#edensran

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

@edensran aks: "I’m only helping you because I need you alive—don’t make me regret it."

A mocking expression was on Elijah's face as she talked about needing him alive. Why had never fallen, though. She helped him when possible and the next moment she disappeared again. What did she want? He really needed to find out, didn't he trust her.

“Oh how most endearing of you.” Sarcasm and an amused undertone later, he leaned towards her. “And why?” Maybe this time she would talk when it came to something as important as the White Iron Thorn.

[bloodwr4th]

that's it. she got nothing else to say.

wondering what did he do this time while showing up the sky. " do i have to apologize for something? " / @edensran.

[wantdead]

*glares at* you. forgot. my. birthday. bitch.

" i didn't forget, actually— 'cause i didn't try to remember it in the first place. "

[qapsiel]

@edensran She strutted in, wearing the most sluttiest angel costume she could find—not for the sake of showing skin, of course, but as a mocking jab at their father. If it riled up the big one upstairs, she would even wear heels and short skirts for one night and oh she knew he was seething. Leaning up on her toes, she carefully placed a pair of plastic horns onto his head, and with a snap of her fingers, demonic makeup appeared on his face as well. A pleased smile spread across her lips, clearly proud of what she accomplished. ❝ Your true colors showing after all. Finally, our looks match our characters. ❞

                                 HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY UNIMPRESSED. "If this is your attempt at looking angelic, well, be my guest and follow the ridiculous notions humanity has of us," he tells her as he pulls the plastic horns off his head. "Neither our wings nor our halos look like that." And they don't have clothes in their true forms, but humans are unable to see themselves without those and refrain from making it about sex. A drop of grace, the stench of ozone, and Castiel's face is free from makeup once more. "You should consider getting some diapers. Apparently, they think that's what cupids look like. And it would suit you."

[brotherhoodwarlord]

@edensran The demon materialized beside him without warning, her presence as sudden as it was unsettling yet somewhat alluring and intoxicating.

He was a man of simple pleasures because he kept the truth of his longing to his heart. So when his hockey game ended, the man began trading his favourite magazine, ' Busty Asian Beauties.' The appearance alerted the man to a jump, and he was once again on the edge of his feet before he felt her against him. Arousing and danger were the things he felt, and he could feel them very powerfully. The man was messing with powers greater than him, and he was unsure why it felt so good to have her touch. " Oh dear."

[duskhued]

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. " / for luci

inbox memes — always accepting ;

lucifer’s head was bowed, lost in thought, when she spoke the word that made him turn his head towards her, his gaze sharpening on her with a single raised eyebrow, equal parts bemused and intrigued. “ bullets, you said? ” he echoed, the word strange on his tongue. it was such a human thing to say, a metaphor he only half-understood, for while the human realm was his playground, his pride kept him from truly absorbing their ways. “ and what bullets, lilith, ” he continued, “ do you think i have crossed? ”

[cre8ed]

@edensran. DYLAN & LILITH.

❝ none of this was my fault. it's yours. ❞

[killyouhimself]

@edensran. LILITH.

❝ -----  what’s that look for? ❞   seungmin questioned the other, dark hues flickering around before they landed on the coffee he had gotten for the other and tilted his head.   ❝ did i get you the wrong type of coffee or something? ❞   he asked before his gaze returned to her, an almost innocent expression on his features.

[velvetpill]

@edensran asked: “ Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. ” (she is all of it already please take her) ⊱ via.

                   ⊱ ❝ i've always enjoyed how menace and nuisance sound, personally, ❞ he muses aloud, propping his elbow up on the table between the pair and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. ❝ i mean, they literally made a law about the latter, you know? you can be charged for being a public nuisance. ❞

                   and maybe, just maybe, it's a charge he's familiar with. thanks, mum and dad, for bailing him out of that one.

                   ❝ anyway, ❞ he shakes his head, as if to etch-a-sketch erase those fond memories of yore—or roughly five years ago. ❝ what's your grand plan for becoming... all of that? ❞ ⊰

[stanfordprepped]

❝ Sam, we do not drink the blood of the last creations out of of gods own hands, alright? ❞ Her voice was firm, laced with concern. ❝ We definitely don’t want you going boom. You remember what happened when you drank regular demon blood? ❞ She paused, her gaze steady. ❝ I still intend to torture you, so just stop it. ❞

How could he forget what happened the last time he indulged in drinking demon blood? But honestly...? It was hard to think about anything else at the moment that didn't involve getting his fix. Hazel eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as he had to pull his gaze away from the location of the blood he could practically hear thrumming in his ear drums. "I think the torture has already started without you even realizing it." He mumbled out, throat suddenly feeling bone dry.

[bloodwr4th]

leaves dead people instead of dead rats at pillow... while he still sleep on it.

unprompted meme.

he is not amused. she should wait for him before killing people. because he cannot drink their blood now. it's not good when it's too cold. / @edensran.

[nightvow]

@edensran asked ❛ you wanna get out of here, follow me. ❜ (bruce in hell lmao) from

"How did I—," he started asking her, but stopped and quickly followed behind her. His questions can wait. The sounds of torture echoed all around him, he felt the heat bite at his suit as he ventured further into Hell. He doesn't even remember how he got here. Did someone use magic? Knock him out and bring him here? He looks at the woman in front of him, she sticks out in a place like this. He can't help the itching in the back of his mind. She seems familiar but somehow he can't remember where.

"This isn't the first time I've been here," he tells her, making sure his footsteps are silent. "I was with...a magic user." He finally says, not willing to say Zatanna's name. "They needed help investigating a case where people were being burned alive. No trace of entering, no accelerates present. It left one possibility—magic."

[wantdead]

" — you should be thanking me. " he said, a smirk playing on his lips. " the spot for queen of hell is wide open after i took down abaddon. " / @edensran

[mklson]

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

a collection of bloody prompts — always accepting;

,’ a sudden jolt of surprise followed by a quick, instinctive flinch. klaus takes a deep breath that is exhaled with an half groan. “ if you wanted my attention you need only say it, love. ” his hand runs down his face to clean the blood drops, though he is unbothered by the strikes on his face now, not seeing it necessary to completely clean it off. “ manifesting your disapproval, i presume. ”

[brotherhoodwarlord]

@edensran the one where some people can see the red string of fate and follow it to their soulmates.

He'd been on a roll with the hunting and needed to stock up on cash. So, getting it from some bikers seemed like a good idea. The Hustling pool did not turn out too well, seeing as they ambushed him and smashed up the baby. Dean got a little angry, and he severely fucked up the bikers. But that had led to him getting stabbed in his leg., so the man ended up breaking into a veterinary clinic; strangelyy enough, a black cat seemed to follow him and even pawed at the resources he needed. But when he heard footsteps, he strangely saw a red --- sring?

[duskhued]

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. " / dean

inbox memes — always accepting ;

he looks around, disoriented, then back at her with an expression of utter confusion. but he recovers quickly, mind sharpening, slipping back into attack mode. the long knife is poised in his hand, ready to strike again if necessary. “ the fangs and the whole blood-sucking routine not enough for you? ” he growls, eyes narrowed. he doesn’t see any signs of a vampire in her — but then, what else could she be to be standing there? how had she snuck up on him like that? he tightens his grip, deciding it’s safer to assume the worst. “ i still got one left in me, ” he warns, bracing himself, hoping sam is creeping up on her from behind any second now.