#save me Gabriel voice crack

[sweetmapple]

WIP of me doing normal things like having irreparable brain damage and looping Gabe monologues till I explode

You could say I feel quite strongly about this fella

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM.

THE MACHINE.

I CAN FIX HIM.

NO REALLY I CAN.

Audio Source

[books-and-omens]

Rather a big thing, by the way, that many of us are probably re-evaluating right now is Crowley consistently not wanting to be called kind or nice. Especially not by Aziraphale.

In S1, that was what triggered the wall slam. ‘Bit of an overreaction, if you ask me’—but in S2 we see more about how strong Crowley’s feelings are on the topic.

In the Job minisode, Crowley vehemently insists that he is a demon. He is so angry at God. When Aziraphale tells him that he is certain Crowley does not want to destroy Job’s children, Crowley takes his glasses off to expose full-demon irises and looks Aziraphale in the eye as requested and says, “I want to”.

Aziraphale is heartbroken over that. His shoulders slump, he exhales shakily, his faith in Crowley has indeed cracked. Look at him:

And then, of course, he figures out the trick, and it turns out that he is exactly right about Crowley. “Well,” he says, and looks vindicated, triumphant, amused.

He was right. He knew Crowley would resist atrocity with everything he has. He knew Crowley would understand it’s an atrocity in a way Gabriel and Michael did not seem to (and neither did those two care). What Aziraphale sees is that, for all of Crowley’s demonic posturing, Crowley came through.

(He remembers the angel that Crowley used to be. So joyful. So happy. So unlike Gabriel and Michael, too: the angel Crowley would never have gone along with killing Job’s children.)

At the end of this minisode, Aziraphale is ready to go to Hell. He thinks he must: he lied, he thwarted the will of God. Crowley, of course, tells him that he is simply an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can.

Aziraphale will process this in some way later, but… he won’t process it in the same way as Crowley. Aziraphale won’t reject the idea of Heavenly goodness—Heaven is supposed to be good, that’s the whole point—but he will take note of how, time and time again, Crowley exemplifies this idea when the actual Heavenly angels do not.

Across history, Aziraphale sees Crowley do things that are good. And then disclaim them, reject them, call them something else. A demon could get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing, Crowley had warned him a long time ago.

Aziraphale will remember this.

Don’t say thank you, Crowley hisses in the Bastille. My lot do not send rude notes.

And the Victorian minisode?

Off my head on laudanum, not responsible for my actions, Crowley tells Aziraphale vehemently after saving Elspeth from suicide. (In Christianity, certainly in the 19th century, suicide condemns a soul; one who died by suicide does not even get a Christian burial. So Crowley has actively diverted a soul from Hell by drinking the laudanum.)

And—look at how indulgently Aziraphale is looking at Crowley as Crowley insists he is not responsible for his actions.

Of course you aren’t, my dear, he seems to think. We both know you did it on purpose, to have a plausible excuse for Hell. But of course we both know that you are in fact responsible for your actions, and that, at great personal risk and cost, you have once again chosen to do good.

So by the end, from Aziraphale’s point of view, Crowley has a much better idea of Good than Heaven itself. And—oh joy!—in the finale, Metatron, the voice of God, finally acknowledges that fact and validates it. Your demon recognized me when nobody else did, Metatron essentially says.

(I just cannot with the ominous dramatic music that plays as Metatron leads Aziraphale out of the shop. Get the FUCK OUT David Arnold, this is so pointed and disturbing. In this season and in the last, the music is narration, it tells us so much without a single word.)

Anyway! Yes! In the finale, Aziraphale is being manipulated, and part of why it works is that he still does not understand Crowley’s motives in insisting he is not nice or good. He has been interpreting Crowley’s insistence solely as protective, which makes a lot of sense from what he has seen. A demon doing good deeds must hide to avoid punishment and pain. Crowley has hid for six thousand years, has gotten used to hiding. Sure, the last four years were different, but even in these years the danger hasn’t gone away, and six thousand years is a long time to set a pattern.

Aziraphale wants to see Crowley happy. He wants to see him—both of them—safe. And here, finally, is an official Metatron-offered way. Heaven is finally admitting and working on its mistakes. Surely Crowley will forgive them? Surely Crowley and Aziraphale can make Heaven better, together? Make into what it should be? (And they would be safe, they would be safe, they would be safe.)

They still haven’t talked. Aziraphale still does not understand Crowley’s choices. In the past, it might have been too dangerous for Aziraphale to know exactly why Crowley Fell, while for Crowley, it might have been too vulnerable a thing to discuss. So they haven’t talked, and Aziraphale does not know the exact questions Crowley had asked, does not know the exact reasons. He assumes.

And his assumptions, oh so well-meant, are going to be catastrophic.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Song of the Loon

Author: Desirae

Artist: eggchef

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: mentions of past Dean/Lisa

Length: 24438

Warnings: n/a

Tags: Narrator Castiel/Campground owner Dean, strangers to friends to lovers, past family trauma, survivors guilt, substance abuse(not Dean or Cas), Nurturer Dean, Hurt/Comfort, canon typical violence, angst with a happy ending, cabin by the lake fic

Posting Date: October 24, 2024

Summary: Dean Winchester is expecting a quiet, if not awkward, summer. His estranged brother Sammy was coming to visit from California, and all the chores around his lakeside cabin were not enough to distract him from his nerves. That is until an unexpected phone call from Sam’s sponsor, Gabriel, called with a favor: Could Dean put Gabriel’s brother Castiel up for the summer, no questions asked? Audiobook narrator Castiel Novak is exhausted and travel-weary. Fresh off of a book tour, Castiel arrived home to find his longtime online stalker has been to his apartment. At the urging of his brother, Castiel finds himself on a road trip to Angel’s Peak, Maine, where his host, Dean, is as stunning as the mountain view. Although Castiel and Dean feel an immediate connection, Cas is guarded, with emotional baggage he doesn’t want to inflict on his new friend. Will a summer in the wilds of Maine be enough for Dean break through Castiel’s walls and prove that he is worthy of love and protection? 

Excerpt: Castiel or C.J. Krushnic as he was known in the literary world, had spent the last few months doing the convention circuit promoting the latest book in the paranormal series. Very much an introvert, these events pushed Castiel far beyond his comfort zone, but the book series' popularity had made conventions a part of the job. This latest had been his third and he was getting better at sitting up on stage with fellow panelists. Castiel’s heart beat a fast staccato, as he answered questions about what it was like to give voice to characters like The Wesson brothers; his face a stoic mask as Castiel adhered to the requests to read book passages aloud in his distinctive gravelly voice.  He’d gotten through it, but now Castiel was drained and all he wanted was quiet and space.  Peering over the railing, Castiel heard the belligerent bellowing of a taxi driver and the jarring blare of a horn being pressed. Castiel sighed again. He needed to get away. Somewhere quiet, where he could just exist in peace and solitude. Castiel left the balcony, closing the doors behind him. With a jaw-cracking yawn, he dragged his boned tired body across the living room, back through to the bedroom, and into the ensuite bathroom. He set his now empty whiskey glass on the counter with an audible click. Tired blue eyes stared back at him from the mirror above the sink. Frowning, Castiel tore his gaze away from himself and turned on the water, cupping it in his palms before scrubbing it briskly over his stubbled face. His dark hair stood in tufts and he could use a shave, but Castiel just didn't have the energy. Wandering back out into the living room, Castiel absent-mindedly clicked on the television, noting that an old season of Tournament of Champions was playing. He left the cooking show on and grabbed the mail from on top of the suitcase. Slouching back onto his couch, Castiel rifled through the thick stack. It was mostly junk mail plus what looked like a belated birthday card from his older brother Gabriel that said I wish you love, laughter, and ha! Penis. Castiel snorted, fingering the last envelope in his hand. Furrowing his brow, he realized it was blank, save his pen name in a loopy scrawl. That was strange. Nobody had mentioned anyone dropping anything off for him when he picked up his mail at the front desk. Castiel opened the envelope and pulled out a slip of paper. His stomach plummeted unpleasantly as he read the words on the page. The sound of your voice, the way our eyes met, it is inevitable. You belong to me. -HeartsAflame With shaking fingers, Castiel pulled out his phone and quickly tapped on his brother's icon. Gabriel picked up on the first ring.  “Hey, broseph! How was your tour?” Castiel ignored the question. “Gabriel, they found my apartment,” he said, voice audibly shaken. “Sit tight, Cassie. I’m on my way.”

DCBB 2024 Posting Schedule

[brightbeautifulthings]

When the World Tips Over by Jandy Nelson

"If people bear the trauma of their ancestors, doesn't it follow they also bear their rhapsodies? If there is generational pain passed down, mustn't there also be generational joy? If there are family curses that drop through time, mustn't there also be family blessings that do the same?"

Year Read: 2024

Rating: 5/5

About: In the time of forever, Theo Fall disappeared, leaving his family cracked down the middle. His wife, Bernadette, chef of The Blue Spoonful, leaves out dinner for him every night. Twelve-year-old Dizzy Fall sees ghosts in the vineyard and just got dumped by her ex-best friend. Her older brother, Perfect Miles, talks to dogs and hasn't been to school in weeks. Her oldest brother, Wynton, hung the moon and plays violin like he's been possessed. They each have an encounter with a rainbow-haired girl (possibly an angel, Dizzy thinks), who is secretly the key to all of them. When tragedy strikes, the four of them will have to unwind the secrets that led to Theo's disappearance to save each other and heal a generations old family curse. I received a free e-ARC through NetGalley from the publishers at Penguin. Trigger warnings: fratricide, sexual assault/pedophilia, abusive households, car accident, severe injury, mental illness, depression, drug/alcohol abuse, neglect, bullying, infidelity.

Thoughts: I'll Give You the Sun is one of my favorite books of all time, and I couldn't wait to get my copy of When the World Tips Over. It has everything I love about Jandy Nelson's writing: gorgeous, inventive prose; lovable, heartbreaking, fully-rounded characters; a sense of place like I'm actually living in their town for a while; just enough magic (mostly the kind we make ourselves) to fill me with wonder; and intricate, complex family dynamics that keep me guessing. Nelson's writer voice is one of my absolute favorites, and even though the story and the characters are new, I can "hear" her in this book like I'm talking to a beloved friend.

As with many of my favorite characters, I'm confused about whether I want to know Cassidy or be her, with her rainbow hair and many tattoos of words and poems. She's the spark that sets the Fall family in motion, but her complicated history keeps her out of Manic Pixie Dream Girl territory. Though they're all a bit magical, Cassidy is as real and complicated as any of the Fall siblings. My heart broke for her so many times while she was growing up with her mother, who struggles with untreated mental illness. (I'm also completely in love with rosy maple moths now--the way my soul would leave my body if I ever saw one outside.) Felix was my second favorite character, a friendly giant with clashing clothes who appears when Miles most needs someone to ground him.

All of the Fall family are interesting and well-drawn, though, and the only place the novel lagged for me a bit was in the Time of Forever stories. I enjoy the way Cassidy tells the history of the Fall family, part fairy tale and part Gabriel García Márquez-style magical realism, but I did occasionally feel that they were a little too long/frequent and that it was pulling me away from the main story. There was a major Aha! moment when one of the plot elements finally clicked into place for me, and as always, Nelson is an expert at tugging all the threads of her many characters together into one coherent and beautiful tapestry. I love the Fall family like they're people I know, and I can't wait to revisit them on many rereads to come.

[6lostgirl6]

Hey bestie, can you do one for me with Van Helsing where he saves the reader from vamps and then lets you tag along with him cause said vamps killed your parents and over time you two fall for each other??? Fem reader please. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

My Kind of Woman

Pairing: Gabriel Van Helsing x Fem!Reader

TW: Cursing, slight gore, dead parents

"Please, can I go with you?"

"No."

Gabriel continued walking, carrying his signature crossbow as he barged through the intense thicket. Behind him, you appeared as you brushed away a stray leaf from your hair. Your favorite dress shredded from sharp branches and coated in brown from the mud.

"Why not?" You asked, trying to keep up with his long strides. "I could help!"

"The only thing you would do is slow me down." He replied, trained eyes drifting from tree to tree, his gaze searching for something unseen. "And get yourself killed."

You sighed as you wiped away the tears that were starting to dry, your hair sticking to your cheeks. You felt like a mess, however you couldn't blame yourself for the situation you were put in.

It was been several hours since the incident. A traumatic change in your life that you've never expected to occur and discovering that humans weren't the only monsters that walked amongst you.

You were paralyzed, watching in horror with tears streaming down your face as two monterous creatures feasted on the corpses of your dead parents. The lifeless gaze of your mother haunted your subconscious as you own gaze returned her own. Your father was already almost devoured, the pale bat-like monster licking its bloody claws while the other continued tearing through your mother's own jugular.

You couldn't understand why they were keeping you alive, taking their time to traumatize you before they would brutally make you their next meal. The monsters that seemed to take pleasure in your suffering and it will be your turn soon. Your pitiful end when you thought you barely started your beginning.

Until he arrived. Your savior.

It was an intense battle and you couldn't take your eyes away from the man that seemed to be made to defeat monsters. With his strong, massive stature and fierce precision with the crossbow that he had strapped to his back, he was able to vanquish the horrifying bat-like creatures.

Gabriel stood there, watching your traumatized figure staring at the ashes of the vampires he had slain and clinging onto the corpse of your mother. He sighed to himself, feeling guilt torment his heart that he didn't arrive sooner, saving you from this cruel reality.

He hesitated before stepping closer to you, hovering behind your sitting figure. The crushing of leaves captured your attention and you turned slightly towards him, your doe-eyed expression full of tears made him falter in his words.

"...There is a town a few miles West from here, there's a church there and I'm sure they'll take you in." He said, staring down at you.

You continued to stare at him, causing him to shuffle a little, feeling awkward at comforting. "You'll be safe there. Take this." He proceeded to pull a map from one of his many pockets and handed it to you.

You hesitated before taking it.

Gabriel watched as you looked through the map and he glanced around for any sense of danger. Finding none, he gave you one last glance.

"Take care." Awkwardly, he patted your shoulder and walked away, leaving you sitting there in the dirt surrounded by carnage. 

No, he was not going to leave you here. 

"But I have nowhere else to go." You whispered, voice cracking as tears filled your eyes once more.

He paused, hearing the hurt in your voice which caused him to feel a little guilty for how he was acting towards you. He felt bad for you, truly he did, however he would never forgive himself if he allowed you to travel with him and get yourself killed, he would blame himself for eternity. Plus, he wasn’t used to having another companion with him on his missions, more accustomed to being a lone wolf that kept away from others. 

Fuck, you could also die if you gotten lost trying to find the next town over which left him in a little bit of a predicament.

He sighed before turning towards you, lowering his weapon as he continued to stare at you. He had to admit, you were gorgeous, depite your blood-stained dress and reddened eyes from your tears. God, you were going to be the death of him.

“Why would you want to come with me? This life is dangerous and you shouldn’t involve yourself with this mess.” He asked, watching you intensely as you shuffled a little in your place. He figured you would change your mind and walk away, heading for the town. 

However, he was severely wrong. 

“I want to help you kill these creatures. Nobody should go through what I’ve experienced and if I can do something about it, I want in.” Your voice was full of passion, lacking the hurt that you once held. Your gaze focusing on his own were full of fire and Gabriel was left speechless for once in his life. 

‘Maybe I’ll be the one that gets killed.’ He thought to himself. 

“Fine.” He answered, turning his head away, adjusting his wide-brimmed fedora to conceal his heated gaze from your figure. “If you stay with me, you listen and obey everything that I tell you, understood?”

With tears returning to your eyes, you smiled and nodded. “Of course!”

“Good.” Without another word, he stalked off again, which you feel like he would do very often during your time with him.

You smiled more and quickly followed along.

"First off, we need to get you out of that dress, last thing I want for you is tripping and that's a death sentence."

The sudden neighing captured your attention.

You paused as you noticed a large black horse that was situated with its reigns tied to a tree branch, securing it from wandering off. You quickly realized that it was his horse, and you would be sharing.

Gabriel unloaded a large dufflebag that seemed to be filled to the brim with equipment, camping supplies, and spare clothes.

He looked through for a moment before pulling out a shirt and trousers that were definitely going to be much bigger on you. Silently, he handed them to you and pointed towards the tree before turning away to start building a fire.

Looks like you both were going to camp for the night?

Shrugging your shoulders, you walked behind the tree and spared another glance, making sure he wasn't looking in your direction for a perverted peek. Seeing that he was still busy with his task, you quickly changed, pulling off your dress and replacing it with his shirt and trousers. Of course, the trousers were too long, brushing over your feet while the sleeves of your shirt went well past your fingertips. You left your shoes on as they weren't damaged.

Hesitating, you stepped out from behind the tree and joined him, sitting next to him as he was finishing up with the fire, sparks coming to life.

"Here, you can use this." You said, handing your dress to him to use as fuel for the dry logs.

Gabriel could feel his cheeks redden at the sight of you in his clothes that seemed to devour you and the feeling of the material of your dress in his hands.

"Thanks." He replied, before adding the dress to the pile and watching as the flames became bigger and brighter. He turned towards you and noticed your feet practically swallowed by the material. "Let me help with that."

Carefully, he grabbed your ankle while pulling out a small hunting knife that he carried on his person.

You flushed a little, watching as he carefully carved away the excess material and freeing your feet before using it as more fuel for the fire.

He glanced over at you before looking away. "What's your name."

"(Y/n). What's yours?" You asked.

"Gabriel." He replied, turning a little towards you and staring at you from under the brim of his fedora. "Pretty name for a pretty girl like yourself."

"O-Oh, thanks." Your heart threatened to stop having your savior compliment your appearance even though you felt like you were the opposite at the moment.

Gabriel wanted to hit himself, he didn't realize he said that out loud until you thanked him and he was ready to turn in for the night and hopefully ignore your presence until the morning.

"...You're welcome."

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You smirked, putting your heeled boot against the temple of the goblin you had slain, retrieving the arrow that was lodged in the back of its head. Grimacing at the oozing wound of green blood staining your weapon, you wiped it against your trousers.

"I'm getting better at this." You muttered to yourself, putting the arrow away into the safety of your quiver.

Gabriel would be proud.

It has been six months since you've joined Gabriel as his hunting companion and you wouldn't have it any other way. After months of Gabriel's challenging training and gruesome endeavors with monsterous creatures, you were becoming a phenomenal monster hunter.

After a few months accompanying your savior, you were beginning to notice unknown feelings wrap around your heart and squeeze whenever you were near his presence. Gabriel was an awkward man in the beginning, however things have prospered and you came to understand how caring and quite charming he can be. Soon after, you realized the feeling you had for him was love.

However, you never brought about mentioning your feelings for him. Whether it was the fear of rejection or losing the friendship you've both built, you hesitated in letting your feelings be known. If you had an idea that he returned your feelings, you would have confessed long ago.

"Good work, (y/n)."

You quickly turned, smiling at the approaching figure of the man that held your affections. "Fancy spotting you here." You teased.

Gabriel returned the smile and looked down at the goblin that remained motionless. He noticed how much you have improved with immense skill, and it honestly terrified him. What if you didn't need him anymore?

For three months, Gabriel has been pining for the return of your affections. Due to him being an awkward man that was used to being alone, he didn't know how he could display his feelings for you the correct way. Simple touches on the shoulder and praises when you successfully defeated a monster was the only time he was able to show you how much he loved you.

Perhaps you simply didn't feel the same or believed he was just doing what any mentor would do for his student. He needed to push a little more.

"Like I would ever leave you." He replied, glancing towards you.

You felt your cheeks warm before turning away. "You can't, you're stuck with me." You replied, turning back to him and giving him a playful smile.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He stepped closer, forcing you to step back. He continued walking towards you until you were flushed against the tree.

"Gabriel..." You whispered, looking up at him with pure adoration and confusion in your eyes. "What are you...?"

"What do you feel for me?" He asked instead, returning your gaze, searching for something he desperately wished to see.

"I feel..." You hesitated, glancing away and placing a hand over your chest. Your heart was rapidly beating and butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.

"I know what I feel for you." He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger before returning your eyes to meet his own. "Something that I never thought I would ever know."

"And what's that?" You asked, wrapping your fingers around his wrist where his hand kept its firm grip against your chin.

"That you were made for me."

Without another word, he pulled you into a kiss which you gladly returned.

@patient1666074 @ghoulgeousimmaculate @scaramantica @rottent33th @slaasherslut

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

WIP TITLE TAG GAME

@leatafandom This is the third time I’ve tried to make this damned post. Lol! @staff (tumblr) keeps eating my post even though it tells me it is saving my draft. Anyway, here is my list.

Please feel free to ask any questions about any of the docs by file name either by comment, reblog, or ask. Thank you!

Winchesters A Life in the Hunter House

(Hades — Tartarus) The Empty’s Daughter

#99 prompt

#99.2 prompt

A Father’s Daughter

Alec M x Reader Crush

Alec x Reader 2

All around me 2.0 (Slow Burn)

Alpha Angel Cas x Omega!Witch!F! Reader

Alpha! Dean x Omega F!

Alpha Dr Castiel Alpha Dean sinus problems true mates

An Angel’s Unexpected Companion

Angst Reader Hurt/Comfort wHappy unexpected ending

Ao3 2023 Kinktober

Ao3 Romancing the Hunter

Ao3 Xmes Exchange Quicky 2023

Ask Request 2024-02-28 Beau x Reader

Ask Request 2024-05-31 Sam Wesson x Gabriel

Ask Request 2024-06-12 Billy Butcher x m/ftm

Ask Request 2024-06-13 Dean or Jensen x Older F! Reader

Ask Request 2024-06-29 Sam x Methos

Ask Request 2024-07-02 FicFacers 2024 (Oct due date)

AU - BDSM Dom Cas Switch/Dom Dean x Sub Fem

Bankers, Fairies, and Foreclosures, Oh my! (From @writing-prompt-s)

Being a sex god isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Alex Drabble - Making a boring chore a little more fun together

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Boredom WIP

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Disassociation 2

Blood in Heaven and Hell - Timestamp.2 Horror Movie

Burning Up

Destiel Date Night

Destiel Rabbit Moth Love Story

Domestic Destiel #? Glowy Angel seduction

Dragon Cas x Dean Plot (Giant and Pet meme)

Falling in love with Angel ORIGINAL

God-made Nephilim Rescues Castiel

Guardian of Humanity scene Drabble

Guardian of Humanity journal and scene

Heat

Ignoring the Alpha’s Voice

Ignoring Their Omega

Imagine Dean comes home after a bad day. (from @harmonity-vibes)

Nephilim of Stone

Post 15x19 DestielxAlex

Purpose

Rough time with your mental illness 2.0 (from @imaginethatsupernatural )

Scent Out, Make Out

Sick Stubborn Reader x Angel Cas

Soldier Boy x Flirty Reader

Spn Fairy Tales: The Ugly Duckling, a Destiel story (inspired by @fledglinginatrenchcoat-blog)

Spn poly Drabble 2023-08-30

SPNBB…

Sugar Daddy Horseman Death x Lucifer

Tell Me No Lies

Tell Me No Lies 2.0 (Nightingale Witch)

The Angel’s Mate 2.0

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story

The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story 2.0

The Omega

The Packless, no longer less —Bad Day (Becoming the Pack Alpha's Mate)

The Packless, no longer less SERIES

The Virus ORIGINAL

They don’t know when to quit

Trigger Warning

True Mate A/B/O DestielxAfab

Two Men and the Virgin

Warming Him Up

Winchester!Sister x Castiel

I’m gonna go a step beyond because I can. I am going to advise WIPs in my TUMBLR DRAFTS too. This will include the date, title or inspiration, and pairing if I have one.

Jul 2 - Moth to A Flame, Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Feb 29 - “Could you tell me another story while we drive to our destination, (Y/N)?” from @imaginethatsupernatural

Aug 20, 2022 - Angel!Castiel x Hunter!Reader (GN)

Jul 15, 2022 - Sub/Switch!Bi!Dean Winchester x Sub!F!Reader x Dom!Bi!Castiel

Just realized I didn’t tag anyone. Lol! Of course, no pressure. Only if you have time. 😊 ❤️❤️❤️ @luci-in-trenchcoats @zationao3 @riley-phoenix @lotus820 @impala-dreamer @spnexploration @destielshipper4cas @sharkfish @niche-pastiche @wisteria-lodge @naughtystiel

[madstheintrovert]

I write to you from 1 am post-good omens season 2… so spoilers

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Final warning

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So besties, I’m devastated. I’m just so. Oh my. Like ok they confirmed so many fan theories… like

- Crowley was someone high up in heaven

- Crowley and Aziraphale knew each other before the fall

- Beezlebub and Gabriel

- Crowley saying he’s not a lad (what is gender to an angel and a demon, especially Crowley)

- ineffable idiots… oblivious or at least need of a good wtf talk about ur feelings mate

- aziraphale being a horrible driver

… I’m forgetting

And they gave us the bullet magic trick and the following card trick that saved their asses. Crowley turning kids into geckos because he’s Crowley and he doesn’t like murdering kids (also him being like ugh haven’t shot a gun in a bit mate). They gave us Shax being like… hm heard y’all’s were an item, couldn’t believe it, you don’t seem his type and aziraphales face… “their” bentley and book shop. More of Crowley being the worst demon.

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But then. THE KISS. Oh my gawd. Crowley smashing their lips together and holding on for dear life and it clearly really affecting Aziraphale.

But Aziraphale is still loyal to heaven. He wants to see the good… or he just still is a bit of an oblivious optimist.

When those end credits rolled and they showed the side by side I was desperately. DESPERATELY. Hoping there would be this snap and aziraphale would suddenly be in the Bentley with Crowley. But no. No.

Also Crowleys like slight voice crack when they are talking and he’s confessing and all the tears.

And fuck I’m so scared that because it’s another queer show it won’t see S3 but fuck I hope to manifest it.

Micheal Sheen and David Tennant, I love you but fuck. Fuck.

Also now I’m thinking about David Tennant wearing that non-binary pin and Crowley “I’m not, either” - I.e., I’m not nice and I’m not a lad.

Anyways. Fellow queers and allies wallowing in pain after the end of this season plZ let me know of any and all new fix it fics that have helped smooth your soul bc I am so sad right now.

Guess I’ll go rewatch the kiss. And then be sad.

Also Micheal sheen got to fulfill his dream of kissing David Tennant and vice versa so go that for them. (Idk if it’s his dream but based on Micheal Sheen I bet it’s up there)

[unknownfrom34]

Courtship

For @muzzleroars

On this post, I write a MichaelxV2 fanfic. Fluff writing about the Angelic courtship dance performed by a robot so I decided to be like this part. (Where they dance. Haha. I hope you won't mind 😅) Plus pronouns for V2 will be He/Her btw. I had edited out last minute edits before posting this so I hope you'll like it.

Enjoy. ——————————————————————————————————

"...And V1 had done that? To your brother?"

Michael nodded. He couldn't and still can't, believe that Raphael had helped but it made his already literally rotting heart flutter with reassurance that he tried.

"Yes indeed. He had helped the Machine to court Gabriel into marriage but I am surprised that he helped regardless."

"It must've been shocking." V2 tilted her head to the right.

Michael laughed gently as he placed his hand on his helm, a finger tenderly tracing the cracks. "I can't ridicule him for doing this." he spoke after a moment, still tracing the helmet's cracks mindlessly. "He is my brother and helping others is in our nature."

Michael finally removed his hand and turned towards the red automation. A mirror. A near perfect mirror of her processor painted as red as blood as the protector of peace. Blood tubes painted blue to ensure that he stood out of V1, the newly risen robotic angel and symbol of his brother's love Gabriel willing to give.

V2's processers is recording her findings on culture of Heaven. She had learned a lot from Gabriel in Fraud Layer she lived in, only from what he had been told from his perspective but when offered to see it for herself. It is truly a place of Paradise for what's left of Humanity to go to. Free of pain and suffering and found something she had been lacking in her making: Peace.

Still, the courtship dance is one of the private parts of Heaven over an millennia after Lucifer had fallen down with many other angels as it is considered a taboo by the Father. He had seen them prior to the former banished into Hell itself. The Hell that she and V1 had been born into when New Peace was established.

Curiously a few of his eight wings twitched slightly with another question in her hard drives as Michael took a sip from a cup provided by Raphael, due to a rotting jaw that seemingly be made of light gold, he was recommended to only drinks now.

"May I ask you again, Michael?" "Please do," He accepted, "What is it on your mind, Machine?"

He hesitated. "Have you ever been courted before?"

Michael nearly spit out his drink.

"I beg your pardon?" "Has anyone ever court you before?"

Michael went silent for a moment. He placed a palm on his exposed ribcage adorn with colorful radiant jewels and chains of sliver and gold.

"No." He answered honesty. "I have not been courted by any an angel nor human, Machine." he shook his head lightly. "Many had looked at and up to me as a leader chosen to lead His people and man kind throughout these centuries." He placed his hand again on his helm with a hint of flustered and nonsenses of the question. Turning away from V2. "Many of them knew this is an forbidden act to do, and even worse, the Prince of Heaven in place of Lucifer's and the Lord. I never even try to do courtshiping ritual."

V2 looked at him for a moment.

"Michael." V2 said finally, with a little bit of worry but confidence so little in his machinal voice. "Do you think that I..." Michael turned to look at her once again. "That I... that I do the heavenly courtship dance?"

"You?" Michael could almost chuckle but it was raspy due to a ruined larynx, it was ruined due to the event had had tried to sever his Light in attempt to show his loyalty to Lord he had long-since searched for... and Failed. He will save that story for later yet the machine like V2 could do the ritual is rather funny to him but...

But since Gabriel fell, since V2 was rebuilt and since, for him too much to bare; Even tried binding his brother before reason was struck into him by Gabriel's words, even in Hellish language, they still reached him and even worsen to do to him, he had tried to get him to see V1's corruption by having V2 himself as his date but... All of those failures, taken away his pride but made room for love, humble and a door open for a way for his own sins to be forgiven.

The plan to "open his brother's eyes" had backfired when feelings of this machine, the same way as Gabriel had and... To be honest when he looked back on it. He guessed that's what the race of Man calls "Petty."

Nonetheless, Michael had learned more of V2 being a replacement, ruined and will perish one day like himself will too. He could... He could watch her try. And if he was courted, well, only he will decide to tell or not tell the masses of Heaven.

"Well," He began to say, thoughtfully. "I cannot why not."

V2's optic seem to opened up a little, stars in his eyes with wings flutter a little behind him as he stood upright and then hand over his metallic abdomen and bowed with another arm extended out from him.

Head rose up and then one foot back and then he jumped into the air in a twirl, golden glowing wings flared out in display and then sticks the landing on two feet like a ballerina. Silent amazement resonating in Michael as he watched on. On the right and left of four appendages each. The right bottom one twitched slightly before one after another followed suit going up and then on the upper left appendage repeated this going downwards.

Then them both do it upwards and downwards before crouching down on fours as eight of them gone together to make it seem like they had only one pair of two wings before slowly raises up on two feet once again. Before too long, the eight wings came back but yellow faded into sapphire blue as two of each go downward and then soon out on display.

"This is..." She started to say, "This is so confusing to me, how do you all do it?" Michael, watching the progress had come to an metaphorical halt, placing his drink down and then stand up. He was feeling ridiculous for explaining this but he will feel even more not doing so. He said "Allow me." simply but his voice is gentler by the sound of it.

In his own display of wings, his four wings unfolded in brilliant shades and gradients of pinks, purples, magentas, and violets for a machine or soul to see. The wings then came around and covering Michael slowly and purposely to insight curiosity from the latter and then spun away before he unfolded the wings and then dashed towards V2 before stopping in front of him. The helm barely reached his ribcage and Michael is staring down at them before crouching down, wings flapping down to touch the floor before he stood up and hands grabbing onto forearms (so not to tear the skin and flesh off) after placing them behind his back and circled around him gracefully and leisurely.

V2, stunned but mesmerized, watching the head chief prince closely with wings behind her gently lowered down with her CPU was recording this in wonder before abruptly disappeared in a flash of light. Her optic blinked and looked to her left and right before something shines behind him.

Before he could turn to see, a pair of hands quickly covered his optic and wings enveloped around her as feeling of a helm lightly touching the surface of her own as his head was lifted up a little. Hands then removed themselves from his optic to see Michael roving above him, allowing the small robot to bathe in the glowing lights of his wings.

Both of them lost in a void of a colorful light.

Eight wings of his own twitch with surprise softly, blue began to share a gradient of light pink as he looked up at the Prince of Heaven before one hand lightly taking a hand, a hand that is nearly identical to V2's left one before raising it up and then spun the peace-keeping machine around with trails of neon blue and pink following behind her as four wings flown away steadily.

He kept spinning them to his right before letting go and catching V2 as a leg was raised up while he leaned backwards before lifting upward, lightly urged by a hand on her back with her wings fanning out as she was brought close to his chest.

Feet kept going in a dance of wings of beauty and grace for as long as it could go, a ritual was in fact an success by this point.

Midway, Michael had his hand on V2's back again and the other holding his hand, fingers intertwined, as they looked at each other.

"You have a surprising amount of grace for a machine." Michael commented, looking at his optic with interest. "Oh yeah?" V2 chuckled lightly. "Well, you've got a surprising amount of bugs for an angel."

Michael chuckled at the joke. She wasn't wrong but it was good to laugh once in a while.

"And the expecting tact."

They then spun around as they let go, wings behind them before they flapped, neon and natural light coming off from both pairs and soon they came back together with hands holding onto them and then twirled as they held on. Wings made from metal and divine light flapped and fanned out before fluttering and danced on their accord as their feet had became accustomed to the ritual.

They continued on in their rhythm of the heart beats and fans spinning before letting go.

At last, they bowed to one another.

"So, this is what the courtship dance is like." V2 commented as he turned to look at his wings, colors fading into the tips of his wings as they went from pink to blue and finally going back to default yellow. "Dance with someone you are close to."

Michael laughed, both lightly and worryingly as he tilted his head. "It is, Machine." he added. He is worried.

Someone will know that he had been courted and even worse, it was with this machine but they are in his private quarters, the chambers that was once... Once Lucifer's. Still, since they had danced the ritual here, this could be where a little white secret could lie until he will confess this sin. This sin that made him happy.

Michael cleared his throat gently as his wings folded and soon faded from existence. "W-Well, I enjoyed our time together." he said as his fist was placed behind his back and closed his eyes. "Please," He wanted V2 to leave back to his apartment but he hesitated. "It is getting late, do you think you can travel back to the Eighth Layer?"

V2 looked at the pillar that overlooks outside, stars have already decorated the skies as night time has begun and below were a small city and villages built since the Uproar after the Father's death. "I will but-" V2 turned over to Michael, with another question in mind. "Do you think that I could stay here, but for the night?" he asked as he used his hand to rub his arm. "I haven't seen an actual night like this." No. No you will not.

That's what he wanted to say.

"Of course, but only for one night... V2." He answered this instead.

V2 light up a little before bowing her head. "Thank you, Michael."

Michael bowed his head as well. "You are welcome, I hope you will enjoy the night." he said as he watched him sitting down and crossed his legs on one of many luxurious pillows to watch at the skies with wonder and silent joy.

Michael just wanted to offer her a room of her own but stopped himself. "Have a good night, V2." He bided good night before he turned and then headed towards his own resting chambers as V2 bids him a good evening as well.

Oh God Almighty, what is he even doing?

He had offered the machine to sleep over in the Eighth Sphere of Heaven for the night and only for the night. And all after that ritual of courtship!

He moved a fabric leading into his room away and letting it fall behind him as his head looked at it. He turned to his left arm and noticed new flowers have grown from the wounds. He must've accidentally scratched it during that dance as he carefully recognized them.

Peace lilies, cosmos and apple blooms.

No doubt this was related to the dance.

Michael turned to the fabric once again and peaked to see V2, still there right where he left her, watching the view and a dim lunar light before letting the fabric drop once again. It was the first time he had participated the ritual and he hoped it would also be the last yet.

His wings made from glass and metal, stamina long enough to keep up with him and the look in the optic. An angel of iron and blood he had greeted as an plan to restore Gabriel yet he could've known that this robot...

Never meant to be an replacement. Striped of purpose. Failed in securing something far from her reach. Stoic. Intelligent.

V2 was just like himself. He could come to talk to Raphael for advise on this newfound friendship but still on the same matter, maybe he could ask him if they could dance one more time before turning in for the night.

[sorrybutthisonestaken]

The one and only spider-woman

Ok let's start this from the beginning. And I mean the very beginning.

My name is Noa O'Hara. I know what you're thinking. He wasn't the Miguel you're thinking of. My universe is number 2023. Pretty different from his isn't it.

For the past year I have been the one and only spider woman. At least in my universe. I was bitten by a radioactive spider that gave me freaky powers and now I'm here. I think you know the rest.

I made a suit. Got a job. It's at a Cafe not the stereotypical photographer at the fault bugle. My dad got a raise at his job at the NYPD precinct. Everything was going great! Until the one time it didn't.

My tío Gabriel died in a confrontation against some guy trying to start a shootout at a mall. He, the good samaritan, tried to help and consequently got hurt. Seriously hurt. I tried to get him to help but he died right in my arms.

Something I learned very quickly is you can't save everyone when you play superhero. There is always gonna be someone you didn't see, didn't catch, didn't block. It's a curse that I have learned to live with. The guilt weighs heavy.

Worst thing is my dad holds me responsible…kind of. He saw the security footage of me trying to save my tío, but the anger phase of his grieving process still haunts me sometimes. I wonder, if tio hadn't died, would I have the confidence to tell papà? Maybe I would, but I can't concentrate on the what ifs.

My window barely makes a creek as I sneak my way in. The red light from my alarm clock illuminates the room just enough for me to not trip and fall on my ass. I quickly change out of my suit and into my pyjamas. It's a hassle with how tight the material is but I can manage.

My feet pad silently across the cold tile as I make my way to the kitchen. The door to dad's room is closed, so I don't have to worry about walking him. He's a deep sleeper most days anyways.

I'm halfway done serving myself a bowl of coco puffs when the light turns on and I cringe. The excess light hurts my eyes as I spin in a circle to find the culprit. Papà.

"A little late for a snack don't you think?" He Gruffs, his voice still hoarse from sleep. I sigh at the prospect of being caught, but then again I should have thought higher of the soon to be captain of the police force.

"Perdoname papà, I didn't mean to wake you" I apologize. I dont worry about the fact that I am awake or getting something to eat since he does this himself a lot too. My back turns to him as I continue doing what I started in the dark.

I hear him let out a sigh before the sound of his footsteps approaching fills the room. He leans against the counter beside me silently for a second.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks casually. It's a good attempt to make me open up. It would work on anyone else. But I'm not just anybody, at least not anymore.

"About what papà?" I shoot back without a glance. He can read me like an open book and if our eyes meet I'm done for. He knows this. I know this. Anyone that knows us knows this.

"Why you're up late?"

"Couldn't sleep"

"Anything bothering you?"

"Not at the moment no"

"Preciosa"

My movements halt with a clang of my spoon. He knows something has been up even before tio Gabriel's accident, he just can't tell what. Never before have we been this distante and it's killing the both of us really.

"Nothing's really wrong Papà. I'm just having a hard time sleeping that's all"

A hand squeezes my shoulder lightly and I turn my head to face him. He has that comforting look in his eyes, that soft smile he always gives me, and in general he just radiates comfort to me. It allows my walls to crack only slightly and I find myself hugging him not two seconds later.

"Sabes que me puedes decir lo que sea verdad?" He confirms, to which I nod my head.

"Ya se Papà. Y te lo voy a decir algún día, pero ahorita … no se como". The words escape no louder than a whisper, but he hears it all the same. I can tell by the way his arms tighten around me, but I don't very much care.

However somewhere in a universe far far away, a man watches through a screen. A frown deep set in his brow as the screen displays the scene. His red eyes ignorant to his own variant, and trained instead on the girl much like the one he lost all those years ago. He knows it's not her, but he can't help but imagine for a little longer.

"You haven't been out all morning since you checked this universe" a woman by the name of Lyla remarks, "your alright there boss?

A sigh escapes his lips before an automatic "I'm fine" tumbles out. The panel shuts off on command as he turns toward the hologram. "This kid completed a cannon event last year. Just making sure she's still on schedule for the next one" he excuses. His hand rubs over his face.

"When is her next one?" The woman asks hesitantly. It's the one thing she doesn't like about the job, having to hear about these kids loosing so much so quickly and so young.

"In about another year maybe, other minor ones might jump in first"

Miguel 2099 turns away from the displays entirely. With a tell tail thwip, he swings off the platform and down to the main floor. His head riddled with thoughts.

No, he schools himself, he won't allow himself to get attached. He has already lost his daughter twice does he really want to go for a third? No way. He won't let it happen.

And yet when he returns to his station later that night, an empanada less hungry now, he can't stop himself. He searches for the universe he discovered earlier and just watches. He can't stop himself from watching.

Translations:

Tio: uncle

Papà: dad

Perdoname papà: forgive me dad/sorry dad

Preciosa: precious

Sabes que me puedes decir lo que sea verdad: you know you can tell me anything right

Ya se Papà. Y te lo voy a decir algún día, pero ahorita … no se como: I know dad. And I will tell you one Day, but right now...I don't know how

[sweetmapple]

Gabriel voice crack save me…

Gabriel voice crack

Save me Gabriel voice crack

[mutifandomlover]

In honor of fnaf 4's anniversary today, I decided to rewrite one of my stories from the 30-day writing challenge from April. I am mainly doing this, but I don't like how it was written, and I wanted to add to the story that I'm creating within the fnaf universe.

Original story:Storm Blackout.

New story:Survivors' Guilt.

The sound of rain pounded on the house roof. Occasionally, thunder would crack, and lightning would flash through the windows. The house was pitch black and quiet. It was almost quiet. August Robinson stood in front of his bed, flashlight in hand. He was waiting for the monsters to come. The monsters that were haunting him. He went to one of the doors and pressed his ear against it. He heard breathing on the other side, and then one of the monsters began to speak.

"You can't hide in there forever."

The voice was disoriented and glitchy. He peeked his head through the door to see a horrifying version of Bonnie. The blue rabbit had a lot of holes in its suit. Its claws and teeth were sharp. August quickly shut the door on the rabbit and it began banging on the door.

"Why did you let him trick me?!"

"I...I didn't let him trick you..."

"I was trying to warn you, Jeremy."

The banging stopped after a minute. August sighed before checking the hallway. He shined the light down the hallway. He couldn't see Bonnie anymore. As he stepped back inside the room, he heard something on the other side of the room. He went to the other door and peeked through. He was a creepy version of Chica that looked similar to Bonnie with the holes in the suit and the sharp teeth and claws. Her cupcake had sharp teeth like hers.

"You shouldn't have left us behind."

August slammed the door and Chica began shaking the doorknob.

"You let the yellow rabbit kill me. You're a horrible friend for that!"

"Susie, I'm sorry, I didn't know how to help you."

A few minutes passed, and the shaking stopped. August peeked out the door again, and Chica was gone.

"Someone, please wake me up..."

August noticed the closet doors rustling. He headed over to them and shined his light. Foxy was there with his sharp hook and long metal claws.

"You're not getting away!"

Foxy laughed before trying to charge towards August. He shut the closet doors and Foxy banged on the doors.

"You left us!"

"You left us all to die!"

"Fritz, I didn't want to leave you guys but I didn't have a choice."

The banging stopped once more. August slumped down by the bed . He felt something rub up against his skin. He turned around to see Freddy in the same nightmare like fashion as the others. He picked up August and began laughing at him.

"You didn't even try to save us!"

August shined the light in Freddy's eyes before running to the closet and hid in there.

"Where are you, traitor?!"

"Gabriel, please forgive me."

"I don't know how I survived, and I don't know how to help you."

As he was hiding, he felt a breeze of cold air hit his back. He shivered, and something touched his shoulders. He looked up to see a yellow bear with the same sharp claws and teeth as the others. The bear had a purple hat on its head and a purple bowtie around its neck. August began shivering in fear.

"F- Fredbear?"

"We know who our friends are, and you are not one of them."

Fredbear picked him up and threw him out of the closet. August hit his head against the edge of the bed and lost the flashlight. He rubbed his head as Fredbear got closer to him.

"Please, leave me alone."

The other animatronics appeared in the room and surrounded August. He was trapped. The animatronics stood there laughing at him as Fredbear picked him up again by his shirt.

"Why did you leave us behind, Auggie?"

"I thought we were friends."

The bear spoke in a mocking tone to August, calling him by the nickname that his friends called him.

"Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie, Fritz, and me."

"All of us were killed because you ran away and didn't try to help us!"

"How would you like that if you were in danger and we decided not to help you."

"Would you like it, you would?!"

"N no!"

"Then why did you do it to us?!"

"I was trying to find help Cassidy!"

"I didn't want to leave you guys but I didn't have a choice."

"I tried to go back in there, but my dad dragged me out of the building!"

"Liar!"

The animatronic screamed in August's face before the suit turned black, and the purple accessories turned yellow.

"You let them shove me into Fredbear, and then you sat there staring instead of going to get help."

"What's to say that you didn't do the same to them?"

"Evan, I tried to save you!"

"I was scared, I didn't know what to do!"

"I'll show what my pain was like."

The bear began changing from yellow to black as he opened his jaw. August tried to get out of Fredbears grasp. He began screaming at the top of his lungs for help.

"Someone please wake me up!"

"Mom, dad, please, anyone!"

"Wake me up!"

"Wake me up!"

"Wake-"

Fredbear's jaw went down on August's head. He felt the teeth sinking into his body before everything went black.

He woke up in a cold sweat. His heart was pounding, and his hands were shivering and a chill going down his spine. He got up and went to the restroom to check his forehead. There were no bite marks on him. No bleeding, no cuts, he was completely fine. He went back to his room and laid down on the bed. He reflected on the events that led to him having these nightmares. It started on Evan's birthday at Fredbears Family Diner. Evan's older brother Michael and his friends were bullying Evan. They decided to shove him into Fredbear's jaw as a joke. August tried to stop him, but it was useless. Fredbear's jaw went down and crushed Evan's head. August was in so much shock that he let out a scream without realizing it. Then something else bad happened at Freddy's. He was hanging out with his friends. Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie, Fritz, and Cassidy. Spring Bonnie showed up out of nowhere and offered to take Susie to her dog. August didn't trust Spring Bonnie and tried to convince her not to follow him, but she went anyway. Spring Bonnie came back without Susie and convinced Fritz, Gabriel, and Jeremy to follow him. August again tried to tell his friends that following a stranger was a bad idea. They ignored him and went with Spring Bonnie. Spring Bonnie came back and convinced Cassidy to come with him for a surprise. August was practically begging her not to go, but she went with him, and then he came back and dragged August to the safe room. He showed August his friends stuffed inside the animatronic suits. Spring Bonnie attempted to attack August with a knife, but August managed to escape from him. He ran and told his father and Henry, his father's boss, about what he saw. The police were called, and August attempted to go back into the safe room to see if it was his friends, but his dad stopped him. He was questioned by the police about it. It was a long nerve-racking process. The night after the incident was when the nightmares began happening. He started seeing nightmare-ish versions of Freddy and his friends. As well as Fredbear and some black bear. Every now and then, there was a nightmare like version of the Marionette, but it never attacked him. It just watched him.

"Why is this happening to me?"

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"Is this my punishment for failing to save my friends?"

"I know I shouldn't blame myself for what happened to Evan, but I felt like I could've done something to save him."

"I could've pulled him away from Michael and told my dad or Mr. Afton about what Michael was trying to do."

"I shouldn't blame myself for what happened to my friends, but I should've done something instead of running away like a coward."

August folded his arms and buried his head in them as he began crying.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

He repeated that phrase over and over for a long time. He spoke till his throat hurt, and he cried till his eyes were dry. From behind him, a voice whispered to him.

"Tomorrow is another day."

23/7/15. Happy 8 years to fnaf 4!

[archangelsixteen]

Fixation, While the light never fades. 2021

With the house eerily quiet, a stillness around our abode despite the broken heirlooms and glass strewn about the floor, a true brawl. A fight to death, a fight to keep my body walking among man. I wish i never came home today. How my lover nails me to a cross, he cruifies me, quite literally. I could gag at the thought of my body being reborn and becoming his own personal jesus, i am hardly even human let alone one without sin. I'll be dead before I could be lifted up and pinned against the wood. The hand of the clock brushes right under midnight, he sets up the massive cross in his garden. Under the moon, above the wilting flowers, all with whatever divine being watching. The “ heavens '' refuse to save me, this mistake is mine alone. His eyes shift everyso often from the cross to me. Once he finishes he lets his hand drop, my heartbeat is knocking on my eardrum. How is everything so loud? The sounds of nightbirds, the stray leaves flying, that voice of his smoothly floating into the air. “ i hope youre not too mad at me for this, i am nothing but selfish “, choosing his words carefully, speaking completely devoid of recklessness. He turns his head, he faces me. I can feel the water from my eyes soaking the bandages tying my lips together. my face is sloppy, my body feels like it’s melting in a furnace. Burning against the chair everything feels tight. His fists covered in my blood that melts into his skin like acid, his arms riddled with bites from defense; evidence of my lost battle . He glows under the radiance of the far moonlight. Fight or flight, fight or flight. Beg for mercy, Beg for mercy. I´ll right my wrongs for you just give me mercy.

But jesus was deprived of pity, so its only right that i am the same. He damaged and doped up my body and left me without my weight. I don't feel anything past my neck, so it no longer exists to me. in this very moment i could feel my soul trying to escape my body, before it too could be harmed. He took my body with his filthy, charred hands. Carrying my form, lifting it so high above the grass, above the flowers. I am above his head, on this cross is where i belong. I am the drugs running through my system, the pills he forced down my throat. He is surrounded by insanity so he looks at me like i am no longer human. I feel the cold distance of his stare, the loving gaze is nothing but a memory in my last living moments. Even if I am reincarnated, I wish to never see him again for I will bare the same fate as now. He lifts me up against the cross, my bare body against the smooth wood, “ only the best wood for you. “ He talks to me like he still loves me, yet he shows no regret or remorse.

Time is escaping, he has to start. he grabs a hammer and a nail that would be sure to stick not only through me but the cross as well. he prepares himself for the blood splatter, lining up the nail with my bone and slamming the hammer down. he soaks himself in blood and cracks my bone clean in half. I scream as pain swells up my senses and leaves with a tingle aftertaste. Oh how he eyes my wound, he is proud to do this with me, in his eyes he is serving me. He lacks remorse, it has been long replaced with righteousness.

This is addiction disguised as devotion, he is gabriel disguised as satan. Let the birds sing me to sleep, I want to rest now. The steel has pierced my blood stream. He hammers down my other hand, i am nothing but unmovable flesh from this point forward. Detach me from this cross and watch my body hit the ground.

Once done with my arms that are now obsolete, he moves to my feet. I couldn’t feel when the nails punctured my feet, but i watched as the warm tingle trickled down my feet and into the grass, i am stained here. The muffled words no and please leave my body repeatedly until they are coined as my last sayings, crying enough to fill up a pond that has since dried up. He does nothing though, he finishes forcing the nail into my left foot.

The crucifixion is now finished. As if lit on fire, every part of my body that is not hung to the cross burns with each drift of wind. He rises, our faces a little closer than before. “ don’t you feel better? `` No, I don't, I feel wrong. I'm draining, my blood is draining. my head can’t do anything but hang there. My screams are only echoed in my head, my body is refusing to hear anything but that. Everything he mouths is on mute, i can’t even feel his fingers brush against my face. The surroundings, everything is red. His face is dressed in splatters of me, his pores are full of me. I have been used by you til the very end, i lay here in his garden. My lover has worked hard, he heaves a sigh. My body mutilated and he sighs. Our house is broken and he sighs. I am dead and he sighs. Nothing matters, he is walking away from me. Laying his tools on the table, he leaves his crimes in his backyard. He goes into his home, probably to wash the deed off of him with soap i bought. I am left here until every ounce of fluid has piled in the grass for the animals to take interest, Let the morning sun rise and behold his creation.

[radicalrascals]

@etxrnaleclipse for the miscellaneous angst starters meme

get the hell away from me. (Carlos to any muse you feel fits)

Gabriel's heart pounded in his chest as he crept down the cold, damp steps of the basement. The dim light cast long, ominous shadows on the cracked walls, and the smell of decay assaulted his nostrils. The air was thick and oppressive, the faint drip of water echoing in the stillness. He paused at the bottom, ears straining for any sound that might betray the presence of another. Satisfied that he was alone, he moved swiftly towards the far corner where the gang's "trophy" was kept; a bound and gagged police officer.

As Gabriel's shadow loomed over the other, the once-thief noticed the bloodshot eyes, rimmed with dark circles and glistening with what he could only guess was fear. His uniform was torn and dirty, his face bruised and smeared with dried blood. His wrists were raw and bloody from the tight bindings. Gabriel crouched down, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible, and removed the gag - only to be met with a natural response of terror and defiance.

"Shh, I'm here to help," Gabriel whispered urgently, his voice smooth and calm. "I'm a friend, okay?" He hesitated. Frowning. "Well, I wouldn't go that far. But I'm definitely the closest thing you have to a friend right now." He flashed a charming, reassuring smile, hoping to instil some semblance of trust. "I need you to stay quiet so we don't attract attention."

Oh, he couldn't blame the cop if he didn't buy it. The situation was dire, and trust was a scarce commodity. Glancing over his shoulder, Gabriel's paranoia flared. Every creak and groan of this sorry building made his nerves jangle. He didn't care if his assignment went pear shaped if it meant he could save a life. While at the same time he needed to prove to Steven, that he could be a reliable asset in fighting crime.

With deft, nimble fingers, Gabriel picked the lock on the chain binding Carlos. The click of the lock releasing was a small victory, but time was still their enemy. To reassure Carlos, Gabriel pulled up his pant leg to reveal an ankle monitor. "Look, I know this might not make you feel better, but I'm working for the good guys now," he tried to explain. "If you still have doubts after we get out of here, call Detective Steven Carlisle at the LAPD. Tell him a handsome hero with brown hair, brown eyes, and a fabulous moustache saved you."

He flashed a charming smile which vanished quickly. "Right now," Gabriel continued, his tone gentle but firm, "the most important thing is to get you out of here." He pulled the officer back to his feet, his weight almost having a fragile quality to it and Gabriel's heart ached for the suffering he must have endured.

The sound of footsteps above snapped him back to the present. With a suave but urgent grace, Gabriel took Carlos's arm, his movements confident and fluid despite the tension. "Stay close and move quietly," he whispered, flashing another reassuring smile. "We'll be out of here in no time."

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Good Omens fic recs #2

A/C, 105k words.  After S2, Aziraphale goes to Heaven and Crowley reads his diaries.  All of them.  This person's Aziraphale voice is incredibly vibrant and great, and the Crowley and Muriel friendship is really well-crafted.  Also there is a lot of porn that is pretty good.  Porn quality in this fandom is exceptional.

A/C, Gabriel/Beezlebub, 14k words.  This fic is so WEIRD.  Like in a very good way mostly but also in a very weird way, plot-wise.  The Gabriel/Beezlebub stuff made me want like, a ton of fic about their ridiculous lives together.  The base plot of this story is that after S2, Crowley disappears from Earth entirely, and when Aziraphale finds out, he panics and is determined to find him, no matter what.  It's both angsty and very funny.

A/C, 5k. A fun S2 fix-it in which Aziraphale sneaks away from Heaven to get married to Crowley and then they save the world.  This is just a lovely light-hearted fix-it that made me feel better about the Final Fifteen.

A/C, 15k words.  This is a they fall in love throughout the ages fic which is one of my favorite kinds.  This author writes a lot of delightful crack and filthy porn mostly and I would recommend a lot of their stuff; this particular fic does not contain crack or porn, just romance.

A/C, 4k words.  Set directly after S2.  Crowley and Muriel slowly become friends.  Aziraphale writes letters to Crowley.  This isn't a fix-it, it's like a pretty little interlude, so it's sad but really sweet.

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In this moment more than ever, the motel room felt oppressively small, the faint smell of Mezcal mingling with the acrid tang of desperation. But when their eyes met, the weight of their shared history silenced everything else. Gabriel nodded and leaned forward to press a brief kiss to Vicente's forehead. "I know what to do," he murmured, his voice steady despite the turmoil behind his eyes. Then he turned away, shoving his guilt aside, and got to work.

Gabriel hefted one of the duffel bags full of cash and swung it hard at the bathroom window, the glass shattering outward in a spray of jagged shards. He reached for his jackknife and sliced a strip from the hem of his shirt, draping it carefully over the jagged edge of the windowpane. It was a subtle touch, the kind of detail that would sell the illusion of a desperate escape through the broken glass. Satisfied, he pocketed a modest stack of bills from the remaining bag. Just enough to disappear with.

The rest of the cash went into the bathtub, and adjusting the angle of the shower head to face away from the tub, the hiss of water soon filled the small room. Spray splattering everywhere but directly onto the money, making the scene look chaotic and random. But then he flicked a lighter, the tiny flame catching on the bills. Smoke erupted instantly, curling toward the ceiling like a living thing. Gabriel backed out of the bathroom and shut the door, jamming a damp towel against the crack to contain the smoke and save their lungs. The fire was meant to distract from the escape route, though the escape route through the window was only a distraction in itself.

His real exit was already in sight: the vent next to the bed, almost fully pried open during the call between Vic had and his Paulo. But as the thief crouched down to finalise his work on the vent, the motel phone rang, its harsh buzz slicing through the haze adrenaline. Gabriel froze for half a heartbeat, then grabbed the receiver. His voice instantly changing to fit his role. "You're gonna listen real close, compadre. First, call an ambulance. Call them right the fuck now. Second, if someone is listening in on us, you better give us some privacy. Just you and me, Theo. Understood?"

Vic took slow, deep breaths as he felt himself calming down. The pain was something he had become familiar with over the years, the punishment for doing something wrong. He couldn't even recall where it had come from, but it had been there for a long time. The desire to cause himself pain for his wrongdoings. But he tried to focus on Gabriel's words and he pulled back from the embrace to meet his friend's gaze.

"Obrigado... Gracias..." The words were whispered as he glanced towards the window. "There's only so much time, Gabriel. You need to figure out how to get out of here before they take you out. Whatever you need to do, just do it and get out of here."