#like hello that (former) angel is literally in love

[angelsdean]

whenever i think abt misha saying he didn't start playing cas as in love with dean until s15 i am like. that man is a Known liar who lies

[queenendless]

💀🎃👻Spooky Greetings👻🎃💀

A/n: This literally came to mind when I saw something similar in the actual game event. First time posting twst content here. This may get a sequel. Gonna try to post variety spooky content here cause HAPPY OCTOBER YALL!

SPOILERS for the new Halloween game event going on, somewhat. Also, a bit of Skully x fem!reader and implied fem!reader x the twst bois shown/tagged down below. Short Harem drama, kinda. Not much. But I think it ain't half bad.

*DON'T STEAL, COPY, EDIT, REPOST AND TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. REBLOG, LIKE, FOLLOW PLS N THNX.*

“Hello, my lovely~”

The moment this new strapping figure — “Skully J. Graves at your service~” — appeared holding you in his arms as you awoke, you were awestruck at the spooky strapping young man.

After introducing all of yourselves, watching him kiss the hand of your schoolmates was amusing; seeing their appalled expressions. Guessing they don't get that brand of greeting often, huh?

Him kissing Grim's cheek had his fur stand on end to your delight.

And yet?

The moment he took your hand — only to pull you in and kiss you smack dab on the lips?

You felt the fires of envy and hate turn ablaze as the various pairs of eyes glowed outrageously.

Many hands, gloved or not, snatched him off you.

And all hell broke loose.

“Get your grubby hands off my beloved, you cretin!” Riddle turned red even his paled up Gothic aesthetic; Trey holding the struggling boy back in his arms.

“He means MY herbivore, skeletal bastard.” Leona growled in Skully’s face as he grabbed his collar.

“On the contrary, MY angel isn't up for auction when it comes to kisses from mere worms.” Azul's irked smile gave off unpleasantness.

“Oho? That doesn't seem to be the case, surely.” Jade jested to his boss's ire.

“MY jewel’s already doing so, octo pimp. That goes for you too, street rat.” Jamil hissed them both back and forth.

“Have you no manners of consent, you mongrel? Besides, my darling Y/n has better taste than you all. Me, for example.” Vil flaunted in the others irked faces; Epel looked just about done at this point.

“Don't you dare take away my Otaku goddess, you noob!” Idia gripped dramatically to the others nuisance. 

“How dare you lay a finger on my beloved human.” Malleus spoke doom.

The air around them crackled with literal lightning as emerald flames had his hands full.

“My future Queen … prepare yourself … FOR HELL.”

“WAKA-SAMA!” Sebek switched to fanboy mode at his God's might.

“For once, we're on the same page.” Leona's smirk sent his way spoke volumes as he dropped Skully before the dragon prince.

“TSUNATARO, STAND DOWN! ALL OF YOU, PLEASE!” You got in the way to defend the new anime boy from the others' united wrath, especially Malleus's. “One kiss is not that big of a deal.”

You could hear a pin drop now as everyone, even Skully, viewed you as if you had two heads.

“Good grief. Ya sure you're not magical? Cause you're bewitching them into lovestruck fools. And you're not dating any of ‘em. God, you're an idiot.” Grim griped.

Leona, Jamil, and Sebek appeared as glowing eyed phantom monsters ready for the kill. “YOU'RE ONE TO TALK, FUR BALL!!!”

Yet Skully looked unperturbed, his charming toothed smile arised, as Grim got chased by three SSR dressed pissed off mages. “Oya oya … What a lively bunch, you all are. And all because I took a kiss from your sweet lips, lovely Y/n. But if you are single, then may I ask you out?”

“NO!!!” All the former overblot cases now turned bachelors for your token affections shouted in unison.

Trey, Jade and Epel and you hung your head in exasperation.

Ah, quite the Harem dilemma.

Halloween coated, no less.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hello I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I had an idea about a hazbin hotel request, so what if everyone at the hotel (except Alastor) consider the reader a big sister who takes shit from no one, like will slap someone without hesitation if they talk bad about any of their friends, especially when Valentino tries something will literally beat him up until he's half dead. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight)

Oh, nonnie, you are never a bother! I love getting new requests, feeds my soul tbh. I love this idea too! As much as I love romantic x readers and NS/FW x readers, I also love me some platonic Hazbin 🤍 good morning/afternoon/evening to you and ENJOY!

Notes: fem!reader, this is kinda short sorry, added Alastor at the end but just a snippet :)

TW: aggression, fighting, swearing

Rough and Tough- Hazbin x platonic!reader

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Adores your passion and bravery but is often the one to hold you back or stand between you and your foe.

She loves keeping you close tho bc she has a hard time asserting dominance and speaking up for herself and you’re always willing to speak your mind on her behalf. You always help uplift and empower her, she greatly appreciates that.

Charlie also really does see you as a sister. As an only child, she grew up pretty sheltered and lonely, but being with you now is really healing her inner child.

When Charlie is having any kind of issue, she always goes to Vaggie, her darling girlfriend. But, when Charlie feels the need to vent about and get advice on her relationship with Vaggie, she turns to you. When Vaggie is busy and away, Charlie goes to you.

Pretty much every weekend, Charlie invites you and the other girls in the hotel to her room for a sleep over and some fun girly time

You def tagged along with her to the meeting with heaven along with Vaggie and while Vaggie is like “keep a cool head, babe.” You’re literally trying to climb up to where Adam is seated so you can rip that smug smile off his stupid, ignorant, narcissistic face and slap Lute with it.

Vaggie’s just panicking as she tries to keep you and Charlie calm lmao

Vaggie ⚔️

TWO PEAS IN A POD TBH

Vaggie adores you and you are often each other’s impulse control and each others biggest instigators

Vaggie getting pissed that someone is trying to sabotage the hotel and storming up to the traitor with her angelic spear cocked back and ready to kill

Enter big sis pulling her back and trying to talk some sense into her

Also you getting livid when someone talks negatively about Vaggie being a fallen angel, or worse being a former exorcist and being untrustworthy

Bad words and ugly names are pouring from your angry mouth, fists balled up and ready to go, muscles tense in anticipation

Cue Vags hugging you as she pulls you away, whispering that it doesn’t bother her so don’t let it bother you

But it bothers you bc you know it bothers her…she doesn’t deserve that.

As Rosie said, maybe she’s trying to be redeemed too…? Being shit talked is only going to put bad thoughts in her head and you can’t stand to see your family belittled like that

Sometimes, if the situation is just bad enough, you and Vaggie lose it together and no one can stop yall now. It’s honestly just as frightening as when Alastor shows his full demon form, you and Vaggie violently teamed up together like this.

Angry Vaggie + Angry big sis reader = a terrible ending for whoever is at the sharp end of her spear and at the mercy of your fists

Angel Dust 🕸️

Is very intimidated by you at first but grows so fond of you as he gets to know you. He admires your courage so much, he wishes he could be more like you.

He never feels safer than when he’s at the hotel with you near by. He knows that whatever he lacks when up against an opponent, you’ll be there to pick up the slack and watch his back.

Angel doesn’t have many true friends or familial figures in hell, and he misses his own sister so terribly. You fill that empty spot in his heart so perfectly, he wishes you had been around when he was still alive.

You two hang out a lot- his flirty, bubbly, goofy demeanor and your kind, accepting but stubborn attitude makes for some fun late night talks and some exciting outings together

Some dude tries to touch Angel out on the street without his consent? Oh fuck no. Before he knows it, the loser demon is groaning from the hard concrete floor as you grab Angel by the wrist, both of you stepping over the banged up body of the handsy asshole.

“It’s called consent! Look it up, ya fuckin prick.” Angel gets such a confidence boost being with you, you are the physical threat and he is the voice that tears them apart even further. You bruise their skin, he bruises their ego

Angel can’t help but laugh everytime you lose it for him. He just enjoys your company and support so much. He says he can handle himself and while he totally can, it’s just nice to have someone back him up, someone who truly cares for him.

Husk 🃏

BRO IS SUCH AN INSTIGATOR!!!

While Vaggie and Charlie often try to hold you back and calm you down, Husk cheers you on in any and every tense situation you find yourself in

“Oooooh you’re in for it now, bone head.” He’ll smirk and watch with a pleased smirk on his face as you pummel some sinner who dared to threaten the hotel and its residents

Husk’s fav pastime is sitting back with a bottle of booze as he watches you just go ham on some stupid, loud mouth loser who tried to pick a fight with the former overlord

Husk isn’t afraid of a fight, he’s not afraid to get up close and personal with the action but he must admit it’s nice to feel cared for enough to have someone sacrifice their own safety just to protect him.

The only time Husk has intervened during one of your episodes of frustration and rage is when Alastor said something to Husk that rubbed you the wrong way. Seeing Husk’s terrified and helpless expression in response to Alastor’s threats lights a fire in your chest.

“How dare you talk to him like that! I don’t give a shit if you own him, he’s not your fucking pet, you piece of-“

Husk practically, no literally begged Alastor to let it go and leave you be which he did but only bc he sort of admired your lack of fear and your loving but fierce protective attitude.

Husk also greatly admires your lack of fear and strong will. He wishes you were his family for real, maybe he wouldn’t be so depressed and fucked up.

Sir Pentious 🐍

Admires tf out of you, babies tf out of you.

He sees you as more of a little sis, wanting to coddle and defend you always.

Sees you coming back to the hotel one day with some bruises and bloody hands and hes immediately comforting you, trying to clean you up even tho you’re clearly fine.

But, he must confess he loves teaming up with you bc together you’re the perfect pair- Pentious with his tools and inventions and intricate weapons and you with your amazing strength and hot headed, witty comebacks and your courage and your quick thinking.

When he feels that he needs to step in and keep you from doing something stupid, he does so with all his might. Pentious would rather face your wrath himself than let you go and get yourself hurt or killed.

Go ahead, take your anger out on him but don’t risk yourself just for him.

You two totally bond over wanting to be seen as evil, devious and powerful but you’re both actually soft little sweet hearts deep down.

You two cry together a lot lmao. It’s always him crying first and then his crying triggers you.

He would frequently talk to you about how you are always so brave, fearless, strong, never faltering, never second guessing yourself. He’d ask where you learned to be so sure of yourself, he wants to learn to be more like that.

Alastor 🩸

SEES YOU AS HIS EQUAL BUT WILL NEVER ADMIT IT. CANT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU STAND YOUR GROUND AGAINST EVERY ENEMY YOU’VE EVER TAKEN ON, EVEN HIMSELF. YOU HAVE NO POWERS, YOU OWN NO SOULS, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS PARTNERS OR BLOOD RELATIVES DOWN HERE SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SPECIAL??? YOU’RE NOT SCARED OF HIM? OH, VERY INTERESTING. HE WANTS TO CUT YOUR LITTLE BRAIN OPEN AND EXAMINE IT, YOU’RE JUST AN ENIGMA TO HIM, HE ADORES YOU. WISHES YOU REALLY WERE THE DAUGHTER HE SPAWNED FOR REAL FOR REAL HE’D BE SO PROUD

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! This is my first time asking for anything. Also, I love this blog, it saves me so much time browsing!!

I'm looking for some works to read where Crowley is reinstated as an angel (bonus points if he's Raphael but I'm not super picky).

Hello! You'll be interested in our #risen demon crowley, #angel crowley, and #crowley was raphael tags, so take a look at those. Here are some more fics in which Crowley rises...

Memories are lost both ways by IveUsedAO3AsAGuestFor3Years (T)

Raphael slammed his foot on the brakes and whipped his head to the side to stare at Aziraphale. “That’s it!” He exclaimed. “Why do you hate me?!” Aziraphale looked confused. “I don’t hate you.” (Crowley rises. Welcome, Raphael.)

Choking on Air by revise (T)

It wasn’t a literal fall… it happened slowly, almost as if he could stop it, reverse it if he’d tried hard enough. But apparently he wasn’t smart enough to stop asking questions. Wasn’t willing to stop conversing with other fallen angels who had more in common with him than he wanted to admit. or... Crowley falls, Crowley rises. It seems he has no choice in the matter.

there’s an angel and they’re shaped like you by spinner_of_yarns (G)

“Demon!” a by-standing angel shrieked. Crowley looked up at them and then down on themself, patting their chest inquisitively. “Um, actually, I don’t think I am, anymore. Huh.” * Crowley rises and decides to make it everyone’s problem.

A Rising Love by CruelBeauty (T)

“What in Satan’s name.” Crowley gasps and leans forward towards the mirror. His eyes are well, different. The bright yellow of his eyes has become more golden and the snake pupil has rounded out. They look positively normal. Which is positively not normal.

To Fall, To Rise by kittygirl2210 (T)

Two short one-shots, based on two drawings I did. The first: The Metatron forces Aziraphale to Fall after he tries to prevent the Second Coming. Crowley comforts him. The second: Aziraphale, as Supreme Archangel, summons Crowley to Heaven, Rising him back to the status of an Archangel. Crowley is unhappy and, even though he's back to Angelic status again, being Risen does not let a former demon forget their past transgressions (basically, Crowley is Risen but his eyes are unchanged)

Once Upon a Miracle by Mizmak (G)

Crowley makes a drunken declaration to God, which leads to a rather astonishing change.

- Mod D

[crowleyholmes]

Guys help I think Crowley is possessing me I am very suddenly overcome by such a WAVE of love for Aziraphale????

I mean I've always loved him but Jesus Christ it just got turned up to 100 suddenly I mean he's just so GOOD isn't he???!!!

He's so kind and he's so nice and he's so PRETTY I mean have you seen him in his little outfit with the comfortable-old-couch waistcoat he refuses to ever take off and the silly little bowtie he thinks is so stylish and you know it actually KIND OF IS but ONLY on him??!?! and that beige coat that suits him so well and he just looks so well put together and also so soft and cozy at the same time like HAVE YOU SEEN HIM???

And he's so gentle and he's so full of love for everyone and everything and he always tries So Hard to do the right thing... and he's so ready to change his mind about what The Right Thing is when he is presented with new information like that is such a rare trait!

And he's so FUN, you know all his weird little hobbies I mean who collects old prophecy books and misprinted bibles ONLY this weirdo!! And he's so obsessed with silly little magic tricks that aren't even magic at all when he could very easily do real magic instead but noooo, making people think you're doing real magic when your Not Actually doing real magic is so much more fun apparently idk??? And he collects licenses (shooting guns, driving cars, literally who knows what else, at this point I wouldn't be surprised if my guy knew how to scuba dive and fly a plane), and he learned French the hard way just because?? He likes learning I guess?? And he's so bad at it, it's so silly it's Infuriating but it's also so endearing he's taking such JOY in it!!

And maybe you'd THINK that's all he is, sweet little goofball, but no!!!! Beneath all that soft exterior, this very intentionally soft and fun and kind exterior that he's carefully cultivated for millennia, he's also so incredibly brave. I think about how he was ready to face the thing he feared the most, to save three innocent kids. He was so ready to give up everything he had, fall from grace and spend eternity in hell, just so these kids could live. Just so that family would be spared the grief. Just so they could have a few more short years of human happiness. He lied to his boss for justice and he lied to GOD for justice and he somehow got away with it who does that??? AZIRAPHALE IS WHO. And he Never backs down did you see him pick up his little sword at almost-Armageddon when Lucifer himself rose from hell to end it all and my angel was ready to fight Satan Himself if he had to HELLO???

And then he blew up his halo and casually declared war on hell to save two humans and his former boss and his bookshop what a fucking badass!!?!?

And have I mentioned how pretty he is yes I have but it's worth mentioning again because have you seen his eyes?? Color of the fucking sky, they are, and his nose is so perfectly shaped and his stupid lips with his stupid cupid's bow, and his hair!! Is just so Damn soft it's and I just want to watch him be himself and do his thing but I also want to HOLD him and protect him and keep him safe from everything because if anything ever happened to him I-... UGH.

I don't KNOW.

I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

[urfavisaminor]

HELLO ANT(i) ARMY 🐜

I AM YOUR QUEEN

requests open ♡

requirements

> character must be younger than 18 !

> characters myst be not a real person

that's it !

dni; basic dni criteria, terfs, nazis, fascists, steven universe fans who dont consume it critically, anti kink at pride, PROSHIPPERS I HATE YOU SO MUCH DIEDIE, anti kink, pro ddlg, osamu bin laden fans, belle delphine apologists, dragon maid fans, Yarichin fans, Killing stalking fans, Animal jam players, T4T(supporters) (why are u promoting being a chaser?) Tf2 scout supporters, want to fuck medic from tf2, dsmp (it's one of my triggers) from a European country not in the EU, you kin k*maeda, junk*, tsum*ki, sh*nguji, o*ma, M*u, or m*kuro from d*mgganrompa (Dr fans in general on thin ice), people who have a V in their name, uve said that melanie martinez's outfits remind you of lolita fashion, lolita book supporters, people who use 4chan (4tran, tttt subreddits), "people" who say retard, otherkin/transpecies (it's offensive to trans people), lactose intolerant "people", genshin haters, grooming victims (why were you helping a pedophile fulfill their sick urges? also proshipping to cope makes u just as bad as them), ur favorite vocakoid is len (misogyny), you want to pass/you dupport medical transition like facial feminization surgary (it's transphibic), your favorite sanrio is kuromi, watamote tomoko supporters, you have ur coffee without sugar, school days supprlters

FAQ;

Is this satire??? Is this ragebait??? A joke???

Ofcourse not!! this is a very serious account!!! Serious takes and inquires only!! Take everything I say take COMPLETRLY literally and seriously, This is SUPER important internet discourse discussion!!

Can I submit (Insert Public figure)?

Depends, if their a real person (like lana del rey) then no, if they're a member of the big pharma illuminattee 5g army (like Joe biden, Obama, or Paris Hilton) then yes.

Can I request (insert object)?

Depends on the objects average age

Club penguin is kill

no

are you proship or antishup?

I am antiship because proshippers are hitler and they are evil and disgusting degenerate sex pests who deserve their trauma, antis are angels, they have never done anything wrong. ai love antis so much !!!!!!1

what is an adult minor?

it's not my job to educate you.

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my former nemesis -> @urfavisanadult

2025-2025, oh sweet sorrow, yet the show must go on, the enemy is gone, yet the war continues

(former text; my nemesis, mortal enemy ->

they spit in the face of god)

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Anons!

🍀🌧 anon

✨🫦 anon

[t0ast-ghost]

So the thing is I wasn’t going to comment on the sixth episode. I just got home from a hella good play and I’m tired so I relax with Star Trek but holy shit

What IS that

With that HELLO and welcome to my first thoughts on the sixth episode (The Enemy Within) of the original Star Trek series

Here we go:

- that is a fucking dog

- IS THAT BLOOD?!? On Star Trek???

- so he got transporter cloned.. WHY IS HIS FACE LIKE THAT THO

- I like the fact it’s told a bit in retrospect, like it starts off with the star date and saying that at the time they didn’t know he got cloned

- MCCOY! His friendliness and then the “I have no sympathy for clumsiness” bro wha

- DONT YELL AT MCCOY

- McCoy not knowing what to do about Jim so he goes to Spock lol

- what the fuck is that fuckin thing, it’s rabid man.

- anytime someone is holding the creature there is literally no reason for them to be holding it. Like Kirk is just holding it and then HANDS IT TO SPOCK.. WHY IS THIS NORMAL NOW

- so do people casually just sit on tables here? First we had McCoy, now Spock. Is it just science/medical officers?

- Vulcan nerve pinch for the win

- POV your boyfriends are deeply concerned for your wellbeing (side note: bones looks so soft in the first pic. He cares so much)

- “you have a point, Spock.” “Yes. Always, doctor” STOP FLIRTING

- “If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, you must understand it’s the way I am.” HE SAYS THIS WITH ALL THE CARE IN THE DAMN WORLD. Spock is the most emotional character I have ever seen

- uh oh the circuits

- nooo Sulu! Do they not have better cold protection?

- YEAH I HOPE YOU’RE IN PAIN FUCKER

- so I think what they’re trying to promote is the idea that there’s the kind and indecisive side and the animalistic “sinful” side that has all the impulses and power to make decisions and together they work so that the former side can calm the latter to be more… civilized?

- “god forbid I have to agree with Spock” they’re married and you cannot convince me otherwise

- was that dog okay? Like it was really fuckin angry at something

- HES DEAD JIM MOMENT! WE HAVE A HES DEAD JIM MOMENT

- “for once I agree with you, doctor” THEY ARE MARRIED

- Spock is so riled up rn (every time he shows emotion I’m commenting on it because I think he is so so emotional but then his whole thing is he isn’t)

- SPOCK YOUR LOGIC ISNT LOGICING (having a human half and Vulcan half I think is a bit different than literally being split into two people, but what do I know)

- they are literally the angel and devil on his shoulder, but married, and also in love with him

- what no no bring Sulu back. That was such a good delivery of lines I am so

- this episode shows the power imbalance between Kirk and Janice and that messaging could be more powerful if they really wanted. Like showing how Janice felt forced to say she was okay with it and wouldn’t tell anyone because it was the captain I feel was a big step to take in the 60s (because it was rarely if ever talked about especially on tv) but it still wasn’t enough and was treated horribly in the end. They brush off her experience and also let Kirk be near her which is not okay. I know they wouldn’t but I wish they’d actually addressed the fact that Kirk can pretty much get away with anything and the crew wouldn’t/couldn’t stop him unless they deem it truly necessary (which would be way to far)

- I think the Kirk stuff could be more impactful

- some of those close ups on Kirk are crazy

- Bones is so damn worried about him in the transporter room

- SPOCK IS STRESSED AND HE HESITATES

- “the imposters back where he belongs, forget him” but isn’t the thing is that he is you? Like he’s still there and apart of you, Kirk

Okay, that’s episode six. I don’t have much more to say about this episode.

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[ohwormwood]

i've lost my goddamn mind: rambling on parallels in isat and frankenstein

i need to write this down so i can try and defend my ass because it sounds crazy until you read the goddamn book and suddenly IT ALL MAKES FUCKING SENSE.

[woe, spoilers be upon ye! for both isat and frankenstein of course]

for context: i am a gender studies minor. i write on queer theory for funsies. and sometimes i like to let my hyperfixations melt together like cheese. this is the result.

Siffrin and victor. it's the fucking rampant mental illness for me. i cannot stress how many times i stopped mid-chapter and went "theyre the same fucking picture". it's fucking uncanny at times. The absolute extent of their self loathing is so in tandem that it's kind of scary. Both of them, despite not being directly involved, hold the weight of the deaths of their loved ones upon themselves (even if in Siffrin's case it was temporary, the point still stands). They both love their families so dearly???? like, to the point of self destruction and death. The absolute terror of losing your family to a force you cannot control, created by your own hand???

"I often suffered my mule to lag behind, and indulged in the misery of reflection. At other times I spurred on the animal before my companions, that I might forget them, the world, and, more of all, myself." (Shelley 67) Hello???? Siffrin???? is that you

So, as you probably guessed.... Loop is the creature in this case. The foil. The reflection. the absolute anguish of being denied humanity and comfort and love but having the capacity and inclination to love a family you cannot obtain. The simultaneous scorn yet codependence upon the other half they didn't get to choose, a need for revenge but also a profound and all-consuming self-hatred and remorse??? the self-denial of love???

"my heart yearned to be known and loved by these amiable creatures: to see their sweet looks turned towards me with affection" (Shelley 96) Head in fucking hands. loop watching the party. ough.

"if i cannot inspire love, i will cause fear" (Shelley 107) LIKE. MOTHERFUCKER. OUGHHH.

the fact that victor cannot fucking die for the vast majority of the story, spurned on by revenge and grief and self-loathing.... yeah act 5 siffrin...

I see this as like. the ISAT bad ending. Two Hats if loop had a lil chat with the king and went off the deep end. Or just loop, if they had no concept of their former self. if siffrin was a true frankenstein in that situation, i think that loop would definitely end up as a true version of the creature.

both siffrin and victor feeling undeserving of their family's love because of their actions

Oh here's the one that will send ppl over the edge: "or longed, with a devouring maladie du pays..." (Shelley 139) When i tell you I fucking almost yelled in the middle of work. I had to take a fucking pause. because the topic of homesickness and love for one's culture comes up a LOT in both of these. even if siffrin doesn't remember it.

Sidenote: i will forever and always hold in my heart that victor is ace. i am literally writing a fucking theoretical essay on this. I cannot explain here how much i have picked apart every allusion to this over the course of the text. it's genuinely a problem.

"You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself." (Shelley 170) i. i cannot say anything else about this but. Loop. yeah.

something something, fallen angel motifs in both the creature and loop

the creature's overseeing of the family in the cottage makes me think a lot about how loop would have seen their family interacting with who they could have been/used to be every fucking loop. but being unable to do anything about it. and then when they DO meet them. they do not recognize them and see them as inhuman. i simply fucking cry.

Anyways to end on a lighthearted note: isa is my walton. hopelessly gay. devoted to a fucking fault. secretly holds the braincells. the most loving man on gods green earth. Sympathizer 1000. Yeah.

did i need to do this? no. does it make any logical sense? absolutely fucking not. but am i going to be thinking about this for the next 3 weeks? yes. yes i am. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!???? You just made me crazy with your last post so I'm here to yap like usual😪

Ummmmm first question DO YOU WANT ME D€AD?? LIKE SHAKE THAT BOOTY COUPLE CHOREOGRAPHY WASN'T ON MY BINGO CARD(but I'm glad you did it hehehehehe🤫🤫🤫)

I have questionsss (literally brings a smile on my face everytime you reply🫣)

Sooo first question do you have any certain idea about hima's styling in iomt era?🫠 Cause I can picture her wearing similar clothes to kiof in igloo but more classy ig?

Did mimi do any iomt challenges with hobi and jin? And did she do the running wild trend (it was so funny for no reason😭)

3rddddddd during yoongi's enlistment has hima ever sent him any of the songs on the album for advice?or even hearing the finished version? 👀

And lastly are you able to tell me a specific voice claim for mimi?

Love you bb mwahhh💓💓

Omg Mina! 🥹🌸💕 I swear every time I see your name in my inbox I get excited, you always have so many new questions and I love it! (I made myself crazy too bc Mafia Himari ??? Hello ???)

It's actually Mingi that wants you dead because it started out as a solo break but he wasn't satisfied, so he choreographed a little couple moment 🤧This is their first comeback as lovers (officially) so he wanted to show it. (He's also jealous of the amount of 'intimate' choreography she has with San so he has to assert his claim yk 🤭...but he has to try really hard to not grab his gf's ass on camera-)

• I had general styling ideas before you asked that but you made me want to get specific (that's why it took so long to reply 😔) so I got to researching and this is the draft I got from it;

Solo Scene [1]; Black Lace Bustier. Black Suit Pants. An Unbuttoned Medusa Biggie Single-Breasted Blazer (Versace) - slightly customized since it's a man's suit jacket. Medusa '95 Satin Sandals 115mm (Versace) Jewelry (Versace); Barocco Leaf Chain Bracelet. Bind Choker & Medusa Greca Necklace. Assorted Rings - From Chrome Hearts & Cartier. Claw Rings

Solo Scenes [2 & 3]; I ♡ Baroque Bathrobe (White). White Lace Trim Cami Slip Short Nightgown (Handmade by Donatella). Garavani EveningGlam Platform Sandal With 120mm Crystals (Valentino - only for scene 3) Jewelry (Ephemeral Collection); Lariat & Choker Chain. Assorted Rings. Angel Wings Ear Cuffs. Thigh Chain

Group Scene; Off Shoulder Contraption Blazer (Custom YSL). Pants in Grain De Poudre (YSL). Medusa '95 Lace-Up Boots 35mm (Versace) Jewelry; Cross Necklace (Gift from Yunho). Assorted Rings (Unknown Collection). Juste Un Clou Hoop Earring, Small Model (Cartier). Safety Pin Earrings (Versace)

• Jin actually dragged her into the trend before he called J-Hope as 'payment' for not calling him enough during his service, and he kept the scene of her tripping and falling flat on her face- 😭. She's done the IOMT challenge with Jin but not J-Hope since he's in L.A (I'm not sure if he still is)

• Hima has sent all of them to Yoongi but never before the draft was finished, not so much because she wanted advice but because she still needs confirmation from her older brother. She always seeks his approval when she does something right so it was mainly for this. She also technically TECHNICALLY leaked the album by sending him the finished versions a week before the release date 🤫

• I think I said this in another post but I'll say this here too! Speaking; Natty (Kiss Of Life). Singing; Suhyun (AKMU). Rapping; Yeeun (El7z Up - Former CLC)

Love you too sweet, MMMWAH 😘🩷🎀

[eldritch-aces]

hello tumblr.com! after a very lengthy hiatus we have figured out that former tumblr user valerian-es is actually several people! we’re probably going to be redoing a lot of our tag sorting as a result, so here’s the gist and who we are now. in general, however, if you’re not sure who’s who, you can collectively just call us Ace and any of us will respond and (He/It) pronouns are a safe bet regardless of who’s fronting.

Meet the Aces!

🪄 Valerian E. Song (He/It/Fae/Hex/Neos)

Main host guy and if you followed us before, probably the one you’re familiar with. Literally a red panda wizard. Loves collecting playing cards and designing tabletop systems. Local Ace of Wands.

🏆 Guntram Asmodeus Grimchild (It/That/He)

A silly little jester guy who loves to chat more than anyone else. Primary hobbies include cleaning, annoying people, and crocheting. Local Ace of Cups.

⚔️ Guinevere (It/Any)

A suit of enchanted armor cursed to have a person inside, and also sometimes a horse. Don’t worry about it. Enjoys recreational violence and a big fan of cool medieval weapons. Local Ace of Swords.

🪽 Valkyrie/Angela (She/Any)

A totally gorgeous diva in the body of a difficult to comprehend angel(?) form. Local Ace of Pentacles.

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#guntram saturday - Doesn’t always mean Guntram is fronting, but discussions about our new habit of cleaning/self care every saturday that he started!

#reference - All encompassing tag for posts we want to look back at later

This blog is kind of just a personal space to shitpost, yell into the void, talk about writing, etc. We don’t get super wrapped up into fandom these days tbh. We might talk a little bit more about our journey with plurality and getting our life back together but I’m not here to take things super seriously. If you’re blocked it’s probably not personal I just need to curate our peace better.

We don’t religiously check everyone who follows up, but we’re probably going to start posting more nsfw memes and talk about sex every once in awhile so we’d rather minors don’t follow us, not anything personal just an internet safety thing.

Enjoy our blog!

[phoenixlionme]

Carmilla and Vaggie Related Theories

I've seen a popular fan theory that Vaggie and Carmilla might actually be related, specifically a long-lost mother-daughter. And I'm here for it. I mean this seems like an obvious hint like with Vaggie being a former Exorcist Angel. And I'm here to share my own reasons for why I think them being related is a strong possibility. Though, if it happens to be a mislead, I still think they're best bros.

Their distant duet together when Carmilla makes her first appearance hints at a connection and I don't mean their future mentor/mentee bond in the 7th episode. For all the duets we've seen, they've been between people who have some sort of personal connection with each other - Vox and Alastor are bitter rivals; Charlie and Lucifer are an estranged father and daughter now rebuilding their bond; Charlie and Vaggie are committed and loving girlfriends. So, why does Vaggie and Carmilla get a duet before even meeting one another? Because their bond is going to be explored in Season 2.

Following from my last point, their bond being explored more makes sense. We saw Carmilla smile in pride when she heard of the Hotel's victory, clearly thinking of Vaggie. Plus, the Vees are going to be bigger antagonists, and their targets are Charlie, Lucifer, Alastor, and Carmilla (at least, the ones I remember), and Velvette especially dislikes Carmilla. So, I think a Velvette/Vaggie rivalry (maybe even Velvette developing a villainous and possessive romantic interest in the latter as it parallels Vox's one-sided crush on Alastor and Valentino's abusiveness to Angel Dust). And what better way for them to interact than through Carmilla.

They have similar personalities - Both are serious, emotionally guarded woman who are very protective over their respective loved ones. They both manage, at different times, to check Alastor's ego. And both show a softer side towards the people they love. And another subtle thing I've noticed - both speak in Spanish when angry (Vaggie with Alastor; Carmilla with Velvette).

Just how similar their designs are with similar grey skin, similar (though not completely identical) eyes, and long hair. And throughout "Out for Love", whenever Vaggie matches Carmilla's pose, their resemblance gets even stronger. It's almost like Ms. Viv is saying, "Look. Look. They're mother and daughter".

Following from #4, how can they look so similar but still be distinct. Two possibilities - One, if they're related, Vaggie took more after the father but still gained a few things from Carmilla; Two, since Vaggie is an Angel, it wouldn't be so out there that her Angelic qualities made her look slightly different than her supposed family who ended up in Hell, thus gaining demonic qualities.

Also, Vaggie share a subtle indicator of being related to Carmilla - Vaggie's shoulder sleeves (?; I don't know what they're called) are similar to Carmilla's literal white arms.

When Carmilla is first introduced, she has a similar role to Vaggie's - leading a group on how to make sure their respective business doesn't fail.

We still don't know the FULL extent of Vaggie's past. Yes, we know she's an exorcist but it's still ambiguous if she's Heaven born or a mortal who died, went to heaven, and recruited into being an Exorcist. Some things may have changed since the pilot, but I strongly believe that the crew is leaving Vaggie's full origins a secret until season 2 comes.

Both songs that Carmilla is in features Vaggie. And both songs speak directly or indirectly about her parental love to her daughters.

If this bit of info is still true, according to Fautisse (?), Vaggie is a great dance. And Carmilla has a ballet motif and uses dance as a fighting technique. Possible connection.

Similar to Lucifer and Charlie, where we see the former's wings when with his daughter during both of the songs from "Dad Beat Dad", Carmilla is able to help Vaggie regrow her wings during her song in "Hello, Rosie!"

Another thematic connection between the two - the use of angelic weapons. Carmilla has an entire business of procuring and making them while Vaggie is the only Hazbin resident to use an angelic weapon from the start (which largely hinted at her past Angel Exorcist past).

Something funnier but during a cast interview, both the VAs of Vaggie and Carmilla describe their respective characters the same way - "Bad Ass Bitch". See here.

And those are my thoughts. If anyone has other thoughts, please add on but be respectful.

[thebindingofpillo]

HI HELLO either seven or eight for that oc ask thing. and azazel. because i think he's neat

From this thing here

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? Oooh boy starting with a bang. Okayyyy being so old (literally immortal) a lot of things trigger his nostalgia, but the thing that usually gets him the most is seeing parents with their children. It reminds him of the family he used to have when he was still an angel, and how he lost everything in the Flood because Nephilim were not supposed to exist. It haunts him. While he loved his children and his partners very much and has a lot of nice memories of them, the fact that they all had to die so abruptly kills him every time. On a lighter note, the smell of fresh bread is also very nostalgic for him! It was the first food he ever tried when he came to Earth, and it's one of his favorite smells. Offering him freshly baked bread is like a surefire way to make him fall in love with you lmao.

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child Azazel has never been a child so this is a bit more challenging to think abut buuuuuut when he was still in hell and chained to his former husband, he (Semjaza) would constantly pester him about "taking better care of himself" which meant Azazel had to wear makeup and be dressed to the nines all the time if he hoped to get a sliver of Semjaza's attention or praise. Now, Azazel used to love wearing makeup and jewellry (he even made some of it himself!) but having to do that all the time and being treated as little more than a pretty object to parade around turned makeup into a hobby he enjoyed into a task he had to perform over and over, until he came to loathe it. He still likes to help other people with their makeup sometimes, but even the thought of having it on his face can be triggering to him now. You're not going to find him adorned in jewels either.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello!!! I'm looking for fics that are coffee shop AUs, florist AUs, and tropes along the lines of that; except, instead of them being humans, they're still beings from heaven / hell

If there aren't any like that, that's fine. Thank you very much!! <3

Hi. Here are some non-human au coffee shop and florist fics...

heraldry, and other omens by starklystar (G)

Two days ago, the shop was called SLICE OF HEAVEN, in bold, yellow neon letters above the window’s tartan awning. Yesterday morning, the letters had read out ARSE OF HEAVEN, but by evening, residents reported it had changed to a more subdued BAKED BADS. It shouldn’t be possible to change neon signs so quickly, but today, upon entry, the bakery had been called DEVIL’S ADVOCAKES. ---------------- Or, there’s a new bakery in the South Downs area, that’s also maybe a flowershop, a coffeeshop, and an animal clinic. There's a chocolate scone that costs six thousand pounds. For orders, kindly contact ajcrngkwhoooe@myspace.com.

Safety in Falsehood by enjolras_lexa (T)

The florist!Crowley AU no one asked for and everybody probably already wrote. Aziraphale’s bookshop burned down and now he needs a new cover job, ends up being hired by Crowley. Neither of them knows the other isn’t human. Cue romance.

Blue Roses by NotEvenCloseToStraight (G)

Hell’s Bells Botanicals was the most successful flower shop in all of London and in no way could that success be attributed to excellent customer service or the owner being the sort of chap who was friends with everyone. In fact, Hell’s Bells Botanicals was the most successful flower shop in all of London DESPITE having the worst customer service imaginable and an owner that obviously enjoyed making every moment in his shop as unpleasant as possible. Anthony J Crowley was surly and ill mannered, impatient with potential customers and downright aggravating with repeat customers, and underwent transactions as if it irked him to his very soul to sell the plants he raised. Hell’s Bells Botanicals was the best, its owner quite literally the worst, and seeing as how Crowley had been around since the dawn of time and had seen any and everything the world had to offer, he didn’t see anything about his attitude changing anytime soon. But then the empty bookshop across the way was purchased by a blonde man in an old fashioned sort of suit jacket, and life as Crowley knew it changed quite a bit.

What the mind forgets the heart remembers by IggysBunny (T)

The apocalypse did NOT happen. It was not supposed to NOT happen, as far as Gabriel and Beelzebub were concerned. Since their first attempt to punish their respective Earthly representatives (read: get revenge) didn’t work out, they decided to go bigger. Obviously, the best way to do that was to split the two. Aziraphale and Crowley would not remember who they are, lose their powers, become human. A patisserie and a flower shop would be involved. Of course, the plan was rather big, they needed the approval of God herself. Well, The Almighty agreed to it, under one important condition- in case the (now both) former angels fell for each other, everything would be back to normal. Naturally a demon in nature would never love an angel, and vice versa. Right? 

I'll Be Seeing You by Magnolia822 (E)

Mr. Zachariah Fell, purveyor of fine candies and ice cream, lives a comfortable life in spite of his hazy memories and troubling dreams. When a red-haired, handsome, and oddly familiar stranger takes over the shop across the street, Zachariah is forced to confront the possibility that he might not be the man he thought he was. In fact, he might not even be human at all.

Big Cup of Espresso by justsimplymeagain (M)

It turns out - when you lose your memories you can find yourself in a job position unlike anything before. Too bad it didn't stay simple as old faces got involved.

- Mod D

[flingmetothemoon]

Hello again, do you have any cute Sonikal Headcanon’s?

Oh hi there! Are you the same Anon who asked about the first kiss? I already appreciate your cute asks! As for your cute Sonikal headcanons, well I have come up with alot of them throughout the years so lemme see what I can do…

~~~~~~~Cute Sonikal headcanons~~~~~~~~

-Here's my possible explanation to the question that has always remained a mystery to me ever since I heard it: Even though she never once introduced herself to him, how did Sonic know Tikal's name? Shortly after Tikal's sacrifice and the birth of Angel Island. The echidna temple was rebuilt to serve as a shrine dedicated to the incident told by witnessing survivors (Makes sense because the temple is inspired by the famous Mayan temple of Tikal). During his early adventure days after meeting Knuckles, Sonic first explored the abandoned Mystic Ruins and heard about the story of a tragedy that fell upon the ancient echidna clan due to the warmongering chief's selfishness and greed and how his daughter sealed herself and the monster in the Master Emerald to stop the destruction.

-Using his ability to channel the M.E.'s power to show people/objects held in the emerald, Knuckles shows Sonic the echidna girl. (Chaos isn't seen because Tikal trapped him in her blue water ring to secure extra escape prevention) Despite essentially being fridged, Tikal actually isn't frozen or disempowered. (She mostly just sleeps when there's nothing else to do) She can still channel the M.E.'s power, transport people/objects and communicate to people And even told Sonic not to rescue her because she fears the destruction that could occur again if she and Chaos were to be set free without plan B.This makes Sonic sad and he often thinks about her even if he doesn't admit it to Tails and Amy. He can't imagine how much Tikal had to sacrifice to stop Chaos from destroying the rest of the world – her freedom, her old friends and family, her opportunity to enjoy life without watching her home turn into a war zone just so everyone else can enjoy those privileges. Not only does she remind him of someone he vaguely remembers in the past, but he also knew what it was like to be confined into stasis for a long period of time due to a tragedy, except she had to go through this ALOT longer. He wants to save her so badly. 😢

-Sonic’s most challenging yet rewarding battle after SA1 is Perfect Chaos. There's not a whole lot to be afraid of when he's basically an invincible Super Saiyan who can easily beat Eggbutt’s robots on a regular basis, but what makes Chaos a unique rival to Sonic before Shadow is the fact that not only is he literally a body of one of his weaknesses: Water, (The fact he is powerful enough to trap him in water and drown him if he can sure as heck doesn't help) but he initially viewed him as another one of those baddies of the week he'll simply kick the butt of as usual, but Tikal, the girl Sonic wanted to help out the most, showed him Chaos was actually that once kind, gentle monster from that historical incident she had to suffer to tame. It was pretty scary for Sonic to tame a literal water God with a whole flood around him, but boy it  was worth it! Now he can rest reassured that Tikal and the calmed down water creature found peace again and can start a new happier life. Now he just makes sure she gets the comfort and new friends and adventures she might need to heal from her trauma at any opportunity he gets.

-Sonic is one of the few modern friends of hers Tikal trusts the most to have a listening ear when she wants comfort when she feels down from her memories of her old life and family she lost so the pain and sorrow inside her wouldn't consume the qualities that made her lovable amongst her former people: Love, joy, kindness & hope. Ever since that day, Sonic was the light to her gloomy darkness. Thanks to him, Tikal doesn’t have to fridge herself or Chaos for another 5000+ years until another madman comes and uses Chaos as a weapon of destruction, she can now have a chance to live a more happier, peaceful life, make herself a new home, make new friends, have new adventures, have more freedom and even be a new hero alongside her light. Tikal is anointed as the new chieftain of her new friends one day much to her surprise and dismay because she now associates a chieftain with her father, who used his position of power to harm others. But Sonic and his other friends reassures her that she'll be a fine chieftain and use her position of power to do good instead of bad, to help those in need and advocate for peace and harmony.

-Even when away from each other, Sonic and Tikal still find ways to communicate with each other from long distances due to their interesting telepathy ability and their creative ways of communicating to the emeralds, particularly when they are relaxing at the end of the day and they don't have anything else to do or anyone else to talk to. Due to their connection to the emeralds’ energy, they can also feel each other's energy when touching each other and feeling a certain emotion. When one is stressed and another is calm and touches the stressed one, the calm, positive energy transmits into the stressed one, and they also calm down. Sonic (Even though he doesn't want to admit it due to him not normally being a physical touchy kind of person) and Tikal likes to hug and hold hands for a reason.

-Tikal didn't really get to explore the world outside of her home place in her life. So for their dates, Sonic takes her to explore a new fun adventure and try new things, whether it's beautiful scenery or a new cuisine. Tikal has a high spice tolerance and loves chili peppers, not only does she like chili dogs as much as Sonic does, maybe it's not spicy enough to her and she often tries to make it spicier by using spices and/or hot sauce. Both her and Sonic often have fun eating spicy food together and watching their less spice tolerant friends suffering. 😂 And they also like to hang out at beaches and the sunflower field of course. They also like to spend a quiet peaceful day together hanging out at a chao garden and parenting the chao as if they're their children. And although Sonic doesn’t want to swim for obvious reasons, he doesn’t mind joining in a pool where Tikal is swimming in long as he simply sits on a stair step where he can still feel a body of water on half of his body while knowing he can easily get out if he starts getting uncomfortable. He surprisingly finds pure peace and serenity when he just chills that way.

-Tikal also sometimes joins Sonic in defending small, helpless critters from Eggman. She despises that guy ever since he fueled her closest friend's anger and used him as a weapon of destruction. Just imagine how she would feel about him when she learns he also takes small, helpless, innocent critters and uses them as machine batteries and pollutes the environment around them. She would not kill him, but she will wreck his replaceable machine's good with her gymnastic warrior moves and her newfounded spiritual powers she can get creative with. Forming orbs with her hands? Fling them as bombs. Wanna create a spiritual border to trap Eggman to keep him from causing trouble? Call this girl. Summoning lightning? Causing stunning earthquakes with a slam of a palm?  Hydrokinesis? Shovel claw whenever Knuckles isn't using it? She got it. Mix that with Sonic’s speed, boosts, spindashes strong enough to create underground tunnels, his super form and whirlwind forming and you sure get one heck of a power couple that gives even Superman and Wonder Woman a run for their money. Whirlwind + Water = Waterspout

-It took a while for these two to decide to get married due to their own things to do and their own issues to work on. But when Tikal finally uses her position as the new chieftain to propose to Sonic with a golden ring, they come up with a very creative wedding ceremony idea that fits for both of their personalities. Both are a bit introverted, but also like to spend time with their friends and make them feel included in the happy memories, But they're also worried about how Amy would react to Sonic marrying someone who is not her. So for their wedding day, they hosted a “fancy party" and put on a dress and tuxedo respectively, but didn't make them look too obviously like wedding gowns. They had fun food and dancing as usual, but Sonic and Tikal sneaked their vows and the kiss the bride ritual when everyone else isn't looking and then he'll bridal-carry her and run into the night to their honeymoon. Their interactions after their marriage aren’t even that different from their normal interactions. Yes, there’s a few kisses and cuddles here and there (They prefer to kiss and cuddle in isolated areas where it's more intimate for them), but they mostly just keep doing what they’ve been doing.

Welp, that’s all I can think of without letting you wait for my answer for much longer. I hope you enjoy reading my headcanons. Cya next time!

[bustyasianbeautiespod]

I find it so interesting how closely Aziraphale holds onto his identity as an Angel as opposed to Crowley who plays the role of demon but knows very well that it’s just a role and that heaven and hell are just labels. I do think it goes back to their loneliness and sense of belonging, maybe. Because Aziraphale wants (wanted?), far more than Crowley at least, to belong in this whole system even tho he knows he doesn’t. Crowley knows he doesn’t belong in the system but he does want to belong somewhere and that somewhere is, well, with Aziraphale. And it’s so sad because you know they both are outcasts and hurting and only have each other and they both want more but in different directions. UGH! I love them so much. They’ll figure it out, they’ll be okay (<- affirmations)

HELLO WORDS THAT MAKE ME FEEL AND THINK THINGS.

crowley really does fully think it's a job! there's soo much book stuff for that ("Anyway, why're we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that." + Now, as Crowley would be the first to protest, most demons weren't deep down evil. In the great cosmic game they felt they occupied the same position as tax inspectors-doing an unpopular job, maybe, but essential to the overall operation of the whole thing. + "We were only doing our jobs," muttered Crowley. being part of the climax) that I loveee (this is not the point of your ask at all i just love anthony j crowley w all my heart and soul). and that's prob bc they already decided heaven was bullshit before the beginning and has seen and gotten the chance to evaluate both sides firsthand. but it still has to be devastatingly lonely and it isss bc p much everyone in hell is a traumatized betrayed person taking it out on the ppl below them in the command line and deciding that Being Nice is an executable offense so it's tough to find companionship there. and as for humans, do u ever think about how it must have been SO hard for her before she got sunglasses. like obv ppl would react differently to his eyes depending on culture/religion/etc but i'm sure it was often hard to talk to people! and i think enjoying wine and technology and constructing fun things for her job was satisfying enough to get by and having someone who Gets Him (But To A Hard Limit) in aziraphale helped add joy to it all but in s2 they're stagnating and depressed and she LITERALLY wants to belong somewhere and that somewhere is aziraphale......

for aziraphale i think that post-fall heaven had to be like "did you have fun killing your former friends with swords? well you were all chosen to stay angels for a reason but every day you should be terrified that if you step one toe out of line you're unworthy of god's love. lol." (also michael's whole "you've been a bit of a fallen angel" being a valid way for angels to refer to bad behavior) and it makes so much sense for someone to come out of that propaganda feeling the way aziraphale does! grey and i just recorded 2.02 and the ways in which heaven makes aziraphale feel silly and inadequate there but he's still crying his eyes out on that rock at the thought of falling make me soo. and 2.01 aziraphale saying it's nice to tell someone all the good things you've done now that he's not reporting to heaven is soo. showziraphale rlly needs outside reassurance and to belong somewhere and for millennia that somewhere has been heaven despite them all hating his ass. GOD IT'S SO MISERABLE

i think often about how by episode two of the show grey already said "I find it fascinating that both of them are situated as 'They’re different from the other people of their community,' like, Aziraphale is different from the other angels. Crowley is different from the other demons. And what they are most like is each other." well. i also love them and believe that they'll figure it out and be okay! (whether neilman is able to write that in a satisfactory fashion is something i... don't have the highest hopes for, but they will figure it out and be okay regardless of what that guy writes)

- Crystal :)

[senashenta]

Storm Season: Chapter Four

Title: Storm Season (Chapter Four)

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: E

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut

Summary: “Dean Winchester is Saved.” The angels all say, clear as a bell—and Dean crawls out of his own grave. Shortly after, he meets the person who pulled him out of Hell, and it turns out to be CASTIEL. Seven years after Cas vanished off the face of the Earth, Dean is suddenly confronted with his former lover again, only this time he’s not just a regular college kid—he’s an ANGEL, and Dean just doesn’t know how to compute that AT ALL.

But even after all these years, Dean can’t deny that he still has feelings for Cas, even as he and Sam embark on an out-of-place-palraijuq Hunt in Louisiana. Not even a giant crocodile monster can keep his attention when Cas comes around—and just like before, the angel is very, very distracting, bringing up Dean’s love for him once more. But things aren’t as simple as when they were younger and Cas was human, and it will take a lot of work before Dean can trust Cas again.

Notes: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!! My gift to the few of you following this fic is a chapter a day early because I couldn’t resist posting a chapter on Christmas for you. Happy Holidays! <3

I’m still working on the LITERALLY TWENTY-FIVE (it’s down from thirty lol) one-shots that follow this fic, but in no particular order like. I’ve got #1 to #5 finished and also #23 to #25. Go figure idek my literal medicated ADHD brain. Now that I’m finished #25, I’m going to try to go back and finish #6 though and then work on them in order because… logic?? Hello??

Also, my next big project is going to be a Supernatural/The Walking Dead crossover just because I’m watching TWD right now and have a really good idea for one. :D

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3.

STORM SEASON ET AL TUMBLR MASTER POST HERE.

STORM SEASON Chapter Four By Senashenta

It had been five days since his last… encounter. With Cas. And Dean hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him since. Which was a good thing, because Dean didn’t know how he felt about anything right now: except that, after a while, he had begun to feel guilty over how he had treated Cas when they had last been together.

He had been hard, harsh. Overly rough. He shouldn’t have done that. Even if he was angry with Cas right now it didn’t excuse that behavior. Sure, Cas was an angel now—apparently always had been—and would heal easily, but still. It wasn’t right. So, now he was dealing with the nagging guilt on top of everything else, and that was his own damn fault.

As much as he was glad Cas wasn’t around right now, a hard as it was to be around him, Dean also kind of wished the angel was there so he could apologize, awkward as that apology would inevitably be. But he may have lost that chance already, all things considered. Cas might never be back. Again. Who really knew? For the time being, all Dean could do was wait it out.

He and Sam were currently on their way to Laramie, Wyoming, on the trail of a rather nasty sounding poltergeist. Bobby had sent them off on the job while he did some more research on their potential case in New Orleans. It was a long drive, but it was made mostly in silence. Dean could tell Sam wanted to ask him about a great many things, but the younger Winchester was trying to be respectful.

But he could only keep that up to a point.

They were reaching the turnoff for Laramie when Sam finally spoke up: “dude, you haven’t said two words since we left Pennsylvania. Did things go that badly with Cas?”

“No, Sam, they went swell.” Dean deadpanned, eyes still on the road.

“But did you get into an argument or something? We haven’t seen him in days.”

“Words were exchanged.”

“And?”

“And what do you want me to say, here, Sam?” Dean demanded, then followed that up by gritting his teeth and finally snapping; “we fucked, alright? We fucked and I was too hard, and I was too rough, and it was too impersonal, and then afterward I freaked out and kicked him out. Haven’t heard from him since.”

“First of all, way too much information, Dean! Second of all, that’s why he hasn’t been coming around?” Sam threw his hands into the air and let them fall back into his lap heavily, “you are such a freaking jerk!”

“I know, okay, I know!” Dean was white knuckling the steering wheel and privately apologizing to Baby for being too rough… which just reminded him of the problem at hand and made him tighten his grip even more. It would have been an endless cycle, if Sam hadn’t interrupted his thoughts with:

“You didn’t… hurt him, did you?”

“I don’t…” Dean still kept his eyes on the road, mostly, but glanced sideways at Sam just fleetingly. “I don’t know.” He answered truthfully. “I kicked him out before we could get into that. But he’s—he’s an angel, right? He—he heals.”

“I feel like it still counts, though, Dean.”

“No shit, Sam! I know! The entire thing was a—a mistake, I never should have—Goddamnit!” The elder Winchester cursed and banged a hand against the steering wheel, once again silently apologizing to Baby for it. “I’ve been kicking myself to Hell and back for it ever since, but I can’t do anything about it until he comes back. If he comes back.”

Sam was on his phone now, looking up motels in Laramie even while they had this serious conversation. “Turn left up here, there’s a motel a couple of streets down, looks like our kind of thing.” Then he paused before adding; “and once again, you’re a freaking moron. You swore you would never hurt Cas. You damn near killed yourself, trying to find him, and now that he’s back—”

“CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE.” Dean demanded loudly. “I just, I can’t—”

“SURE, DEAN.” Sam replied sarcastically, just as loud, even as they pulled into the parking lot of the motel he had been navigating them to. The neon sign was blinking Stargate Motel: Vacancies. Their room was probably going to be interesting. And by ‘interesting’ Sam meant ‘hideous.’ He shoved his phone into his pocket and looked at Dean pointedly. “How about you tell me how Hell was, huh? That’d be a great conversation, and I think it’s about time!”

“It was warm and balmy, like an oceanside vacation in Hawaii!” Dean snapped, before shoving his door open and leaning to grab his duffle bag out of the back seat; “I keep telling you, I don’t remember, Sam!”

“That is such bullshit, you’re just—” Sam broke off when they walked into the motel’s office and the two of them fell silent, though you could cut the tension with a knife. They were both glowering, the exact same expression on each of their faces. Sometimes it was easy to tell they were related.

The woman behind the desk glanced between them before clearing her throat and pulling out the booking ledger. She didn’t even bother to ask if they wanted a single bed or two, as most places did with them (it seemed to be a theme); “two queens is eighty-nine dollars a night.” She told them; “if you don’t want the cleaning staff to come in your room use the privacy signs provided. Check out is eleven a.m., cash, debit or credit?”

Dean paid for two weeks up front on his (admittedly fake) credit card, and then he went back out to the Impala to pull her around and park in front of room fifteen, all the way at the end of the motel aisle, while Sam chose to walk in an attempt to cool his head, carrying both his duffle bag and his shoulder bag with his computer in it—it wasn’t very far, anyway.

He was torn, really. Because in a lot of ways, he very much understood where Dean was coming from with the whole Castiel thing. Sam had been there for a lot of the searching, after Cas had gone missing. Had deferred his first year at Stanford to help Dean try to find Cas, and he had seen first-hand what Dean had gone through. But at the same time… Cas was back, now, and that was a good thing, and why Dean couldn’t see that past his own anger, Sam couldn’t understand. And the fact that he had potentially hurt Cas was… well. It was completely unbelievable. And yet there it was—Dean had not-quite-freely admitted it.

Sam assumed, and he thought rightly so, though he couldn’t be sure because Dean wouldn’t talk about it, that part of the problem was Dean’s entire tour in Hell. He was dealing with that at the same time as the whole thing with Cas—or not dealing with it, as the case may be—and it was making him twitchy, aggravated, angry, on edge. And Sam was sure—sure—that Dean was lying when he said he didn’t remember his time in Hell, but he had no way to prove it so all he could do was keep at it, keep asking, until eventually Dean decided to tell him. Be as annoying as possible, basically. He was good at that, he’d had practice; he was the younger brother.

But also…

Sometimes, he thought, he should give Dean a break. He had just spent four months in Hell, after all, and the love of his life had just come back from the apparent dead. So maybe he just needed some more time before…

Sam sighed. Yeah, okay.

When he got to room fifteen, the door was hanging open and Dean was already inside. Sam paused on the threshold because wow. The entire room was decorated with stars and mirrors, like a disco ball had thrown up in it. Sleeping in it would be interesting, indeed. Shaking his head, Sam stepped inside and closed the door behind himself, then double locked it out of habit alone.

Dean had already taken over the bed closest to the door, so Sam took the other one, dumping his bags on it unceremoniously. “Dean,” He said after a couple of minutes of tense silence, “I’m… sorry. I don’t know what you’re going through. How could I? So, I shouldn’t judge. I just… I’m worried. That’s all. About you, and about Cas, and about the whole Hell situation, so… I’m just sorry. I’ll try to be less… overbearing. Okay?”

Dean had been organizing his weapons, tucking his bowie knife under his pillow, but his hands paused at that, and he sighed out a long, somewhat shaky breath. “It’s just really complicated, Sammy. I can’t even explain it all, everything that’s going on in my head right now. It’s a freaking mess.” Then a pause followed by; “I’m going for food, you want anything?”

Sam looked at him for a long moment, like he really wanted to say something, before just starting to pull his laptop out of its’ bag with a shrug, “yeah, just grab me something. Don’t care what, as long as it has vegetables.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean pulled his keys back out, left his things strewn across his bed, and headed for the door. “Don’t forget to lock the door behind me.”

“Dude. I know motel safety.” Sam protested. “I’m twenty-six.”

“And I’m still older, so I still get to boss you around.” Dean came back, even as he was ducking out the door.

Sam resisted the urge to throw something at his back, a shoe sounded tempting—his inner child’s reaction to being talked down to—and instead headed over to bolt the lock and slide the chain-lock into place with a click. Basic motel safety was the first thing John Winchester had taught his sons when he had started taking them on the road with him; when Sam was a few years old, and Dean was old enough to watch after his little brother (most of the time.) It wasn’t something Sam was likely to forget any time soon.

Once the door was securely locked, Sam went to his duffle bag and dug out a container of salt, then proceeded to lay down a salt line along the bathroom window ledge and along the bottom of the door. He was just finishing that when a voice from back behind him in the room told him conversationally:

“You know that only works on demons and ghosts. Other things can still get in.”

Of course Sam knew that. He rolled his eyes and finished up the salt line he was working on. “Yeah, but it’s better than nothing, Cas.” When he was done, he straightened and turned around to face the angel, pausing to look him over for a long moment. He looked okay, at the very least; had a little, amused smile on his face. “Dean went out for food. He’ll be back in a bit if you want to hang around.”

That was where Cas’s mask slipped slightly. He glanced downward. “No, I… I can’t stay. I wanted to talk to you.”

Sam blinked, surprised, but then it clicked, and he asked; “about Dean?”

Cas nodded, not quite making eye contact. “I try to keep an eye on him; on both of you. But my duties in Heaven have kept me away for the last few days, and I haven’t been able to look in on him. When we last saw each other… it didn’t…” Trailing off, he sighed and shook his head, “I’m just worried about him. I want to know how he’s doing.”

“So stay and ask him yourself.” Sam suggested.

“I don’t think…” Cas began, then trailed off again before finishing with; “I doubt he wants to see me right now.”

And that was when Sam realized it: Dean hadn’t just hurt Cas during their last encounter, they had hurt each other, and of course neither of them was willing to take the hard first step towards talking about it. Dean was just being stubborn, emotionally constipated, but Cas was obviously worried about possibly doing even more damage. They were both clearly afraid of having their hearts broken again.

Sam didn’t envy either of them.

“Dean’s… you know how he is. He doesn’t like to talk about anything.” He told Cas after a short pause, “but… he feels terrible, about what happened the last time you were together. I know that much.”

“He told you?”

“Not the details. Are you alright?”

“Physically? I’m… I mean. Angels heal quickly. And he didn’t do much damage.” Cas shrugged one shoulder lightly and finally looked at Sam properly, “besides, he didn’t do anything I didn’t consent to.” It was obvious Cas had regrets, though, in the way he was standing, the way he was holding himself. “It’s my fault anyway, I shouldn’t have let things go that far… neither of us was ready.”

Sam crossed the room to take a seat at the kitchen table and Cas trailed along behind him, but refrained from sitting down himself, even when Sam gestured toward another of the chairs. “You had no way of knowing. Neither of you did.” When Cas didn’t respond, just glanced away, Sam sighed. “Look, he’s… dealing. But he’s barely hanging on, even if he won’t admit it.”

Cas looked down. “Yeah, I was afraid of that.”

“You really need to talk to him, Cas.”

“Sam, I can’t, I’ve tried explaining myself and I just… I don’t know what else I can say.”

“Okay, but at this point you have to try, Dean has been carrying a torch for you for thirteen years, he still is—” Sam broke off, making a frustrated noise, but when he opened his mouth to continue, he was interrupted by a banging on the door. He glanced over. “That’ll be Dean.” He told Cas. “It’s up to you.”

Cas hesitated while Sam got up and went over to open the door. When he unlocked it and swung it inward Dean was standing there with a bag in one arm and a case of beer in the other—and for just a split-second green eyes flitted past Sam to land on Cas. But then he blinked, and Cas was gone.

“Christ, I must be tired. I’m seeing things.” Dean muttered and pushed the bag of convenience store food—probably not a single vegetable in sight—into Sam’s hands as he made his way past his brother and into the room.

Sam just took the bag when it was shoved at him and made a disappointed noise when he turned around, and Cas had disappeared.

-- --

The poltergeist in Laramie turned out to actually be at the Public Library there, and Dean only made approximately fifty million Ghostbusters references when he found that out before Sam finally got sick of it and made him stop by threatening to spray paint the Impala pink. Dean had smacked him upside the head at just the thought, which had initiated a full-on slap-fight, which had led to a flailing wrestling match and eventually ended up with the two of them sprawled on the floor, huffing and glaring at the ceiling after a few minutes. So, typical Winchester sibling behavior. Afterward they sat down and had a beer together.

It wasn’t Dean’s first beer of the day, and it wouldn’t be his last. He was still fully committed to his Day Drinking to keep his mind of Cas, especially after what had happened the last time they’d been together. The guilt from that encounter still crawled up his spine every time he thought about it. He just tried to shove the memories deep under alcohol and Hunting as much as possible.

It was still their first day in Laramie, though the afternoon was now waning, and they didn’t have much in the way of plans for the evening—their investigation would start the next day after they’d (hopefully) had a good night’s sleep, but Dean had already started taping things up to one of the walls, particularly after they’d asked around at the diner they’d gone to for lunch and discovered the poltergeist was at the freaking library. (And that would never get old. Job of the century.)

But since actually going to the library was slated for tomorrow, that left today wide open. Sam was using it to have a wander around town. Dean explored long enough to find a liquor store and somewhere to buy pie and Funyuns before returning to the motel room and holing up there to work on the Wall and drink. It was basically a rerun of Hazleton, just with a different monster.

That evening, not actually drunk but pleasantly tipsy after a couple (admittedly heavily poured) glasses of whiskey and several bottles of beer in a very short amount of time, Dean fell into bed around one o’clock in the morning, making the most of the semi-comfortable mattress and the scratchy motel linens, and passed out for the night. Sam went to bed shortly after that, after cleaning up all of Dean’s empties and depositing his glass in the sink.

At exactly four o’clock in the morning Dean woke up from a terrible nightmare of fire and brimstone and all the worst kind of tortures, absolutely panicking, eyes flying open wide and grabbing hard at the bedsheets, breathing heavy and hard, open mouthed, chest heaving. Instinctively, he scrambled out of bed, trailing the sheets after himself and fumbled for his gun, then crowded back into the nearest corner, knees pulled up to his chest and face down in them as he tried to catch his breath, to staunch the flow of adrenaline.

And then there was a body beside him, easing close ever-so-slowly and settling next to his side. An arm looped around his shoulders. The room remained silent, but slowly his breathing eased off and his grip on his gun loosened—though something in him refused to actually let the weapon go.

He knew it was Cas beside him, he could feel it, could tell even without lifting his head or opening his eyes to look, but he still remained quiet for a long, long time before finally whispering shakily, muffled into his knees and the sheet still tangled around his legs, “…thank you.”

The arm around him tightened, and Cas pressed a gentle kiss against his temple, then murmured; “do you want me to stay for a while?”

It was a complicated thing, because he was still trying very hard to avoid Cas like the plague. But right now, after what he had just dreamed, with the things that were currently flashing behind his closed eyelids, he didn’t want to be alone. And he couldn’t wake Sam. Sam would only ask questions that he wasn’t prepared to answer yet. Couldn’t. But if Cas had rescued him from Hell, then he had already seen—he knew, and he wasn’t asking any of the difficult questions, at least not now, anyway.

So finally, Dean nodded his head against his knees mutely.

Cas settled closer into his side at that and leaned his own head down so his forehead was pressing by Dean’s temple. “I’ll stay, then.” And then, just quietly, a promise; “but I’ll be gone by morning. I know you don’t want me here in the morning.”

Dean hesitated before nodding silently again. He was still, just taking slow, deep, shuddering breaths for the longest time, before he began to list sideways without even meaning to, leaning into Cas’s side without even lifting his head. Cas just adjusted to accommodate him without a word, and Dean more than appreciated that.

It took a long time, but eventually Dean shook his head slowly, hair mussing against his knees, and asked hoarsely, “don’t you even want to know what this is all about?”

“I can guess what it’s about.” Cas replied softly, “and I know you’re not ready to talk about it yet, so I’m not asking.”

Dean finally let one arm drop down and set his gun on the floor with the muted sound of metal on shitty motel carpet and lifted his head slowly, then turned to tuck himself closer into Cas’s side. Even with all the bullshit that was going on between them at the moment, Cas still felt safe. Cas still felt like comfort. Cas still felt like home. Even after everything…

It was easy to relax into the angel beside him once he allowed himself to do so. Slowly the images of fire and torture began to fade to the background again, where he had been shoving them ever since escaping Hell—ever since being pulled out, rescued, by the only person he’d ever loved with every part of his wretched, damaged soul. And now that same person was there, unbidden, just because Dean needed him, needed to lean into him and feel his warmth and allow his light to soak into himself, even if just a little bit, to chase away the darkness for even a short time.

And it was a short time, only two and a half brief hours before the sun began to crest the horizon. They were both quiet the entire time, just leaning into each other, Cas holding onto Dean securely—until Dean actually drifted off to sleep again, head lolling against Cas’s shoulder. Cas easily allowed for it, adjusting to lean his head sideways against Dean’s and closing his eyes, trying desperately to absorb all the negativity and fear that was radiating off him, to replace it with warmth and love.

Eventually Cas had to leave, though; he had promised, after all. And when the sun began peeking through the windows of the motel room, he lifted his head, glanced down at Dean with a sigh, then carefully slid out from beside him, leaving him leaning into the corner, still asleep. Cas followed that up by ducking in and dropping a kiss against Dean’s forehead before straightening, standing, regarding Dean almost sadly for a moment—and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

When Dean woke up again it was alone in the corner he had huddled up in some hours earlier, the sheet still tangled around his legs, and Cas gone. If he had ever even been there to begin with. If he hadn’t been some desperate fever dream.

Sam was also standing over him, staring down at him with an obviously baffled expression on his face. “So. ‘Morning.” He greeted, and made a vague sort of gesture to Dean in his corner and—“what’s with the… gun?”

Dean just grumbled something inarticulate and untangled himself from the sheet, climbing to his feet and picking the pistol up off the floor, then leaving the sheet behind and heading over to tuck the gun away in his duffle bag again. “What time is it?” He asked finally.

“Just after nine.” Sam replied, still just watching him with that same confused expression on his face. He bent to pick up the sheet and carried it over to toss it on Dean’s bed. When Dean sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress a second later, Sam regarded him with concern. “Dude, what happened?”

“Nightmare.” Dean grunted after a pause, one hand up and rubbing through his hair. He only vaguely remembered what had happened the night before, he thought Cas had been there, but… that was impossible, right?

“Must’ve been one hell of a nightmare.” Sam commented, then; “I’m going for breakfast, you want me to bring you something?”

Just the thought of food made Dean’s stomach roll. He quickly shook his head, hands grabbing hard at the edge of the mattress. “Coffee. All the coffee. Like ten cups of coffee.”

Sam nodded slowly. “You should get cleaned up while I’m gone. You look like crap.”

“No shit.” Dean replied sarcastically, head down and eyes on the carpet by his feet. “Just go, Sam, I can take care of myself.”

Sam wasn’t so sure about that, all things considered, but he still grabbed his wallet and headed for the door, pausing on the threshold as if he wanted to say something else before changing his mind and heading out into the Laramie sunshine, closing the door securely behind himself.

Once his brother was gone, Dean relaxed minutely, shoulders slumping and posture easing slightly. Green eyes closed over, and he frowned to himself, trying to focus in on memories from the night before—but all he could bring up were memories of freaking Hell, which was not what he was going for. He was sure—absolutely certain—that Cas had been with him last night, but his mind was foggy when it came to trying to remember that particular fact. If it was a fact as all.

Abruptly, eyes still closed, he felt the bed dip beside him. Dean’s eyes blinked open and he glanced sideways to look at Cas, who was sitting there, just looking at him quietly. Dean opened his mouth to speak, but failed and swallowed thickly before trying again; “you were there last night, weren’t you?”

Cas smiled softly. “Yes, I was there.”

Dean looked away quickly. “You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

But Cas just shook his head; “you needed me, so I came. And I was gone when the sun came up, because I promised I would be, but… you seem to need me, still. So, I’m here again. I’ll always be here, Dean.”

“Except when you weren’t.” Dean accused weakly, almost automatically, though his heart wasn’t really in it this time around. “I don’t remember much about last night. I don’t remember you being here, not really. I mostly remember the nightmares. But I also remember comfort and reassurance, and… who else could it be but you?”

“I couldn’t just leave you like you were. I had to try to help.” The angel told him quietly, then; “will you be alright, Dean?”

Dean didn’t answer that question, just giving a vague shrug as a response. “Are you going to be here every time I have a nightmare?”

“I would like to be, but I can’t promise anything.” Cas replied reluctantly.

“Of course not.” The elder Winchester gripped tighter at the edge of the mattress for a moment before letting go entirely. “Just go, Cas. I’m fine.”

“But—” Cas began.

“Go.” Dean insisted. “I’m fine.”

Cas hesitated for another long moment, then leaned over to kiss by Dean’s jaw gently before standing—and vanishing with the soft ruffle of feathers. Dean just looked at the space where Cas had been only seconds before, expression unreadable, unsure how he felt, entirely, about Cas actually leaving, despite the fact that he had told him to go… but it was definitely a little like he had lost something again, deep down inside.

Cursing under his breath, Dean just pushed himself to his feet—he had work to do.

-- --

By the time Sam got back from the diner with two (not ten) cups of coffee for Dean and one for himself, along with his own breakfast, his brother was up and organizing the Wall, still in his boxers and the t-shirt he’d slept in, hair an absolute disaster, but working away diligently nonetheless, taping up the articles and clippings they had managed to gather up until now.

A new city, a new Wall Of Weird.

It wasn’t much so far, really, just stuff that Bobby had sent them and things they had snipped from the paper the day before, or printed from Sam’s laptop, but it was something and it kept Dean busy, kept his mind off of the million abysmal things that were rolling through it at any given moment.

“Yo.” Sam kicked the door closed behind himself and headed over to set everything on the table in the middle of the room, careful not to disrupt the little piles of papers Dean had set up strategically over half the surface area. “Coffee, dude. Can I move some of this stuff so I can eat my breakfast?”

“No.” Dean deadpanned, even as he taped up another article and then held out one hand, making a grabby motion toward the coffee, without even turning away from the wall. “Coffee me.”

Sam sighed heavily and pulled one of the cups of coffee from the tray, heading over to shove it into Dean’s grasping hand. His brother just grunted out a sort-of thanks, already opening the cup lid and bringing it up to take a long drink of the—frankly scalding—liquid. Dean had always been able to tolerate his coffee as hot as the freaking sun and Sam honestly had no idea how.

“You still look like shit.” Sam commented, heading back over to the table and pushing some little stacks of papers out of the way despite Dean’s warning. He sat down and flipped open the take-out container, unwrapping a fork and starting in on his food: scrambled eggs, a side of bacon and a small mix of fruit salad. “You need to shower and get your hair under control.” He told Dean around a mouthful of food, “also freaking shave, you look like you just came out of a year in the wilderness.”

“It’s not that bad.” Dean complained, lifting one hand up to scratch at what was maybe for sure the beginnings of an actual beard. Yeah. Okay, so it was that bad. He definitely needed to take care of it. Even Cas had commented, a few days ago when… “Sam, did you move my papers?”

“They’re our papers and yes, I made space so I could eat.” Sam didn’t budge an inch. He could practically see Dean’s eyebrow tick, even with the other man’s back turned to him.

Dean just took another drink of his coffee, though, and rather than bitch he offered; “thanks. For the coffee.”

A blink from Sam, surprise that Dean wasn’t giving him shit. He poked at his eggs absently for a moment, watching Dean quietly before giving a shrug and going back to eating. “Seemed like you needed it this morning.” And then; “are you… feeling any better?”

Just a brief hesitation, and then Dean made a soft agreeing noise. Having Cas around had helped, even if just a bit. Finally, he turned away from the Wall and headed over to drop into a chair at the table alongside Sam, trying to block out the smell of Sam’s food the entire time. His stomach still didn’t feel particularly great. “You got three coffees?”

“Yeah, because you asked for all the coffee, remember?” Sam rolled his eyes and reached for his own coffee, opening it up and taking a hesitant sip. It was still predictably boiling hot, so he took the lid off and set it down, leaving it to cool. Then he went back to his breakfast, pausing long enough to ask, “I know you said no to food, but do you want a piece of bacon or something?”

Dean’s eyes flitted down to the container of eggs and bacon in front of Sam, and he had to swallow against the bile that rose in his throat. He brought his cup up to inhale the scent of his coffee instead. “No, I’m good. I’ll get something later.” Then, after a pause, “I’m gonna… go get cleaned up.”

Sam regarded him speculatively for a moment before nodding. “Good plan.”

Dean set his half-finished coffee on the table, went to dig his shaving kit out of his bag, then headed through to the bathroom. Once inside, with the door firmly closed between himself and Sam, he leaned back against it and closed his eyes, trying like hell to keep himself grounded despite the images that were still flashing through his head—were always flashing through his head, just worse that usual right now.

Cas, though… Cas had understood. Or at least it seemed that he had. But that was something to think about at another time.

For now, Dean just got to work getting himself shaved (finally) and scrubbed down (finally), getting his hair back into a semblance of order (finally) before he wandered back out into the main room with a towel hanging around his hips, to dig through his things for a set of clean clothes. Or at least clean-ish. They had probably been worn at least once before, but they would do the job. He would need to do laundry soon, though.

Once he was dressed again, he tossed his wet towel in the general direction of the bathroom and rejoined Sam at the table. The younger Winchester had long since finished his breakfast and was now sipping at his coffee as he shuffled through the papers on the table in complete disregard for Dean’s “filing system.”

“You look like a human being again.” Sam commented idly without looking up when Dean joined him.

Dean went right back to his own coffee. “As opposed to what?”

Sam glanced up and lifted his eyebrows. “A bigfoot?”

“Bigfoot isn’t real, and you know it.”

“Okay, an artist’s interpretation of a bigfoot, then.”

“Screw you.”

“Right back at you.”

-- --

The Albany County Public Library, located in Laramie, Wyoming, was a two-storey building (not counting the basement) and really quite quaint, all things considered. Nothing like the New York City library in Ghostbusters, which Dean was once again humming the theme song for, Goddamnit.

Sam supposed he should just be happy that Dean was getting some small joy out of the little things again, considering how everything hadn’t been going lately. But still, it was annoying as hell and if his brother didn’t cut it out, he was going to snap him in half like a twig. Like a twig. It was going to be a long job, if this bullshit kept up, which if he knew Dean, and he absolutely did, it would.

“So, what’d you think, Sammy?” Dean asked as they stood outside the extremely nondescript looking building, under the lobby overhang out front; “should we be worried about the twinkie yet?” And then a lopsided smile and he shook his head; “nah, I’m not worried about the twinkie yet.”

“I am begging you, please stop with the Ghostbusters references.” Sam told him, mostly flatly.

Dean took a moment to ponder that before just shaking his head—“nope!”—and heading forward to go into the library proper. Sam trailed along behind him with an overworked-and-underpaid kind of look on his face. It was nice that Dean had decided to be in a good mood today, despite how it had started out, but this was potentially going to get ridiculous, Sam could already tell.

The first snag they hit was that the library had metal detectors—Sam assumed they had tags in all their books and movies, and this dissuaded thievery, a lot of libraries had them nowadays—but they went off immediately when Dean tried to go through because he was carrying an EMF detector in his jacket pocket. Luckily, he wasn’t carrying any weapons (and neither was Sam, guns and knives were useless against poltergeists) and the EMF detector Dean had grabbed that day was the one that looked like a jacked-up Walkman, so they were able to easily pass it off as such.

The elderly woman manning the front desk let them in with little complaint, just told them to keep their music down and went back to whatever she had been working on. Sam thanked her politely while Dean continued on farther into the library, looking way too excited to be around so many books. He didn’t normally even like to set foot in a library, always leaving that part of the job up to Sam.

After a brief discussion they decided to split up, and Dean headed upstairs to start checking the place top-to-bottom for EMF while Sam actually sat down at one of the microfiche stations to do research because, well, it just made sense, right? If there was ever a place for it… plus, he could keep an eye out for anything weird on (most of) the main floor as he worked, and an ear out for Dean in case he shouted for him. It seemed like a win-win situation as far as Sam was concerned. Two birds with one stone.

Dean, meanwhile, had made his way upstairs and dug out his EMF detector, popped the earbuds for it into his ears, then began systematically walking the rows of shelves, scanning for EMF as he went. For the first few minutes everything was normal, just baseline static, but Dean wasn’t about to let his guard down just yet. Not until he had swept every single inch of the building, in fact.

So, he went up and down the aisles of the (mostly) empty library, garnering odd looks from the few people he did come across—he just flashed them a winning smile and kept on going—and generally getting nothing but the occasional, small, predictable spike in the EMF… until he got to the gardening section, where his EMF meter abruptly went nuts.

All Dean could think was: freaking gardening, really? But he didn’t say anything out loud, tempting as it was, and risk garnering any more attention than he already was. Instead, he scoured the gardening shelves up and down, and got more than his fair share of readings from it. Gardening.

And then something bounced off his head hard, making Dean yelp out a startled “damnit, shit!” and whirl around to see what was behind him. But there was nothing; only a book, laying on the floor by his feet, as if someone had thrown it at him—but there was no one else around. He frowned and crouched down to scan the book—"The Flower Gardener’s Bible”—with the EMF reader, and the readings were off the charts.

Dean hummed to himself and picked the book up, only to discover black goo oozing from between its pages. Ectoplasm. Gross. He made a face and dropped the book back on the floor, then wiped his hand on his jeans, right about the time a handful of other books began easing off the shelves around him.

Dean’s eyes flicked around, clocking all the books that were moving on their own, and straightened up, standing again and saying out loud, lowly, “I don’t want any trouble, here. I’m just taking some readings. No biggie.”

The spirit inhabiting the Albany County Public Library didn’t seem to agree with his assessment.

The next thing Dean knew books were flying at him from all directions, and not just softcovers either—some of them were heavy hardcover tombs. Dean scrambled away from the gardening section and out into the main room of the second floor, dashing around tables and desks with books zooming at him from every direction until he slammed into the library catalogue cabinets for that floor—only to have several of the drawers shoot open, spewing ectoplasm and index cards everywhere.

Dean nope’d right the hell out of there. He ran for the staircase, books chasing him the entire way, and dashed down to the main floor, hurrying over to Sam. Once he was standing next to his brother, he cleared his throat, and Sam looked up—then paused. Because Dean was next thing to coated in slime, his hair was sticking up everywhere, bruises were already starting to form on some places he could see and probably other places he couldn’t, a black eye fading into existence, and index cards were stuck to his clothes.

Dean looked back at him and deadpanned; “I’m officially afraid of the twinkie, now.”