#then there is an angel... a ghoul... and idk what the fuck to call him but he isn't a normal guy.

[astrxealis]

on a whim and in spite of my responsibilities i have started on making a whole 9 chapter self-indulgent fic for mr. grim reaper from the hit game 'a date with death'

[madangel19]

Oh. All the Prompts are very nice, I can't decide.

"You're mine" with Swiss and Delia, Please?

Oh boi, this is a perfect prompt for these two and now I can finally work on it >:3

Warnings: Spooning sex (idk what's it's called, but they're spooning), vaginal sex, daddy kink, somnophilia, implied oral, fluff and smut, a little bit of a breeding kink splashed in there

Word Count: 1571

Rehearsals had run a lot later than Swiss was used to. The multi ghoul stretched his aching back as he made his way back down to the ghoul den. The rest of the pack was slowly making their way down. All of them didn’t say much to each other. It was definitely a harder rehearsal that left everyone exhausted and ready for bed. 

Hopefully he didn’t leave Delia waiting for him too long. He had promised a nice romantic evening together, but things took a turn during rehearsal and Copia wasn’t pleased until they got everything just right. 

He noticed a nearby clock on the wall and saw that it was well past 1 AM. She was probably asleep unless she decided to stay up for him. Even if she was asleep, he would still absolutely love just crawling into bed and snuggling up beside her. Maybe the right amount of touching and quintessence would awaken her for some lazy fucking before passing out together. 

He murmured several good nights to his fellow pack members who went off in small groups or by themselves to their rooms. The ghoulettes all went to Cumulus’s room together. Dewdrop and Aether went into Dew’s room, the smaller ghoul clinging onto the quintessence ghoul like a tired child. Rain and Mountain went to their own rooms, not saying much to anyone. Most of the time, Swiss would have gone with one of them or taken some of them to his room, but he had his favorite human to cuddle up with. She didn’t need to sleep in a ghoul’s nest all by her lonesome. 

Swiss opened his door where he was greeted by the combined smell of lavender and weed that hung heavy in his room. He paused, sighing in content while breathing in that sweet smell that was coming from his bed. He noticed several incense burners in the room before his focus went to his bed. Laying on top of the covers was Delia, who was fast asleep while clutching one of his dress shirts to her chest. She was dressed in an enticing see-through purple babydoll nightgown that perfectly showed off her body. Her purple hair had been let down from her usual bun, letting it splay out around her and making her look all the more angelic. On the nightstand was a half-finished blunt and a lighter along with several vibrators, a dildo and a bottle of lube. The poor thing must have been waiting so long for him that she decided to enjoy herself. He was definitely going to have to make up for making her wait so long. 

Swiss took a moment to take in every sweet detail of her before undressing and putting on a simple pair of boxer shorts. He would shower in the morning, preferably with her joining him. 

He crawled into bed next to her, purring softly as he wrapped his arms around her middle. She felt so soft. Much softer than usual. She smelled like the sweet-scented soaps in the bathroom. She even bathed for this. How adorable. 

Delia grunted in her sleep when his arms were around her. She briefly stirred, her arms slowly moving to touch where he was holding her. 

“Mmm, Swiss?” She murmured, slowly lifting her head and looking around sleepily. 

“I’m here, sweetheart. You go back to sleep,” Swiss cooed, nuzzling her cheek and using his quintessence on her to make her all the more comfortable. 

“I…I was waiting…so long. I wanted to see…you,” Delia whispered, taking his right hand and placing it over her breast. He chuckled and gave it a gentle squeeze, his smile growing when he felt her heart beat faster. 

“I wanted to see you too, baby. Rehearsal just took longer. I can make it up to you if you want,” Swiss whispered back before planting a kiss on her neck, getting a delightful shiver from her. 

“I…might fall asleep since it’s…so late. I want you…to feel good.”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Just let me put you back to sleep in my own special way and in the morning, we can have as much fun as you want,” he purred, giving her breast another squeeze as he slowly grinded against her. 

Her thighs were already wet from when she was pleasuring herself, adding another wonderfully delicious smell to her. In just a few moments, he was going to make her even more wet and he would gladly clean the mess he made while she slept.

“Mm, I’m…already warmed up for you, daddy,” Delia moaned, slowly wiggling her ass and pressing it against his already growing boner. 

“Perfect,” Swiss crowed, removing his boxers with ease, freeing his cock.

He pulled her closer to him, his cock rubbing against her thighs. The combined smells coming from his favorite human had him beyond aroused. He needed to be inside her now or else he would just cum from rubbing against her thighs.

“Lift your leg for me, baby,” he said.

Delia obeyed. Swiss grabbed a hold of her butter-soft thigh, squeezing it and adoring the way her flesh felt under his claws. He slowly pushed himself into her, hissing in pleasure at how soft and wet she already was for him. Delia moaned adorably as he slowly thrusted in and out of her. Even if he were to cum quickly from this, they still had plenty of time together in the morning. If he was lucky, he would wake up before her and fuck her awake.

“You’re so sweet for me, Delia. You’re mine. All mine,” he purred in her ear. 

“I…I’m yours, daddy,” Delia moaned, gripping the sheets beneath her. He pushed harder into her upon hearing her calling him his favorite term of affection. It made him all the more eager to fill her up with his kits. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to knock you up, Delia. Seeing you round and…and full of my kits is gonna make me go crazy,” he growled in her ear. 

He wrapped his tail around her leg and removed his hand so he could reach around and grab a handful of her breasts. Even with his large hands covering her breasts, they could never hold enough.

“I…I’m already round, daddy,” Delia said with a giggle before it turned into a beautiful moan when he lovingly squeezed her nipples between his claws.

“You know what I mean, baby,” Swiss replied.

He let out a hiss the deeper he thrusted into her with ease. The lube helped him with reaching further into her. 

Seconds passed and he could feel her pussy clenching around him as her little moans turned to the sweetest gasps. His tail was starting to tremble while keeping her leg up. He was already so close. 

“You…you ready for me, baby?” He murmured while slowly picking up the pace. 

“I am, daddy. Give it to me,” his beloved little human moaned, her hand clutching his. He interlaced his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb over her hand before spilling himself into her with a low growl. He held back the urge to bite down on her soft flesh while pumping her full of his hot seed. He didn’t want to ruin her when she was so soft and beautiful like this. 

Delia sighed softly as he filled her, melting into him and feeling like a sweet dream. Swiss unwrapped his tail from around her leg, letting it carefully drop down. Once he was sure he was done filling her up, he relaxed around her, his cock still deep inside her. 

“That feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before kissing it. 

“It did. Thank you, Swiss,” Delia whispered back to him. 

She shifted her body, causing him to pull out of her as she turned to face him. Swiss grunted at the change, not wanting to pull out just yet, but once she was looking up at him while nestled safely in his arms, he quickly changed his mind. She smiled at him sleepily and reached up to caress his face. Swiss purred happily, closing his eyes in pure bliss as he leaned into her touch. 

“I love you,” she cooed before yawning adorably. 

“I love you too, baby. Get some sleep. I’ll clean you up,” he purred, kissing her tenderly and filling her lungs with the smoke he used to put people to sleep. Delia smiled into the kiss with a happy sigh before she became limp in his arms. Swiss chuckled as he pulled away from the kiss and admired his work. 

“See you in the morning, Delia. I’ll wake you with a surprise,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers going down to gently prod at her soaking pussy. Delia shivered in her sleep and instinctively bit her lower lip. 

“Yes…daddy,” she murmured in her sleep.

“I’m going to give you the sweetest dreams, sweetheart,” Swiss purred, slowly planting kisses all over her face and chest before making his way down to the sweet treat in between her legs. 

He paused to yawn and rested his head on her thighs, gazing up at Delia lovingly as she breathed calmly with such a pleasant smile on her lips. If he ended up falling asleep in between her legs, then he wouldn’t mind. It was simply a dream come true. 

“Fuck, I love you, Delia,” he murmured before continuing to kiss her thighs.

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 09x10 Road Trip

“I was probably right to be skeptical that he’s not dead, but I think they’re trying to tell us that Kevin Tran is dead” “If you stand any closer, you’ll fkn burn yourself” “They just did that to light up his face and ear” “is the ear part of the face?” “crust” “What did Dean like about Kevin Tran so much?” Dean feels responsible

“I got that” Dean isn’t emoting healthily

“I think he realized that only after he destroyed $10K of lamps” “what the fuck? That was so weird” “maybe should have called security” “what’s the bottle next to the gun? Oh it’s table salt!” “It’s salt” “the pretty gun is purty expensive” “where was Cas at that time?” Cas was freshly human

“The lighting is fkn delicious” “well let’s start with torture and needles and other creepy shit” “or we can go to Crowley. That makes more sense” “I’m right up there with Crowley’s ask” “wouldn’t that imply that Plan B is better? I know he’s trying to convey his plan is better” “Way to show all your cards man” “inexplicably” “Does he not know he needs to put gas in it?” “oh it’s the pimp mobile” laughter

“He fkn said it” “I said the same thing”

“Did he think the gas goes in the butt like Dean’s car?” “Why are they both in the back?” “Oh yeah bud” “Hell yeah” “who did he kill?” He was the only who let the snake in the garden “I already forgot” “Is this how all cults get started? Jesus fkn Christ” “yes muffins” “bloody muffins” laughter

“Well shit” “This was Plan A, for real?” “When was Dr. Sexy?” Idk. Like S4

“Phallus on wheels?” 

Laughter “what” “that’s such a canned thing” “he’s fkn killing people” “gotta kill an asshole” “oh never mind” “what?” “Is he not a wise man? Is he one of the 3 dwarves?” NO, he’s not a wiseman who visited Jesus LMAO

“If this guy stabs his friend, all angels are shit.” “Except for Cas I guess” “I shouldn’t generalize, but a lot of them are shitty” “I hate those light switches. Those half-cocked sideways things’

“That’s a lot of jello powder” “with the fist thing” “why would you ever tell your boss that?” “Sorry ma’am. Just playing both sides” “some fkn party” “ghouls and cheerleaders? I want that episode” “That would have been a good episode. They realize they’re in the angel dream. That would have been a better way to write that. Would have been so badass” “Is this just brain damage that the angels can fix?” “just gotta lobotomize him no worries” laughter

“Small talk” “you split up and didn’t work together so….” “he made some ass joke” “you damn sonuvabitch” laughter

“Dean wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for Gadreel so idk” “can’t or won’t?” “not even king of hell would do this without getting paid first” laughter “what the hell man. He’s so good with the words. It’s crazy” “just a weird thing” “it is a bad joke.” “can’t he just say the word again?” “I need a go word” “We don’t have a go word” We can come up with one “Isn’t it Gadreel’s dream that he invented?” “gulp” “That’ll leave him all in one piece no problem” “oh yes the Lincoln” “Is’nt that brand dead now?” “the goodest guy” “he planned that out” “that was good though” laughter

“They don’t have him miked up very well so it sounds funny. That’s what I’m laughing about” “they must not believe in lawyers and health care directives” laughter

“How many sons of bitches are there?” “the fkn lighting man is so good” “so fkn good” “like in some shows, it doesn’t feel intentional but this one feels like a paintbrush”

[badass-at-fandoming]

Just Little Malkavian Things ~

Malkavians these days can do nothing but de-conceptualize, Dement, eat hot chip, and lie.

Since people seemed to enjoy the #JustLittleVentrueThings VTMB adventure, here's a matching Malkavian one. Though I'm gonna be real with ya here, I had less fun D:

I finally figured out why I have such trouble wrapping my head around depictions of Malkavians in VTM media. Books, Storytellers, and fans say it's like having a mental illness and being linked to a massive group chat. But, listen, I've lived around and with mental illness all my life. I've been in massive group chats. Being Malkavian ain't like that.

It IS like being an early-twenties English major in the midst of an existential crisis, over-worked and cross-faded outta your skull and watching horror movies to Cope(TM)

So it's like drugs. It's like you had too much weed and too much wine and are let loose on Los Angeles. Which. My friends and I have and we, coincidentally, also "fought" a stop sign. The Malkavian PC never really seemed like a character to me: she's like a collection of cliches and dude-bros doing blunts while watching slasher movies. I named her Liotta after the Psychic Shop owner, and I'm sad Liotta didn't really get to be a person.

I wasn't surprised by any of the dialog. It's a pattern. Alliteration, allusion, animal joke. Alliteration, allusion, animal joke. It lost its charm.

Often, I didn't know what the FUCK I was saying. Which is the Malkavian Experience(TM), according to Rosa.

Anyway

Nonsense time

Most characters have an extra paragraph of dialog to Acknowledge That You Are A Malkavian. Some get an extra conversation branch. For example, there's lots of new Bertie dialog and he was all impressed Liotta knows about Gehenna and Thin-bloods <3. The Anarchs characters, especially Skelter, get a lot more. Skelter, Ash, and Liotta totally vibe.

If you sneak around the Santa Monica drug house, they talk about Mercurio?? Hello?? Mercurio, you bent Masquerade by not getting beat up real good.

Zero pretense about Voerman. Yes, I have DID; yes, I am making it your problem.

When Liotta talked to Beckett, he said the DID was "something to look forward to." Goddamnit, Beckett. That's not how the Bane or mental illness works! >:-(

I've never sneaked before!!! Did you know that the Tong AND the American gang downtown have fakes in their suitcases??? Like, Full On, "it's just stuffed with newspapers, brah." They were going to kill each other over newspapers. For some reason the Tong brought the REAL suitcase along too, but I'm so past having VTM make any sort of sense. It's fine.

Accidentally pissed off Nines. I meant farmer (affectionate) and Nines thought I meant farmer (derogatory). :(

The Dementation powers are (a) pretty purple loop-de-loops, (b) not as effective as Dominate (reaaaallyyy missed a good AOE attack), and (c) oddly enough, gave more compassionate dialog choices. I mean. In the pen-and-paper version, Dementation isn't conflict-focused, so the devs had to jigger it to use as attacks. But I was touched when Liotta made Hannah believe she was Paul, so Hannah got to say goodbye. Making Samantha believe Liotta was a pet turtle was funny and spared her the pain of her friend vanishing a second time. Heather thinks her entire experience was a dream and returns to her life, more or less unscathed.

Boris?? Asked Liotta to kill Venus for him???? DUDE, WHAT. I didn't know he could counter-offer!! What happens if you take up his offer? Who controls Confession? Does it close down??

Pro Tip: don't trust the pale woman in a cowboy stripper outfit who comes out of your vent and tells you everything's fine.

I went through an ENTIRE Ventrue playthrough without puking and Liotta ate one (1) unhoused person and blew chunks. I didn't realize Diseased Blood was a threat. What happens if you skip the Plague-bearer quest? Should you just never chomp on the Downtown unhoused community?

Strauss called Liotta "young one" and I was like, sir. You're not Beckett, you can't trick me.

A rat dances in the Downtown sewers and tells Liotta that the grass is greener in someone else's asshole.

And also will take you places.

Do you know what it's like for a Capri Sun to suddenly start speaking and offer taxi services.

LaCroix: how did Bach find me??? also LaCroix: [names his company after himself] [lives in Ventrue Tower]

Liotta told Beckett that Kindred are a joke and I got extra EXP for being so sneaky.

DMP produced snuff films even before Andrei???!!!! I thought all the blood was from the lil geo-dudes.

Liotta agreed with Andrei that Caine is here and boot-scooting around in his lil Angst Mobile. :D

As bad as Liotta was in group fights, she repeatedly made bosses cower and stand quietly while she beat them to death. Andrei had a full on lay-on-the-floor temper tantrum in his war form and Liotta just. Smacked him until he exploded. She didn't even take damage!

Imalia's computer password is ALSO "cleopatra." Just like Tawni's! Dual reference to the Embrace type

IDK why I never asked this before, but, um, who does Mitnick share the bunk bed with? Barabus..?

I went back to the Empire Hotel Penthouse suite to fetch the educational book and the Russian mob dudes were still there?? Hello, sirs, your leader is dead. You can leave now.

Liotta heard the real thoughts of the Red Dragon hostess...and also some debate about the Dark Father's presence in LA, heehee.

I thought it was fun that one of the "take me away, Cabbie!" taxi replies mentioned riding in a car like father and child. :D

"Why is the Mandarin giggling at me" is a sentence that came out of my face.

With the different dialog options, sometimes it's impossible to be polite to NPCs. For example: Liotta could only call VV "dolly/doll/toy doll" instead of her preferred names; the Chinatown gun seller felt frightened, thinking we were Police or Immigration.

Some great fourth wall breaks in the dialog: "I don't want to get involved either, but tell that to whoever is playing me!" to Beckett after the Giovanni Mansion.

"You can't spell success without whatever the hell my name is."

"If I cannot win with effort, I will cheat my way to victory. I am gone." Funnily enough, this was my first run where I didn't hack in to boost stats.

"I just want it to end. I feel like I've been playing forever."

Some nice wider lore references: "I devour knowledge like the great worm devours the corpse of society" could refer to how Salout, in tapeworm form, is devouring Tremere's body and destabilizing the Clan and/or Kindred night society.

"They should have a channel devoted to you in my head" to Beckett. In his Diary, Beckett witnesses Malkavians devouring Malkav and may or may not join the Cobweb (PS check out this great fanfic where he does).

This made me stare into space for a minute and question my life choices. During the Sabbat massacre, Liotta didn't snack on any of the blood doll ghouls (ya know, the ones with the eyes gouged out). She had such high Inspection + Finance that she had $4k in her wallet and could buy blood. I wanted to test a rumor that if you don't feed on the blood dolls, you get extra EXP. You do. BUT anywAY, right before the Tremere miniboss, Liotta was sword-fighting some goons and the blood doll...attacked him for her? Like. He moved on his own. When the goon was dead, the blood doll asked if Liotta was all right. This might have been a glitch but...the horrific implications that those men are still conscious, still willful, still feeling. ACK. I hope they got out the next morning.

RIP Ming Xiao. Flamethrower right to the tiddies.

I stole @ryttu3k's idea and noclipped through the werewolf section. Liotta still killed the Garou, but I didn't want the stress.

Caine is very Caine. "Don't you get it? We've already been judged!"

Liotta went Anarch because what little backstory I came up for her was she considered Smiling Jack her sire. Nines complimented her ability to murder.

Sheriff got sooooo dizzy that he fell over right onto Liotta's sword 27 times.

Dancing werewolf ending! Seemed fitting. :D

[generallynerdy]

#SaveCrowley (Monster Hunter!Ineffable Husbands & F!Reader)

Summary: Anthony J. Crowley did not want to be here, in an abandoned house in the middle of the night. And he certainly did not want to be the first to check out the crash in the hallway. It’s probably a rat, he told himself again. Just a rat. OH FUCK--

Requested by & Anon: I had an idea (just so you know, I also sent this to another blog , but I'm not sure when they'll post it/ I can't remember who it was) for a monster hunter! AU where reader is Crowley's sister and she and Az go monster hunting all the time! And, like, Crowley doesn't believe in the supernatural, but he's pretty sure his sister and best friend are gonna die without him, so he goes with them every time. So, like, Crowley is the skeptic, Reader is the instigator, and Az is like an excited puppy

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: it’s really short, idk if this is exactly like the request, i’m not good at writing good omens it’s been a while since i watched, cursing, is this a Human!AU? No one knows Word Count: 920

Note: high key might not write good omens after these requests,,,there’s a lot of stuff i don’t super vibe with writing wise at the moment lmao but i wanted to get this done. ALSO since crowley and aziraphale use he/him in this fic it’s titled & tagged Ineffable Husbands, but i’m 100% willing to use any pronouns for them in the future

    “Aziraphale! Hurry up, we’re gonna miss sundown!”

    The voice that called into the bookstore was that of a sweet young woman, a sweet young woman who had practically ruined her brother’s life.

    “Coming, dear girl,” Aziraphale replied.

    He sauntered vaguely down into the main area of his store, finding that his two best friends were already there, waiting for him. (Y/N) looked raring to go, as usual, but her brother was less than pleased.

    Anthony J. Crowley did not want to be here. He didn’t want to go into an abandoned building at midnight and he certainly didn’t want to spend his time searching for monsters that didn’t exist.

    “Come now, Crowley, you look miserable,” Aziraphale teased.

    “You know damn well that I am,” he huffed.

    (Y/N) snorted and elbowed her brother. “Come on, Ant. We always have so much fun in creepy houses at midnight.”

    “I hate you.”

    “You do not!”

    “Enough, enough,” Aziraphale chided. “(Y/N) and I are going regardless of your participation, my dear boy, so you may as well tag along.”

    Crowley sighed. “I’d rather die in a fire, angel.”

    (Y/N) grinned maniacally. “Come with us and maybe you will.”

    Her brother stuck his tongue out at her, while Aziraphale fondly rolled his eyes. It was the same thing every time they went hunting.

    Aziraphale and (Y/N) were firm believers in the supernatural. It had all started when (Y/N) found a video of monster hunters online. She joked that the three of them could make a career out of it. Crowley got a good laugh. Aziraphale took it seriously.

    So, here they were, three idiots who regularly hunted for monsters in mysterious places around the world.

*

    “Where do you find these places?” Crowley hissed as (Y/N) shoved the door open.

    He kept watch as she broke into a broken down house a few hours away from the bookstore. Aziraphale stood nearby, humming to himself and making Crowley uneasy.

    “Online mostly,” (Y/N) shrugged, entering the pitch black entrance hall. 

    (They’d gotten permission to enter from the building’s owners, but (Y/N) had requested the pleasure of getting to ‘break the seal,’ as she put it. It made for excellent footage.)

She lifted her phone as they trekked further into the house, as she was already...what did she call it? Live-streaming? Eh, Crowley didn’t know. He and Aziraphale were rubbish with technology, which drove (Y/N) up the wall, especially after they became somewhat internet famous for their monster-hunting.

“Supposedly a little girl was killed by her father in this house,” (Y/N) said into the phone, her voice hushed and menacing. “And now, it’s haunted by her ghost and army of ghouls, set out to get revenge on anyone who steps into her house.”

Aziraphale piped up from behind her. “(Y/N) says ghouls because ghosts are the lingering spirit of a person, but a ghoul tends to be lacking a soul, simply an empty vessel.”

“Thank you!” (Y/N) chirped. “Here we are!”

They entered a child’s bedroom and Crowley grimaced.

“Right. And you think we’ll make the ghoul mad by sitting in her bedroom, that’s brilliant,” he drawled.

“Ghost,” his friends corrected immediately.

“Ngk,” Crowley grumbled, waving them off.

Just as they were getting settled in for the night, a crash came from down the hall.

They all shared wide-eyed looks and, out of the corner of his eye, Crowley saw the comments on (Y/N)’s livestream multiply.

“Oh wonderful!” Aziraphale gasped. “Crowley, you go first, let us see what we’ve disturbed, hm?”

Crowley gave him a flat look. “A rat, probably.”

“Shut up and get a move on,” his sister hissed, already pushing the both of them toward the door.

“Why do I always have to go first?”

She scoffed. “Because the skeptics always get killed first.”

“I hate you,” he muttered just as they reached the corner of the hall outside the bedroom. 

Carefully, he ducked his head around, Aziraphale and (Y/N) mimicking his actions. There were three doors there, but all of them were shut. There was nothing and no one in the hallway, just as he’d expected. He rolled his eyes as (Y/N) sighed a little.

“It came from further down the hall!” Aziraphale whispered fiercely. “The furthest door!”

“Well, go on!” (Y/N) said, shoving him.

“Ridiculous, the both of you,” Crowley mumbled, walking despite himself. “I swear, one of these days I’ll--”

The door flew open, slamming against the wall and sending Crowley leaping out of his skin. He shrieked-- honestly shrieked-- and threw himself back against his sister and boyfriend.

“OH FUCK! SATAN BLESS IT!” he hissed.

Aziraphale and (Y/N) burst into laughter, a noise echoed by four little voices in the doorway.

“I hate every last one of you!”

“Oh, sorry, did I not mention the kids were joining us?” (Y/N) asked gleefully. “My mistake.”

He glared daggers at her. “You especially.”

“Please, dear boy, you adore us,” Aziraphale teased, knowing full well Crowley wasn’t yelling at him. “This way, Adam, Pepper, Wensleydale, Brian--”

He shuffled the children into the old bedroom, while (Y/N) laughed again as she captured Crowley’s dry, blank look. She couldn’t stop, seeing as he was staring into her phone’s camera like he was on the Office.

“Next time, I’ll just stab you,” he muttered.

She rolled her eyes. “In front of your angel? Unlikely. C’mon, we still have 8 hours before dawn!”

#SaveCrowley was trending the next day.

River’s Tags: @hahaboop & @mystoragehatesme

Masterlist

[carolunea-matea]

Steak And Potatoes

Chapter Thirty

Everything was moving in slow motion. Sam and Cas had Dean on one of the beds. He was covered in blood.

“Wh-what happened?” I ran over.

“Ghouls. They knocked us out. Started eating his skin,” Sam looked at Cas, “Can you heal him?”

“I think so.” Cas laid his hands on Dean and light surrounded him.

“Please please please,” I was begging I don’t know who. God, Cas, whoever.

Slowly his wounds seemed to heal. Not completely, but almost. Dean inhaled sharply and opened his eyes.

“Caroline?”

“Yeah Dean. I’m right here.” I grabbed his hand.

“I thought I wasn’t going to get to apologize for being a dick earlier.”

“You’re fine, Dean. You may be a little sore, but you’re going to be fine.” I threw my arms around him as he sat up. He pulled me closer and buried his face in my hair.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I just can’t stand seeing you like this and I got so worried,”

“Dean, it’s ok. Really, I was being a bitch. It’s not your fault. Really. Now what happened?”

“They got the jump on us. We didn’t realize how many there were. All intel said two. Even after staking the place out we thought their were two maybe three. There were six. Just as we took care of the first three, the other three knocked us out. If Cas hadn’t come when he did, I don’t know if Dean would have made it.” Sam explained.

“Angel of The Lord to the rescue!” I joked.

I helped Dean down off the bed and we all went to his room.

“You guys hungry? I can make some steaks.”

“I would not say no to steak. Are you sure though? It’s late,” Dean looked worried.

“Babe, I slept all day. I’m fine. I’ll go make you boys some food. You gonna stay for dinner, Castiel?”

“If it’s ok, I would like that. Your food tastes good.”

I laughed, causing Dean and Sam both to smile.

“I missed that sound.” Dean said happily as I walked out of his room and down to the kitchen.

I moved around the kitchen getting everything together. Steak, potatoes, corn and Lima beans. It took me about an hour to get everything ready.

“DINNER!!!” I called from the dinning area after getting everything to the table.

They walked in with looks of appreciation. Thankfully, they showered while I was cooking, I don’t think I could have eaten looking at all that dried blood.

“This looks amazing, Care!” Sam said while sitting down.

“Seriously, you may have outdone yourself, Babe.”

I blushed at Dean’s compliment.

“It smells amazing. I’m excited.” Cas’s comment was almost deadpan and made me laugh.

“Well, dig in everyone!”

We sat around eating and talking, enjoying each other’s company. I loved having them all around the table. I hadn’t realized how much I missed family dinners until I came here. Now I looked forward to each and every one.

We were still sitting around the table laughing hours later, over wine, beer, and pie. They were telling stories of past hunts and I was firing back with stories of working in a glorified porn shop. Having to explain things to Castiel made it even funnier.

I looked at my watch, “Well, guys, as much as I absolutely love hearing stories about pudding. I actually have to log into work in 5 hours and have my brain function.”

“Awe, look at our little girl, all grown up and starting her new important job,” Sam joked.

“Watch it, Sammy!” I glared at him before kissing his cheek.

I gave Cas a kiss on the cheek as well.

“You coming to bed, sweetie?” I asked Dean.

“Yeah, I’ll be right in. I’m just going to help clean up,” he stood up and kissed my cheek before bringing plates into to kitchen.

I laid down in Dean’s bed, yet again wishing he had a tv. I made a mental note to get one as soon as possible.

I was just drifting off to sleep when Dean slid into bed behind me and slid his arms around me.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, sweetheart. I really did miss hearing you laugh. Thanks for dinner. It was amazing as always.” Dean murmured softly into my ear before putting his head on his pillow and drifting off to sleep.

“Thanks, Molly. Yeah things are good here. Just needed a few days to recoup. Just let the manager at 6948 know that I’ll send him a category list by noon.”

“Will do, Boss lady! Don’t forget Frank sent you the New Items for Spring. You should be getting a shipment by Friday.”

“Awesome! You’re the best, Molly!”

I had been on the phone with Molly since 9:15. It was 11:30 by the time we hung up. I was exhausted and starving. I stretched before walking out of my room in search of Dean and Sam.

“Anyone home? I need food.” I called out.

Dean pokes his head out of his room.

“Food? I could go for food. Sammy! You hungry?”

Sam walked out into the hallway.

“Yeah, what’s for lunch?”

“French dip?” I suggested.

“You spoil us,” Sam chuckled as Dean nodded excitedly.

I walked away, shaking my head.

After we were done eating lunch I went back to work.

By 5:30 I had accomplished more than I thought I would. I stood up to stretch and go look for the boys.

“Dean? Sam? Where are you guys?”

I walked around the bunker calling out for them.

“Deeeeeeean! Saaaaaaaaaaaam! Guys?”

I walked out to the garage and the Impala was gone. Where the fuck did they go?

I called Dean’s phone.

“Hey, Babe! You done working?”

“Yeah and I realized I am all alone in an empty bunker. What the hell?”

“Sorry, Carebear. We didn’t want to bother you and I guess we forgot to leave a note. Quick salt and burn a few towns over. Should be home in less than two hours.”

“Be careful please.”

“You know we will, baby. See you soon.”

“Bye Dean”

Well I had two hours to kill. I decided to go shopping and check my P.O. Box.

I called for Cas, “Castiel oh great angel of the Lord! I need a shopping buddy!”

WOOSH!

“Can we go to Target?”

“Oh, sweet angel man, I think I have corrupted you.”

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[trulyhumblenarcissist]

When you read too much Tokyo Ghoul and Berserk

This is gonna be long… sorry! So yesterday I had this weird dream I want to share with you guys. It was very detailed, but also a little confusing. I have to point out that since from the start I was aware of some circumstances regarding the world setting, such as the existence of horrible monsters hunting for Human prays, but I also gave for granted they were secluded in a confinement area, separeted from the rest of the city by a huge electronic gate. For some reasons I also thought they were unable to consume people of my species even tho now I have no idea of what this meant (what species? I was human… Idk). At the beginning I am chilling with Caska in her heroine mode. Everything seems fine, except that the atmosphere is a little gloomy. We are happy, but the people in the background look at us with worried eyes. We are right next to the gate’s entrance and we are waiting for other people, I don’t really remember who. At a certain point we hear a bell and a voice tells us that it’s 7 pm , so I am like “cool, whatever…”, but then the gate cracks open and a bunch of disfigured creatures creeps out. We manage to hide behind a rock or something, but I’m still not very impressed about the whole situation because I’m convinced we are safe, the monsters won’t like our meat! Except that they DO like our meat… I suddenly see a group of them charging towards our position and I start doubting every information I have. First of all why the hell someone opened the gate? Why are these creatures so aggressive? They shouldn’t be interested in us… The voice from before tells us another piece of background:“You’ve been selected as sacrifices, please stay still”. So I’m like “fuck this! Everything was so nice!”, we are practically cornered, I’m scared and I don’t have any weapons, but Caska swings her sword like the pro she is. My friend tries her best to protect us both, but we’re easily outnumbered and apparently doomed. I close my eyes right before one of the creatures is getting me and when I blink again, I find myself in a building full of monsters, but with “gentler”, less scary features. I know Caska is still with me, but I can’t really see her, I just sense her presence (this actually occurs to me very often, I dream about someone I can’t see, but the presence is still clear in my mind). Then I’m approached by… Griffith! And Charlotte, his wife. They also have a daughter, I don’t like her from the start. Griffith is dreamlike as always (I’m not surprised) and he looks at me with infinite kindness… However the other monsters are clearly irritated by my presence, they don’t want me there, but I’m not scared too much. Griffith explains me different things about the world “inside the gate”. All these creatures are actually humans, or at least they WERE humans before something terribile happened. Lots of them hate the people “out of the gate” and are determined to live their lives without having to deal with the other society, unless if it’s dinner time. He also tells me I’ve been rescued by his comrades, a group of monsters fighting for changing the status quo. They want monsters and humans to live together, peacefully (sounds familiar right?), and they are conducting different missions to understand better both groups. I end up joining them and Griffith assigns me a sort of mentor to smoother my integration process. The mentor is a girl, a very hostile one at that. She has straight brown hair that ends on her shoulders and shark like teeth. She says she doesn’t like humans and her comrades probably dislike me too, for my body, my face, my manners. Monsters follow Griffith, belive in him, but their mental setting is hard to break, because humans ruined them and rejected their existence, so they can’t be completely human-friendly even if they try to… the resentment is too strong. I appreciate her direct approach, I’m glad she’s is my guide, her name is Anna. Anna gives me a mask with my face but… scrambled. I need to wear it if I don’t want to be recognized as human by the monsters’ community. Suddenly Uta appears among a group of people, he smiles and chats with elegance. I’m excited, I want to meet him! So I rush where he stands showing my mask. “This thing is fucking horrible, the realization is so messy I could vomit” he says with an horrified look. “I agree! So why don’t YOU make one for me? I’ve always wondered how it’d be wearing a mask designed by you!”. I’m so hopeful, but he laughs in my face and turns around (apparently I’m not worthy!). Discouraged, I return to my mentor and I catch her spying Griffith’s daughter behind a wall. The girl is clearly a bottle blond with daddy issues, but Anna is somehow entranced by her, I instantly understand she loves that little goose. I ask Anna about this and she brushes me off. I feel jealous. So our first mission begins, we have to gather information from the monsters’ side. Griffith goes ahead and we escort him, as a group of six-seven members. We walk through the center of monster city, a big conglomerate of houses and lives. I’m so scared, I feel hundreds of eyes staring at me. I have my mask, but I don’t think it’s enough to protect my identity. Anna is right next to me, she is a bit more open and kind now, probably because she knows I’m freaking out. At some point Griffith’s stupid daughter makes a mistake, something really careless that forces us to run away and split up. I fall because I’m clumsy even in my dreams and Anna comes back to help me, but a group of monster cops is faster. I’m petrified, I think they’ll certainly find out I’m a human and well… they do. For the second time I’m about to die, but Anna manages to save me, I don’t know how since my eyes are closed again (I’m a darn damsel in distress). We’re running for our lives, followed by monster cops and regular citizens. I cling to Anna’s shoulders, around her I feel safe, she’s incredible. We need to reach the gate before 7.30 because if it closes we’re fucked. We reach a zone full of traffic lights and moving barriers. Anna says we need to cross every barrier with a perfect timing in order to not be seen by the monsters. I step even more closer to her and my movements become so light and precise… It’s almost like we’re one person now, I want to be with her like this forever, but she’s suffering because of that little bi… little goose. Life is hard. So we run and stop, run and stop, following an intricate pattern of lines and flashes. Everything is so confused, but somehow we get to the gate right before its closure. On the other side we find a palace, it’s almost like we are using a secret passage. The palace is astonishing, full of baroque decorations, refined marbles, Crystal chandeliers and golden furniture. I hear Griffith’s voice… he’s speaking with an older woman, dressed like a queen. She’s disappointed, she wants Griffith to “end the games” soon because the monsters need to conquer their righteous place. She’s also worried that Griffith wants to kill his older brother to inherit the throne. I’m confused more than ever, but I don’t say a word. Griffith’s daughter appears throwing a tantrum because her father left her alone. Griffith scolds her like a little kid and I rejoice with all my heart. I want her to be humiliated in front of Anna, my mentor needs to understand her feelings are useless (better give em to me right??). At this point we are all sitting in the palace’s garden. Griffith is an angel kissed by the full moon, Anna is right beside me, I hold her hand, everything is perfect, until Caska appears again. I’m surprised and also scared. What if Caska starts to hate me because I’m collaborating with Griffith? Griffith is a demon, this concept breaks my mind completely. How did I forget something so important? But then Caska sits on Griffith’s lap. She looks disgusted and sad, but her words are full of bravery “I hate this piece of shit… I hate him with all my might, but he’s powerful. We need him to fight and win this war!”. I’m like “ok this makes sense”, but I suddenly realize that if we REALLY want to live we need someone with an incredible strength and fighting ability… I’m now screaming “Guuuuuts!!!” at top of my lungs, to call him back! But the lights are on, my face is paler than usual. Shit it’s already 8.am! I overslept again.

[they-know-we-are-brothers-right]

Just some of my random thoughts after watching 13.06 Tombstone, in no particular order:

1. Dean's bolo tie!!!

2. Dean has made Cas watch Tombstone, that's fucking funny and not surprising to me at all that Dean would make Cas watch his favorite movies

3. Cas got so!! Many!! Hugs!!

4. Cas and Jack bonding, aww.

5. Jack being generally adorable and proudly whispering "I know what zombies are now."

6. Cute mortician named Athena with 50s pinup style fashion sense who loves Amanda Palmer and wants to be a special effects makeup artist? Did you mean my new girlfriend???

7. Cas doing a bad cowboy accent and saying "You're my Huckleberry" lmfao

8. Tbh this isnt wank or negativity but i found it weird how they wrote Sam in this episode? Like bruh he would be just as happy to have Cas back as Dean is? He seemed confused as to why Dean would be in such a good mood and i just?? Think it was weird and out of character. Sam would be ecstatic to have Cas back and knows his brother well enough to know that's why he's happy. Idk it just bugged me a little

9. Dean geeking out about cowboys

10. Cas naming himself Val Kilmer. Lmao

11. Dean calling them "Team Free Will 2.0" did you mean my heart exploding with love??? "Two salty hunters, a half angel kid and a guy who just came back from the dead" is such a good description

12. Jack just wanting to help and be like sam and dean!!! Asking questions about cold spots when it doesnt even make sense and doing research and tbh he led this entire hunt you guys!!

13. And yeah okay he accidentally killed a guy but i knew the writers would throw some angst in there for him eventually, besides his mom being dead. Not surprised he dipped out to go have an identity crisis, don't worry he'll be back

14. Dean finally telling Jack to his face that he isnt a monster, defending him, covering for him, trying genuinely to make him feel better

15. We haven't seen in a ghoul in a while and this was a fun monster of the week episode so yeah it was a good time