#NO LOVING IN THE TOWN OF SALEM!!! DAMNATION FOR YOU!!!

[nuevemeister]

To say most of this is just me imagining a buncha lil stories in my head is an understatement (Pretend all of Mafia are under "family" btw, I couldn't do it without it looking cluttered)

Man, I’m not even that big on ships but I have just been stuck in my own tos corner in all of the fanfic servers I’ve joined which has begun to maybe make me lose my mind lmfao. Thus begins the downfall of aegirine into creating very sad templates

someone come and yell at my brain for stranding me in a tiny fandom with zero lore. like I said I’m not a big shipper, me making this and poorly filling it out at 2 AM is just me getting desperate smh my head

[theresnosafeharbor4myships]

TITLE: Sleepy Holloween

A/N: This Ichabbie Halloween fic is pure fluff and cuteness. No plot to be found here, just flirts and enjoyment.

“I’m sorry, Emily. I had to wait 300 years for a virgin to light a candle.”

An orchestra played an epic few bars of music, a drumroll sounded, and Abbie turned the TV off as the credits started to roll.

“Well, Crane, what’d you think?”

He turned to Jenny, who was cuddled up with Joe on the opposite end of the couch. “It was…palatable.”

Jenny gave him her blank stare of disbelief, and Joe smiled knowingly, but it was Abbie, who’d stayed tucked into his side for the duration of the movie, who prompted, “Come on, tell us what you really think.”

He glanced down at her, noting her sincere, if amused, look. “Is this, in all honesty, a children’s film?” he asked, genuinely perturbed.

“Well…not small children,” Joe supplied.

“And what is considered ‘small,’ Master Joe? I dare to presume there are parents who’d rather not expose young minds to witchcraft and the occult. It’s difficult enough for the four of us to manage it—but to appropriate it for entertainment on our youth…”

“You mean to tell me children in your day didn’t watch real life horrors worse than a little Halloween fantasy?” Jenny countered, forceful but kind. “That they weren’t exposed to hangings and gunfights and war? Not to mention the treatment of slaves.”

Crane looked duly reprimanded. "I suppose I can see where…times have altered enough that All Hallow’s Eve fantasy films are less traumatic than real life has been known to be.”

“And that’s your only comment on the film?” Abbie asked.

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Certainly not. The inaccuracies in this movie are quite numerous.”

“Here we go,” Joe murmured good-naturedly, eliciting knowing smirks from the Mills sisters and a slightly offended look from Crane.

“To begin with, most cabins in the 17th century would be much smaller than the one Binx and Emily shared, and they likely would have slept in the same room as their parents, perhaps even in the same bed, depending on their economic status.”

“Oh! We’re starting at the beginning,” Jenny teased, extracting herself from Joe and stretching.

Crane tilted his head at her in disdain but continued as Joe and Jenny rose to take their leave. “By dawn, the entire town would have been roused and already about their day. The witch Sarah would not have had the opportunity to lure young Emily to her demise at daybreak.”

“Speaking of a break, we need to head out,” Joe explained, waving at them as they headed for the door.

“Good luck, Abbie,” Jenny threw over her shoulder, smirking as they exited the house.

Abbie smiled and waved, content to stay securely tucked into Ichabod’s side for a few more minutes, even if she had to listen to another historical inaccuracy rant in order to do so.

“You get three,” she stated.

He peered down at her questioningly. “I don’t understand.”

“Tell me three issues you had with the movie. Only,” she held up her hand against his coming dispute, “three.”

“Very well. One: If the witches had spent 300 years in eternal damnation, should they not have recognized that ridiculous man dressed as the devil wasn’t him? We’re supposed to believe they think Lucifer takes on human form, has also left the depths of Hades—the place they’ve just escaped from—and lives in a modern home with a wife and a dog?”

“Everyone’s gotta live somewhere,” Abbie teased, earning her a classic Ichabod glare.

“Two: When the sisters are chasing those poor children, Witch Winnifred mocks young Max’s words, ‘it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus.’” His professor’s finger came up, and Abbie did her best to refrain from smiling at him. “Regardless of the fact that ‘hocus pocus’ is a sham-Latin phrase that jugglers employed in the 17th century—not to mention a common stage name both they and magicians used—how would she have known he said such phrase since he hadn’t yet lit the black flame candle, and therefore she wasn’t in this realm?”

Abbie nodded, considering his point, but refrained from answering, instead holding up three fingers to remind him he was about to round home.

“And three: Since the sisters only returned for one All Hallow’s Eve and they spent it chasing those children around all of Salem, how in Heaven’s name did Witch Winnifred know what a driver’s permit is? It took me months to get mine, and that only after you spent every waking hour explaining the 21st century and all of its advancements and gadgets to me and teaching me how to master the iron horse.”

“Fair enough,” she conceded, mildly entertained by his nitpicking, though she couldn’t help adding, “It is a fantasy film, though.”

Ichabod looked pleased she agreed with him and nodded. “I do admit, it was a bit of fantastical fun though,” he allowed, his voice calmer now that he’d aired some of his grievances. “Quite comforting to know others fight the tyranny of evil, even if it is merely make-believe. Will we watch this every year?”

“It’s a requirement in this house. And since you live here too now…”

“Indeed I do.” He lifted an eyebrow, a flirty smile teasing his lips as he kissed her.

“Come on.” Abbie patted his thigh as she pulled away from him. “It’s time to get ready. The kids’ll be here soon.”

*****

“Abbie…are you coming down?” Ichabod called up the staircase.

“On my way. You dressed?”

She heard him mumble something about ‘infernal style,’ but then his voice carried up to her. “Yes, and most anxious to see your costume.”

Abbie didn’t know what to prepare for, either in terms of what costume he’d chosen or what he’d think of hers. She couldn’t help hoping he’d appreciate her outfit choice even more than he had her Beyonce get-up from last year—which he’d enjoyed just fine. She recalled how his appreciative gaze roamed from her full head of faux curls, across her face where she’d applied a classic but simple make-up style, lingered a few seconds too long on her lips before dropping down to her neck where her ‘Queen’ necklace caused him to smirk approvingly at the statement before sliding down to her unusually low-cut shirt, which provided a rare and revealing view of her cleavage. His eyes lingered again, then traveled down the length of her body to stare at her shorts with the bling on the pockets and her bare legs. After a few moments, he suddenly seemed to remember himself, and his eyes snapped up to her face where her knowing smile made him a bit embarrassed to have gawked at her so.

This outfit didn’t reveal her attributes in the same way, but she’d bet money it’d please him all the same.

She smoothed down the sides of her costume, then started down the stairs. Ichabod came into sight, standing tall, proud, regal, and ramrod straight, and she nearly tripped over her own feet. His hair had disappeared beneath a white sailor’s cap with a black bill and gold trim. The white jacket with epaulets on the shoulders and gold buttons running down the middle made his blue eyes shine even brighter than usual as he heatedly watched her descend the stairs. A single, thin, gold ribbon encircled the jacket’s wrists and striped down the sides of the white pants he wore, the entire uniform making him appear nobler and even taller than his 6 foot-plus frame.

She’d never expected to see him in a contemporary costume, having long since given up trying to get him to wear anything modern, and she had no clue what had possessed him to go military for Halloween. But he certainly didn’t disappoint, and she suddenly wished she had one of those old handheld folding fans ladies used to carry around to cool herself off with.  

Ichabod watched Abbie float down the stairs, mesmerized by her costume. She’d pinned all of her hair up, leaving a single, thick curl falling over her shoulder. Her dress, a deep green that complimented her beautifully flushed brown skin, had long sleeves that ended with a frill of off-white lace at her forearms. The court neckline, cut down nearly to her armpits, highlighted the length of her neck, her collarbones, the glow of her skin, and her bust. The dress’s bodice, an inset corset also in off-white, contrasted beautifully against the dark green of the rest of the dress and emphasized her petite frame and small waist. From her hips, the dress flared out and down to the floor, her tiny feet hidden beneath its layers.

She looked stunning, as though she’d stepped out of the Revolutionary War era with him. He knew his gaze lingered in awe, but he couldn’t stop himself. He’d admit he loved seeing Abbie wear her modern-day clothes—blue jeans, form-fitting shirts, a silk robe, a tank top and short shorts to bed—though Heaven knew they all left little to the imagination, which he was both forever grateful for and infernally distracted by. But seeing her like this, resplendent in Colonial couture, left him speechless and mesmerized as she came to stand in front of him.

Abbie recovered first. “Hello there, sailor,” she cooed, a full smile gracing her face.

Ichabod mentally shook himself out of his stupor and swallowed hard. “Ah-ah, it’s Captain,” he corrected, pointing to one of the stripes gracing the left side of his chest.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, impressed. “O Captain, my Captain.”

“And no other’s,” he assured her, his voice dropping low. “Abbie….you look…” While his words trailed off, his hand started at her wrist and slid up her arm, over her shoulder, across her bare collarbone.

“Colonial?” she supplied, delighted her endeavor to please and surprise him had elicited this effect.

“Well, yes, but I was going to say 'magnificent,’” he explained as he tipped her chin up and kissed her, his other hand finding her waist.

He felt her smile against his lips, and he pulled away, then changed his mind and gave her another peck before taking her hands in his and a step back to drink in the sight of her once more.

“You seem very pleased, love.”

“I am,” she confirmed, smiling, watching his eyes roam over her again. “I wanted to surprise you with a little something from your…previous life.”

“Mission well accomplished,” he affirmed, tugging her towards him with their still-clasped hands. He leaned in close to kiss her neck. “Though I can’t wait to take this off of you,” he whispered against her skin.

“Ah,” she gasped, simultaneously easing away from him and pushing him away, though her hands remained on his chest. “Don’t start; it’s much too early for that. Besides…” Her eyes roamed heatedly over him again. “I need some time to enjoy you fully embracing the military style of today.”

“Mm,” he hummed, taking a step back from her and holding his arms out wide for her perusal. “So this suits you?”

“It suits you,” she returned cheekily. “It pleases me.”

He arched one brow. “How much, we shall find out later.”

“Indeed,” she agreed in a teasing tone, mocking his go-to affirmative.

One side of his mouth turned up, amused. “Shall we get on with the festivities, Mistress Abbie?” he asked, changing the subject before things got too out of hand. Heaven knew he’d need to try to keep things neutral in order to make it through the rest of the evening without ravishing her.

“Mistress? You know…that designation doesn’t mean the same thing now as it did before,” she informed him as she headed towards the kitchen.

“No? What, pray tell, does it mean now?”

She reached into the cabinets for the bags of candy she’d bought, handing them to him. “It usually refers to a woman in a relationship with a married man.”

“Has this generation found no end to the butchering of the English language? In my day, a mistress was the head of her home, holding a position of control and authority; it was a title of respect. It boggles the mind how a term of female empowerment has been subverted such that it now refers to something…tawdry.”

“Agreed; your definition is much better,” Abbie stated, pulling the large orange bowl with black bats all over it from another cabinet, setting it on the island between them. “You can call me Mistress, if you feel the need, with the understanding that you’re referencing the original meaning. How’s that sound?”

“But you are my Mistress,” he said matter of factly.

Abbie splayed her arms wide, gripping the countertop, and stared at him questioningly, waiting for him to explain himself.

“You’re the head of the household. And respected, of course. But you’re also a woman in a relationship with me, a married man.”

“But you’re married to me. That’s not…tawdry,” she mocked his phrasing again.

With a glint in his eye, one side of his mouth quirked up. “Not yet…but the night’s still young, my mistress Abbie.”

She shook her head, amused and not a little warmed by his flirtations, the smooth way he breathed her name sending heat dancing up her spine. “You’re incorrigible. And if you don’t stop, this will be the last time you see me wearing this costume.”

“That is the idea.”

Needing levity, she pointed to the bags of candy in front of him. “Will you open those and pour them in this bowl while I go turn on the porch light? Light on means free candy. Light off, kids skip the house.”

Ichabod tipped his sailor’s hat at her. “Your wish is my command, Mistress.”

“Mmhmm.” Though her heart thrummed wildly, she threw him a disbelieving look as she headed to the entryway, her dress swooshing around her as she moved.

She chosen her costume to surprise her dashing husband, but truthfully she enjoyed the dress herself. It made her feel feminine and stately. Not that she’d want to wear the layers and corset-style bodice every day—thank God she’d been born in the 20th century—but it was a nice change. Her childhood and her profession hadn’t allowed for many of life’s pleasures so she’d always made a point to have fun on Halloween as an adult. Choosing a costume each year—the range varying from Wonder Woman and a mermaid to a Greek goddess and Beyonce—gave her the opportunity to pretend she was someone else, imagine all the fantastical lives she could live if given the chance. It’d become one of her favorite holidays, and she hoped Ichabod would come to love it and all the ways to celebrate it too.

He’d certainly taken to it more this year than last. He’d huffed and chuffed as they’d searched the Spirit Halloween store the previous year, becoming more horrified by the evil nature of most costumes and more offended by the lack of creativity of women’s outfits with each passing aisle. After perusing the entire store, he’d resolutely decided on a colonial figure, which really hadn’t required a costume at all, and wouldn’t budge. This year he’d suggested they choose costumes separately. She’d thought he’d just rather avoid the pretense of shopping for an acceptable get-up when he knew one couldn’t be found to appease his colonial sensibilities, but he’d deliberately surprised her, just as she’d done for him.

“Why are these called 'fun size’?” he called out to her.

She saw him warily eyeing the miniature Snickers bar he held and smiled, making her way back to the kitchen. “Because they’re smaller than average.”

“Hmm,” he rumbled with uncertainty, tossing the candy back into the bowl before he realized he had an audience. His eyes landed on her again, taking in the exquisite dress and the beloved woman wearing it, and his expression changed. “I’m most certainly of the opinion that smaller than average is 'fun size,'” he teased, dropping a kiss onto her temple as he grabbed the candy-filled bowl and made his way into the living room.

Another 15 minutes passed before the doorbell rang with the first trick-or-treaters seeking candy, and the two jawed on about their day: the pumpkin carving fun they’d had with Joe and Jenny before they’d watched Hocus Pocus, how they’d each selected their costumes with one another in mind, how they’d spend the upcoming holiday season, and what they’d do with any candy left over if they didn’t give it all away tonight.

Sitting closer to the front door, Abbie got up to answer it, and Ichabod sprang up to accompany her. She unlocked the deadbolt and reached for the doorknob when she felt his hand upon her arm, restraining her.

“Hold on a moment, Fun Size,” Ichabod’s voice rumbled from behind her as he curled himself around her and slid his hand down her arm to cover hers. “A captain must ensure his mistress is safe at all times.”

She smiled at his flirtation as he peered through the window at the top of the door, a full head above her own height. “Such chivalry,” she preened.

“Tis my duty,” he corrected.

“And your pleasure.”

“You’ve no idea,” he informed her, leaning down to kiss her bare neck. But before he could, Abbie ducked beneath his arm and out of his embrace.

“Not as of yet,” she taunted, throwing him a brazen smile and opening the door with one hand, grabbing the candy bowl off the entryway table with the other.

A small princess, Thor, and a clown stood on the porch, candy baskets held aloft as they all chimed ‘Trick or Treat!’ together.

Abbie grinned at the excitement on their faces and graciously dropped candy into each of their bags, waving as they skipped away to the next house.

“My, I do see the joy of celebrating All Hallow’s Eve in this fashion.”

His voice came from behind her, and she turned a bit to see him watching the children roam around on their street in a myriad of costumes: dragons, superheroes, monsters, pumpkins, fairies, and Disney characters.

“No wonder children enjoy it so immensely.”

“And you, Captain Crane?” she wondered, happy seeing the delight on his handsome face. “Are you enjoying it?”

He peered down at her and smiled contentedly. “Yes,” he affirmed, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him as they stood in the doorway waiting for their next visitors, and he dropped a kiss on the crown of her head, causing them both to smile. “Yes, I most certainly am.”

[strykingback]

Brother Against Sister...

Location: Solitas Region, Atlas

Time: 6: 59 AM 

OST: Agent..

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Asher ran through the stairs softly panting as he went up the building stairs up to the roof. His only thoughts were putting his sister Cinder down once and for all. Finally reaching the roof looking at a circle of fire and in the middle of it was Cinder who pulled Watts back in and the scientist to the side.  Growling with the circle of fire coming to an end with Asher walking out pulling out Helios looking at his sister and shooting a glare at Watts who was breathing heavily at everything he said to Cinder. 

“Hands Up Cinder.” Asher spoke with Cinder looking behind herself seeing her “brother” having his weapon out and looking at her as if he was ready to finally put an end to this. “So my useless brother, you’ve finally cornered me like the rat I am once more. What makes you think that this time you’ll be able  to stop what Salem started?”  Cinder said. 

“Yeah, you’re right about one thing there sis’ we unable to stop Cinder... but you, you’re easy enough for me to stop. This time I’m going to put you down once and for all.” Asher replied getting ready to shoot. 

“Oh? Then I bet you do not  even have the gall to shoo-” Cinder spoke feeling a bullet go past her ear to which her face turned from pride to pure shock. 

“You were saying luv’? That I do not have the gall to shoot you. Sadly I do now... wanna say it again, the next bullet this time wont miss.” Asher said with Cinders left eye finally lighting up with pure RAGE at his comment towards her. She was the Fall Maiden not someone to be put down by some illegitimate brother!  OST: Flames of Passion Or Anger?

The two glared at each other their eyes screaming to kill one another finally Cinder began to sprint at Asher in return Asher did the same, with the gap between brother and sister closing with the two swinging a punch at  their faces Ashers fist meeting Cinder’s face  with her Grimmified fist met Ashers face as well with the two sliding backwards.  Cinder recoiled back  forming a Bow and Flaming Arrows she placed them up to their nock pulling back aiming at Asher and releasing them  with the agent responding by aiming and shooting out jumping over or sliding underneath her bullets trying to close the distance quickly, yet those arrows are going to be a problem.  Which he pulled out  a vial of flame dust opening it up and throwing it out as the particles all flew around leaving Cinder confused..... Asher put his out and in just that instant...

FWOOOOSH!!!

A Wall of flame appeared before Cinders eyes causing the Fall Maiden to not fall back with awe... with surprise seeing what her brother was capable of impressive, but not impressive enough. Putting her hands out to manipulate the flames itself to see Asher launching himself and slamming a punch towards face which made contact and another to her stomach, finally ending it with a kick to the edge of the building.  To which she quickly regained her balance.  Asher on the other hand saw this as an opportunity sprinting right at the False Maiden and tackling her off the building feeling the rush of the wind  against  their bodies as the two fell.  Cinder glared at her brother who was ready to go to town on her punching her immediately she swung a punch at his former wound around the left side of his stomach causing him to shout with pain with his body flashing but he also swung a punch to Cinders face with her body flashing with Asher letting go and pulling out  a gravity dust vial from his pocket and opening it as he manipulated the dust to activate slowing his descent.  For Cinder....well she’s a Maiden. so putting her hands out as flames ignited from it slowing her descent with the two landing......no, just impacting the ground as Cinder stood up shaking her head looking around. Yet from a car there was a song she heard...... OST: The King Has Risen From The Ashes.

The King has come!

“Mommy..what is that song?” A Young Cinders voice spoke within her mind with her memories starting to intrude with her ears ringing from the impact. 

To lighten up our feet

“Its a song honey, it’s about a good man rising up against the darkness and saving many people.” The voice of Cinders mother rang within her within her head.

The King has come!

Finally a sharp pain came through as a bullet pierced through her human hand recoiling  crying out with pain then another bullet with her body flashing , and one more as this bullet made impact with an explosion causing her fly backwards deeper from the side of a shadow casted by a building while the smoke cleared with  Asher approaching his sister. With her body flashing a leaving behind a few particles....marking her semblance is broken. 

With justice till the end  

And behind him... the sun rising from behind his head. “You were my sister...I wanted to help you! Yet took lives and I can not forgive you for that!!!”  Asher said pointing his gun at Cinders head.

“Mummy, do you think bad people can be redeemed?” A young Ashers voice rang out in the agents mind keeping his modified revolver focused on her head. 

The King has come!

“Well Asher, that is if they can be. Small crimes like theft whether if they are hungry or did it to help their families can be looked over. However, the ones that cannot be redeemed are the ones who commit murderous acts and taking lives without a reason. You do what you feel is right....let your heart guide you.” Asher’s mother spoke within his mind.

“And so what I WANTED POWER!!! AND TO SHOW THE WORLD IM NOT USELESS THAT I AM ALIVE AND THAT IM STRONGER THAN EVERYONE!!!” Cinder shouted at him with tears running down her eyes with her eyes widening hearing the sound of the hammer of Ashers, Helios lock and load.

To save us from the dark.....

“The day you became less human, was the day I found out you were working for Salem sis’. You are not powerful for selling a soul to a monster. You just became one.....” Asher said.  “I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!” Cinder shouted with a bit of fire leaving her mouth. 

“I love you sis....I hope we meet again in the next life this time on better terms.” Asher said pulling on the trigger firing with the bullet meeting Cinders head...as right out of  came blood leaving it with the Fall Maiden... dead.  Asher finally fell to his knees looking at his sister starting to cry feeling as if he failed his duty as a brother for not saving her looking up to the sky and releasing a cry of anguish and damnation towards Salem, for making his Cinder this dark creature only focused on death and destruction.

Your words will never fade away

Since we believe you're the light on earth

Reveal the world......

And thus Asher rose from the Ashes of Cinder Fall his sister but was she a monster, yes she was a monster. But a tragic one no less. Her childhood twisted and destroyed by labor and abuse, her view of the world twisted by mistress of death, and her life taken by that of  someone who was illegitimate but was willing to help her..and give her a new life. However...

There are some people that just cannot be saved. 

[mandokarla-mavrok]

The Covenant/CAOS crossover idea

Long ago five bloodlines were blessed by The Dark Lord with unimaginable power. The power of Demons on top of their birth blessed Witch powers. In return for these powers, these five bloodlines would be The Guardians of The Book of Damnation for all eternity, a book dictating everything about The Dark Lord, Satan, Lucifer Morningstar. From his birth to his fall, all his abilities and even his weaknesses. None were to read this book, only guard it. These bloodlines, Putnam, Danvers, Parry, Garwin & Simms took a vow of silence and formed The Covenant. At the age of thirteen males of these bloodlines are given a taste of the demonic power as to give their bodies time to grow accustom to the unholy power but females were given the full demonic ascension at the age of 16, while the males reached full ascension at age 18. These bloodlines were patriarchal and misogynistic, so they thought because their male offspring were given the power earlier, first, it meant that it was their Satan given right to subjugate the witches of their lines.....of course this did not go over well and a civil war was waged amongst the families. As a way to get rid of the witches of their lines, warlocks from four of the bloodlines instigated the Salem witch hunts and trials, but the Putnam Warlocks thought this was going too far, they spoke out saying by doing this they would be not only sending those Witch Hunters after their bloodline’s witches but also every witch in existence! The other bloodlines saw these words as traitorous and cast the Putnam line out of the Coven and ran them out of town. The Putnams fled the witch hunts. They settled in Greendale but did not join the witches there. They remained hidden in Mortal sight but still the Putnam line was patriarchal and misogynistic so any females born to their stock were culled at birth.....until Joe Putnam was told he would only have one chance at having a child before he went sterile. He prayed to Satan for a son but was ultimately given a daughter and because he knew his brother, Jesse would never sire children, His daughter Susie would be the only continuation of the Putnam lineage. So, he swore he would love her with all his heart no matter what and teach her all he knows to prepare her for the dark world around them.~

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This is all I’ve got......if anyone wants to pick this crossover idea up, you have no idea how happy that would make me! I thought maybe after CAOS part 2 Theo could come clean to the fright club and tell them he might know something that could help them truly defeat Satan and get Nick back (The Book of Damnation) They would go to Ipswich and meet the current Covenant.....Caleb, Pogue, Reid & Tyler....Chase could still be in here as a being from a different branch of the Putnam bloodline......and I don’t know, someone PLEASE pick this up *sobs*

I’m Ducky Devilry on Fanfiction & Ducky_Devilry on Archive of Our Own too. If you pick up this idea please give credit, thank you

[serataino]

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When a birthday gift leads her in a familiar, yet different direction, will Olivia let down her guard and let love win.

MISS CARLISLE by Emma Brady

On a pitch-black night, a country doctor comes across a place of mystery and magic. He becomes trapped inside a manor house during a storm with a beautiful young nurse he can’t resist, and the troubled spirit of Lady Winship, lurking in the shadows.

The elements of horror and romance come together in a dark love story that will haunt you.

SAVING FAITH by Allegra Johnson

In a modern world where the Salem Witch Trials exist, Faith is a witch being hunted.

Gabe is an investigator sworn to hunt her down. Perhaps their relationship was doomed from the start.

But when Faith drinks her mother’s potion and disappears, Gabe’s true hunt begins, this time for love.

PIXIE by Linda G. Hill

Merryn, a pixie temporarily exiled, wakes up to an unfamiliar world.

Ivy, a lonely young widow, has a decision to make concerning a suitor who misses the mark in every way.

When Merryn stumbles into Ivy’s life they dance around each other, knowing he will soon disappear.

Can they resist? Yes. As long as they never touch.

[reasontowhine]

The One John Only Show / fill-in for Radio Nomad 1/13/2020

Prisonshake - I Hear Your Name

The Dictators - Who Will Save Rock & Roll?

The Clocks - Confidentially Renee

Alex Chilton - My Rival

Gem - Something 2 Pt. 2

Gaunt - Turn To Ash

The Real Kids - Common At Noon

Cold Cold Hearts - Forever Midnight

~Brian Sands - The Girl Behind The Venetian Blind~

Mott The Hoople - Roll Away The Stone

New Salem Witch Hunters - Female

Dave Davies - Love Me Till The Sun Shines

My Dad Is Dead - Babe In The Woods

Guided By Voices - Smothered In Hugs

SVT - New Year

Buzzcocks - I Believe

Jay Reatard - Let It All Go

~Gem - Blow Daddy-O~

~~~

Jerry Wick - Love, Death + Photosynthesis

Reigning Sound - I’ll Cry

Nazz - Open My Eyes

New Salem Witch Hunters - It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue

Damnation Of Adam Blessing - Death Of A Virgin

Donovan - Changes

Great Plains - Chuck Berry’s Orphan

~Brian Sands - Slippery Stones Of Dovedale (instrumental reprise)~

The Easybeats - Made My Bed: Gonna Lie In It

Talking Heads - The Girls Want To Be With The Girls

Folded Shirt - Tiny Boat

Alice Cooper - B.B. On Mars

The Poppy Family - Where Evil Grows

Rip Smops - My Only Agendum

Chain & The Gang - I’m A Choice Not A Child

Elvis Costello - Hoover Factory

J’Accuse - Luv Is A Monster

Paul Revere & The Raiders - Mr. Sun, Mr. Moon

The Monkees - Tapioca Tundra

~The Baskerville Hounds - Space Rock Part 2~

Faith Academy - On And On

Billy Bremner - Laughter Turns To Tears

Part-Time Lover - Day Glow Lemon Yellow Colored Tongue

Townes Van Zandt - Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel

Paul Westerberg - Postcards From Paradise

The Balloon Farm - A Question Of Temperature

Bee Gees - I Don’t Know Why I Bother Myself

Lee Hazlewood - Won’t You Tell Your Dreams

~The Baskerville Hounds - Space Rock Part 2~

Jane Aire & The Belvederes - Nasty Nice

John Cale - Fear Is A Man’s Best Friend

Easter Monkeys - Heaven 357

Bizarros - The Waves Cry

The Cowboys - My Conscience Is Clean

Pink Floyd - Scream Thy Last Scream

The Intelligence - Thank You God For Fixing The Tape Machine

Blues Magoos - One By One

Broncs - Reason To Whine

~Gem - Blow Daddy-O~

Three whole hours of this!

[dimpled-gummy-smiles]

Again?

This chunk of text is based on midnight thoughts. Thank you.

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“So you made the deal? Again?” Nic asked. It’s the fourth time in a month that she’s seen you closing your eyes and mumbling a few words and then do your thing. You shook your head. “Don’t lie to me, Missy.” Nic scolded, wagging her finger at you. “What happened?” Dee asked, confused. “Ciel made a deal. Again.” You looked at your two friends. “Not a deal, Nic. It’s more like an trade?” Could it be said as a trade? You weren’t sure. “How many incarnations of life is damned to hell because of this, Ciel?” You shrugged. You stopped counting after your tenth. You were pretty sure he stopped counting either.

You walked into an empty alley. A familiar alley to those of your kind. Your breed. It was in a quieter part of town. Not many people loitered here. Dee followed closely behind you. “Do you both never get bored of this deal thing?” Dee asked, following you and entering through the portal. It looked a lot like entering a restaurant, but it was a portal to Hell. “We’re businessmen, Dee. It’s business. He gives me what I want, and in return, I give him what I need, albeit at a later timing.” You answered. It was true. It felt a lot like a business. A trade, if you say it. “So no, we never really get bored of this deal thing, if you ask me.”

Dee was much like you. She’s a reaper, former hell-helper. It was more like a lost soul. You aren’t really dead, just sort of help people get to Hell. You don’t really have a scythe and all and have a book of life and death. That was for the official reapers. Reiner had visited you in school one afternoon. You were with Dee and Lucy (another fellow friend of yours). Reiner (bless - no pun intended - his soul) saw potential in Dee and had taken her under his wing, which you warned that it was a bad idea. Lucy was with you on this one. But Reiner thought otherwise. And now, you think he might have regretted his own decision. But you had to thank Reiner because Dee might have tamed down a bit. You still remembered last year’s shenanigans when Hell was full and because Dee was obsessed with sending people to Hell (even if their time wasn’t up). You slept with the company of Romeo, Capulet, Montague and Salem for three weeks. Juliet would have slept in the same room as you but you would rather have it accompany the King on your behalf. He would be lonely if Juliet had slept with you all the time. But sometimes Juliet would join you, but on the King’s orders.

You navigated yourself after finding You knocked on the black door marked with the red words of Office. Hearing a soft grunt on the other side, you walked in. You slowly walked up to his desk, Juliet piping up from her position, rubbing her cold hound nose against your calf. “How’s the exam, love?” The man asked, not looked up from his desk. Paperwork was piled neatly into three stacks. “I hope it went well.” You answered truthfully. You had taken a seat on his leather sofa, Juliet’s big head lying comfortably on your lap. He had finished his work, his attention now fully on you. “Was it worth it?” He asked again, getting up from his office chair and walking towards you. You were stroking Juliet’s fur, watching her glowing eyes shutting. How could such a beastly creature look so calm now? You gave a soft mmm. The man had now taken a seat beside you. “It was worth that ten extra souls.” You added.

He always made it easy for you, no matter how last minute you get. If any young demon of your kind, he would have called for fifty souls or may be he wouldn’t even answer. But it was you. His favourite person. He always had time to answer you, no matter how busy he gets. But as the king, he knows he couldn’t pamper you too much. You didn’t wear an official title even though most had known you as their queen. You’re the King’s favourite person and bless any soul that dares disrespects you. So he tried to make it bearable for you. Lesser souls consumption. Longer deadlines. And as his favourite person, you didn’t push the limit. Asking for extension of deadlines. Asking for lesser souls. Whatever he asked for, you gave it. And with that, no one ever questioned your capability. They knew you were the King’s favourite person for a reason.

You sat in a cafe, your exam paper in your hands. You stared at the crossroads, smiling to yourself, remembering the memories of this crossroad. It used to be a dirt road, with sand and trees. And now its a road with cars and cafe. This was your first deal with a crossroad demon. You wondered who would be the one that answers your call. And it turns out the King answered you and had taken a liking to you.

You didn’t do that well in the exam but it was a grade you didn’t quite expect. It was a good enough grade, to say the least.

“Hey, sugar plum.” A man sat opposite you. You knew him anywhere, even if he wasn’t in his vessel you usually see him in. You liked his previous vessel better. But regardless, he still looked magnificent with his three pairs of golden wings behind him (except he kept it hidden to the human eye). Plus, he was the only one that ever called you sugar plum, something the King doesn’t take a liking to. “Hey Gabe.” You replied. You studied him. It was weird. He was shifting around nervously, like imaginary scenarios going on his head. You’re a reaper, you could do lots of things. But reading minds, unfortunately, wasn’t one of them.

“How are you?” He asked. Something wasn’t right. The almighty trickster archangel wasn’t one to small talk. You couldn’t read minds. Gabe knew that. But you were a psychology student. You read behaviours. And Gabe’s was fishy. “I’m good. The exam went alright. Made fifteen deals in exchange for this result. Can’t argue much with the King. Can I?” You answered. Gabe gave a dry laugh then mumbled something his breath. Something about shit getting complicated and stuff. “Gabe, how are you? Is anything the matter?” You knew Gabe. Quite well. He wouldn’t look for you if he had nothing regards you.

“I’m good, sugar. Erm... How do I go about this?” He fiddled with his thoughts. And mumbled something like how his older brothers get around to Dean and Sam. What has it got to do with Dean and Sam? “Tell me the outline first then? The summary of it.” You prompted. “I found my vessel.” “Congrats, then~” “But there are complications.” He continued. “Like?” “My vessel has friends which are demons and reapers. That, I can oversee. But she also has made deals with the King under himself.”

Okay, so who is this unlucky one that will soon be dragged down below and is also this feather boy’s vessel? “Ok...  that is complicated.” The angel nodded. “So what do you want me to do? Find the kid. Tell her that she’s a vessel and hope she behaves well and don’t screw up and then settle it with the King?” You answered. “Good luck with that.” Gabe mumbled. “You should really stop mumbling, Gabe. I mean I can try my luck and have him replace it with a few more damnations, I guess?” You told him.

“Rather you not, sugar.” Gabe says. “This girl is high and mighty. Yes, a girl. I rather you not do that, sugar.” He warns. “Alright, Gabe. Now tell me, who this unlucky bitch is? And if I have the honour of meeting her?” You joked. But really, whoever this bitch is, she’s playing with both ends. You aren’t sure if she’s lucky or not.

“Sugar.”

You really hated this tone. It meant something. Something you didn’t quite like.

“It’s you.”

Oh shit.