & unguarded ((unabashed , unembarrassed)) regard. you are in harmony.

skin meets skin — heels arched into the carpet — he’s too strong too stubborn — and you fail and fall and spill over him — tumbling over his torso, legs mashed — the heat of his victorious grin burns the atmospheric bubble arching over the two of you.

You’re not sure if the record stops or if you’ve just ceased hearing it. he arranges you ((like a bouquet, like a song)) on the bed. he stares down at you. the eyes are stormy again, like before he kissed you the first time ((but nothing’s ever like the first time)). they say eyes are the window to the soul. Your hands whisk the hair that’s dangling there, like you can quiet him by quelling his independently-minded locks. it seems to work. he blinks and when you see the sun again it’s brighter, bluer, but maybe that’s because he’s so still now.

he does not move. He may not have danced but his soul is pressing into you like a dagger ((did you fall on a sword)). Ben cuts off your impending speech with conciliatory kiss. “i know , darling” , and the words etch themselves into reality against your body.

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Ben is distant and he is near to you all at once. There are corners of his being that you want to slide and drag and push to the surface. maybe if you do he will start to make sense. form follows function, he tells you, and the words feel as yellow as the pages on which they’re inked.

it doesn’t make sense to you — “you have too much sense, dear one” — elinor and marianne — but for all his purity he does not dance — no ricochets in his lever and pulley soul.

you are glass and flannel and he is steel and silk. he is not quite your sun, or your moon, or your stars, and not even your world. but you are rapidly terraforming to his sundry heights and arid permafrost and the devil’s sun that makes a home in his fingers, in his mouth ((yet he is not lucifer, nor abdiel perhaps he is raphael)).

Ben watches you soak in him. He takes note, n.b., nota bene, notes well, excellently, the stillness of your hands ((the tremors have lessened, but have they learned?)). your words are teal and vermillion and ecru and weeping with tannins. Ben deduces ease, easel, paint, art as you furrow into his chest. His mind infers souls through their bodies. Form follows function. Function follows form. Maybe it’s all the same, and Maybe It Isn’t.

Through your mirror he sees himself with you but he does not comprehend. He is bewildered.

nails boards cones sheets — teeth fingers knees breath — swerving form yielding function clutching grasping — all so very , sine qua non — aspectu sine logos — why does the latin transform into Greek

Morpheus, he thinks, nods sagely. he hurls ticket stubs and lipstick napkins and sense ((you)) into shoeboxes and mailboxes and shadowboxes. he refuses a photo of you, with you, for you and takes your knotted eyes and throws them, too, into the nearest body of water. you are close but you are not near ((droplets on tanned skin, drowning in the water)) and it is all he can do to obey his life and he does not know that sartre laughs at him and de beauvoir pokes her lover.

you are not at the middle of your life and neither is he. the path is still obscured by the trees. is charon delivering you to this threshold of the styx ((stones, bones, death)) or the tip of the world where the stars scrape into the heavens with a different edge? he is rising: he brings you with him. so it was in the past, but does the past presage the future? if he is raphael then he is virgil ((Maybe it’s all the same, and Maybe It Isn’t))

epic firestorm of righteous creation myths — empirical histories — imperial truths. but no. dante, where is dante, is he off in firenze, dancing in florid colors? no. dante is in exile, civitas ex nihilo : in need of virgil. guide him to transcendence.

____

you do not see him for several days. maybe it is weeks. you aren’t sure. time is not empirical, Ben has told you, it’s something you have to feel through its measuring ((sometimes vibrancy tips out of his ridges)). but you wish he had let you take a picture of the two of you. you are more like him than you realize , the truest truths are the ones you can touch.

it is the longest you have not seen him, and it is very hot. the pool, the lake, they’re not the same when you can’t thread sand through his hair and be abducted by his gaze as you read ((spirited away from his bookshelf)).

you’re running out of books — running out of time? — but time is not statistical — multidimensionality of you and him — there is no space where he does not compress himself to exist with you.

“it’s not a phase, mom,” you say, and take another bite of cereal.

“you need to make up your mind.” the crunch is effective at blocking out the noise, and your mind continues on its path. you wonder if DJ Tanner ever felt like this. hair surfaces in your bowl, and you pluck it out, grimacing. Maybe you should cut your hair. it’s hot out. DJ had short hair.

a rap on the table — spoon? knuckle? you can’t tell — strikes you. the words reality and wake up and decisions and wasteful are abrasions on your knees, still sore from too many tries on Ben’s skateboard ((he had smiled at your earnestness and kissed away the latent tears , let your body do its healing)).

you do not speak words so much as you give birth to emotions, agonizing and cruel and hideous. you do not know what you say or if you even say it ((dissociation)). but it is metallic in your mouth and turncoat shaking fingers and the sinking sound of unharnessed emotion in your ears.

it is hot and stifling and too much when you leave. nothing is feeling right — that stillness has lodged in your diaphragm again — opaque skies mock you — rain comes and you are colliding with nature and you are losing

Ben is standing underneath the overhang at the library ((it always comes back to the library)) and you wonder if you’re finally hallucinating. you voice forms itself to his name and he turns, damp hair following a few seconds later, and he drops his cigarette at the sight of you.

Exhilaration delivers specks of mud on your legs and arms but it is no matter. the time and space continuum has rectified and he is in front of you, giving you a cigarette, gray t-shirt abstracting to his muscles as much as your vans cling languidly to soggy toes.

he exhales smoke the way he says your name. it is precise and pious and it blooms over you like pink and purple hydrangeas.

Ben sees the gouges in your eyes and chastises your traitorous hands and absorbs you. cigarettes slump, abandoned, as he presses your cheek to his heart ((the conjunction of your logic and heat meeting his fervent center)). you cling to him and he does not resist but molds himself to you. time stops ((it’s an illusion)). rain continues. Ben’s kisses glide along your hairline, your forehead. it tickles and you laugh and his smile takes shape against your frontal cortex.

you pull him into the rain even as he protests ((but he’s laughing and the clouds pause, time takes a breath , are you time)) and you kiss him. it is like something breaks in him or perhaps the rain has induced erosion or maybe he is like you and there is a filigree thread connecting his head with his heart and constructing a railway through his body. Ben is all the lightning — the sky has crowned a new Zeus —  you hold him as the thunder in his soul cracks and pulls

((maybe kant was wrong about time and heidegger was right about dwelling and nothing crystallizes in his soul like you do))

the two of you alight to his car ((still unknown yet cordial, native)) and when you reach his building he opens your door and scoops you up in his arms and it is like that first time by the pool ((but nothing is ever like the first time)).

your hand makes a fist in his soggy shirt and his hair is pasted to his forehead and you cannot censor the searing, violent, desideratum swooping over you ((nor can you pause the absurd laugh that gushes out of your heart at his display of exorbitant chivalry)).

“i can walk,” you say as he wades through water that’s now folding over his skin, lapping up his electrolytes.

“yes, dearest, but you can’t swim, can you?” he likes to respond with questions, but this one’s  an answer. Ben’s clutching you so tightly that you can’t see his face but you feel the contentment in his tone—it dashes into you like the rain currently encompassing the Earth, hesitant with the effort of exertion, with the weight of metal souls. “I’m just preemptively forbidding a disaster, darling.” there’s a tenderness bridging Ben’s raw power and mischievousness —  the network protrudes — extracorporeal ((does he know?))

He cherishes the rain, Ben tells you later, when existence reduces to you and him and incandescent petrichor and the pasticcio of kisses, heartbeats, palms on skin.

___

Ben is not carefree, but he is not serious. it is like he has learned that he can take up space ((empirical)). there is less constriction, tension, stenosis in his body ((the filigree is stretching his limbs)). movements are not languid but nor are they demonstrations of correctness. not slouching — just not strictly upright.

your hair gets tangled, like his sheets, like his legs in yours, and you tell him you want to cut it. An auburn eyebrow lifts archly, and he runs a finger down the length of your arm, tracing the veins ((your life)). “how will I teach you how to swim if you chop off your legs, darling?” Ben’s voice is charcoal. gray, yellow red orange burning, glowing at the edges. He draws up blueprints for cities in your open palm.

You make a quip about the ship of state and he snorts. When he shakes his head, his other hand — the one not serving as an architect on your body — shags through his hair, tanned skin meeting with copper effervescence in a ragged tryst. “i like its hows” he murmurs against your lips and you cannot protest, not when his caustic tongue ices, soothes, pacifies your conflagration.

The two of you are at the pool, again. He’s on his break. The air’s circulation is viscous, shoving over your skins. It straps you in — like the fanny pack around his waist. Ben’s donned his lifeguard pack for work, swapping out his array of gauche accessories for the traditional red and white accoutrement now fastened at his hips.

the most important things in his life, Ben thinks as he inhales the light spice of a Malboro, start with “l”. learning, lady, library, liberty, lake, logos, love. he doesn’t know from where last word originates; he must learn ((connaître ou savoir?)). in his experience, there’s no such thing as luck. He feels like a character in one of those war movies filmed right before he was born, smoking lucky strikes in a foxhole and just trying to stay alive, goddamnit, just trying to get through the war.

The two of you are always watching each each other. The obtuse phenomenology plays out like a courtly masquerade. veritas, quid est veritas, for here both object and deception are degrees of truth. He smirks around the cigarette and you blush but your eyes hold his and you catch his approval and stuff it inside your heart.

Ben takes your hand and places it on his thigh as you speak. the two of you are straddling a lacquered yellow beach chair, offensive in its self-confidence. he leans forward and touches his forehead to yours. he likes to take initiative — he is making use of his knowledge, he told you once, mumbled and sleepy, when you had whispered the question against his shoulder late one night.

Ben brings himself nearer to you. sweat — splashes — dangling exertions — smoke — sunscreen. it all plays about your lips and in your blood and in his hands that keep yours pressed against his flesh. someone yells at him to get his ass back to work and Ben rolls his eyes.

“duty calls.” his actions, the chair: they embolden you to dip your voice, your thoughts, mayhap you actions to a lower register.

He ducks his head to peer at your face, like that first time when you were falling over ((but nothing is like the first time)). as he passes the remainder of the cigarette to you, the words he speak sound like him, carry his weight, refracted starlight from coal. “we all have a duty. even you.” Ben doesn’t need to say his duties; they are his life, his schedule, the notebooks in haphazard stacks under the bed, his tin cups of pens. you wonder if you are part of his list ((if the cables have let you traverse the journey from his heart to his head)).

when you tell him that he is diamond but you a like one of those new gems they make in labs — what are they called — moissanite, he shakes his head. “you are not so scientific, darling.” fingers squeeze yours. “you are burning skies and delimitations and biting stars — the most natural things that exist.”

((you are not sure if you believe him, because nothing is like the first time)).

[the-roanoke-society]

i was working in the lab late one night...

when my eyes beheld an eerie sight...

welcome to the final post of horror aus for halloween 2020! i hope you all enjoyed the ride. i apologize for not having everything ready on halloween like i originally planned. remember that the inbox and dms are always open for questions, comments and concerns. if you missed them, here are parts one, two and three. all warnings still apply, so be forewarned.

i know things are scary right now. but to quote the infamous n. gaiman: fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

take it from me when i say that we outnumber the monsters of this world--and more importantly, take heart.

click below the cut if you, too, like doing the monster mash (no offense but it is kind of a graveyard smash...)

there’s bloodstains beneath the carpet - a ∆ au inspired by the super, co-starring technical officer drake and @agents-of-virtue​'s agent annabelle

it was a new start. for both drew and matthew. a new city, shining with opportunities and adventure. they had no shortage of hope--but maybe did have a little shortage of cash.

all the same, the knox-edwards boarding house wasn’t that bad. grimy and with a level of grunge akin to a garage band circa 1995, sure, but nothing unbearable.

but as drew was stuck in the hallway holding up their couch, matthew trying to figure out who needed to pivot and in what direction in order to not have furniture stuck in the doorway, he overheard it:

“what? another one? are you serious?”

two people were walking down the hallway, and they didn’t look to be much older than himself, or matthew. a man and woman, close together, as if they were conspiring.

“wait, drew, i think i got it, turn left a little bit--”

“as a heart attack. that makes it four people in three months. i’m telling you bekah, something fuckin’ weird in goin’ on here. people don’t just up and vanish from their own homes, and--oh!”

“drew! are you listening to me? turn it left!”

oh shit. oh shit. don’t act like you were obviously eavesdropping, maybe they didn’t notice...

“drew!”

“hi!”

welp. all right. be cool.

“uh--hello!” but he yelped when matthew unexpectedly let go of the couch, and it landed on the ground with a hard thud.

but drew was still processing what he heard. four people in three months? what did that mean?

mini soundtrack sampler includes: rockwell, ‘somebody’s watching me’ + absofacto, ‘dissolve’ + barns courtney, ‘99′

won’t you cut me down? - a second chances au inspired by seven in heaven

joan, normally, wasn’t so forward. at least, not a society-thrown event where multiple agencies were represented, and especially not when he knew lilith was around and not above reprimanding an agent in front of god and everyone else in the room.

but he’d had quite a bit to drink.

the evening was winding down.

and josie... josie was breathtaking.

he couldn’t help it.

“joan--joan!” she laughed as he turned her, taking her elbow and leading her down a hallway close to one of the larger coat closets. “what are you d--”

her voice cut off abruptly to the tune of joan’s mouth on hers, and the closing of a closet door.

joan didn’t stop to think about how this particular door wasn’t room he distinctly remembered. he was tipsy and enamored and his wife consumed his senses. he didn’t care.

but he did care a while later, after they’d made themselves presentable again and opened the door to a manor that was much, much quieter than he was expecting.

and josie felt it too.

it was an odd sensation, to feel that he’d stepped out of one place and into another entirely.

josie asked quietly, “where... where did everyone go?”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: jack white, ‘i’m shakin’‘ + konrad old money & sleep steady, ‘rage’ + k. flay, ‘blood in the cut’

my hands are growing colder - an inverse functions au inspired by eli

ginny knew erik wasn’t broken. she would rather have faced down a demon or some unholy thing sprung out of the gate than ever describe him like that.

but he was--unique.

beyond the understanding of most medical doctors, at least. even aly and caroline were struggling to treat his symptoms. it was like he’d become allergic to everything around him over the course of just a few days. his symptoms were sudden, severe, and left her nervous.

it wasn’t just allergies. she knew that. and if she had to seek help outside of the society, then so be it. all that mattered to her was seeing him brought back to health.

and late one night, during a despair-fueled search through some files in the archives that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years, she found a name: dr. isabella horn.

the fact that lacey, who’d been overseeing the roanoe medical wards for ages, hadn’t heard of her, should have been a warning.

but desperate times call for desperate measures.

the next day, they were on their way to a facility in the middle of the midwest--though ‘facility’ wasn’t quite the right word. it looked more like a mansion, with nothing but wheat fields all around as far as they eye could see. the horizon was only broken by the occasional oil derrick.

and they were surprised when they had to be buzzed through pressurized, completely sterile chambers to even get inside.

but there, right at the front of the welcoming committee, was a woman with dark eyes, and an easy smile.

“good afternoon! you must be ginny and erik, welcome. i’m dr. horn.”

but ginny didn’t trust her grin.

and that should have been the second warning.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: stevie wonder, ‘superstitious’ + the killers, ‘when you were young’ + the revivalists, ‘wish i knew you’

i saw your bones on the road - a pastel goth au inspired by the silence

meli would look back on it and realize with no small sense of irony how loud it was when it began.

the screaming, the terror. how she blasted her spotify on her furious drive to guiliana’s house in the blessedly quiet suburbs, eyes constantly searching the sky. she knew that the responsible thing to do would be to listen to the coverage on the radio, but honestly? she’d heard enough. she had more than half a brain, and she knew exactly what to do.

get her girlfriend and head--okay, maybe she didn’t know exactly what to do.

but giuliana was smart. they’d figure it out together.

the government didn’t know what they were, exactly. nobody did. meli only knew that they were calling them vesps.

it was a word that she mulled over frantically. linguistics was always a welcome distraction. she thought she’d heard it before, but all she could think of was the latin vespere. it roughly translated to ‘from the evening,’ or ‘from the night.’

from the dark.

perhaps that was an apt name.

the sunset had painted the sky in shades that were obnoxiously beautiful given the circumstances, and her jeep lurched in protest as she abruptly slammed the gear shift into park in the glow of guiliana’s porch lights.

in the distance, she could hear shrieking--but not that of human beings.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: mourning ritual, ‘bad moon rising’ + twenty one pilots, ‘ride’ + royal blood, ‘trouble’s coming’

waiting for the vultures - a time traveler’s husband au inspired by the houses october built

it had been dara’s idea.

“oh it’ll be fun! think about it, italy and the states celebrate halloween with way, way different aesthetics. think of this as getting a sampler of how america does it,” she said, sitting in silvano’s lap, charm volume as far up as it would go.

and he agreed. “all right--okay. a grand adventure across the country hitting as many haunted houses as we can.”

“geez, try not to sound too excited.”

he murmured into her shoulder, “i’m mostly excited to spend time with you. but if a road trip through october is what you want, then that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

he was rewarded with kisses peppered all over his face and a very excited dara dragging him excitedly to best buy to pick up a camcorder. “what? of course we need a camera! if we record everything then it’s like--i don’t know. like it’s ours. we can go back to it whenever want, and we can show all our friends the cool places we saw when we get home!”

dara hadn’t known then.

she didn’t know it would start with one lone figure in a clown costume standing in front of the rv like he was going to charge at it. she didn’t know that they would end up surrounded, followed. abducted.

it had been dara’s idea.

and she would never forgive herself.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: van halen, ‘runnin’ with the devil’ + the 1975, ‘if you’re too shy (let me know)’ + afi, ‘miss murder’

[cafedanslanuit]

[CLOSED] ✨ 500 followers event ✨

I never thought I’d get here, but hey! I’m so thankful to everyone that has been supporting this blog <3 Thank you for the kind messages, the likes, reblogs and obviously, the follows! To celebrate this, I decided to put out an event~ 

So, how does this work? I’m going to leave you a list of song lyrics under the cut. If you find one you like, you should send me a message with the number, the fandom and the pairing you’d like. 

For example, you could message me: “Number 21, bnha, Hawks x Reader”, “#2, mysme, Jumin x Zen” or “6, obey me, Belphie x MC” I’ll then post a small fic with your request! You can ask me if you have any more questions, I’ll be happy to reply. Be sure to read the rules first~ This event will last until June 19th.

Fandoms for this event: Boku no hero academia, Mystic Messenger and Obey Me!

Hope you like this small event <3

Hold me like you never lost your patience, tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time.

He says no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room [V (Jihyun Kim) x MC]

Before I met you, I pushed them all away. Soon as I kissed you, I wanted you to stay. [Saeyoung Choi x MC]

I’m asking for your help, I am going through hell, afraid nothing can save me but the sound of your voice [Saeran Choi x MC]

God knows I try to feel happy for you, know that I am even if I can’t understand. (...) If happy is her, I’m happy for you.

All I ask is if this is my last night with you, hold me like I’m more than just a friend. [Satan x MC]

You look like a movie, you sound like a song. My God, this reminds me when we were young.

I’ll say what I want to say. Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave. Tell me I’m a bad man, kick me like a stray.

When you go would you have the guts to say: I don’t love you like I loved you yesterday?

It was a lie when they smiled and said you won’t feel a thing.

If I could be with you tonight, I would sing you to sleep, never let them take the light behind your eyes

So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it’s not the real me. [Jumin x Reader]

How does it feel when you kiss when you know that I trust you? And do you think about me when he fucks you?

I don’t like them innocent, I don’t want no face fresh, want them wearing leather, begging let me be your taste-test. I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies. [Bakugou x Reader]

They think I’m insane, they think my lover’s strange but I don’t have to fucking tell them anything. [Leviathan x MC]

I found the devil, I found him in a lover, with his lips like tangerine and his color coded speak.

He says: “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges. I’m the king of everything, you know my tongue is a weapon. There’s a line on the clock that’s separating your thighs, if you wanna go to Heaven you should fuck me tonight” [Jumin x Reader]

If I keep my eyes closed, he looks just like you.

When you go down all your darkest roads, I would have followed you all the way to the graveyard

Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms, but I think it’s finally safe for me to fall [Dabi x Hawks]

Tell me how does it feel, sitting up there, feeling so high but so far away to touch me?

A little bit older, a black leather jacket, a bad reputation, insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn’t breathe.

What do I do when I love you but want somebody else?

How can I be your friend when I know the way you taste? It’s almost 2 am and I can’t ask you to stay

We almost knew what love was, but almost is never enough

A little less conversation, a little more touch my body. [Asmodeus x MC]

Last night, boy I met you when I was asleep... you’re such a dream to me.

And I can be needy, way too damn needy, tell me how good it feels to be needed.

I like to fuck with you just to make up with you, ‘cause they way to be screamin’ my name make me wanna make love to you.

I know that it breaks your heart when I cry again over him.

Break up with your girlfriend ‘cause I’m bored.

You ain’t my boyfriend and I ain’t your girlfriend, but you don’t want me to see nobody else and I don’t want you to see nobody.

My girl’s in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on. It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name, it sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing you voice it makes me weak. And I never want to say goodbye, but God, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel. [Mammon x MC]

Say my name, and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same. [Satan x MC]

You were the song stuck in my head, every song that I ever loved. Played it again, again and again  You can get what you what but it’s never enough. [Mammon x MC]

Does your husband know the way that the sunshine beams on your wedding band?

Was it a dream? Is this the only evidence that proves it? A photograph of you and I.

Baby, it’s just me and you, just us two, even in a crowded room, baby it’s just me and you. [Jumin x MC]

Every time your lips touch another, I want you feel me. [Lucifer x MC]

You don’t know how to love me when you’re sober.