#poltergeist gabriel au

[miabrown007]

Gabriel pulls a "did you really think it'd be so easy to get rid of me muhahah" and his ghost is back to haunt the mansion. at least, that's the plan. but every time he tries to mess with Adrien, his friends are there and are having none of that.

Gabriel: *making dishes rattle and fall during dinner* Nino: FOOD FIGHT!

Gabriel, whispering: you're a failure of a son, you were never good enough Marinette: oh, it's so drafty in here, let's go out to the garden and do arts and crafts with Kagami and Félix instead, and make imperfect things for the fun of making them

this goes on for about two weeks before Nathalie decides to move Adrien out of the mansion and gets themselves a nice little house with flowers and cozy spaces, triangulated by the new school, Nino's flat, and the bakery

[prpfz]

this is a wild one boys. hi! i'm glitch, 25f. please be 18+ to interact with me for my own comfort and for the dark themes i'm about to dive into here! i'm looking to play some canon horror characters against some other canon horror characters, be they in books, movies, or games. be they survivors or other killers. aus and crossovers are so welcome! here's a list of who i play at the moment:

the smile entity - smile (i haven't seen smile 2 yet :( )

raatma - v/h/s/94

pazuzu - the exorcist

xenomorph (various castes) - alien franchise

mister babadook - the babadook

jean jacket - nope

pennywise the dancing clown - IT (2017/19 movie and book based)

sadako - ringu

they who are many - the thing

the colour - the colour out of space (lovecraft mythos)

father dagon - lovecraft mythos

cthulhu - lovecraft mythos

hastur - lovecraft mythos

death angels - a quiet place franchise

mr. grey - dreamcatcher

carnage symbiote (note this is a very horror-centric take on the character) - marvel

moder - the ritual

the entity thing - skinamarink

sam - trick r’ treat

gabriel may - malignant

satan - longlegs

deadites - evil dead rise

the wendigo - pet semetary (book based)

the beast - poltergeist

blade - puppet master

sil - species

gunther twibunt - the funhouse

christine - christine (film based)

the queen - lifeforce

and more!

if you're interested, give this a like or shoot me a dm. you can reach me on my discord as well: teethpaint

hope to write with you soon!

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[yolowritter]

I was traumatized today...by the Ghost Emilie Au

Welp...@asukiess, you did it. You traumatized me. Renouned writer of angst and emotional damage dealer that I am, you destroyed me mentally. I don't even have a cheery intro for this post, my mind is utterly consumed by the thoughts of poltergeist Emilie Agreste. And I, of course, wrote something about it! Here it is and please enjoy! Also, for everyone else, this right here is where I got the inspiration. Yes I'm perfectly fine thank you! Being very normal about this! Anyway, here you all go! A scene where Emilie realizes she's dead for the first time! Enjoy while I go drive myself insane about what exactly she'd do to Gabriel and Nathalie afterwards!

(Adding a cut for those who want to scroll)

Emilie Agreste was cold. That she felt anything at all would’ve seemed a miracle, if the last shreds of her mind weren’t bogged down by a thick, blinding fog. Distantly, a tiny part of her brain—most likely a miniscule shred of sanity—perked up, gently reminding that she ought to be resting. But her deathbed was a warm, comfortable place. Gabriel had made sure to give her that much, at least when he wasn’t busy pacing ditches in the manor’s marble tiles, or tearing his hair out over the Grimoire’s untranslatable pages. Then, ever so gingerly, Emilie tried to move. Eyes still struggling to open, phantom dizziness plaguing her motor skills, and memories of raspy coughs all attempted to lay her low. She pushed past it, clumsily feeling for what must be a solid surface underneath her, even if its texture did not resemble the warm nest she’d made for herself on the bed she would depart this world from.

Then, out of nothing but pure reflex, her legs move, turn as she shifts the rest of her body, and Emilie Agreste manages to stand. It should be impossible, the logical part of her mind whispers, yet it’s drowned out by a cacophony of new sensations, all screaming inside her head. She’s standing up, with legs that haven’t been any use for months now. Quivers and aches dig into them like ice-cold knives; phantom pains she never had the heart to tell Gabriel about rip through Emilie’s skin all at once, and she almost topples over. Should have crumbled to…whatever floor there is underneath her, but the once-useless limbs don’t drag her down. Instead of dead weight, her whole body feels light as a feather, and the woman’s eyes finally snap open in full, from the sheer surprise of it all.

She’s…in the basement, Emilie notes. Standing on that little platform they’d erected for a butterfly garden, Gabriel’s small piece of paradise, filled with blooming flowers for Nooroo to zip through and give the Kwami some measure of comfort from his solitude. Very rarely did they use his Miraculous; there simply wasn’t a need to further mess with extraordinary powers after Adrien had been created. The steel catwalk looks just as she remembers, railings on either side and overhead lights bleeding a brilliant white that feels almost blinding to her still-adjusting eyes. Distantly, Emilie realizes she never fell down, is still standing no matter how impossible that should be. She looks down at her legs, sees them holding strong in a way she once struggled to remember. Gingerly, the woman takes a step across the catwalk, and then another, and another. Her heart skips every time her shoes make contact with the cold metal, but it slowly dawns that she can walk again.

Emilie is moving her whole body with nary a thought. It’s easy, almost miraculously so. As if the side effects of using the broken Peacock never marred her body…or there isn’t a body to afflict. She blinks at the invasive thought, almost laughs to herself at how ridiculous it sounds. Then, she pauses. A long, silent moment washes over Emilie, and she curiously taps her foot against the metal flooring. Not a sound. The familiar metallic clicks are gone, as if there isn’t anything there to make them. Surely that’s a mistake. Her ears must just be…wrong, is all! A tiny chuckle escapes through her mouth; she hears the laughter just fine as it fills the empty space, first low—almost inaudible—and by the end a deafening, manic sound that would rupture any human’s eardrums. Akin to nails being dragged along a chalkboard, Emilie Agreste cackles at the very idea; she’s probably just not used to being awake after…how long, exactly? The woman breathes, yet feels not the sensation of lungs pushing out along with her chest. Only the same, ever-present chill, which reminds her of a gentle breeze.

She pauses once more, before shaking her head and blinking the ridiculous notions away. Emilie forces herself to pace, focuses on miming deep breaths and pointedly ignores the way her legs feel weightless, as if autumn leaves would simply phase through, should she venture to the surface and then outside the manor. It’s cold in their little safe haven; a spot meant for keeping flowers year-round ought to be the opposite. Emilie looks down at herself again, sees the usual outfit on her person. By all means, the air shouldn’t be chilly…and yet.

The woman runs a hand through her blonde hair, mysteriously kept together without a strand out of place. She doesn’t bother questioning it, mind instead turning all attention to something else. Another, safer topic, one that doesn’t make the back of her brain writhe and wriggle whenever her thoughts stray towards its comprehension. Adrien. Her son, the perfect creation she and Gabriel had brought into the world. Emilie’s heart would sink whenever she thought of him, in her final hour. Or…what might have been, were she not awake and clearly conscious. She’d known that her husband, for all his love towards her, would be wracked by too much grief to properly care for him. But she’d trusted Nathalie to be there for them both, in a way that Emilie herself had simple become unable to.

She thinks to go upstairs, to see him again. Her mind still struggles to process that she’s awake at all—is being ravaged by hundreds of questions as to her current situation—and Emilie desperately needs a distraction. Something to hold onto, that’ll ground her until the air feels like it’s filling her lungs again, and the catwalk’s metal clanks against her soles. Maybe…maybe she’ll give him a flower. Another safe notion, to pick a flower out for her son. Something small, a dainty little thing like that daisy which had grown in their backyard years ago; later being gifted to her by the tiny boy she had made not even a decade ago. Emilie knows that this is a flower garden; there will be plenty to pick from here.

Every so slowly, she makes to turn around. The metal remains eerily silent; the air as cold as Tibet feels in her memories. Just as Emilie’s foot leaves the ground, a stinging breeze floods the open chamber…yet she doesn’t topple over. It’s odd; weightless as her legs appear to be, a light shove should send her tumbling down. She doesn’t sit on the thought, and gingerly completes the motion. With great care, the woman finally looks up from her feet…and sees an object she could swear has no place in the sanctuary. It's metallic; a plain, shimmering thing, without any of the exaggerated ornate designs she’d playfully chided Gabriel for adorning their new home with years ago, before Adrien’s existence had even been voiced as a vague idea. It’s shaped like a pod of sorts; the kind of thing people would step in for a few hours to quickly get a tan. There are two engraved sheets of metal at it’s front, looking like they slide open to reveal an interior. Emilie’s mind writhes as she curiously steps closer, starting to fiddle with the attached mechanism. What the hell had Gabriel put this here for? It was large enough to fit a person!

After another moment of fumbling with the thing in front of her, a sharp hiss sounds in the woman’s ears, almost coursing through her very soul. As if they’ve been used a thousand times, the metal sheets easily slide into the pod’s sides, revealing a glass case just beneath. Emilie takes a closer look; her eyes seem to dark everywhere but the interior, refusing to cooperate and sending incomprehensible sensations to her brain. She pushes through the mania; surely she’s just being paranoid! And with a shaky, miserably pathetic breath…Emilie Agreste raises her gaze, and looks at herself through the glass. Perfect. There’s no other way to accurately describe her look-alike. Resting in a peaceful, almost pristine slumber, hands gingerly placed atop one another at the waist. Had she still possessed the necessary organs, the blonde’s breath would have hitched. Her heart would stop beating from the shock alone, and she would have fainted, only to wake up in her bed and reveal this as nothing more than a fevered nightmare. Yet, the replica persists in its angelic existence. A wax statue in some morbid display case; it’s both everything and nothing like Emilie. Her fake’s smile lacks the slight mischievous curl of her lip which preceded a prank on Gabriel. Her eyes are sealed shut; windows to the soul forever closed. She looks as if someone recreated her visage from memory while never having met her. Maybe they were blind, a tiny voice echoes in the back of her head, electing a desperate giggle from the woman as she finally manages to take her eyes off it.

Then…the dreaded realization dawns on her at last. This…thing, it is her. Exactly what Emilie had always pretended to be. Perfect and untouchable, the best at even something as simple as existing. Desperately, she searches for a familiar warmth. A hint of her old smile. She leans forward to better see…but there is no reflection. Everything is gone, leaving behind only memories. A pristine, immaculately-kept statue for Gabriel to recall her by. White light washes over both the physical and spectral Emilies, blinding in its radiance. The chilling breeze persists, ruthless in its raging through the empty chamber. All sense of who the blonde truly was having vanished to the winds. She has no lungs. No flesh with which to breathe, no vocal cords to carry her voice. Yet, Emilie Agreste takes one final look at her encapsulated body, gingerly places her ethereal hand on the glass, and screams.

[hanahaki-ghost]

Could you explain the Spirit!AU and the Minecraft!AU a bit more? I'm confused by it... ^^"

Yes i can ^^

Spirit au:

So basically the victims from Mandela Catalogue died after they’re encounters and so I’ll go in order explaining them

Cesar-after hearing his mom scream he walked out into the kitchen coming face to face with an alternate after attempting to stop the alternate he wound up slitting his own throat though before he bled out he heard the alternate call mark,once he died he became a poltergeist with the ability to turn into animals when that happened he turned into a bird (he didn’t mean to not having control yet and was stuck as a bird for a while after) and went to makes house after mark left his home to try and save him but being stuck as a bird he couldn’t do anything witnessing his friends death.

Mark-so we all know how mark died, after his death he became a wisp to help guide those lost like he was before he died, mark wonders Mandela county but can only be seen in his small wisp form and is more commonly found in the winds near the outskirts of the town, while sitting in the woods one day Cesar finds him though doesn’t realize it’s mark at first till mark turns to a more human form.

Jonah-after leaving Adam in the house he sped away from the house, while speeding he got into a car crash due to the alternate that followed him. When he crash he went through the windshield(he didn’t buckle up) and died on impact with the ground. Due to how emotional he was at believing he left his best friend to die he became a banshee wondering the woods crying hoping to run into Adam.

Adam-after descending to the basement he realizes his mistake but it’s to late by then and he dies an alternate taking his place. He became a shadow spirit of sorts and can only manifest at night which makes it easier for Alt Adam to trick Sarah into believing it’s actually him

Sarah one day wonders into the woods due to alternate reports. While she’s doing this Mark sees her and tries to guide her away which sadly doesn’t work. She winds up finding an alternate and runs hiding in an old cabin where she sees mark, cesar, and Jonah. Mark scolds her, Cesar sits back to not interfere, and Jonah starts crying happy she’s ok. When night falls is when she sees Adam but thought he was an alternate at first till he proved he wasn’t which then concerned her about who she had been talking with.

That’s basically a summarized version

MC au:

So this au basically they’re origins(like origin smp) of different mobs

Sarah and Mark-avian/Elytra, Sarah’s wings aren’t fully developed and can only glide and float not actually fly, Marks wings had been fully developed but died. Eventually Sarah finds him in a cave. After dying he became a warden and wings were ruined. Once finding him Sarah led him back to the surface.

Cesar-is an Endarian from the nether. He met mark one day when mark went to the nether(before he became a warden) and Cesar wound up going back to the overworld with him. The two were quickly friends and when mark died he returned to the nether till sarah came and brought him back.

Jonah and Adam- Adam is an Endarian from the end (he’s a prince gabriel is the ender dragon) under UV light he has blue markings. One day he wound up in the over world unable to leave. When he started wondering he came across a dark brown and grey Fox which turned out to be jonah. Adam would try to go somewhere else to try and get home and Jonah would follow which eventually led to them becoming friends. Jonah was abandoned to wonder alone most foxes ignore him due to his odd color scheme

Sorry if this doesn’t fully answer it or make sense but this is those aus

[cadavre-keep]

a collective of original characters in historical/historical fantasy, horror, or sci-fi settings paired with canon muses. indie. semi-selective. 『 jacinth. twenty-nine. she/her. cst. 』

rules. muses. wanted connections. starters.

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄. yubaba, spirited away ( seo yea-ji ). violaine, original character poltergeist ( laura harrier ). jericho carins, original character witch ( sofia boutella ). elizabeth lavenza, frankenstein/the dark descent of elizabeth frankenstein ( sarah gadon ).

𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

daphne, greek mythology ( benedetta gargari ). emily, corpse bride. unseelie faerie au ( tati gabrielle ) chloe, the last witch hunter ( rose leslie ).

[type40thiefoflight]

In honor of whatever the heck that sad excuse of a finale was, here’s a list of all the things I wish had/hadn’t happened over the course of the series:

Elaboration the Bloody Mary plot-line. Dean’s eyes bled when she appeared, meaning he felt guilty over someone’s death, but we never got to see whose.

Remember the one and only time they used “Christo” to identify a demon? Why didn’t they keep that up?

Rendering three of the horsemen powerless. Did they get replaced after Dean took their rings or are they still around and just less powerful?

Dean making Castiel erase Lisa’s and Ben’s memories.

Ben is Dean’s son and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Dean finally got the amulet back after Chuck appeared to him and Sam as God. Why didn’t he start wearing it again?

Chuck should have started out as a normal prophet that eventually became God’s vessel. This would explain his total behavioral shift from mousey to  arrogant and cocky. I think the possession would have happened after Raphael destroyed him and Castiel. Did Raphael really strike you as the kind of guy to have mercy on a human, even if he was a prophet of the lord? Chuck didn’t miraculously survive the attack. He was wiped out like Castiel was and God reconstructed his body like he did with Castiel in Stull Cemetery, then took Chuck’s place.

People who shouldn’t have been introduced/brought back:

The Campbells. The whole point is that it’s just the brothers and Castiel against the world. Sometimes their friends are there. We already knew from the flashback that Mary’s family behaved similarly to how John got after her death. There didn’t need to be more of that.

Bobby Singer. He died for Sam and Dean and even in death they still dragged him into their problems. Let the man rest already.

Gavin MacLeod: Didn’t need to be there. He showed up as a ghost once and his story-line seemed pointless.

Mary Winchester. Her story-line ended when she, as a ghost, sacrificed herself to fight off a poltergeist terrorizing the Winchesters’ old house.

Lucifer. His characterization post-Hallucifer was completely different and felt like watching a totally different character.

John Winchester: Should have stayed in Hell. He was an abusive father and didn’t deserve the reunion brought on by Dean wishing on the pearl.

People who should have been brought back/shouldn’t have died at all:

Bela Talbot: She wasn’t the nicest but she didn’t deserve that, Dean.

Ash: Just because his name is Ash doesn’t mean he had to become it.

Pamela Barnes: Cool characters with cool powers and actual personalities aren’t allowed to live.

Ellen and Jo Harvelle: Fans were so mean they got killed off to protect them from potential future bad writing and hate.

Balthazar: I really don’t remember why Castiel killed him but I liked him.

Rufus Turner: Did Bobby really have to get possessed by the Khan worm?

Bobby Singer: Couldn’t they have parked that van a little closer so he could have time to close the van door?

Amy Pond: Needing extra fresh food (human organs) for her sick son isn’t a good reason to kill her, Dean. It was a one-time thing.

Emma: Why couldn’t they have taken more time talking her down and gotten her away from the Amazonians? Sam, that is your NIECE!

Charlie Bradbury: Burying your gays isn’t cool, you guys.

Benny Lafite: Dean or Benny could have used dream root to contact Sam or Bobby and tell them the way out.

Kevin Tran: The whole Gadreel thing was dumb anyway but did he really think killing one human would impress Metatron?

Linda Tran: Not dead, just disappeared. What happened to her?

Krissy Chambers: Also not dead, but where did she go?

Tessa the reaper: Since when are reapers angels? There’s a specific way to kill them and it’s not angel blades.

Death: If Gabriel’s smart enough not to let someone get a hold of his real weapon then the horseman of death certainly is.

Gabriel: There’s no way he’s really dead. His second death was exactly like the first one and I believe Lucifer knew that when he saw AU Michael “kill” him. He waited until the coast was clear then got away.

Meg: Lead characters’ romantic interests aren’t allowed to live I guess.

Joshua: He and the Garden of Eden should have played a bigger role, maybe when they had to deal with Eve in season 6.

Crowley: They should have found another way to complete the ritual. Actually, weren’t they by a lake? They could have just stabbed a fish.

Missouri Moseley: Stop bringing back cool characters just to immediately kill them off.

Rowena MacLeod: Terrible mother, wonderful character.

Donatello Redfield: Not dead, just vanished. Where did he go?

Amara: Not really “killed” but absorbed even though that didn’t really give Chuck as much of a power boost as it should have. Adam Milligan: You’ll move Heaven and Hell for Sam but forget about your other brother? I get you’re jealous that he had a real relationship with John, but come on Dean.

Michael: The relationship between him and Adam was cool and I wanted to see it expanded on.

Donna Hanscum and Eileen Leahy: I would have liked confirmation that they were brought back when Jack reversed Chuck’s Thanos snap.

Castiel: I repeat: burying your gays bisexuals isn’t cool. (I say bisexual because remember Meg?)

Dean: His Mystery Spot deaths were sadder than that. For the third time: Burying Your Gays Bisexuals Isn’t Cool.

[drkcnry67]

i've made my decision

A/N: this is gonna be a little rocky, but here it goes... i haven't really had the legs this year for writing since the loss of my niece at the end of february. but i hope to push through and finish the year strong with many stories pushed out for you all.

title: i've made my decision

pairing: gabriel x reader

fluff: guardian angel au

h&h: gabriel

rating: pg

tags: not sure if there are any i guess we will find out.

written for @spnfluffbingo @heavenandhellbingo @sweetness47

summery: not telling

For many years now, since the battle with the trickster you had felt strange, like something was wrong. Like something was not right… for each hunt after that final day was like you werent coming out of the battle as banged up as your brothers.

One day arriving back at the bunker after a bit of trouble with some ghouls, werewolves, vamps and a very very nasty poltergeist, you were unloading most of the stuf from the impala but you were not sure how much you would be hurt but you honestly felt fine.

Meanwhile your brothers were putting their shoulders back and readjusting their ribs, you walked into the room barely scathed…

Dean: kiddo, how is it that you have not been scathed or hurt at all during the hunts of late, ever since we killed the trickster you have not been hurt at all if so its barely any pain or blood. Someone upstairs must really like you if you are coming out of every hunt pretty much scott free.

You bring beers from the fridge as you crack yours open and take a swig…

Yn: ya i know its strange i feel like maybe its a guardian angel or something but as has been proven angels are dicks, we have seen this time and time again.. Bro why would one of them protect me…

Sam: guardian angels are not uncommon… i mean think about it, we hear lots of reports of people fellow hunters who come out of hunts pretty much like you kiddo, except they blame it on just their bad skills, you on the other hand, are a fantastic hunter, still kinda new mean look at us we are well how do i put this, we are good but every hunter comes back with at least a few battle wounds. You are coming back with almost nothing to show for your efforts. So either you have some sort of hidden power or someone upstairs has a thing for keeping you safe.

You simply shrugged and wanted so badly to tell your brothers about the message on the bathroom mirror the other morning but that would just make them more paranoid about things than they already were.

But after a few moments of silence you went to your room to take a shower. You washed off the dirt from the ground, you went over every inch of your skin and searched for cut, bruises, or painful areas, nothing, not even a bruise. You got out of the shower and went back into your room only to discover a bright light, you screamed as it engulfed you.

In your robe you land on a floor in a white room. This room you see guards of some kind with swords and then as your eyes adjust a bit more to all the shinyness you realize that everyone around you has wings.

Yn: i demand that whoever is in charge of this charade puts me back in my room where i belong or so help me i will strike you down.

Michael and gabriel are standing on the other side of a wall, watching you. Michael slaps gabriel upside the head

Michael: are you out of your damn mind brother what is the meaning of bringing her here.

Gabriel: cause it will make explaining to you what i have decided to do with my life alot easier if you see for yourself.

Michael stands there and listens to his brother speak for he knows that it must be a good reason for his brother to defy the law.

Gabriel: brother, you once told me that i had to decide whether or not i wanted to guard her from up here or on earth as her love… you know as well as i do that every single damn relationship this girl has ever had has turned to rubbish. And not of my doing by the way its just how father had ordained it. He wrote it in the book im supposed to be with her as more than just her guardian angel, but instead as the love of her life. Ive made my decision, i choose to live my life with yn on earth, let me keep my wings and my healing abilities, it will be alot easier when i dont have to worry alot about her. And dont worry too much brother, you and i have always had a soft spot for the humans, the hunters, the regular people, i mean look at castiel he made the choice he has been hunting with those winchester boys for how long now… a while… a long while. So please brother, respect my decision and send me down to earth so i may live my new life with her by my side.

Michael looked at his brother shocked but respectfully nodded his head, you were once more engulfed in a ball of bright light again. You were not sure about alot of what just happened, but you landed back in your room, your brothers voices shouting through the bunker, but they heard you land on your bed. They came rushing into the door.

Dean: what the hell kiddo, we heard…

Yn: ya umm, can you hand me the dress from my chair i think something is coming…

Dean tosses you the dress and turns his gaze.

Dean: what do you mean something is coming

Yn: i mean i cant explain it but something is about to happen. I was engulfed in a white light, i saw guards they had wings, they were huge muscular men, but bro i felt something, something i havent felt since… well for a few years now. Since the mystery spot, the trickster…

Dean: you arent serious… yn listen to me okay that douche bag wanted to kill us…

You ran passed him through the hall, up the stairs and out the door of the bunker, your brothers hot on your tail.

You stood outside with your brother's behind you in time to see 2 white lights falling from the sky…

The light cleared to reveal 2 figures, male and good looking with wings standing before you all… your brother's drew their guns and watched you just stand there in awe.

Michael: peace brother's Winchester… I'm Michael and this is Gabriel or I believe you would know him as the trickster. It's a honor to meet the heroes who stoped the apocalypse. Though it's not been an easy life for any of you, you all got through. Now yn I have a gift for thee. In Gods book you and my brother Gabriel here are destined to be together. A few years back you "slayed" my brother… what you did was a test of luck. Though you didn't want to slay him, you knew he had to be killed. But he has been in heaven watching over you protecting you from harm and keeping you safe. It's been my honor watching him grow more and more passionate about you. Which is why today I release him to a life on earth with you. He is still your guardian angel should that be needed but brother here you go the normal life you always wished you could have. I wish you all luck with future endeavors hunts and such things. Yn, brother we up in heaven are watching out for you both always.

You all watched as Michael backed up and flew back into the sky. Your brother's stood in awe… Gabriel and you moved closer and closer.

Gabriel: sorry about the white light before I didn't think about how it would make you feel.

Yn: it's ok, at least I got to see heaven briefly. Gabriel I believe you already know my brother's, Sam and Dean… come let's go inside and you can tell me all about what you would like from this…

Before you could continue your speech, Gabriel cupped your cheeks and kissed your lips..

Gabriel: anyone ever tell you that you are cute when your nervous

Yn: nervous you think I'm nervous I mean I am but I am just naturally…

He kissed you again and this time he dipped you as well…

Yn: ok I get the hint. Brother's we have work to do…

You took Gabriel's hand and all walked into the bunker. The next bit of the tale is for another time…

~to be continued~

[harugakou]

Miraculous Ghost Hunt AU

Drawing based off here

Spoilers for those who haven’t read the manga/novel below:

Okay, hear me out. I love Ghost Hunt and I think Felix and Adrien match as Naru/Oliver and Gene respectively. Then Marinette is Mai. Endgame is Felinette, since you know, Gene/Adrien is already dead in this

Other stuff I thought of:

Felix Culpa goes to France and creates PPR (Paris Psychic Research). 

Felix bumps into Marinette when he was doing a job for Collège Françoise Dupont. Marinette broke one of his infrared cameras due to her clumsiness, so she ends up working for Felix.

Marinette sometimes calls him “ Fé”, which surprises Felix.

Despite his cold nature, Felix can show he cares about Marinette, as well as the other people in his team.

“Mari, make me coffee”

“Coming right up, Chat Noir” (a nickname she thought of as Felix always wears black, and has the personality of a cat)

Lin = Gorilla (Or Kim, but Kim doesn’t fit the silent type personality) doesn’t like Marinette at first because he ‘hates’ those with Chinese lineage because of some traumatic past. He warms up to her eventually. He can summon shikigami to protect Felix. Also very concerned when Felix uses his PK as it can severely damage the body.

Most of PPR’s jobs involve specters/poltergeists in the fashion industry. Clothes possession occurs a lot. There are also major cases with really creepy historical ghosts/urban legends.

During some cases, Marinette dreams of a kind, green-eyed Felix. That’s when she starts falling for him.

It is discovered later that Felix is actually Felix Agreste, a famous psychic researcher from England. “Culpa” was just a fake name.

Felix and Adrien are twin sons of Gabriel Agreste, the head of Papillon Psychic Research in England. Both of them have considerable psychic powers, Felix possessing destructive PK and psychometry, while Adrien was a perfect medium.

Felix and Adrien were opposites, the former being glum and reserved, while the other bright and friendly. 

Adrien calls him “ Fé”. They are close, but Felix is a bit uncomfortable with his sunshine twin.

Felix went to France to search for Adrien, who went missing a few months ago after a trip to France. Adrien was a victim of hit and run (female culprit, could be Lila) and his body was thrown in some body of water

Marinette discovers that dream Felix was actually Adrien’s spirit.This creates a conflict later when she goes through with her confession. [Felix: Who do you like, me or Adrien?]

Things I’m unsure of:

if Miraculous/Kwami exist. They could be possible sources of the supernatural. The Black Cat’s Power was split evenly between the twins, so whenever Felix uses powerful PK when Adrien was around, it doesn’t strain his body much. Marinette unknowingly holds the Ladybug’s power and possesses psychic abilities (astral projection, prophetic/spiritual dreams, talking to spirits). She doesn’t know how to properly use it though.

main antagonist. Since there will be no Hawkmoth or anything (maybe), they just do cases (while Felix searches for Adrien). Another possibility is some person is causing all these supernatural stuff (akuma) and may be involved in Adrien’s death since the latter was so close to finding out who s/he is. Need more ideas.

who to cast as Bou-san, Ayako, and John (Quantic Kids are good possible choices). I see Kagami as Masako (Chloe is also possible) and maybe Luka as Yasuhara.

[fanfic-scribbles]

Tie a Yellow Ribbon For Me

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Roses are red, Violets are blue, Even death can’t keep him From finding his way back to you.

Quick facts: Romance – [established] Gabriel/Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Angst-ish with a happy ending, many flashbacks handle it, use of ‘sugar’ as a term of endearment for a gender-neutral reader

Prompt: Written for @gabriel-monthly-challenge​’s February prompt: Spin the Wheel. I landed on “A Dozen Red Roses”. Tagging @archangelgabriellives, @archangel-with-a-shotgun , @archangelsanonymous, @ttttrickster, @warlockwriter, and @revwinchester.

Words: 2459

Special Context Note: For people who might not know: “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree” was a popular song in the seventies (I think?) performed by Dawn feat. Tony Orlando (I do recommend it; it’s a good song). It’s told from the perspective of a man writing to his lover after having been away for a few years. He tells her that if she wants him still, she can tie a yellow ribbon around a certain tree and he’ll come home, but if he doesn’t see it, he’ll assume she doesn’t want him back and he’ll keep going and never bother her again.

A/N: That summary is a little more sinister than I intended. Sorry, no dark!Gabriel here. Or “The Crow” AU. (Though hm, that’s a possible idea.) This is kind of an alt S5 post-“Hammer of the Gods” where Gabriel doesn’t go to Loki et al. This is sort of similar in premise to some other stuff I’ve written so I apologize to the people who follow me. Ironically, despite the title, this story was actually written to repeat listening of “11 Minutes” by Halsey and Yungblud feat Travis Barker ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Please enjoy! (PS: In case my formatting gets fucked up, flashbacks are encompassed by tildes (~).)

   You feel like you’ve gotten used to the silence.

Sure, you had periods of it before– spending 24/7 with a sometimes-manic archangel is a pre-requisite for madness– but those quiet moments without him had always felt like in-betweens. Small breaks, or minor reprieves, sometimes purposefully taken, and sometimes just waiting. Gabriel could have popped in at any moment.

Now he can’t.

You can say you’re mostly okay now. Mostly. You’ve lost before and you’ll lose again. It’s the nature of things, just being in the world as it is. Being a hunter in it means you’ll do it over and over and over again.

It doesn’t make it ache any less.

But you’re still going, because it’s what you’ve always done and it’s what you’ll always do. Right now you’re on your way to a small desert town that seems convinced it’s living out the movie “Tremors,” and going by the reports, you can see why. You feel a smile creep onto your lips. Gabriel would have found it funny.

~

“Have you been terrorizing a small city in Wisconsin in your spare time?” you ask and flick Gabriel with your big toe.

“Ooo, Wisconsin. Sounds like a party,” Gabriel says out loud, but the look he gives you asks, ‘Really?’ and he holds out a piece of whatever candy he’s focused on now. You trade him for the paper and take a bite while he skims the story.

He snorts and tosses it down. “Amateur. Credit for style though; there’s worse you could do than a Mel Brooks homage.”

You roll your eyes and finish swallowing. “I’m sure the three victims would agree with you, if they could.” You fold up the newspaper and set it aside from the massive stack of other regional papers that Gabriel had whined about, and yet gotten for you anyway. “I’ll head out tomorrow.”

“So you’re done working now?” Gabriel asks. He sits up and puts a piece of chocolate between his teeth, makes sure half of it is sticking out, and waggles his eyebrows.

You laugh and lean forward, bracing yourself with your hands as you stretch to meet his mouth with yours. Just as you’re about to gently bite on the chocolate, it vanishes, and Gabriel slips his tongue into your mouth instead.

Once you’ve had your fill of each other (for the moment) you can’t help how big you smile. “You’re so cheesy sometimes.”

He grins. “Sugar, you have no idea.”

~

You need a shower.

Badly.

You don’t feel the slime as much as you did when the constructs first exploded, but you don’t count that as a good thing, because it’s still there and you keep getting reminded of that whenever you shift. The day is dry and warm and a wind rushes across the desert landscape. When you step out of the car a strong gust blows past you and you shield your eyes until the air settles back to its steady pace. You get to your room and put your key in the lock when something catches your eye.

All down the sidewalk are cutouts in the concrete, just spaces of dirt that look like they’re supposed to be planters. Some of them have scattered cacti, but most are empty. Yours was empty, you're fairly certain, but now there’s a spindly long-stemmed something, being blown to the side and clinging to the dirt with nothing but tenacity. You kneel down to get a better look and–

it’s a rose.

Your breath catches in your throat. Not even a desert rose; a real, thorned rose, with petals that have obviously been sandblasted for a while and a thin stem that looks sickly.

But a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

~

There are flowers everywhere.

Gabriel really likes this place. He’s been here for a couple of months, and it shows; every day he’s seen you (almost every single day, as of late,) he’s given you flowers– a bouquet of twelve red roses. And, as you haven’t exactly had places to put them, he has graciously offered to ‘keep them somewhere safe.’

So of course there are dozens (of dozens) of roses scattered all around the room, still miraculously alive. Heavy emphasis on the miracle.

“You're the one who said I was cheesy,” Gabriel says and sits down, but puts his drink on the side table. Champagne, of course, and he’s even wearing a ridiculous red and black patterned robe. It’s a testament to how much you like him that you are not making fun of him right now.

But you can admit you do like the roses. The petals are soft and they smell nice. You look up from your bouquet to see Gabriel smiling at you. The softness of his expression throws you off and you hide the lower half of your face in the flowers. “Why always roses?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” His smile turns all trickster. “It’s just what they have at the grocery store.”

You hit him with the bouquet hard enough that he falls off the bed. Well, his mad laughter probably helped, but you’ll still take credit for it. Asshole.

~

Someday, sentiment is going to get you killed.

You pick the rose anyway.

The young couple currently having their first date is pretty cute. Now that you’re not annoyed by them blocking the door, you can appreciate the beginning a new relationship. And it’s going to be one; they’re both all soft smiles and longing glances and dumbstruck lovelorn expressions. One of them keeps fidgeting with their hands, and the other shifts an enormous bouquet from arm to arm. You note the roses, of course, but it’s made up of a lot of other flowers too. It’s very pretty– and must have cost a fortune. You smile. Explains the coffee date.

~

“You work too much.”

“You’re a needy guy, aren’t you?” you ask and glance up from the screen. “Five more minutes, Gabriel. Then I’m all yours.”

He huffs and flops onto the table, head in his arms and pouting and grumbling enough to draw attention. You roll your eyes and, while he’s distracted, kiss the crown of his head.

He stops grumbling. But the next time you take a sip of your drink it’s like shoving pure sugar down your throat and you choke.

His smile is almost as saccharine. “I just wanted to make it as sweet as you.”

You stare at him and calmly wipe your mouth. “Twenty minutes.”

He sputters in protest.

“I’ll knock it down to ten if you walk up to the counter, wait in line, and buy me a replacement. With money.”

He starts muttering again. But he gets up.

~

You look at your computer and think about actually trawling for hunts, but, well, your coffee cup is empty and who can be asked to work under such inhumane conditions? You hop off the stool and almost crunch a stray rose underfoot. It must have been dropped by the happy couple by the door. As you pick it up you wonder how you’re going to interject and give it back, but when you stand, they’re already gone.

You look back at the flower. It’s truly lovely; obviously well cared for (and not just shoved in a fridge at a grocery store, Gabriel). You smile at the thought of his indignance, and set the rose on the table. It would be a shame to let it get thrown out, so you’ll take care of it.

Even at the end of the world, there are still mundane monsters to kill. You’re leaving a very shaken family with one less poltergeist and a lifetime therapy to look forward to (at least they have a have a lifetime, now,) when the youngest daughter runs up to you and holds up a rose. “Here! This is for you.”

Though you thank her and take it, the mom echoes your concerns when she asks, “Honey where did you get that?”

“I found it,” the kid chirps, like that’s all you need to know.

It’s a real rose with almost no thorns and a yellow ribbon tied around the stem. That’s an odd thing to just find. But the house has settled and you figure you can burn this and stick around for a day or two, just in case. You thank the little girl again, bid goodbye to her sisters and parents, and as you go you start to tuck the flower away when you see a small embroidered symbol on the ribbon.

An Enochian symbol.

  As you speed away, you barely resist the urge to chuck that fucking flower out the window. You want to. But at the same time, you can’t bring yourself to do it.

Fucking asshole.

~

“I need to understand!”

Gabriel shoves you up against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but it does stun you– for a second. His grip is too light and his expression too conflicted for him to convince you what a ‘monster’ he is. “You’re not that kind of person,” you say and stare him down. “So why do you want me to think you are?”

Gabriel jerks, but you grab onto his jacket and yank him back in. “What are you so afraid of, Gabriel?” you whisper. “I’m the one thing in the universe you don’t have to fear.”

Gabriel leans in, close enough to kiss. Your eyes shut on instinct. Or maybe it’s Pavlovian.

“You're the one thing in the universe I have to fear the most.”

Air brushes past your lips, the pressure of his body releases, and you open your eyes to empty space.

~

He had come back within a day, as soon as you had asked, and said ‘I’m sorry’ in every conceivable way without ever saying it with his mouth. (Well, verbally, that is.) At the time, you figured it was fine.

And maybe it was. Now that you’ve had a few days to freak out, get your hopes up and down and all around, you feel a little calmer. You have the roses set aside and the ribbon spread out on the bed while you sit with your Enochian dictionary. Gabriel wouldn’t lead you along willy-nilly. You have faith (just a little) that this means something.

And if this does turn out to be some “Drink your Ovaltine” bullshit you are going to find out how to travel back in time so you can murder him with your own two hands.

It takes a while, but you find the word, and then use a few other dictionaries and translation sites to get it into English. You check it five times, in different ways, and then sit, chest swelling with hope that you’re not sure you can handle.

‘Healing.’

You want to believe, but a rough translation boiled down to its essential part can’t make you Mulder. You put the books away and lean back against the headboard, just trying to process, when something ‘thump!’s against your door. You grab your gun and stay alert as you check the outside area, but as far as you can see, there’s no one.

But there are three roses, piled neatly just in front of the door. You smile. Because really– you’re skeptical, but you’re not stupid. You pick them up and put the flowers to your face while you mind the thorns. You’re pretty good at that by now.

“Okay,” you say and nuzzle the petals. “I’ll wait.”

You find five more roses over the next couple of weeks in utterly random places. On your pillow. In a sewer. In your water glass after you turn away for a second. In the basket you grab at a grocery store. On your passenger seat. That last one makes you ache.

That night, when you open your book and find eight perfectly placed rose petals, you almost cry. Twelve roses. It’s always been a dozen, so that means he’s coming back, right? He doesn’t appear right away, but you go to bed hopeful.

Except he’s not there in the morning.

Or the afternoon.

Or the evening. Or…

It’s late on the third day of waiting and hope is fading fast. You hit your forehead on your steering wheel and whisper, “Where are you?” Did you misread things? Was this set up in advance? Did he mean for you to heal? Was someone messing with–

Your radio comes on without any prompting and you jolt up. You’re so busy trying to look for danger that you don’t recognize the song at first.

“–nt me, if you still want me Whoa tie a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree…”

You blink. You stop being afraid. And start being annoyed. “Are you fucking serious?”

But the song plays on, and the volume even gets jacked up. “A SIMPLE YELLOW RIBBON’S WHAT I NEED TO SET ME FREE–”

“Okay!” You turn the radio off and sit in silence for a few moments before you burst into tears and laughter both. “Fuck; you’re such an asshole,” you say, with wet eyes and a smile full of teeth.

You consider trying to track down a bonsai or some plastic palm tree, but you’ve waited long enough. Still, when you get back to your room you go through all the motions of getting ready to go to sleep. Once you’re actually sitting on the bed, you put the yellow ribbon to your wrist and manage to tie a messy bow.

You lie down, exhausted by days of constant, immense stress, and sigh. As you drift off to sleep you think, ‘I’m ready, Gabriel.

Come home.’

It happens without fanfare. You simply wake to an arm around your stomach, and a morning still dark.

“Hey,” you say, sleep-addled.

Gabriel chuckles. “Hey.”

You’ve never heard anything so beautiful, even as rough as his voice is. “You sound tired.”

“Yeah.” Gabriel presses closer to you. “Almost getting murdered by your own brother is pretty exhausting.”

“Hm.” That’s a conversation for later. Or never, depending on how stubborn Gabriel wants to be. Either way, not now. Not when you’ve got him back. You turn over and wrap yourself around him. “It’s okay,” you say. “Go to sleep. I’ve got you.”

He gives you a wry smile, but whatever snarky way you expect him to say ‘I don’t sleep’ doesn’t happen. He shuts his eyes, and you hold tight. “I’m glad you came back,” you say. “Even if I don’t have a hundred ribbons.”

He shifts with quiet laughter. “That’s all right.” He holds your wrist and places a kiss that straddles the ribbon and your skin. “I only need the one.”

[nerdasaurus1200]

So these evil kwami you mntioned before,the raven and the spider,are there more like them? are they exclusive enemies for the road trip AU? are there other kwami like them? If they don't inhabit miraculous,do they instead bind themselves to locations and objects,which are qhat inspired the urban legends and stories about evil spirts and poltergeists?

They’re not bound to anything or anyone. They are evil Gods locked away for good. Lila and Gabriel might set them free, but that’d be stupid for even them to do.

[ao3feed-gadreel]

The Opposite Of Love

by deansomega94

AU where only the non-corporeal nasties go bump in the night. Spirits Wraiths, Poltergeists, Demons, etc. No werewolves, vampires, etc. The Family Banes is alive and well and is actually the family Fox, Asa and Tasha got married. The had a second set of twins. John and Mary are still around and happily married. Our favorite angels are brothers and a cousin, and my favorite demon is good they all are human, but some are gifted. Cas is an empath and became a doctor. Meg is a nurse and also an empath. Gad is the cousin, he is slightly precognitive, he avoids his gifts and owns a traditional sports bar and grill, called Gadzooks. Ages have been adjusted as needed, home base has been moved to Louisiana from Kansas. Charlie&Ash are from St. Louis which is where our story takes place. Wish me luck this is my 2nd try!🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽

Words: 5554, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Opposite Of Love

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Charlie Bradbury, Ashlynn Maurika Bradbury, Chloe Natasha Bradbury, Ash, Pamela Barnes, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Gabriel, Castiel, Gadreel, Meg Masters #2, Benny Lafitte, Asa Fox, Tasha Banes Fox, Max Banes Fox, Cole Trenton, Ana Rodriguez (OFC), Alleanna Fox Bradbury(OFC), Maurice Fox(OMC), Sally Coffelt(OFC), Emma Trenton(OFC), Penelope Sandoval(OFC), Jo Harvelle, Mick Davies, Ellen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Zara Evanston(OFC), Lilyana Evanston(OFC), Nathaniel Evanston(OFC)

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury/Alleanna Fox(OFC), Ash/Pamela Barnes, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Asa Fox/Tasha Banes, Gabe/Max Banes Fox, Castiel/ Meg Masters, Gadreel/Benny Lafitte, Alicia Banes Fox/Cole Trenton, Jo Harvelle/Mick Davies, Bobby Singer/Ellen Harvelle, Maurice Fox (OMC))/Zara Evanston(OFC)

Additional Tags: Bottom Dean, Wincest - Freeform, Female on Female Rape and Battery and Abuse, fertility tincture given without consent, Gaslighting, Mental Torture, stalker from beyond the grave, murders to regain corporeal body, One child conceived normal way with help from a friend, the other conceived through astral thought form attack by accident

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3fn5vDX

[songedunenuitdete]

En ce jour de l’année si particulier où vivants et morts se côtoient le temps d’une nuit, où créatures et monstres sortent de leurs tanières pour vous glacer le sang et grappiller au passage quelques douces friandises qui fondent sous la langue et se coincent entre les crocs, l’équipe de Songe d’une Nuit d’été vous a concocté une sélection à mourir de peur…ou de rire, tout dépend de votre sensibilité, histoire de vous mettre dans l’ambiance. 

Incontournables ou nouveautés, découvrez ou redécouvrez vampires, zombies, loups-garous, sorcières et autres créatures étranges qui inspirent encore et toujours musique, littérature, cinéma, séries télé !

L’abus de sang humain et de caramels au beurre salé est dangereux pour la santé, à consommer avec modération. 

Dans la bibliothèque des Songeuses, à la lettre H comme Halloween, vous trouverez…

La collection complète des Chair de Poule de R. L. Stine (1995 – 2001) aux Editions Bayard

Résumé du tome 1 : Gabriel s’est perdu dans une pyramide. Sa cousine Sari, qui était dans la galerie devant lui, a mystérieusement disparu. Mais Gabriel a l’impression de ne pas être seul. Qui est là avec lui dans les ténèbres ? Peut-on troubler le repos millénaire de la prêtresse Khala sans courir de danger ?

La trilogie de Mortina de Barbara Cantini (2018 – 2019) aux éditions Albin Michel Jeunesse

Résumé du tome 1 : Mortina est une petite fille tout ce qu’il y a de plus convenable, mis à part le fait que c’est un zombie. Elle vit à la villa Décadente avec sa tante Trépassée et son lévrier albinos également mort-vivant, Touillette. Les amusements se font rares. Il faut dire qu’on ne peut pas tellement quitter la maison, à cause des villageois étriqués, prompts à sortir les fourches à leur approche… Jusqu’au jour d’Halloween, où profitant de la distraction de sa tante, Mortina rejoint une bande d’enfants pour faire du porte-à-porte. Chacun est déguisé et elle se fond dans le décor. Bient��t pourtant, Mortina n’aura plus qu’une solution pour garder son secret : le révéler ! À partir de 6 ans.

Chronique du tome 1 et du tome 2 par Zellena

Dans la même veine, retrouvez aussi la trilogie Amélia Fang de Laura Ellen Anderson éditée chez Casterman.

Scary Stories – Histoires effrayantes à raconter dans le noir d’Alvin Schwartz (2019) chez Castelmore

Des récits cultes qui ont marqué plusieurs générations aux États-Unis, bientôt en long-métrage adapté et produit par Guillermo del Toro  (9 août 2019 aux États-Unis) ! Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark  (Récits d’épouvantes à se raconter dans le noir) : un grand classique du fantastique, qui revisite le folklore américain et ses légendes urbaines les plus effrayantes, recueillies et adaptées par Alvin Schwartz à destination des jeunes lecteurs, et illustrées par le légendaire Stephen Gammell. Des histoires à partager le soir entre amis, pour se faire peur. Ou à lire seul, en tremblant sous sa couette  ! (Si vous l’osez…) Manifestations surnaturelles, histoires de vengeance, revenants, os dansants, épouvantails hantés et psychopathes en tout genre… Vos pires cauchemars vous attendent tous dans cet incroyable ouvrage à vous glacer le sang.

A voir : l’adaptation ciné sortie en 2019

Un homme pour Samhain de Jérôme Patalano, Vicky Saint-Ange, Aurelisa Mathilde, Camille Jedel (2019) chez Reines-Beaux

Que nos héros se fassent des frayeurs dans une maison hantée, qu’ils assistent à un vernissage un peu particulier au Louvre, qu’ils franchissent le voile entre les mondes ou bien qu’ils fassent tout pour éviter cette fête, une chose est sûre, rien ne sera plus pareil après Halloween. Petits paris effrayants, vœux machiavéliques et découvertes surnaturelles viendront ponctuer la fête des morts. Amis de longue date ou nouvelles connaissances… ils s’ouvriront à l’impossible et peut-être même à l’amour.

La chronique de Willelyone !

Les romans de Stephen King chez le Livre de Poche (pour les rééditions)

Résumé de Carrie : Carrie White, dix-sept ans, solitaire, timide et pas vraiment jolie, vit un calvaire : elle est victime du fanatisme religieux de sa mère et des moqueries incessantes de ses camarades de classe. Sans compter ce don, cet étrange pouvoir de déplacer les objets à distance, bien qu’elle le maîtrise encore avec difficulté… Un jour, cependant, la chance paraît lui sourire. Tommy Ross, le seul garçon qui semble la comprendre et l’aimer, l’invite au bal de printemps de l’école. Une marque d’attention qu’elle n’aurait jamais espérée, et peut-être même le signe d’un renouveau !

Chronique de Fin de ronde par Artemissia Chronique de Joyland par Artemissia

On pourrait citer aussi Ça, Simetierre, Shining, Docteur Sleep… et leurs adaptations ciné !

Coraline de Neil Gaiman (2019) chez Albin Michel

Coraline vient d’emménager dans une étrange maison et, comme ses parents n’ont pas le temps de s’occuper d’elle, elle décide d’explorer ce nouveau lieu. Ouvrant une porte condamnée, elle pénètre dans un appartement pratiquement identique au sien, où vivent ses « autres parents », copie conforme de ses vrais parents, mais qui ont des boutons cousus à la place des yeux. Aimables, séducteurs, ils veulent convaincre Coraline de rester pour toujours avec eux. La petite fille réussit à s’enfuir et à rentrer chez elle, mais découvre que ses vrais parents ont disparu. Elle retourne alors les sauver des griffes de ses « autres parents », aidée par un chat noir…

Chronique du roman par Zellena

Le film vaut également le détour !

Les incontournables Dracula de Bram Stoker, Frankenstein de Mary Shelley, Carmilla de Sheridan le Fanu…

Résumé de Dracula : Jonathan Marker, jeune et brillant clerc de notaire, se rend pour affaires dans les Carpates, où réside son client, le comte Dracula. Celui-ci se révèle un hôte chaleureux et prévenant, mais la curiosité incite Jonathan à pousser son exploration de l’immense château toujours un peu plus loin. A travers les lettres qu’il lui envoie presque chaque jour, Mina, sa jeune épouse restée à Londres, découvre qu’une effroyable réalité se tapit dans l’ombre de la légende…

A lire aussi Dracula l’Immortel de Dacre Stoker et Ian Holt.

A voir : les nombreuses adaptations de Dracula au cinéma

La saga Wicca de Cate Tiernam chez le Livre de Poche Jeunesse

Résumé du tome 1 : Morgan Rowlands est une adolescente comme les autres, dont la vie change le jour où Cal Blaire arrive au lycée. Beau, charmant et mystérieux, il est aussitôt adulé par toutes et tous. Lorsque Cal organise une soirée pour faire connaissance avec les autres élèves, le garçon leur explique qu’il pratique la Wicca. Cette forme de magie blanche est une religion ancestrale qui célèbre la nature. Morgan se trouve irrésistiblement attirée. Cal propose aux intéressés de se voir régulièrement pour continuer à pratiquer la Wicca. La jeune fille se prend de passion pour ces rendez-vous et suscite l’intérêt de Cal, qui voit en elle une possible sorcière.

Les Nouvelles Extraordinaires d’Edgar Allan Poe version manga (2019) parues chez Nobi Nobi

Une culpabilité obsédante… Une sombre histoire de vengeance… Un amoureux qui tombe dans la folie… Les horreurs de la peste… Une étrange maison aux lourds secrets… Autant de récits mystérieux, palpitants et inquiétants, parmi les meilleurs d’Edgar Allan Poe, l’un des plus grands précurseurs de la littérature fantastique. Un recueil de nouvelles à lire le soir, dans une pièce faiblement éclairée, les rideaux tirés, pour frissonner de plaisir !

Chronique du manga par Mady

A découvrir aussi chez Nobi Nobi, L’étrange Noël de Monsieur Jack version manga de Jun Asuka. 

La série de BD Zombillénium d’Arthur de Pins aux éditions Dupuis

Résumé du tome 1 : Francis von Bloodt, vampire de son état, gère en bon père de famille le parc d’attractions Zombillénium. On n’embauche pas n’importe qui, chez Zombillénium : les simples mortels n’ont qu’à passer leur chemin, ici on ne travaille qu’avec d’authentiques loups-garous, vampires et momies. C’est ce que va découvrir Aurélien, un homme au bout du rouleau, trompé par sa femme ; et qui va se retrouver embauché malgré lui dans cette étrange entreprise. Gretchen, sorcière stagiaire, va l’aider à faire ses premiers pas…

A voir, son adaptation ciné sortie en 2017

A découvrir aussi : Petit Vampire de Joann Sfar chez Delcourt, Tizombi de Christophe Cazenove chez Bamboo, Spooky et les contes de travers d’Elian Black’Mor et Carine-M chez Glénat.

  Pour vos marathons Cinéma, jetez donc un œil à notre sélection ! Frissons et rires garantis !

Hocus Pocus, les trois sorcières de Kenny Ortega (1993)

Halloween 1993 : Pour gagner le coeur de sa bien-aimée, Max Dennison, va, par bravade, allumer la bougie fatidique qui a le pouvoir de faire renaître les trois soeurs Sanderson Winifred, Sarah et Mary, les trois plus célèbres sorcières de Salem.

La franchise de films Halloween (1978 – 2018)

L’histoire se déroule dans la ville d’Haddonfield, dans l’Illinois. Le soir d’Halloween, Michael Myers, âgé de six ans, assassine sa sœur à coups de couteau de cuisine. Il est interné jusqu’à sa majorité pour ensuite être jugé. Cependant, à l’âge de vingt-et-un ans, alors qu’il est transféré pour son procès, il réussit à s’échapper, et prend la route de sa ville natale. Se produit alors une succession de meurtres. Son psychiatre, le docteur Loomis, se lance à sa poursuite.

A voir aussi : les franchises Vendredi 13, Scream, Poltergeist, Destination Finale, American Nightmare…

La filmographie de Tim Burton

Résumé de Beetlejuice : Un couple de jeunes mariés heureux, Adam et Barbara Maitland, vivent dans une superbe villa dans le Connecticut. Alors qu’ils sont en voiture, Barbara sort de la route en voulant éviter un chien et le véhicule plonge dans une rivière. Adam et Barbara rentrent chez eux mais s’aperçoivent vite qu’ils sont morts dans l’accident. Devenus des fantômes, ils ne peuvent quitter leur maison car ils se retrouvent alors dans une dimension effrayante peuplée de gigantesques vers de sables. Mais leur maison est vendue peu après à un couple de riches snobs new-yorkais, Charles et Delia Deetz, qui emménagent avec Lydia, une adolescente gothique fille de Charles et de sa première épouse. Les Deetz et leur décorateur Otho commencent à aménager la maison dans un style art moderne qui horrifie les Maitland. Junon, leur conseillère dans l’après-vie, les informe qu’ils doivent hanter leur maison pendant 125 ans et se débrouiller par eux-mêmes pour chasser ses occupants.

A voir aussi : Les Noces Funèbres, Sleepy Hollow, L’étrange noël de Monsieur Jack…

Dangereuse Alliance d’Andrew Fleming (1996)

Nancy, Bonnie et Rochelle sont trois étudiantes éprises d’ésotérisme qui pratiquent la magie. Les autres étudiants les considèrent comme des folles et des sorcières. Elles sont rejointes par une quatrième, Sarah, dotée de dons exceptionnels. Les quatre jeunes femmes vont former un cercle capable d’invoquer les plus puissants esprits et transformer leurs rêves en réalité. Jusqu’au jour où des rivalités apparaissent dans le petit groupe.

La série de films Chucky (1988 – 2019)

L’histoire se déroule autour de Charles Lee Ray, un tueur en série en cavale ayant des connaissances en vaudou. Traqué par la police dans un magasin de jouets et se sentant sans issue, il réalise une incantation afin de transférer son âme dans une poupée très populaire. Il arrive ainsi dans le foyer d’Andy Barclay qui le reçoit en cadeau pour son sixième anniversaire et à qui il révèle son secret. L’enfant étant la première personne à connaître ceci, il devient l’unique cible possible pour la poupée Chucky qui doit le tuer pour pouvoir transférer son âme dans le corps de ce dernier et retrouver une apparence humaine ou sinon il restera à vie une poupée. Chucky commence ainsi toute une série de meurtres pour se venger de ceux qui auraient causé sa fausse mort…

Silent Hill de Christophe Gans (2006)

Sharon, une petite fille adoptée de 10 ans, parle durant ses crises de somnambulisme d’un endroit nommé Silent Hill (qui se trouve en Virginie-Occidentale de même que l’orphelinat où Sharon fut adoptée). Après avoir découvert qu’il s’agit d’une ville fantôme, sa mère, Rose, décide contre l’avis de son mari Christopher, d’emmener sa fille à Silent Hill dans l’espoir de comprendre ce dont elle souffre et de la soigner.

Les deux films issus de la série La famille Addams (1991 & 1993) ainsi que les téléfilms et les séries

La Famille Addams : Alors que la famille Addams vit tranquillement dans son manoir, Tully Alford et Abigail Craven décident de faire main basse sur leur fortune. Pour cela, ils envoient chez les Addams le fils adoptif d’Abigail, Gordon Craven, en le faisant passer pour l’oncle Fétide, frère aîné de Gomez Addams, disparu vingt-cinq ans plus tôt. Son but est de découvrir l’accès à la crypte, l’endroit où est caché le trésor de la famille. Mais, au fur et à mesure que les jours passent, Gordon, alias Fétide, s’attache de plus en plus à la famille, négligeant ainsi sa mission prioritaire.

Les Valeurs de la famille Addams : Morticia et Gomez Addams sont les heureux parents d’un troisième enfant, baptisé Puberté. Mercredi et Pugsley, les deux aînés de la fratrie, voient d’un très mauvais œil l’arrivée de ce petit frère qui fait l’objet de toutes les attentions. En conséquence, ils décident d’un commun accord de le tuer, mais chacune de leurs tentatives se révèle vaine. Afin de mieux surveiller leurs enfants, Morticia et Gomez font appel à une baby-sitter. Débarque alors Debbie Jellinsky (surnommée « la veuve noire ») qui est réputée pour se marier avec des hommes riches et les tuer de manière que l’on croie à une mort accidentelle afin d’hériter de leur fortune. Cette charmante jeune femme prétend vouloir garder les enfants, mais en veut à la fortune de Fétide, frère de Gomez. Elle est rapidement démasquée par Mercredi, dont l’aversion envers la gouvernante se trouve alors justifiée. Afin d’écarter tout soupçon de Morticia et Gomez à son égard, Debbie fait envoyer Mercredi et Pugsley dans un camp d’été, avant de convoler en juste noce avec Fétide qui l’aime vraiment. Cependant, les deux enfants comptent bien s’échapper de leur camp de vacances pour sauver leur oncle, tandis que Fétide survit aux diverses tentatives d’assassinat de Debbie au grand désespoir de celle-ci..

La saga des zombies de Georges A. Romero (1968 – 2010)

Venus se recueillir sur la tombe d’un proche, Johnny et Barbara sont attaqués par un personnage inquiétant. Barbara voit Johnny se faire tuer.

The Crow d’Alex Proyas (1994)

Éric Draven, jeune guitariste de rock, et sa compagne Shelly Webster sont sauvagement assassinés, la veille de leur mariage, par un gang de criminels conduit par T-Bird. Éric assiste au viol et meurtre de sa fiancée avant d’être assassiné à son tour. Un an après leur mort, un mystérieux corbeau vient ressusciter Éric pour accomplir sa vengeance.

Sans un bruit de John Krasinski (2018)

L’histoire se déroule en 2020, dans un monde post-apocalyptique : les rares survivants vivent sous la menace de créatures très sensibles aux sons, et doivent ainsi demeurer dans le silence. Une famille du Midwest va devoir apprendre à lutter pour survivre, alors que la mère est sur le point d’accoucher.

Dans la catégorie Petit écran, les Songeuses ont sélectionné pour vous…

Buffy contre les Vampires de Joss Whedon (1997)

Buffy Summers, la tueuse de vampires en activité, vient d’emménager à Sunnydale avec sa mère et rencontre son nouvel observateur, Rupert Giles, le bibliothécaire du lycée. Cet établissement est situé sur la bouche de l’Enfer, ce qui attire en ville toutes sortes de créatures démoniaques. Buffy se lie d’amitié avec deux autres lycéens, Willow Rosenberg et Alexander Harris, et ensemble ils engagent la lutte contre le Maître, un très vieux et puissant vampire qui tente d’ouvrir la Bouche de l’Enfer. Ils sont aidés par le mystérieux Angel, qui se révèle plus tard être un vampire doté d’une âme, et Buffy finit par éliminer le Maître, non sans avoir elle-même été cliniquement morte durant quelques secondes.

Les Contes de la Crypte de William M. Gaines (1989)

Une anthologie d’histoires fantastiques présentées par le gardien de la crypte, une étrange créature, cadavre monstrueux et sardonique.

American Horror Story de Ryan Murphy et Brad Falchuk (2011)

A chaque saison, découvrez de nouveaux personnages, à des époques et dans des lieux différents, vivant des histoires étranges et horrifiques. La série fait référence à de nombreux faits divers, personnages historiques, films (notamment les classiques du fantastique et de l’horreur), légendes urbaines, histoires paranormales et mystérieuses – mêlant la peur, le déséquilibre psychologique, le gore, le sexe, les tabous de la société et le politiquement correct.

Chronique de la saison 2 : Asylum par Artemissia Chronique de la saison 7 : Cult

Fear Itself : Les Maîtres de la peur de Mick Garris, Richard Chizmar etJohnathon Schaech (2008)

Cette série est une anthologie d’histoires horrifiques.

The Haunting de Mike Flanagan (2018)

The Haunting est une série d’anthologie dans laquelle chaque saison est indépendante mais liée par leurs thèmes : la maison hantée et les fantômes.

La chronique de la saison 1 par Coleen Hill

Penny Dreadful de John Logan (2014)

Londres, 1891, une menace quasi invisible massacre la population. Vanessa Ives, une jeune femme aux pouvoirs puissants et hypnotiques, rencontre et propose à Ethan Chandler, un homme rebelle et violent, de s’allier à elle ainsi qu’à Sir Malcolm, un homme riche d’un certain âge aux ressources intarissables, pour combattre cette nouvelle menace. La série propose de revisiter tour à tour tous les contes et histoires d’horreur qui se lisaient à cette époque-là dans les revues (les fameuses Penny dreadful, nommées ainsi car elles coûtaient un penny et étaient effrayantes), intégrant les personnages, les créatures et les intrigues dans le Londres victorien.

Stranger Things des frères Duffer (2016)

L’intrigue s’étale sur plusieurs mois voire plusieurs années, entre 1983 et 1985. Un soir de novembre 1983 à Hawkins, dans l’Indiana, le jeune Will Byers, douze ans, disparaît brusquement sans laisser de traces, hormis son vélo. Plusieurs personnages vont alors tenter de le retrouver : sa mère Joyce, ses amis menés par Mike Wheeler et guidés par la mystérieuse Onze, une jeune fille ayant des pouvoirs psychiques, ainsi que le chef de la police Jim Hopper. Parallèlement, la ville est le théâtre de phénomènes surnaturels liés au Laboratoire national d’Hawkins, géré par le Département de l’Énergie des États-Unis(DoE) et indirectement la Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), dont les expériences dans le cadre du projet MKULTRA ne semblent pas étrangères à la disparition de Will.

Chronique de la saison 1

Typewriter de Sujoy Ghosh (2019)

À Goa, trois chasseurs de fantômes en herbe partent à l’exploration d’une vieille maison. Mais l’arrivée d’une nouvelle famille va réveiller les démons du passé.

Dark de Baran bo Odar (2017)

En 2019, le policier Ulrich Nielsen cherche désespérément son fils disparu, Mikkel, âgé de 12 ans. 33 ans plus tôt, en 1986, c’est son petit-frère Mads qui a disparu dans des circonstances tout aussi mystérieuses. Dans la ville de Winden, ce sont quatre familles, traumatisées par cette disparition, qui tentent de résoudre les mystères qui entourent la ville et sa région. Jonas Kahnwald est lui aussi marqué par cette affaire mais également par le suicide de son père. Il va tenter d’en savoir plus. Les investigations des policiers et de certains habitants vont mettre en lumière une histoire qui recommence tous les 33 ans. Des événements se déroulant en 1953, 1986 et 2019 sont étroitement liés.

La chronique de la saison 1 par Artemissia

Marianne de Samuel Bodin (2019)

Emma Larsimon est une écrivaine d’horreur renommée. Un jour, alors qu’elle est en promotion pour le chapitre final de sa saga sur Marianne, elle rencontre une de ses anciennes amies d’enfance qui lui fera des révélations étranges. Ses rêves d’horreur vont recommencer et son amie se suicidera devant ses yeux. Elle décide alors de partir pour son village d’enfance pour enquêter sur un phénomène paranormal qu’elle semble connaître.

La Forêt de l’Etrange de Patrick McHale et Amalia Levari (2014)

Cette série raconte l’histoire de deux frères, Greg et Wirt, qui se retrouvent perdus, à la dérive du temps dans une étrange forêt appelée l’Inconnu. Espérant trouver le chemin du retour, Wirt et Greg sont forcés d’errer dans ce lieu étrange, aidés par un ancien bûcheron sage et Béatrice, un petit oiseau bleu.

  Il est temps de conclure cet article… en MUSIQUE !

    L’équipe de Songe d’une nuit d’été vous souhaite un Joyeux Halloween !!

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HEREDITARY (2018) Le phénomène du moment, c’est HEREDITARY: ce premier film du réalisateur Ari Aster est-il toutefois à la hauteur de sa réputation? La réponse est OUI, en dépit de l’argument le moins valable et pourtant le plus répandu: la trouille. HEREDITARY effraie, certes, quand il n’excelle pas dans le domaine: aux antipodes d’un found-footage blindé de jumpscares, le long-métrage impose le respect quant à son approche à la fois esthétique et ambiante de son histoire. C’est bien un “film d’horreur”, mais pas seulement: le premier acte de HEREDITARY va nous familiariser avec les Graham, commençant doucement mais surement par des drames, qui vont s’intensifier pour devenir de vraies blessures, Ari Aster va glisser, après la mort d’un des membres -la seconde-, vers le fantastique. Lugubre, sombre, HEREDITARY se dévoile, avec un soin de l’angle de vue -et encore une fois de l’ambiance- qu’un THE WITCH (2015) n’aurait pas renié, par exemple: et sans atteindre les pics de stress de MOTHER! (2017), le film nous offre rien de moins que ses lettres de noblesse à l’Angoisse. Au-delà de la perte d’un être cher, la famille Graham va découvrir le sombre héritage de sa matriarche, inquiétant de par les activités étranges qui vont avoir lieu dans leur vie: HEREDITARY est un exemple de maîtrise, alliant narration et visuel, qui nous cloue sur notre siège. Sans être forcément empathiques, les personnages sont pourtant très développés, grâce à un acting général très concerné -Toni Collette, la mère, est incroyable dans son interprétation, grosse performance, et l’”ancien” Gabriel Byrne plus que convaincant dans son rôle-: de plus, l’agencement des étages émotionnels est impeccable, allant crescendo jusqu’à son final mystique et morbide. En repensant à HEREDITARY, on réalise qu’il comporte quelques séquence tout juste cultes, identifiant le film dans une originalité à laquelle on ne s’attendait pas: un plan de la maison en plein jour, un claquement de doigts qui fait office de transition sur le même plan, mais de nuit; ou alors une immolation inattendue, un accident routier violent, ou pire -ce cadavre décapité qui flotte dans le jardin! Et ne parlons pas de la possédée qui se cogne la tête contre la trappe du grenier, littéralement agenouillée... sur le plafond. Le mastering son de HEREDITARY est également à retenir, à l’image de ce claquement de langue -un rapport avec un des personnages importants- survenant au moment opportun, nous donnant l’alerte d’un danger inexplicable. Piochant là où il faut avec ses thématiques -deuil, somnambulisme, spiritisme, liens familiaux-, HEREDITARY est presque “Kubrickien” -imaginez si il avait fait POLTERGEIST (1982), non pas par similarité mais par sa forme “de luxe”: plus de deux heures auxquelles on n’a rien à reprocher, tant le film est intéressant techniquement qu’artistiquement parlant. Un long-métrage fantastique “réaliste”, poids lourd 2018 de la catégorie “angoisse”, nous dévorant de son ombre et révélant les flammes infernales une fois happés par se couleurs chatoyantes. Très puissant, et qui donne envie d’être revu au plus vite. ALL IN THE FAMILY /20

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Sleeping beauty: a twisted supernatural fairytale

A/n: this is for 4 different bingo challenges... hope people like this one! Show it some love if you loved it.

Title: sleeping beauty: a twisted supernatural fairytale

Pairing: dean x reader

Spn Dark sq: free space (shadow/fear demon)

Share the love bingo sq: sleeping beauty

Fluff sq: soulmate AU

H&H sq: Gabriel

Rating: pg-13

summery: not telling

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Once upon a time in a kingdom oh so far away lived a king & his fair queen. for many years they had longed for a child & finally their wish was granted.

a daughter born to them whom they called YN. for they named her after the dawn for she filled their hearts with sunshine. a great holiday planned to honor the princess for the entire kingdom rejoiced at her birth.

as more people graced the party, the party got stronger. amongst those to arrive were King John & his son Prince Dean. fondly had these monarchs dreamed that one day their kingdoms unite.

thus that day they announced Dean, John’s son and Heir to Castiel’s daughter be betrothed. so to her his gift he brought as he looked unkowing on his future bride.

Page: their most honored and exalted excellencies, the 3 good fairies. Mistress Claire, Mistress Jo & mistress Alex...

the 3 fairies approached, now addressing Castiel and his queen.

Fairies: your majesties!

in courtly fashion they all curtsied.

Claire: each of us the child may bless with a single gift, no more no less.

claire approached the craddle, with a wave of her wand she spoke these words.

Claire: little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty...

~one gift, beauty rare. full of sunshine in her hair. lips that shame the red red rose. she’ll wake with springtime wherever she goes.~

Jo was next to approach the craddle, with a wave of her wand she spoke these words.

Jo: tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song.

~one gift, the gift of song. melody her whole life long. the nightingale’s her troubadour. bringing her sweet serenade to her door.~

Alex stepped up to the craddle, she walked and raised her want tostart her speech but something soon would disrupt her wish.

Alex: “sweet princess, my gift shall be...

a gust of wind blows blazing through the castle doors, they swing wide open. with wind and thunder crashing through, in a blaze of fire in the middle of the crowd appeared Rowena.

Claire, jo and Alex all in states of shock at the sight of Rowena who speaks now.

Rowena: well quite the glittering assemblage King Castiel. Royalty, nobility, the gentry and how quaint even the rebel.

alex tries to fly towards Rowena but is held back by Claire.

Rowena: i really felt quite distressed at not recieving an invitation

Alex now more than a little peaved speaks.

Alex: you weren’t wanted.

Rowena: not wa...? oh dear, what an awkward situation. i had hoped it was merely due to some oversight. well in that event i’d best be on my way. 

queen: and your not offended your excellency?

Rowena: why no your majesty. and to show i bear no ill will i too shall bestwo a gift on the child. 

the fairies back up to protect the craddle. 

rowena: listen well all of you! the princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. but, before the sun sets on her 16th birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel & die.

queen: oh no!

queen takes her child in her arms as rowena maniacly laughing...

castiel: seize that creature!

rowena: stand back you fools!

in a flash of fire and lightning as well as laughter rowena disappeared!

Claire: dont despair your majesties, Alex still has her gift to give.

Castiel: then she can undo this fearful curse?

Alex: oh no sire.

Jo: Rowena’s powers are far too great.

Claire: but she can help.

Alex: but...

Jo: just do your best dear!

Claire: yes...

Alex rolls up her sleeves and proceeds to speak her part.

Alex: sweet princess, if through this wicked witches trick a spindle should your finger prick, a ray of hope there still maybe in this, the gift i give to thee. not in death, but just in sleep the fateful prophecy shall keep, and from thy slumber thee shall wake when true loves kiss the spell shall break.

~for true love conquers all~

but castiel still fearful of his daughter’s life, did then and there decre that every spinning wheel on that very day be burnt. so it was done!

~this is the first jump out of fairytale reality and into our own reality where dean is picking up watching this classic fairytale & trying to get some shudeye.~

dean: if i have one more flippin’ dream about this movie im gonna kill someone.

sam: dont worry about it Dean, its not gonna get better with you yelling & screamin’... now try to get some sleep! we have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow!

Dean: yeah your right.

Dean throws his headphones on again trying to coax himself into a relaxing sleep. which Gabriel  had set so Dean would not wake from his sleep till the story would finish, then his destined quest would begin.

Gabriel: sweet dreams Dean. you have a really rude awakening ahead of you... everything you know is about to change...

gabriel casts his curse & leaves dean to his tormented slumber that which awaits him.

~jump back into the story, where we find the 3 fairies talking with Castiel and the queen~

Claire: your majesty please consider this a kind of protection detail, this will allow your sweet YN to grow up in peace without the worry of her pricking her finger when her 16th birthday hath fully passed your sweet YN will be returned to you. to ensure the curse does not come true.

queen: you 3 have always been here even when we havent always honored it, we do so appreciate your loyalty and protection. this has surely been a trying day for us and we are honored to have you 3 commited to helping us protect our daughter.

Castiel:  and it is on our honor that, you 3 shall go with our blessing. please be careful & guard our child well...

many hours later after dark, the king and his queen watched with heavy hearts as thier most precious possesssion their only child disappeared into the night..

many sad and lonely years passed for King Castiel and his peopple. but as the time for the pincess’ 16th birthday drew near, the entire kingdom began to rejoice. for everyone knew that as long as rowena’s domain, the forbidden mountains, thundered with her wrath and frustration her evil prophecy had not yet been fullfilled. 

rowena yells at her incompetant servents, they encur her wrath. rowena sends out her own raven to search for the princess. 

and so for 16 long years, dean had been learning how to live life as a prince. while the wereabouts of the princess remained a secret, the faires carried out their long laid planes living like mortals.

the fairies send Yn to collect some berries while they argue about the kind of last birrthday party they wish to give her, the dress color the cake and the cleaning something extra special for their last night as her guardians.

YN decides to stop in the glen... she feels like something is wrong thats when your real self breaks through... 

YN: omg what am i doing in here? 

as you keep singing you try to remember wht happened to put you in here. sure was your fave movie but it was not how you wanted to live.

Dean was riding Chuck the horse, the scene still happens the singing in the glade, dean hearing your singing following the animals that are stealing his cape, boots and hat. 

your still singing by yourself but now kinda talking to the animals. after that kind of normal conversation you notice that some of your animal friends have come back dressed as a prince. you started singing and continued to dance with your animal friends, but thats when Dean had snuck up and hid in the bush, he waited for his oportune moment.

YN: but if i know you, i know what you’ll do, you’ll love me at once... the way you did...

thats when your vocals were interrupted by another voice to complete your song.

Dean: once upon a dream.

though it wasnt exactly ideal, your hands interacting, it felt more real than you had this entire time. waltzing through the glade by the lake, made your real self shine through. Dean could feel his real self shine through as well.

Dean: are you real?

that question made you look at him instantly. another person whose not really the character he is pretending to be.

YN: you’re real... your an actual person, not just a fairytale character?

Dean: yes, i’m real, what’s your name?

YN: YN, outside this ever turning story book fairytale movie thing im a hunter.... this story just keeps repeating itself everytime someone watches this movie. i have no idea what the hell put me into this neverending storybook. im annoyed greatly but strange thing is i can’t feel any connection right now to my actual body...

Dean: im a hunter as well. my name is Dean. i hunt everything that goes bump in the night from ghosts to demons and everything in between. i am also not sure how i got in here.

YN: your a hunter as well... i thought i was the only one.

Dean: whats the last thing you can remember before waking up here in the story?

YN: i was on a strange case, one thing made me think it was a werewolf. one thing made me think it was a ghost. one thing made me think it was a poltergeist. i remember walking out of my hotel room and that is it. nothing else after that. it sends shivers down my spine when i think of what may be going on with my actual body. how did you end up in here?

Dean: last thing i rememebr is turning on the movie to watch/listen too while i try to sleep. thats it... i have no fucking idea how i ended up in here. as to you saying that you can feel no connection to your physical body, something magical must be blocking the connection, but non-the-less i want to help you. i will finish the story so i can get out of here and find you. i will slay whatever i have to in order to free you, in the story and in reality. i will not rest till i rescue you.

you both continued on in the story, as they say it must continue or the end will not come. but it was nice for both of you to know that neither of you were alone. 

the 3 fairies gave you your birthday surprise and told you of your true heritage then whisked you away to the castle where they hid you; dean showed up at the cottage where Rowena prince-napped him; you are led away by rowena’s curse to prick your finger in a hidden tower room the 3 fairies find you laying you down in “your” room; then they put the kingdom to sleep till someone can wake their sweet YN. 

~meanwhile outside the story Sam is working with other people to figure out what happened to dean. Ellen, Jo and Bobby all were doing everything they could to help Sam figure out what happened to Dean.~

 Back in the story: many sleeping people but the fairies were trying to find out who the handsome stranger was that their sweet Yn had been talking about. they figured he might be their key to saving her. 

but soon it was claire who had been doing a round to make sure all of her section was asleep but it was John’s voice that caught her ear for he started talking about how he had spoken to Dean who had been raving about some pesent girl and how Dean had said he was gonna marry her and such. 

claire managed to suss out that it was Dean that Yn had met in the forest. the words she had heard from John that had firmed her suspicions were Peasent girl & once upon a dream...

claire flies back to Jo and Alex and speaks in raced tones of panic.

Claire: the young man that YN was talking about is Prince Dean. come on girls we have to get back to the cottage.

as fast as their wings could carry them, they rushed back to the cotage but alas were too late for all they found was Dean’s hat no Dean. they conclude that it must have been Rowena who has dean trapped in her forbiiden palace. their minds made up immediately, they had to go there.

Dean, the only one true person who is able to awaken their Sweet YN... they had to find him to save her. off they went no plan in hand just ‘winging’ it as they went, weaving their way through the grounds passed the guards... 

Rowena was in her throne room watching her lackys celebrate. to her raven she speaks.

Rowena: what a pitty prince Dean cant be here to enjoy the celebration. come my pet let us go to the dungeon and cheer him up...

the raven she was just talking too cawed at her as she got up and started walking towards the dungeon where she had been keeping dean.

~*reality jump!!! Dean is still unconcious while Sam is runnning around like a chicken with his head cut off trying to figure out what the hell happened to his brother*~

Sam: i don’t want lecutures. i want to know what happened to Dean.

Bobby: dont worry boy, dean is strong, he will pull through whatever is happening to him. do you have any theories?

Sam: im thinking maybe some sort of curse or something but no signs of any hex bags or nothing surrounding dean. there has to be something we are overlooking. some angle that we have missed.

~*back in the story, dean is stuck in the dungeon not even phased when rowena walks in the door.*~

Rowena: oh come now prince dean why so mellon colly. a wondrous future awaits you. you the destined hero of a charming fairytale come true.

the fairies arrive in the window hiding from the raven and rowena but witness what rowena depicts to Dean through her Staff.

Rowena: behold, king castiel’s castle &and in yonder top most tower, dreaming of her true love, the princess YN. but see the gracious whim of fate. why tis the same said peasent maid who won the heart of our noble prince the other day. she is indeed most wondrous fair. gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. in ageless sleep she finds repose. the years roll by, but a hundred years to a stead fast hear are ‘bout a day. and now, the gates of the dungeon part and our prince is free to go his way. off he rides on his noble steed. a valiant figure, straight & tall to wake his love with love’s first kiss & prove that true love conquers all...

Dean struggles against his chains, alex starts towards rowena but is held back by Claire as rowena brings her raven back onto her shoulder as they prepare to exit the dungeon she says one final thing in Deans presense.

Rowena: ah my pet let us leave our noble prince with these happy thoughts.

she exits the dungeon leaving Dean struggling against his bonds. the 3 fairies enter the cell using their magic to release dean from the chains and unlock the door. Dean starts towards the door but is stopped by Claire who proceeds to speak.

Claire: wait prince Dean, the road to true love may yet still be barred by much more dangers, which you alone shall have to face. so arm thyself with this enchanted shield of virtue, and this mighty sword of truth. for these weapons of righteousness shall triumph over evil. now come we must hurry.

out of the dungeon they went but rowena’s raven had stayed behind after rowena and the raven exited the dungeon. he started cawing at them, Dean was thinking this would be easy escape. but he was wrong. the raven was bringing an army of lackies downt he stairs to them. dean begins to fight them off.

Claire: quick Dean jump out the window.

Dean jumps out the same window as the fairies, but some rocks start falling towards Dean. Claire notices and speaks quickly.

Claire: Dean watch out!

Claire turns the rocks into bubbles. then a wall of arrows quickly turned into a wall of flying flowers, alex went down to free chuck. dean rides off on chuck towards the gate where hot oil is thrown, claire turns it into a rainbow.

the chase of a lifetime made alex proud as she chased that raven to the top of rowena’s tower & turned it to stone. this made rowena emerge, freshly woken from her sleep she goes to yell at her raven but discovers that her pet has been turned into stone. 

she watches from her balcony as the drawbridge is being raised, dean and the fairies are heading straight for it, the fairies help him make the jump. chuck keeps running, carrying Dean as quick possible, dodging rowena’s two spells that she has cast causing them to fail. 

in straight eye sight for Dean and the fairies is the castle, but before they can reach it Rowena makes her second last attempt to stop them.

Rowena: a forest of thorns shall be his tomb. born from the skies in a fog of doom. now go with a curse and serve me well. round Castiel’s castle cast my spell.

a black cloud appears over the castle, lightning striking the grounds around, thus causes icky thicky black thorns to grow in large bushes between Dean and the castle. 

Dean stops before them, drawing his sword he fights his way through the thorns this let him out just before the bridge to the castle. rowena seeing this appears before Dean in a firey blaze for her final attempt to stop them.

Rowena: now shall ye deal with me oh prince & all the powers of hell!

Dean and the fairies watch as Rowena using every ounce of power she had left to transform herself into a huge fire spying dragon. Dean begins what turns into a short-ish fight but retreats hastly reaching a wall he climbs high. 

our prince is now trapped on a cliff, another blaze of fire this causes Dean to loose his shield off the side of the cliff. Claire jo & alex bring their collective magic together near the prince they cast this on the sword.

Claire: now sword of truth fly swift and sure, that evil die & good endure.

dean throws the sword at the dragon piercing its heart. rowena lunges one final time but falls off a cliff to her downfall. dean is then lead down the cliff and to the castle, up to the tower where you lay in slumber waiting for this moment. Dean kneeling by your sleeping form placed a light kiss to your lips. 

you wake up just as time freezes. Dean helps you stand up. both of you looking around. yes the entire movie was frozen. puzzled you both stand in front of eachother. 

Dean: now whats happening.

you went to open your hand to grab Dean’s but something fell to the floor. Dean reached down to pick it up. he unfolded it and proceeded to read what was upon it.

Dean (reading note): congratulations! Defeating that witch takes care of one of my issues, that was of course the easy part. your next task Dean is to find your destiny, yes your destiny lies within the form of this girl. you must go back to reality and find her body and wake her up once you do everything and i do mean EVERYTHING will become clear. want a clue? here it is: “in a place of myth & legend where the balance of nature is true, this place you know it all too well. what you believe isnt real is, everything you know shall change forever. the ways of old shall guide you by, this far side of _________ in the final resting place of _________...” i look forward to seeing you very very soon. try to hurry i hear there is trouble on your horizons. 

now you both were very very very confused. this is what caused you to pop up and say..

YN: what the hell kind of clue was that? any idea what he is talking about? wait does that mean im not in my hotel room anymore. that someone or something moved my body?

Dean: that is exactly what it means and i will do everything in my capable power to find you. hopefully when i get back to reality this paper goes with me... 

just as he finished speaking a portal opens, visions of dean’s unconcious body appear along with Sam and others going frantic over what happened to Dean.

Dean: Yn, i give you my solem oath that i will not rest till you are safe by my side, i will fight whoever, go wherever, do whatever i have to in order to save you. dont give up hope and pray that this loop does not repeat for you. pray this time freeze does not disappear when i walk through that portal. 

YN: i have faith in you Dean please hurry. i look forward to never leaving your side.

Dean placed a chaste kiss to your forehead before he walked through the portal. you sat on the bed and watched as Time remained frozen but you were once again alone.

Dean arrived back in his own body, he sat straight up and scared the living daylights out of his brother, bobby and several others all of whom embraced Dean. 

Dean then went to where Sam’s laptop was and began searching the lore, the myths and legends specifically. when Sam approached him about what he was doing, Dean presented sam with that note. suddenly it made mroe sense to Sam, who left Dean in the charge of Jo while he, bobby and ellen all went to grab food and booze. 

Jo: what happened to you?

Dean: one minute i was in that bed trying to fall asleep using a disney movie & the next thing i know im inside the movie. im telling you i would have preferred Hell. but i wasnt the only person from reality stuck in the movie. there was a girl, she said she is a hunter too she was on a strange case when she found herself in the movie. she has no idea of how long she has been in there. she also thinks her body has been moved. this piece of paper proves that someone or something is holding her body somewhere and its up to me to find this girl. at this point nothing else matters. i made her a promise now i have to keep it. 

Jo: let me see the paper again...

Dean hands Jo the paper and after a few moments of staring at it she takes a pen and fills in the blanks... thats when the paper glowed... and revealed a magical map... 

Dean: how did you do that?

Jo just smiled and laughed...

Jo: im really good at fill in the blanks. its a natural talent i get it from mom... your clue should have finished like this:   “in a place of myth & legend where the balance of nature is true, this place you know it all too well. what you believe isnt real is, everything you know shall change forever. the ways of old shall guide you by, this far side of Romania in the final resting place of Dracula...”

Dean hugged her, he knew where he had to go now but how the hell was he gonna get there. it was then that Dean went to load several of his handhelds and load onto his back a machete load up some ammo clips. 

he didnt know what to expect but he was certain that being cautious was better than being stupid. he was not gonna walk in there half assed. he needed to be as prepared as could be. however thats when bobby, sam and ellen walked back into the room. 

Sam: Dean what are you doing?

Dean: im getting ready before i call cas for transport. this will allow me to not get dinged by airport security and not to become sea sick either. but i hope honestly that this mission im about to embark on is gonna be beneficial. 

Bobby: what the hell do you think your doing? never mind that where are you going?

Dean: romania, Jo has the knowledge on why i am going to romania, she will fill you guys in... ill take my burger to go. put my pie in the fridge. 

once Dean is ready to go, he stands in the center of the room and smiles back at the others but then Jo pipes up and goes to stand beside Dean with a backpack on her back... 

Dean: Jo what...

Jo: im not letting you walk into your destiny alone. do not for one second think im not gonna jump at this opportunity to hunt with you, to help you to find your destiny. you helped me once to know what my destiny was, now its my turn to repay the favor.

Dean takes Jo by the hand as he in a stern voice he speaks the following words. 

Dean: Castiel get your oh holy feathery ass down here i need a lift and your my ticket to my next destination.

cas comes to the hotel room and approaches Dean & Jo.

Castiel: where am i taking you and your friend here...

Dean: transylvania and dude once we land you cant be there... it will not be helpful for you to be there. this is a mission i have to do alone. me and my friend here go through the rest of the process alone. 

Cas only nods completely understanding on what his friend has asked of him. he takes Dean and Jo to Transylvania. then once they are safe on the ground again cas leaves. 

Dean: okay now to look at this magic map and figure out where we are and where the resting place of Dracula is... 

Jo: well lets first of all make sure we are prepared before we go into town. i did a bit of research apparently they dont trust strangers here. we need to show them that we mean no harm. or just keep our noses down and pass through without being detected. 

Dean: well lets see what the map says. 

Jo leads Dean to a rock as she lays out the map... 

Jo: these 2 dots over here are us... but what is that red dot over yoner on this map... look there is a multicolored one too.... 

Dean: the multicolored one is my destiny, the red one has to be what is holding her captive. 

jo notices some writing appearing on the map after a few moments. 

Jo: whats that say...

Dean: it says, “inside the castle you face your fears, beat them out till you cant no more. fears and demons go hand in hand but if you beat them in order to save your destiny. this is to be your greatest reward.” what the hell does that mean... 

Jo: it means no matter what we need to get to that castle. 

hand in hand they get their tracks moving towards the path...

Jo: i really hope the story of transylvania is fake... 

Dean: you mean the fact that as soon as the sun goes down werewolves and vampires come out to play... you and me both but hey if they do we are fully prepared. this place is on top of a supernatural time  bomb. everything that goes bump in the night comes out after sunset. 

both dean and jo look up into the sky the last bit of light leaves the tree line. 

Dean: have your silver bullets and machete ready just in case... we are not taking any chances. we have to get to that castle. 

Jo: dont worry we will... 

Dean smiles as both of them continue making their way through the forst, a little quicker than normal pace. the sun had now fully set, the light that had been guiding them was gone. 

Jo: just follow the path the map says this will lead us to the castle where your destiny awaits you. Dean are you sure we...

thats when she stopped speaking... her words cut out... Dean pulled out his machete and quickly brought it to face the enemy that now held his best friend back. 

Shadow entity: ah so the prodigal has come for his prize.. well i think ill take a  constitution to ensure that you follow the rules, to ensure the balance is complete, to ensure that we are all in clarity to our debts. to this i have something to say this to you: you are part of the same card, the girl i have sleeping right now is not going to wake up without her other half. you have not done anything to earn her freedom, so i take your friend as kind of a wake up call to the horrors that which wait you inside. this castle has its own story but to unlock its secrets you must face your fears. face them down Dean, only then will you have earned her freedom. see you real soon.

the shadow figure disappears with Jo... Dean picks up her bag and keeps his machete on hand as he continues walking. following the map as he heard the soft crunching of his boots under the snow. winter sure is warmish in whats supposed to be the coldest part of romania. 

Dean (to self): i have no idea what the hell is going on but i now have 2 bright lights to save i am just hoping i can conquer whatever appears before me... Jo for your courage please be my light. guide me to where you are... my dear sister. 

meanwhile Jo has been placed in a room, where you lay in wait for your destiny. Jo takes one look at you and she smiles. she knows that you are definately dean’s destiny and then she speaks the following words. 

Jo: in all my years i had never thought Dean would find his destiny, never after he helped me find mine i swore i would help him find his, now Dear Brother please follow my light...

Dean stops a quick moment to catch his breath and look at the map... he then sees Jo’s dot on the map glow brighter... it acts as a flashlight lighting up the path he must walk. 

after several more steps and following his light he arrives at the castle.

 Dean: here i com ladies... dont loose hope.

Dean holding his machete walked inside the castle.. the first thing he saw was the vision of himself as a demon tellig hm that he was gonna die alone and that he would become that... he told that vision that he would always have a family beside him even if they werent around that cared for him that would never abandon him.

that he went on his way still fllowing the light o the ground he comes accross the first blade which tells him that he fears being back in hell torturing souls and how good it made him feel. dean tells it that he will never and shall never go back to hell and never will he torutue those who dont deserve it again.

a few more fears tried to get dean to turn away from this quest, tried to get him to fail but nothing worked. the last area on the map was a long corridor it looked as thought there was a figure about mid way down. 

the map let off a warning flash meaning there was danger approaching. Dean speaks once more to whatever is trying to face him down.

Dean: i address the entity in front of me. who are you? why have you brought me to this awful place?

Shadow: i am the demonic shadow of Count Dracula and I have brought you here so you can face me in the ultimate battle. Either I will be finally put to rest or I will be made whole again. do you accept my challenge?

Dean drops the bags and keeps both his guns and his machete as he speaks.

Dean: look dumn ass, i dont know who your the spirit or entitiy of but this is not how things are run in my world. in my world the good guys win and the bad guys loose. now if you stand aside and let me wake my destiny and save my sister then you might just get to be put back to sleep again. or ill succeed and kill you right now. your choice, i’m good either way. 

Shadow: you dare to think you stand a chance against me, how cute. very well, if its death you choose then allow me to help you with that.

Dean moved out of the way as the shadow lunged toward him, missed and just landed again.. Dean then shot out 6 rounds of dead mans blood rounds all aimed at shadow-Dracula, he dodged those. 

shadow: tell you what, ill make you a deal if you surrender now ill give you ten long years to spend with your so called “destiny” in exchange for you letting me out of here with my life. 

Dean: how bout not a prayer. eat bullets instead.

Dean unloads the rest of the bullets in a circular form at the ground around shadow-dracula. completing the devils trap... 

Dean: oh wait you dont need to eat the bullets cause your history pal... 

Shadow-dracula looked down and around himself, the look that he now sported was one of fear. he was the one that now was terrified. 

Shadow: this is impossible no one imprisons the great Dracula. 

Dean: oh buddy im gonna do alot more than that, time for you to go back to where you came from. 

Dean stands up tall as he then speaks the same words he had spoken previously hundreds upon hundreds of times. 

Dean:  Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, ergo draco maledicte, ut ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audios bitch!

that was all Dean had to say the shadow of Dracula was no more. he went back to grab the bags and continued forward... he shot the lock on the doors and kicked them open. 

Jo: Dean you found us... i believe you know what to do romeo... put everything down ill prepare to treat any wounds and such that show themselves once you wake her. 

Dean: Jo it was dracula, the shadow outside the door was dracula’s shadow. i cant believe his shadow was so hostile. i mean if i hadnt wasted 2 clips of amo drawing out a devils trap i would have lost the fight. 

Jo: ya ya ya okay dude, you have an overdue appointment with destiny over on that bed, now drop the bags and go. 

Dean knew jo would have kicked his ass if he didnt listen. he did as told, he dropped the bags and walked over to kneel beside you. he brushed some hair from your forehead..

Dean: together now and always i have always been your once upon a dream.

his lips met yours in a gentle kiss. he pulled back after a few seconds and waited to see if it workd. a while later you open your eyes and touch Dean’s cheek. 

YN: you found me?

Dean: did you doubt i would? i said i would and i keep my promises. this girl over here is my sister Jo.  she is gonna give you the once over and then ill call for our ride out of here once she has you in a clean set of clothes. im gonna make sure we are still safe... i will call cas once we are all ready.

Dean leaves you in the hands of Jo who hands you some clothes and assesses you making sure you are not hurt. Dean comes back a few moments later and calls cas to come bring you all home. 

Cas came brought you, dean and Jo back to the hotel. you and dean were gonna take some time to figure out what everything meant. this was when a bright light came upon the entire room. 

Dean: whats going on?

thats when Gabriel appeared in the room. everyone had hand guns on him immediately. but he speaks not with hostility but with normality.

Gabriel: ah winchesters and friends. do not be alarmed for YN and Dean have been written in the stars since the beginning of time. Dean and Yn im sorry for trapping you both in that sleeeping curse it was the only way to get you both to listen to reason. to listen to your hearts. i was only trying to get you both to follow the rules that destiny had for you. 

Dean: then why show up and tell us about it now...

Gabriel: cause i knew if i didnt it would have been alot worse later on. 

Dean: what happens now?

Gabriel: well with your permission i could marry you and Yn right here right now... if you both agree. 

you and Dean exchange looks before smiling.

Dean: when do we begin?

Gabriel snapped his fingers and the room transformed into a garden glade type thing. before you and Dean could say anything else you were taken from grungy hotel room to garden glade. 

Gabriel: we are gathered here today to join Dean and YN in the ever holy bonds of Matrimony. this holy bond is a sacred gift, that deserves to be protected cherish it now and always. now i am assuming that there are no objections to this holy union.

the room was silent as Gabriel held his hand out and 2 silver bands appeared clearly made for you and Dean. 

Gabriel: vows or no vows.

Dean: what more needs to be said, we already said everything we needed to... we know what we are. we have our feelings, we need no words for them.

Gabriel: very well, Dean take the band and tell Yn what you think should go with this ring!

Dean takes the ring and slowly slides it on your finger as he reveals whats in his heart. 

Dean: YN after the movie and what i had to do to rescue you. i have to say that im 100% positive about you being the single most best thing that has ever stepped into my path of life. i promise now and always to honor, love cherish and whatever else goes with that... i love you Yn your the best part of me now.

you take the ring and you do the same thing.

YN: Dean, when i met you in the movie i was unsure of your intentions. then it was your beautiful green eyes that made me swoon. now i stand here to say i too now and forever more will honor, love, cherish and everything else that goes with it for the rest of my life. you are an amazing man Dean Winchester i love you so much and i cant wait to be your wife and have your last name. 

Gabriel: by the powers and laws bestowed on me by Heaven, i now am honored to pronounce you husband and wife. Dean you may now kiss your beautiful wife. 

Dean kisses you with so much passion. there was nothing to do for everyone else except cheer and clap. 

everyone lived happily ever after. well at least once upon a dream!