#Uriel is old and she is tired

[buqbite]

1863rd destruction of [Eden]

[hikarry]

So, while I was sick I was cooking up some ideas so let me throw this imagine at you. I won't be as nice as the others because jello brain, but follow me!

After Season 3, like, way way way after. 30 years after, perhaps. Let's pretend Crowley and Aziraphale didn't destroy Heaven and Hell or turned (argh) humans and that Gabriel is having his happily ever after with Beez, yes? Crowley and Aziraphale are living in the South Downs, Muriel is taking care of the bookshop and Michael is the new supreme archangel, yes? Fantastic. Let's go.

So, Aziraphale is in the workshop working on some book and Crowley is yelling at his plants outside the window when someone calls. Crowley quickly lifts his head and looks at Aziraphale through the window. The angel just waves his hand and goes to the living room where his old phone still is. It was Muriel, once again asking for help.

"Of course, dear. I'll be there in a jiffy." He answers, as per usual. "Crowley, my dear?"

"Yes, angel?" He yells from the garden.

"Can you take a quick break and take me to the bookshop?"

"Argh. You have a bloody license."

"...Do you...want me to drive her?"

"...Gimme a minute!"

It's just the time for Crowley to clean himself and fix his hair (took longer than he would ever admit. Aziraphale was expecting it), and off they went, back to Soho.

"Will you come in, dear?"

"Nah. With luck, it's the same problem as last time and it will take you both hours. I'll make a reservation at the Ritz, go to that bakery you like and-"

"Oh, yes! Please buy some-"

"Chocolate croissants, I know. Anyway, I might pass by the plant nursery and then I'll come back. It takes me a maximum of half an hour. Would you like something to drink?"

"No, love." He leans over and kisses Crowley on the cheek. "I believe Muriel has a lot of tea inside. Mind how you go."

Crowley nods and gives him a quick kiss before Aziraphale leaves the car.

Once inside, with Crowley gone, the bookshop was darker than he expected.

"Muriel?"

He took a couple more steps when the bookshop's doors closed with a burst of wind and the unforgettable smell of ozone invaded, right before Michael, Muriel, Uriel and Sandalphon appeared in front of him. Muriel looked terrorized. Aziraphale tried to move in their direction but found his hand hit against an invisible wall. A trap, really? He opened his mouth to talk, but after Uriel snapped her fingers he fell unconscious.

Aziraphale woke up in some sort of old building. He was laying on the floor and his head hurt considerably. He tried to move his hands to try and help himself to his feet, but felt a sharp pain on his wrists.

Right.

Demonic handcuffs.

Original.

By that logic, he couldn't touch any of his power or call for his wings.

Great. So stay on the floor he would.

Bellow him there was an angel trap, with his sigil on it. Which made this much more complicated indeed.

Aziraphale managed to get on his knees and finally saw a window on the other wall in front of him. From this perspective, he was surely not on the first floor. He started banging with his chains on the invisible wall in front of him. It wouldn't do anything, obviously, but he would be damned if he just stayed there doing nothing.

Putting demonic chains on him was a low low blow, even for them.

After a while he started getting tired and sat back on his legs, sighing

"Mr. Fell?" A whisper came from the closed door.

"Muriel?"

"Yes. It is me. I'm so so so so sorry I tricked you. I tried to say no but...the supreme archangel asked. Are you...alright?"

"It's alright, dear. I'm...fine, considering."

"The supreme archangel is infuriated. She yelled at everyone and said that she would punish you at nightfall. I'll try to get some help."

"No, don't do that! They will punish you if they find out! I can handle them!"

"After I let them take you like that? I can't. I'm sorry, Mr. Fell. I feel too guilty. I need to help you."

"...How long have I been gone from the bookshop?"

"...3 hours, I believe."

Aziraphale took a deep breath.

"Right. Crowley is probably panicking flying around like a blind eagle. If you can get to a phone, try to reach him. If not, run. Go to Nina and Maggie's or to our house, alright, dear? Don't let them catch you. Don't get in trouble."

It was less than 2 hours when the doors opened. The first to walk in was Michael, followed by her two minions.

"Very well, Aziraphale. Are you prepared to return to Heaven?" Michael said.

Aziraphale chuckled.

"You must have lost your mind, certainly. Crowley and I made sure you all would leave us alone. So-"

"That's because we didn't have other choice." Uriel interrupted. "Now we have the Programmer." Aziraphale raised an eyebrow in confusion. "We can reprogram other angels to their original position and manipulate their memories."

Aziraphale got to his feet and flinched back. Now, that wouldn't do.

"We have already lost Gabriel, Metraton. We need you back. Especially away from that demon pet of yours. You're too powerful together, as shown by the way you almost blasted the whole of Heaven."

"And the machine is running, ready for you-" Sandalphon entering the circle, and held him by the arm. "-my dear." A fist was raised, but before it could collapse into its target, there was a very loud screech outside.

The angels looked amongst themselves and Sandalphon left to check on all the noise with Michael.

They listened to multiple voices outside. They were speaking so loud none was really distinguishable.

"You are going, not even if I have to take you myself!"

Uriel crossed the circle, making the lil mistake of erasing a part of the circle with her shoe. Enough to let Aziraphale go. He stepped out of the circle, but Uriel followed him, grabbing him by the lapels and pushing him against the window, that broke against his elbows and back.

Now the voices were more clear, and one of them was, without mistake, Crowley. He took a quick peek outside and there he was, fighting both the archangels.

Right. He had to get a wiggle one.

"I'm sorry, dear girl." He swung the chains towards Uriel and she fell to the floor, sluggish.

Quickly, he turned around and looked down. He was on the third floor with two archangels and a demon blocking the exit.

"Crowley!" The demon's head snapped up in between the confusion that was him and the archangels.

Aziraphale climbed on the window and sat on it. He still couldn't use his wings so all he could hope for was Crowley's pristine timing. With his eyes closed, he took a final last breath and leapt out of the window. Within seconds he felt arms holding him and the unmistakable sounds of wings flapping.

"Are you insane?! You could have been discorporated! What would have happened if I didn't catch you, eh?! There's no other corporation, angel! You have to stop-" Aziraphale giggled, wrapping his arms around Crowley's neck, trying to get in a better position. "What?"

"Thank you for the timely rescue. Again."

"Why are you laughing? This isn't a laughing matter! I'm gonna kill those-"

"Crowley." The angel put his hands on his face, forcing him to slow down and face him. "Let's just go home, yes, my dear? There's a lot to discuss and I need a cup of tea for that." Crowley took a deep breath and smiled down at the angel. "Muriel found you?"

"Yes, they called. I told them to go to the cottage and stay put. I came as fast as I could but they literally dragged you to the middle of nowhere."

"Oh!" Aziraphale looked over Crowley's shoulder. "What about the Bentley?"

Crowley laughed, looking in front once again and picking up speed.

"She's on her way back home, obviously. She ran as soon as I caught you."

Of course she was. Why was he even surprised, he thought with a chuckle.

[nihilityart]

Ah shit, here we go again...

Autism strikes again. I got obsessed with this one Poppy Playtime AU. It's @onyxonline Space Rider AU, so I decided to create the six true dragons for this AU.

Just in case you cannot read the writing (My hand got tired lmao) I'll put some facts here. Also, kinda rushed the drawings since it's so late, so I apologize for the lack of details and spelling errors.

The True Dragons in this AU are members of a Royal family from a planet known as Central. Each member has a special power, these are more powerful than most other abilities.

However, these abilities come with the cost of being really hard to control. High risk, High reward type of stuff. They also can live for a stupidly long time (As long as they don't die lmao.) Most of them are also really arrogant, which is exploited a lot by both their friends and foes.

They are also all known to be hot too, lol.

(Star King Dragon) Veldanava:

-He's the King of Planet Central

-He's the Eldest of his six siblings

-He was 100,000 years old

-He has a wife and daughter (Lucia and Milim)

-He's dead as fuck lmao (He was killed by the Prototype and Ivarage) (lmao get rekt scrub)

-He lost all his power to ensure his planet would thrive

Special Power: Uriel (The Power to bend space)

(Weakness of Power: Overuse can cause him to implode)

(White Ice Dragon) Velzard:

-She's the Second Eldest of her six siblings

-She's the Queen of Planet Eternal Winter

-She's the partner of King Guy Crimson

-She's 20,000 years old

Special Power: Cthulhu (The Power to Decelerate)

(Weakness of Power: The power to decelerate greatly burdens her mind, overuse could cause permanent brain damage)

(Scorch Dragon) Velgrynd:

-She's the Third Eldest of her six siblings

-She's a total simp for Emperor Rudra

-She's the Empress of Planet Nasca

-She's 4,000 years old

Special Power: Cthugha (The Power to Accelerate)

(Weakness to Power: The power to Accelerate involves high temperature, overuse may cause her to combust)

(Storm Dragon) Veldora Tempest:

-He's the Third Youngest of his six siblings

-He's an Otaku and a Slacker

-He's terrified of his sisters

-He's the Guardian of Tempest

-He's a Space Rider only because Velsura is

-He's 2,000 years old

-He's the dumbest one

-"Rawr" >:3

Special Power: Nyralathotep (The Power of Chaos)

(Weakness of Power: The power of Chaos is hard to control, losing focus may cause more harm than good)

(Void King Dragon) Velsura "Rimuru" Tempest:

-He's the Second Youngest of his six siblings

-He's probably the most responsible member of the six

-He's the King of Planet Tempest

-He's a Space Rider

-His Space Rider Squad is known as "Octagram"

-He's incredibly cautious (To the point of being a weakness)

-Has a *cough* thing for Elves

-He's 37 years old

-Arguably the hottest of his siblings

-Keeps getting mistaken for a girl (Much to his chagrin)

Special Power: Azathoth (The Power of Black Holes and shit)

(Weakness of Power: *Sarcastically* Well would you look at that, black holes are hard to control, who would've thought?)

(Earth Emperor Dragon) Velgaia

-He's the youngest of his six siblings

-He's the most adorable member of the true dragons

-He's a Space Rider

-He's 18 years old

-Freeloader lmao

-He's the one that gets smacked around a lot by others

-Stop bullying him :(

Special Power: Cronos (The Powers of Earth and Shit)

(Weakness: He's the youngest and has very little control over his powers, he can only do very basic moves) (So much so nobody knows what the true drawbacks to his powers are yet)

Oh yeah, I failed to mention. None of them are powerful enough to beat the Prototype, he’s far stronger than them.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

On The Head Of A Pin

Masterlist

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne. She's been tracking some leads. I know she's not exactly on either of your Christmas lists, but if she can help us get to Lilith—" Sam said as he drives while Dean was in the passenger seat and I in the back. "Hey, man, work with Ruby, don't. I don't really give a rat's ass." Dean said.

"What's your problem?" Sam asked. "Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam." Dean grumbles. "She knew what was at stake." Sam said. "Oh yeah. Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it." I said with sarcasm and Sam looks over at me through the rear view mirror.

"(y/n)—" he said and I sigh and shake my head. "Sorry, Sam, I'm just...I'm tired of burying friends." I said. "Me too." Dean said. "Look, we catch a fresh trail—" Sam starts to explain but Dean talks over him. "And we follow it, I know. Like (y/n) said, I'm just—I'm just getting tired." he said. "Well, get angry." Sam spat and we pull up to the motel room.

"Ah, home crappy home." Dean said as we enter the room and Sam flips on the lights. "Winchester and Winchester and (l/n)." A voice said and we see Uriel and Castiel waiting inside the room.

"Oh come on." Dean said in annoyed exasperation. "You are needed." Uriel said to him. "Needed? We just got back from needed." I said, my temper rising, and Uriel turns to me. "Now, you mind your tone with me." He said in a low tone. "No, you mind your damn tone with us." Dean growls as he goes to stand in front of me.

"We just got back from Pamela's funeral." Sam said as the angels look between us. "Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her." I said, annoyed, and Dean looks at Castiel. "Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times. Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!"​​ Dean yells, angrily.

"We raised you out of hell for our purposes." Uriel said. "Yeah, what were those again? What exactly did you want from me?" Dean asked. "Start with gratitude." Uriel said, firmly, and Dean scoffs.

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand." Castiel said, in a bit calmer voice. "And we—" Uriel started to say and he gives Castiel a look. "—don't care. Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight." he finished as he looks back at us.

"Demons? How they doing it?" I asked him. "We don't know." Uriel said. "I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it? I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?" Sam asked. "We can handle the demons, thank you very much." Uriel said.

"Once we find whoever it is." Castiel said. "So you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean asked. "Not quite. We have Alastair." Castiel said. "Great. He should be able to name your trigger man." Dean said. "But he won't talk. Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse." said Castiel. "Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean, you guys are out of your league." Dean said.

"That's why we've come to his student. You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got." Uriel said to Dean, who looks down. "Dean, you are our best hope." Castiel said and my eyes widen a bit at this. "No! No way! You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this." Dean said to Castiel then Uriel walks up to Dean. "Who said anything about asking?" He asked and he grabs Dean's arm and the three of them disappear, leaving me and Sam alone.

"Damn it!" Sam growls. "I'm really starting to hate the angels." I said, angrily.

*3rd Person POV*

Alastair is visible through a window in a door, chained to a hexacle standing in the middle of a devil's trap. "This devil's trap is old Enochian. He's bound completely." Castiel explains to Dean as they stand on the other side of the door. "Fascinating." Dean mutters and he turns away from the door.

"Where's the door?" Dean asked as Castiel gives him a confused look. "Where are you going?" he asked Dean. "Hitch back to Cheyenne, thank you very much." Dean said and he walks past Uriel but stops as Uriel blocks his path.

"Angels are dying, boy." Uriel growls. "Everybody's dying these days. And hey, I get it. You're all-powerful. You can make me do whatever you want. But you can't make me do this." Dean said. "This is too much to ask, I know. But we have to ask it." Castiel said, a bit of desperation in his voice.

Dean watches Castiel for a moment then turns back to Uriel. "I want to talk to Cas alone." He demands and Uriel looks him over. "I think I'll go seek revelation. We might have some further orders." Uriel said. "Well, get some donuts while you're out." Dean sneered and Uriel laughs. "Ah, this one just won't quit, will he? I think I'm starting to like you, boy." Uriel said then he vanishes.

"You guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby." Dean jokes but Castiel doesn't react. "You know, I'm starting to think junkless has a better sense of humor than you do." Dean said to him. "Uriel's the funniest angel in the garrison. Ask anyone." Castiel said and Dean walks up to him.

"What's going on, Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?" Dean asked him. "My superiors have begun to question my sympathies." Castiel replied. "Your sympathies?" Dean said, questioning. "I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment." Castiel said.

"Well, tell Uriel, or whoever...you do not want me doing this, trust me." Dean said, shaking his head. "Want it, no. But I have been told we need it." Castiel said. "You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out." Dean said. "For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this." Castiel said, sincerely, and Dean closes his eyes.

Minutes later, Dean wheels a loaded cart covered with a cloth into the room where Alastair is imprisoned. He watches Dean enter, grins, and starts to sing, moving within the chains almost as though he is dancing. "Heaven, I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek..." he sings as Dean pulls the cloth off the cart, revealing an assortment of torture implements.

Alastair laughs at this but Dean ignores him. "I'm sorry. This is a very serious, very emotional situation for you. I shouldn't laugh, it's just that—I mean, are they serious? They sent you to torture me?" he asked, disbelieving. "You got one chance. One. Tell me who's killing the angels. I want a name." Dean demanded.

"You think I'll see all your scary toys and spill my guts?" Alastair asked. "Oh, you'll spill your guts, one way or another. I just didn't wanna ruin my shoes." Dean said. "Oh, yeah." Alastair laughs. "Now answer the question." Dean demanded. "Or what? You'll work me over? But then, maybe you don't want to. Maybe you're, ah, scared to." Alastair said.

"I'm here, aren't I?" Dean asked him. "Not entirely. You left part of yourself back in the Pit. Let's see if we can get the two of you back together again, shall we?" Alastair said as Dean glares at him. "You're gonna be disappointed." He said and he walks over to the cart.

"You have not disappointed me so far. Come on. You gotta want a little payback for everything I did to you. For all the pokes and prods. Hm?" Alastair asked but Dean doesn't respond. "No? Um...how about for all the things I did to your daddy?" Alastair asked and Dean's head raises up at this.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was sitting on one of the beds, my right leg bouncing up and down from anticipation and nerves, as Sam opens the door for Ruby. "I can still smell them. Seriously, Sam, I'm not exactly dying to tangle with angels again." Ruby said as she enters and I stand up and walk up to her.

"We need you to find out where they took Dean." I said and she looks at me, surprised. "Not sure I see the problem. You know they have Alastair strung up six ways from Sunday. Dean cuts himself a slice, Al's reduced to a quivering heap, and the good guys get the goods. What's wrong with that?" she asked me. "He can't do it." I said and she looks me over then at Sam before she turns back to me.

"Look, I get it. You don't want him going all torture master again." she said to me. "No. She means, he can't do it. He can't get the job done. Something happened to him downstairs, Ruby. He's not what he used to be. He's not strong enough." Sam said. "And you are?" Ruby asked him. 

“Look, we’re not exactly making friendships bracelets for each other and I feel dirty just thinking of asking you for help. But those assholes took Dean and we have to find him. Please, Ruby. Help us.” I said and Ruby glances at me with annoyance but also sympathy.

*3rd Person POV*

"I had your pop on my rack for close to a century." Alastair said, smiling, know that he was getting to Dean. "You can't stall forever." Dean warns him. "John Winchester. Made a good name for himself. A hundred years. After each session, I'd make him the same offer I made you. I'd put down my blade if he picked one up." he said.

"Just give me the demon's name, Alastair." Dean said in a low voice. "But he said nein each and every time. Oh, damned if I couldn't break him." Alastair said and Dean takes off his leather jacket. "Pulled out all the stops, but John, he was, well, made of something unique. The stuff of heroes. And then came Dean. Dean Winchester. I thought I was up against it again." Alastair said and Dean drinks from a bottle as Alastair continues with his taunts. 

"But daddy's little girl, he broke. He broke in thirty. Oh, just not the man your daddy wanted you to be, huh, Dean?" He asked as Dean puts down the bottle. "Now." Alastair said while Dean picks up a jigger and fills it from a large bottle of water that has a rosary in it. "Now we're getting somewhere. Holy water? Come on. Grasshopper, you're gonna have to get creative to impress me." Alastair said and Dean looks up at him, finally.

"You know something, Alastair? I could still dream. Even in hell. And over and over and over, you know what I dreamt? I dreamt of this moment." Dean said and Alastair begins to look nervous as Dean picks up a needle.

"And believe me, I got a few ideas." Dean said and he fills the needle from the jigger, sprays a little water from it, and goes over to Alastair. "Let's get started." He said.

A moment later, Castiel could hear Alastair screaming and he looks down at the ground, a look of confliction on his face.

"Oh, man. Ooh." Alastair groans as Dean puts the needle back on the cart with his other tools. "Let me know if you want some more. There's plenty left." Dean said. "Go directly to hell. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars." Alastair said and Dean smiles.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Ruby chants as she holds a lit candle to the corner of a map. Sam and I watch the fire spread around the edges. "Relax. The fire is our friend. Besides, the only part of the map we need is the where's Dean? part. Out." Ruby said and the flames vanish. The map was charred to unreadability; except for a small circle in the middle that is untouched.

"There. Dean's there. It's a good thing angels aren't concerned with hiding their dirty business. Not used to being spied on. I mean, who'd be stupid enough to try?" Ruby said as I walk away, grab my jacket, grab the spare keys for the Impala and start to walk out of the room.

“(Y/n)…wait! Just wait a minute…” Sam started to say but I turn to him, sharply. “I can’t!” I yelled at Sam, who jumps at this and I take a few deep breathes before I continue.

“You know, Dean still dreams about Hell. I hear him groaning and twitching, tossing in his sleep right next to me, almost every night. I try to calm him down, sometimes it works and he calms down but most of the time he pushes me away, like I’m trying to hurt him. Then when morning comes, I have to act like it never happen. Like I’m not responsible for him having these nightmares in the first place!” I explained, feeling tears building up in my eyes, and Sam gives me a sympathetic look. I blink them away before I continue.

“I couldn’t stop him from going to Hell, and I can’t stop him from having those nightmares. But the least I can do is get him away from that monster!” I shout and I head to the door, open it, walk through it and shut it behind me. I go over to the Impala and go to the trunk, I open it and look for my gun.

Once I found it, I grab it, shut the trunk door then head to the driver seat when Sam finally comes out of the room, and I could've sworn I seen a bit of blood around his mouth as he wipes it away with the back of his hand. "I'm coming with you." Sam said and he comes up to me and holds his hand out. "I'll drive." He said and I look at him then hand him the keys and both of us get into the car.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean holds up Ruby's knife and Alastair takes notice of it and laughs. "There's that little pig-poker. I wondered where it went." he said as Dean dips a ladle into a bowl of holy water and pours it over the blade. "Do you really think this is gonna fix you? Give you closure? That is sad. That's really sad. Sad, sad." Alastair said.

Dean approaches him, watches for a moment, and stabs him with it. Once the blade made contact with his skin there was a sizzling sound and Alastair does his best to keep back the scream. "I carved you into a new animal, Dean. There is no going back." he growls. "Maybe you're right. But now it's my turn to carve." Dean said. "No!" Alastair shouts.

Castiel listens to Alastair's groans whenhthe light flickers, catching his attention. The bulb explodes and Ann appears behind him. "Anna." Castiel said, not looking at her. "Hello, Castiel." She greets and he turns to look at her. "Your human body—" he takes notice and she nods and looks down at it. "It was destroyed, I know. But I guess I'm sentimental. Called in some old favors and..." she said just as Alastair screams again.

"You shouldn't be here. We still have orders to kill you." Castiel tells her. "Somehow I don't think you'll try. Where's Uriel?" Anna asked. "He went to receive revelation." Castiel said her. "Right." Anna said, nodding.

Meanwhile, Dean pulls the knife out of Alastqir, whose head falls forward. Dean tilts it back up, ignoring the blood, and Alastair laughs. "Now it's your professionalism that I respect." He said and Dean turns away, disgusted. Alastair spits blood.

"Why are you letting Dean do this?" Anna asked Castiel. "He's doing God's work." he replies. "Torturing? That's God's work? Stop him, Cas, please. Before you ruin the one real weapon you have." Anna said. "Who are we to question the will of God?" Castiel asked. "Unless this isn't his will." She suggested. "Then where do the orders come from?" Castiel asked. "I don't know. One of our superiors, maybe, but not him." Anna said.

Dean then splashes Alastair in the face with holy water; it steams and sizzles, as he gargles. "Who's murdering the angels?" Dean asked him, again, as Alastair chokes.

"The father you love. You think he wants this? You think he'd ask this of you? You think this is righteous?" Anna asked Castiel, who can't meet her eyes. "What you're feeling? It's called doubt." Anna said. They hear Alastair screaming and choking because Dean pours out more holy water then splashes Alastair in the face, and watches him sizzle.

Anna touches Castiel's hand. "These orders are wrong and you know it. But you can do the right thing. You're afraid, Cas. I was too. But together, and with some help from—" Anna started to say but Castiel furrows his eyebrows at her.

"Together?" He said, confused, then he yanks his hand away. "I am nothing like you. You fell. Go." Castiel said. "Cas." Anna said, sympathetically. "Go." Castiel said, firmly, and Anna frowns at him before she disappears.

"You're just not getting deep enough." Alastair said after he spits out blood and Holy Water. "Well, you lack the resources. Reality is just, I don't know, too concrete up here. Honestly, Dean..." he said as Dean pours salt into another container. "You have no idea how bad it really was, and what you really did for us." Alastair said. "Shut up." Dean whispers.

"The whole bloody thing, Dean. The reason Lilith wanted you there in the first place." Alastair said as Dean walks back up to him. "Well, then I'll just make you shut up." Dean growls and he grabs Alastair's chin. "Lilith really—" Alastair started to say but Dean pours salt into his mouth and Alastair tries to scream.

Moments later, Alastair spits out blood and tries to breathe. "Something caught in my throat. I think it's my throat." He said. "Well, strap in, 'cause I'm just starting to have fun." Dean said as he goes back to his cart. "You know, it was supposed to be your father." Alastair said as Dean pours out more holy water.

"He was supposed to bring it on. But, in the end, it was you." said Alastair. "Bring what on?" Dean asked him. "Oh, every night, the same offer, remember? Same as your father." Alastair said as Dean shakes salt onto the blade of Ruby's knife. "And finally you said, Sign me up. Oh, the first time you picked up my razor, the first time you sliced into that weeping bitch..." Alastair said and Dean turns to face him.

"That was the first seal." Alastair said but Dean does not visibly react as he walks closer. "You're lying." Dean said and Alastair smirks a bit. "And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in hell. As he breaks, so shall it break." He recites and Dean turns away. "We had to break the first seal before any others. Only way to get the dominoes to fall, right? Topple the one at the front of the line." Alastair said as Dean starts to feel shock and fear.

"When we win, when we bring on the apocalypse and burn this earth down, we'll owe it all to you, Dean Winchester." Alastair said and Dean closes his eyes, trying not to react. "Believe me, son, I wouldn't lie about this. It's kind of a religious sort of thing with me." Alastair said then he notices a dripping faucet and the broken edge of the devil's trap.

"No. I don't think you are lying. But even if the demons do win..." Dean said as he looks at Ruby's knife. "You won't be there to see it." He said and he turns around only to see that Alastair is right behind him, out of the chains. "You should talk to your plumber about the pipes." He said and he punches Dean, who does down. Alastair grins at this.

Alastair holds Dean up by his shirt collar and punches him repeatedly, then drops him and picks him up by the throat and shoves him up against the hexacle, lifting his feet off the floor. "You got a lot to learn, boy. So I'll see you back in class bright and early Monday morning." Alastair said but he turns around to see Castiel holding Ruby's knife.

Alastair drops Dean, who doesn't move, to focus on Castiel before he stabs Alastair in the shoulder. The injury sparks gold light, but not as much as when it kills. "Well, almost. Looks like God is on my side today." Alastair said and Castiel lifts a hand, making the knife twists itself. Alastair grunts in pain and pulls out the knife, then tosses it away and charges Castiel.

They throw blows at each other for a few moments before Alastair slams Castiel against the wall, choking him. "Well, like roaches, you celestials. Now, I really wish I knew how to kill you. But all I can do is send you back to heaven." Alastair said then he chants in Latin, blue light appears in Castiel's eyes and mouth.

Suddenly, Alastair stops as he is thrown off to the side, letting Castiel go. (Y/n) walks in as she glares at Alastair while Castiel slumps to the ground. Alastair starts to get up on his knees then laughs once he looks over at (y/n). "Getting better there, girlie. But you really think you can fight me, alone?" He asked but then he, abruptly, chokes then is slammed against the wall.

"She's not alone." Sam growls as he walks up beside her, one hand raised. "Stupid pet tricks." Alastair said and (y/n) looks over and sees Dean laying on the ground. Fear and concern wash over her as she runs over to Dean then kneels down to him.

"Who's murdering the angels? How are they doing it?" Sam asked Alastair. "You think I'm gonna tell you?" Alastair asked. "Yeah, I do." Sam mutters then he twists his hand and Alastair's eyes roll white and he chokes.

"How are the demons killing angels?" Sam asked him. "I don't know." Alastair said. "Right." Sam scoffs and (y/n) looks up at this as she craddles Dean in her arms. "It's not us. We're not doing it." Alastair replied. "I don't believe you." Sam growls.

"Lilith is not behind this. She wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand." Alastair admits and Sam stops. "Oh, go ahead. Send me back, if you can." Alastair said and Sam glares at him. "I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill." Sam said and he holds out his hand. Gold light flares inside Alastair as he screams, (y/n) gasps at this and is shock when Alastair's host collapses, dead.

Sam glares at the body then he and (y/n) share a look. (Y/n) had no idea how to feel about the horrible act committed before her. It utterly terrified her, that Sam has become so powerful that he can kill a demon by a wave of his hand. No one should have that kind of power. 

But at the same time she was conflicted. She also felt joy in seeing Alastair suffer excruciating pain before dropping dead. He deserve it after all. He was a demon, but not just any demon.

He was the bastard that tortured Dean in hell for 30 years before he couldn’t take it any long and picked up the torturing for him. He cause Dean so much pain that he’ll never be himself again. Now that he’s dead, he can at least rest a little easier.

Alastair deserved a painful death. But at the same time, does anyone, even a demon, deserved a death as horrible as that?

Hours later, Dean was in a hospital bed, heavily bandaged with a breathing tube and an IV drip, with Sam and (y/n) sitting next to him. Castiel appears at the doorway, pauses, and continues down the hallway. (y/n) follows him out of the room.

"(Y/n)—" Castiel starts to say but (y/n) stands in front of him. "Get in there and heal him. Miracle. Now." She demanded, angrily. "I can't." Castiel said. "You and Uriel put him in there—" (y/n) yelled at him. "No." Castiel said, shaking his head, but (y/n) continues to yell. "—because you can't keep a simple devil's trap together."

"I don't know what happened. That trap...it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry." Castiel said and (y/n) shakes with anger. "Screw you!" (Y/n) spat, angrily, and she turns away from him as Sam comes up to Castiel. "This whole thing was pointless. You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers." Sam growls as (y/n) heads back into Dean's room.

"Perhaps Alastair was lying." Castiel suggested. "No, he wasn't." Sam said then he goes back into Dean's room while Castiel stands there looking as though he has been slugged in the face.

Uriel sits on a bench, eyes closed, until Castiel appears. "Castiel, I received revelation from our superiors. Our brothers and sisters are dying and they...they want us to stop hunting the demon responsible." Uriel said as Castiel goes to sit down next to him.

"Something is wrong up there. I mean, can you feel it?" Uriel asked. "The murders. Maybe they aren't demonic. Sam Winchester said the demons had nothing to do with it." Castiel said. "If not the demons, what could it be?" Uriel asked him. "The will of heaven. We are failing, Uriel. We are losing the war. Perhaps the garrison is being punished." Castiel said.

"You think our father would—"

"I think maybe our father isn't giving the orders anymore. Maybe there is something wrong." Castiel said, interrupting Uriel. Then Uriel stands up. "Well, I won't wait to be gutted." he said and he vanishes.

That night, Castiel stands out in the snowy street and looks around. "Anna. Anna, please." He calls out then the streetlight above him flickers. "Hello, Castiel." A voice, that was not Anna's, said and he turns around to see a woman with short bright orange hair, a soft round face with big blue eyes standing behind him. She was wearing jeans, black knee-high boots, a purple t-shirt and a black vest, her arms were folded across her chest.

"Ariel? I thought you were dead." Castiel said to her, confused. "No, just stood by the sidelines...watching." She replied. "Then why are you here?" Castiel asked her. "Because if someone's breaking the seals to start what I think they are starting, then I need to be a part of this and stop it. Those seven angels that died were the ones that were gonna help me...." Ariel said and Castiel stares at her.

"And Anna is so far the only Angel that is on my side and I don't need you to come kill her." Ariel adds. "I promise, I'm alone." Castiel said, holding his arms out. "Then what did you want from her, Castiel?" Ariel asked him. "I'm considering disobedience." He said and Ariel continues to look him over then nods.

"Good." She said. "No, it isn't. For the first time, I feel..." Castiel said until he was lost for words. "It gets worse. Choosing your own course of action is confusing, terrifying." Ariel said, sounding like she had been through this before. “I don’t know what to do. Please tell me what to do.” Castiel pleads to her and she looks him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, but no one can tell you what to do. No one but yourself.” She said.

“But I…” Castiel tried to say, but he is cut off by Ariel. “It’s time for you to think for yourself, Castiel.” She said to him, sympathetically. Castiel looks down, seemingly at a loss. “I…I can’t.” He said, his voice trembling. 

Ariel steps closer, placing her hand on his cheek and raises his head to meet her gaze. She smiled at him, in a very motherly manner. “Of course you can.” She assured him. Castiel stares back, then she vanishes.

Back in the room they held Alastair in, Castiel examines the devil's trap. Then he notices the dripping faucet and shuts it off without touching it. "You called?" Uriel asked as he enters the room. "What do you say, Castiel? Will you join me? Will you fight with me?" Uriel asked as Castiel still looks at the devil's trap.

"Strange. Strange how a leaky pipe can undo the work of angels when we ourselves are supposed to be the agents of fate." Castiel said. "Alastair was much more powerful than we had imagined." Uriel said. "No. No demon can overpower that trap. I made it myself." Castiel said then he looks over at Uriel. "We've been friends for a long time, Uriel. Fought by each other's sides, served together away from home, for what seems like forever. We're brothers, Uriel. Pay me that respect. Tell me the truth." Castiel said and the two stare into each other's eyes.

"The truth is, the only thing that can kill an angel..." Uriel said as a blade slides out of his sleeve into his grasp. "...is another angel." He said and Castiel's eyes widen. "You." Castiel said, shocked. "I'm afraid so." Uriel said. "And you broke the devil's trap, set Alastair on Dean." Castiel said. "Alastair should never have been taken alive. Really inconvenient, Cas. Yes, I did turn the screw a little. Alastair should have killed Dean and escaped, and you should have gone on happily scapegoating the demons." Uriel explained.

"For the murders of our kin?" Castiel asked. "Not murders, Castiel. No. My work is conversion. How long have we waited here? How long have we played this game by rules that make no sense?" Uriel asked him. "It is our father's world, Uriel." Castiel said, firmly. "Our father? He stopped being that, if he ever was, the moment he created them. Humanity, his favorites. This whining, puking larva." Uriel sneers.

"Are you trying to convert me?" Castiel asked him. "I wanted you to join me. And I still do. With you, we can be powerful enough to—" Uriel said. "To..." Castiel said, questioning. "To raise our brother." Uriel replied. "Lucifer." Castiel said and Uriel nods. "You do remember him? How strong he was? How beautiful? And he didn't bow to humanity. He was punished for defending us. Now, if you want to believe in something, Cas, believe in him." Uriel said.

"Lucifer is not God." Castiel said, firmly. "God isn't God anymore. He doesn't care what we do. I am proof of that." Uriel yelled. "But this? What were you gonna do, Uriel? Were you gonna kill the whole garrison?" Castiel asked him. "I only killed the ones who said no. Others have joined me, Cas. Now, please, brother, don't fight me. Help me. Help me spread the word. Help me bring on the apocalypse. All you have to do is be unafraid." Uriel said and Castiel paces a bit as he thinks.

"For the first time in a long time, I am." Castiel said and Uriel smiles. Then Castiel punches him through the wall several feet away. Uriel gets up and they began to fight. Until Uriel clobbers Castiel with a metal bar.

"You can't win, Uriel. I still serve God." Castiel said after he falls down. "You haven't even met the man. There is no will. No wrath. No God." Uriel said as he punches Castiel in between each phrase. 

The last time, he raises his fist but then he was stabbed through the neck from behind. "Maybe. Or maybe not. But there's still me." Anna said and she pulls out Uriel's blade. Uriel collapses as Ariel comes up and looks down at him. "Should've figured it was you, Uriel." She growled, disappointed, as Anna goes over to Castiel to check on him.

Uriel's eyes widen as he sees Ariel then he screams, white light flares in his eyes and mouth. The light explodes out of him and out of the building. Castiel stands up and then he, Ariel and Anna look down at Uriel's corpse, his wings are seared into the floor across the devil's trap.

Back in the hospital, Dean is still in bed, though the breathing tube is gone, and (y/n) was sitting in chair next to his bed, holding his hand. Sam wasn't there as he was out getting some food and (y/n) wanted to stay behind to make sure Dean was fine.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee, okay?" She said as she stands up, still holding his hand. "You want me to bring you anything?" She asked him. "No...I'm fine." Dean mutters as he shakes his head. "Okay..." (y/n) said, softly, then she bends down, kisses his forehead and, reluctantly, takes her hand out of his. 

"I'll be right back." She said and she walks out of the room, Dean watches her leave until he heard something to his left. He turns his head to see that Castiel had appeared in a chair on the other side of his bed.

"Are you all right?" Castiel asked Dean, who turns to him and glares at him. "No thanks to you." Dean grumbles. "You need to be more careful." Castiel tells him. "You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap." Dean spat back at him. "That's not what I mean." Castiel said then he lets out a sigh.

"Uriel is dead." He said and Dean turns to him. "Was it the demons?" Dean asked him. "It was disobedience. He was working against us." Castiel said and the room goes quiet for a few moments.

"Is it true? Did I break the first seal? Did I start all this?" Dean asked Castiel as he thinks over his words. "Yes." Castiel replied and Dean looks down then closes his eyes, in shame.

"When we discovered Lilith's plan for you, we laid siege to hell and we fought our way to get to you before you—" Castiel started to explain but then Dean finished his sentence. "Jump-started the apocalypse." He said and Castiel nods. "And we were too late." Castiel said.

"Why didn't you just leave me there, then?" Dean asked him, upset. "It's not blame that falls on you, Dean, it's fate." Castiel assures him but Dean didn't looked convinced. "The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it. You have to stop it." He said. "Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean?" Dean asked and Castiel thinks and starts to act like he was about to leave.

"Hey! Don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch. What does that mean!" Dean yells, angrily. "I don't know." Castiel said, honestly. "Bull." Dean growled. "I don't. Dean, they don't tell me much. I know our fate rests with you." said Castiel and Dean frowns.

"Well, then you guys are screwed. I can't do it, Cas. It's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here. I'm not—I'm not strong enough. Well, I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me." Dean said, sadly, before he begins to cry.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

[milli0n-dollar-fool]

spoilers

since mr gaiman said we could maybe write our notes as we watch each episode i’m going to start doing that because i need to understand what happened the whole season LMAO im so distracted by ep*s*d* s*x

Episode 1 – The Arrival

The thing Crowley is holding looks like the thing he used to stop time

His hair is GORGEOUS

He’s so bubbly and wholesome

Aziraphale didn’t know he was helping to make the stars

This is why Crowley wanted so badly to go to the stars with Aziraphale last season

Crowley sort of refers to Aziraphale as kind of below him? Like rank-wise (note Aziraphale is a cherub?)

Aziraphale looked so hopeful introducing himself to Crowley then he doesn’t even tell him his name LMAO

HIS EXCITED SQUEAL

Is this how he wanted to watch the world go in season 1? From space with Aziraphale?

Not aziraphale thinking Crowley was referring to him with the “look at you, you’re gorgeous”

“and I think you’ve done an excellent job” shoot me now

So this is what Crowley is like with a will to live (JOKING)

“stars everywhere” didn’t he say that in the “what are they putting in bananas these days”

Help the music sliding down when aziraphale breaks the news I didn’t notice that before

Crowley’s face

‘call it a nebula’ HE’S SO PROUD OF IT

‘if I was the one running it all’ *immediately looks around nervously*

‘how much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions’ honey you’ve got a big storm coming

THE STARS RAINING AND THE WING AHHHHHH

Love David tennant getting his name before Michael sheen in the credits

We didn’t see the blimps or raining rabbits in this season – s3?

Switched little sign thingies

THE SIGN CROWLEY WROTE ABOUT CLOSING TIMES AHH

“hello Maggie” HIS VOICE IS SO GENTLE

“what if I were to take these Shostakovich records without paying for him” HE SAYS IT SO MISCHIEVIOUSLY  

Also I love some of shostakovich’s pieces

“I’m very good at forgiveness, it’s one of my favourite things” PARALLEL TO “I FORGIVE YOU” RAHHH

I like how you can see crowleys eyes behind his sunglasses

“frozen peas” he’s not letting down his man aziraphale

She has her order memorized AHRIOAA

Head empty no thoughts goob intro

HELP ME THE BARE HUG SQUEEZE I WOULD RATHER DIE

STOP LOOKING UP AND DOWN AZIRAPHALE

‘near one particular person’ ‘no certainly not’ bffr

Was the something terrible thing heaven hunting him down

His smirk at “his royal smugness is in trouble that’s so sad” AHHHH

“you’re funny. I love you” hello?

The fly in the box heh

Aww his face after ‘what box’

I will die for Muriel  

TONE OF VOICE

“go back a long time’ ok

‘because there’s a naked man there?’ JEALOUSSSS

“is it something I can help you with?’ JEALOUSSSS

So like we were right about Crowley eating/drinking really fast

“purely selfish action’ not very angelic of you

I wonder what the rest of his keys are for

HIM PUTTING HIS GLASSES ON THE HORSE LMAO

“ask him properly” I jumped

“I am dusting” HE JUMPED LMAO

Dartmoor sherlock reference I see you

Arguing 25 minutes into the show I see

‘precious, peaceful, fragile’ man

‘if you refuse to help me you’re at liberty to go’ paralleling ep*s*d* s*x is gut wrenching  

“no, I would love you to help me” im crying he really is picking up the pace

How long was that blue car out there for  

Ngl him smiting everywhere was kinda

“you’re misunderstanding me uriel” “im understanding you very well. You think somebody should be giving orders and that someone is you” PARALLEL TO THE END

I unironically love Michael

Crowley looks so tired in his Bentley :(

For a sec I thought we were going to get traitor traitor Crowley  

The way he sprawls lmao

Beelzebub trying to find the man theyre down bad for lmao

The way they converse comfortably instead of Crowley being afraid of Beelzebub  

Aww Maggie being sheltered :(

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY

“theres only room for one of us in this lane and it’s not you” crying

I love how nina remembers people based off their coffee order – That’s Mr Six Shots of Expresso

“my bad” aww

The way he was listing when he did the I was wrong dance WHAT HAPPENED

Were those the years of the flashbacks I’ll check later (1650, 1793, 1941)

I love the dance I need the backstory

“very nice” rolling

“together” im crying

Parenting is going well

‘it would barely move the dials’ okay

They look so determined

Their smiles when they thought they did the miracle right aww

And theres the end of the episode folks what do we think

[aaetherius]

[ @cxffexngel || Sandy tries less than a glass and wishes to never do that ever again dsFÑKDSFDF ]

‘’ I don’t get it… ‘’ it was the woes of the current supreme primarch as he could barely feel his throat. The burn of alcohol much too great and uncomfortable compared to the pleasant one of freshly brewed coffee. Sandalphon was unsure how he got roped this time to try the alcoholic drink after many times refusing - even after that time that one draph woman had the audacity to pour a whole bottle of that into his coffee back at the stall he once set at that one campsite some months ago. It was disgusting, too strong, sour and simply not even something he finds the so mentioned ‘joy’ of drinking at it. It made him feel heavy, dizzy and simply miserable - which he accentuates with a drawn out groan exhaled as he slumps into the table in front him, cheek flushed into the welcome of cold wood and hands at each side of his form. ‘’ What’s even the point of this drink, the culture around it if there’s not even an ounce of ‘happiness’ this even brings? Truly, I don’t get mortals sometimes. ‘’ yet what he fails to admit the entire time is about how all he’s done is drink not even half the glass he had been offered by none more than Eugen himself, the old skyfarer plenty of times having tried to offer the archangel drinks, to party and drag him as if Sandalphon was a junior under his wing rather the multimilenia primal beast, that will even outlive the old man at any point given - but he couldn’t complain, no. Not even when the four primarch themselves also, while now respecting him given his role he didn’t ask for but has worn with pride , there’s still that familiarity and almost friendliness they thread around him. Uriel almost like an older brother when they cross paths, to Michael’s understanding and lending each other an ear over regrets and guilts that hang over the two, to Gabriel almost terribly dotting nature and sometimes scary way  that she’s, out all the four, the most blended with skydweller culture than he’d be able to. And Raphael that stands by, but always offer the best advice when the winds blow in his direction. And oh how much of a fool he was, as he had singlehandedly seen Gabriel and Europa that time also delight themselves with drinks too while he was just perplexed at the crime happening before his eyes without a power to stop it. ‘’ Maybe I just wasn’t cut for this… Lucifer, what do I do with the glass? I could sneak and throw the rest into the sink but that’d defeat the purpose of a gift despise how… unfitting it is to my tastes. And the pile that the mortal has been piling for me and this ‘enlightenment’ I see nowhere despise my attempts. ‘’ And if he was going to be utterly honest, Sandalphon definitely wanted to just burn them all and just lie that he had drink them without trouble - but knew that he was much of a bad liar and it’d be found out easily even if he left no evidence of the matter due to how easy it’d be to spot the fallacies of his claims. Maybe, just maybe Lucifer would have an answer to his pleas; so a tired sharp, crimson eye perks a bit from the collapsed from of the archangel and oh; was that a frown on Lucifer there? ‘’ … Lucifer? ‘’

A sympathetic frown creases Lucifer's delicate lips as he listens to Sandalphon lament, and then watches the other melt against the table. The archangel has barely made a dent in the drink Eugen had given him, but Lucifer, though not quite as vocal about it as Sandalphon, can understand the other's woes. He finds the taste of alcohol rather detestable, and tends to turn it down or avoid it whenever it's offered to him. Though, unlike poor Sandalphon who got roped into trying it in the middle of a party, the first time he had tried was with Gabriel on an outing some time ago--she had claimed the drinks were delicious, and the flavor might even inspire him to conjure up a new type of coffee. Needless to say, he eagerly agreed to join her, and was sorely disappointed with the results. At first he had simply believed that his tastebuds weren't made to stomach such a thing--after all, the genetic make-up of primals and humans differed, but, ah, well, he had watched Gabriel easily chug down several glasses without batting an eye so that theory had been thoroughly debunked. Perhaps this aversion to alcohol was limited to just himself and Sandalphon for some reason, but he shakes his head. He would need more evidence to back up that claim, so he turns his attention back to the ailing archangel. "Perhaps some mortal customs are simply beyond our comprehension," he adds softly, not wishing to speak too loudly when he knows the effects that drink can have one. "There is no need to push yourself to take part in all of them." Usually Lucifer is eager to try new things, and learn more about humans and their lives--his response to the whole ordeal makes it abundantly clear he enjoys alcohol about as much as Sandalphon does--which is, not at all.

His frown deepens just a tad at the question. Ah, it would be a bit rude to throw the glass away as it was a gift. But he doesn't wish for Sandalphon to torture himself further by forcing himself to drink more of it. His eyes drift over to the glass--watching as the liquid inside sways back and forth, almost like a monster circling its prey. It's only when Sandalphon calls his name that he realizes just how long he had been staring at it. With a soft sigh, he reaches out to gingerly push the other's messy bangs away from his eyes--his skin is warm to the touch, and there's a slight flush painting his features. And it makes his heart ache for the other. Slowly, he runs his hand through the Supreme Primarch's messy hair, and leans down to place a soft kiss upon the freshly exposed skin. "It will be all right, Sandalphon, I will take care of it. Just take it easy," he reassures despite how his nose twitches ever so slightly at the pungent aroma wafting up from the glass. Truly, he's impressed Gabriel can tolerate the taste so well, perhaps there's some sort of trick to it he's yet to learn or master. But, ah, for now, he simply has no choice but to fall on the sword for Sandalphon.  

Pulling away, he now comes face to face with the daunting task ahead. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he prepares himself before picking up the glass, and painstakingly drinking what remains. Though his expression remains stalwart, he can feel his throat burning, and the corner of his eyes threaten to water, but he somehow manages to get it down without coughing on it. And he quietly places the empty cup back onto the table--without saying a word. He seems unnaturally quiet and stiff.

[istherewifiinhell]

reading progress: chapter 279

reading highlights: This is the story of a reader. At the same time it is the story of Dokja...

268 bihyung existential crisis

269 4th wall shaking about yjh in danger

calling on the asmodeus favour, literally a deal with a devil

yjh sponser "this guy always did the same thing. he watched yjh suffering from death. he placed the soul of a hopelessly broken man back into the world line of the past"

yjh thoughts "I can't die" "I'll never die here"

are they, you know, life and death companions [there is a pictogram of a hand bent at the wrist]

"I couldn't help laughing. Now we really would live together or die together"

HMO savig his daughter aww

LHS first to stand up "I was waiting" -> do i even need to say it

the old constellations coming back... crying... even god of a small planet

(cheok Jungyeong carrying kdj) great section for men being carried by other men

one day you will get to whip ass SWK i know you will...

uriel lol

sword girls!!! hell yeah! (ljh & jwh)

272 "The transparent shape of Uriel appeared behing Jung Heewon" -> sick. that fucking jjba shit

uriel has a fucking potty mouth

kdj listening to yjh thoughts cause he cant speak (🥺)

"Can't guarantee anything, maybe they all will die" "Let's go"

Giant story of 73 realm starts talking

273 beeg train..

omg its the subway [im riding in front seat of train car.....]

LHS can open the door cause he was the one who did it the first time

kyrgios and Sword saint!!! (kdj visions blurs -> you crying bro?)

274 "I lived in that world alone, I entered the minds of countless characters and became different beings again and again... Therefore I was a regessor who had never regressed... A returnee who never returned... Maybe I was a reincarnator"

HSY -> kdj shadow.

Yjh rushing to grab falling kdj [when they are all falling from the sky]

abyssal black flame dragon... damn

↳275 horror movie shit [taking out constellations in the cover of dark one by one]

kill with a borrowed knife -> about hankim... mwah

sword master held osu in her mouth -> oh like pupby

278 "Good... It was a word used by Yoo Sangah"

LHS demanding to be let out from med ward cause hes all better now

lgy... he so baby... baby boy. [finally getting to see kdj hugging him and crying]

HSY note "Anyway, that's it... Well goodbye, idiot. See you when you come back to earth"

Krygios and sword saint rivals over their disciples

persphone dances with ysa (as ysa??)

Jhw whistles "Ysa is cool"

277 ◼◼ story of the end -> different word for everyone

hsy nightmare. heart complicated at seeing kdj. sees him stabbed. Woof...

hsy and lsk interation... i am thinking about the milfhunter hsy post

kdj ◼◼ 'the final chapter'

ysa "you looked happy after [the scenarios started]" yes girl interrogate him

278 oh shit angel time

Gabriel calls uriel ◼ (i wanna know which insult so bad)

LHS LGY & SYS all get gifts from kdj and are so normal about it (they are being goofballs)

kdj looks tired as hell

↳ gives jhw a suit -> it will be more comfortable (ill bet lol)

jhw things ysa/kdj is a thing (Ljh thinks hes gay)

hmo prosthetic leg -> wow i thought they might just hand wave that. good for him

Jhw "when the epilogue comes kdj won't be alone"

red cosmos and a lily...

kdj ◼◼ isn't final chapter? was he just saying shit?

279 uriels door says URIEL⭐

uriels usb of handcrafted artisanal AMVs

red cosmos jophiel lily gabriel?

JHW oh yeah what the fuck is she supposed to do...

'LHS sitting like a big dull dog. LGY and SYS like baby cats. All watching KDJ' literally perfect fantastic love that.

and also. i wrote down everything the giant story "said"

The story stated on a train. There was a soldier who wanted to be righteous. There was the strongest loneliest man in the world. There was also a woman who hid herself for others. The sword demon wounded after losing a relationship was met. A child born in the gap between past and future wept. There was the strongest small person in the world. The world of the strongest giant was saved. Finally there was a man who knew the ending of all these worlds. This is the story of a reader. At the same time it is the story of Dokja. Only this story... The woman who woke up from a tigers crouch and laughed while holding a sword to destroy evil. The boy who lost his mother and held the insect in his hand cried. The man who built the castle roared for the family that wouldn't come back. The woman who built up the truth by lying gladly became his shadow.

rotating: very clear on this one. fucking finally. I'm thinking about how kdj did all that to keep yjh alive. how he convinced him, and the sponsor, not to regress, how he tried to shove him healing items he couldn't swallow. He had to use ORV to hear yjh thoughts, cause he was too injured to speak. Grinding a pill into a paste so he could swallow it. I'm thinking about all that.

also. holy fucking mana from the gods. tho thats not a good phrase to use in this story. finally. finally. hsy... there she is. the loaded gun, the last resort. The one who works in parallel but behind the scene. The borrowed knife. The person having nightmares seeing KDJ, seeing him get stabbed. Like how she stabbed him. Hello Han Sooyoung, there you are, there's your motivation, there's your internal self.

[treesap-blogs]

happy saturday y’all if ur in my time zone or any other nearby ones! Here’s a “When The Angels Left The Old Country” by Sacha Lamb!

TUMBLRIANS!! Greetings!! As of the publication date of this review, it will have been about 5-6 days since I finished reading When The Angels Left The Old Country by Sacha Lamb! And ugh! What an excellent book. Up at the tippy top of my mental rankings along with A Lesbiana’s Guide To Catholic School. (P.S., I’m sticking true to my word and developing a weekly schedule! I’m publishing reviews every Saturday! Every other day of the week I’ll just..do whatever I want lol.)

I don’t think I fit into the intended demographic of this book; I have not watched a minute of Good Omens in my life (I only knew that it borrowed a bit from the basic premise/setup based on reviews by people who have watched or read it), nor am I Jewish! The Hebrew and Yiddish glossary at the end was greatly appreciated for the latter reason lmao, although I could guess what some things were based on context clues it was good to have the extra help for visualization. (I picture stuff in my head like a movie when I’m reading, so it can throw me off if I miss a detail.) Regardless, I got sucked into the world of this book, and how culturally rich it felt; the Yiddish/Hebrew/Jewish aspects blended in effortlessly and never felt once like they were being shoved into a line or piece of dialogue. And consequently, I became terribly invested in all of the characters. (“Terribly” meant in an 18th-century-lady-saying-“very much” way, not the negative connotation!) I loved to tune into an angels and demons story that wasn’t exclusively Catholic or Christian(and acknowledged the existence of other religions, too!), and there was something so uniquely poetic about both Little Ash and Uriel discovering what it means to be human, on top of realizing they’re becoming a bit more like that the further along the story they are.

Oh my goodness though, I’ve never wanted a book to be a little more under the romance subgenre than this one. Uriel and Little Ash’s relationship was just..beautiful. I so badly wanted them to get together like the other romantic pairing we get in this story (that one felt a little rushed admittedly, it felt more like infatuation and a fun little fling than genuine romance and we didn’t get a ton of development between the two). (Folks who read the book, you know what I mean.) Although I do think that it would change some of the writing and I wouldn’t want that to happen, I think it’s good as is and I suppose it’s nice that you don’t have that at the front and center so it doesn’t distract from the plot. Not that Sacha Lamb ever rules out the possibility of them getting together, but it just doesn’t get finalized ☹️. You can see how their affection towards each other changes to become a bit more romantic towards the middle of the story, and..goodness. They’re just so sweet. I usually don’t get emotional over a book romance, but these guys?? They’re everything to me!!! They should’ve kissed damnit. LET ASHEL AND URIEL KISS GODDAMNIT!!!

Anyhow! I also really loved the characters. Uriel and Little Ash/Ashel(I call him a lot of things in this review sorry) complimented each other’s personalities well! Although there was a possibility that Ashel’s “always sniffing around for sinners and mischief whenever he can” gimmick has the potential to get old after a while, as well as Uriel’s moral perfection being the foil to that (and acting as a means of keeping him in check), but both characters undergo their own changes and arcs, meaning that neither become “tired”. I liked their banter too. And Rose was a force of her own, a “firecracker” as I’ve seen another reviewer describe, her and the other two worked well as a trio once she became accustomed to both of them(+Ashel didn’t see the point in messing with her anymore lmao) and I liked seeing them become more of a friend group as the story progressed.

Also, this was one of the only times where I’ve felt truly satisfied by the ending of a non-contemporary novel! So that was a nice surprise. (So many sequels and open endings nowadays!) (I sound like a boomer, sorry.) 

Overall, it was a well-written book, one of my favorites at that, and I’ll definitely recommend it to those who read historical fiction. No spoiler section for this review, everyone! I don’t have a ton I feel the need to rant about, which I can’t tell is because of my enjoyment of this book or because this week has been truly exhausting (and it’s taken everything in me to gather up my remaining energy and finish this review). (Apologies for those who saw my deleted post, I haven’t been in the best state.)

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 stars! 

Paz, signing off!

(Book trigger/content warnings: Historical xenophobia and antisemitism, violence, some blood.)

[icharchivist]

I wonder if this Disciples event might have some tie-in with the Six Dragons since they did briefly mention the Primarchs in Old Bond. I've seen people theorize that next year's anniversary event might be about whatever that's building up to so I'm very curious.

That could be possible right?

I mean we know the primarches retiring both had the old dragons get out of their slumber and the disciples coming over trying to understand the elements. If anything, it'd tie things up neatly together if the Disciples end up meeting up with the dragons.

I do have some questions though about specifically the "one primal" they're specifically waiting for answer about, because the dragons aren't primals and well mhmmm

but i do think it'd be nice if the disciples met the dragons. It'd make for some neat stories at least.

And oh god. For a long time i liked to picture the disciples with their respective primarches, specifically because i found "extreme loud and talkative" Grimnir being around "the most quiet and stoic of them all" Raphael to be a hilarious image, but now i want to specifically see the trios and see their dynamics.

Like.

Wilnas/Michael/Shiva. From how wise and dignified Shiva can be, similar to Michael who yet is also very "and in case diplomacy doesn't work i have a gun." and then Wilnas, mister happy go lucky.

Wamdus/Gabriel/Europa would have a mostly calm dynamic, they're all a little mischievous but they're mostly calm and i can see Wamdus get along with the duo Gabriel and Europa already make very easily.

Galleon/Uriel/Alexiel is a wild card as a trio considering Uriel originally disliked the fact Alexiel basically wouldn't leave him alone the moment she decided to learn from him, but they both seem stubborn and determined where Galleon is more laid back.

But yeah anyway post especially brought up by how chaotic Wind would be with Ewiyar/Raphael/Grimnir. Raphael being the only one with an useful braincell. Grimnir as loud as ever who is also completely playing with Ewiyar just because the cat is demanding it. Raphael being more and more tired.

now i kinda want those "three generations" of elemental rulers to meet that would be fun as hell.

But we shall see..

[thesims4-adventure]

Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Generation  Two: Rose

EP. 57

From today I decided that I would invest more in fame, I needed to become better known. So I decided it was time to donate and start investing more in social media.

A partir de hoje decidi que investiria mais em fama, precisava ficar mais conhecida. Então decidi que era hora de fazer doações e começar a investir mais nas redes sociais.

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I also decided that Cody would be a Boy Scout, for some reason...

"Entrou na carreira de escoteiro - Cody agora é um escoteiro lhama no Scout Pack #1. ele pode começar imediatamente verificando o progresso do distintivo as reuniões com o líder da tropa é no domingo às 14:00!"

Também decidi que Cody seria escoteiro, por algum motivo...

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Despite the rain, I went on a date in the park.

Apesar da chuva fui à um encontro no parque.

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Maybe the rain just made it more romantic.

Talvez a chuva só tenha dado um clima mais romântico.

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Then we went to warm up a bit, but unfortunately more people had that idea.

Depois fomos nos aquecer um pouco, mas infelizmente mais pessoas tiveram essa ideia.

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It was almost perfect!

"Recompensa conquistada - foi um encontro ... senão o encontro de maior sucesso de todos os tempos...."

Foi quase perfeito!

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Now the only thing left was to eat, take a shower and get some sleep.

"Cheered to Death (De ouvir um sim alegre) A alegria muitas vezes pode ser contagiosa, mas às vezes também pode ser dolorosamente irritante."

Agora a única coisa que restava era comer, tomar um banho e dormir um pouco.

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ In the morning we went to order food, I hate cooking.

Pela manhã fomos pedir comida, eu odeio cozinhar.

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Sometimes I think I'm so tired I think I'm delirious watching things float around.

As vezes acho que estou tão cansada que acho que estou delirando vendo coisas flutuarem por aí.

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Hammy was getting old, Cody decided to release the little hamster to have the rest of his life running around. Is it a boy scout thing?

"Hammy está dando sinais de envelhecimento..."

" Liberdade! (de liberar um Roedor) Todo roedor morre; nem todo roedor realmente vive. Corra livre meu pequeno; Eu acredito em você!"

Hammy estava envelhecendo, Cody decidiu soltar o pequeno hamster para ter o resto da sua vida correndo por aí. Será coisa de escoteiro?

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So we went to the park, but he seems to have more fun at home watching TV or playing games on his tablet. Sometimes I think it's my fault, but it must be his way!

Então fomos ao parque, mas ele parece se divertir mais em casa vendo TV ou jogando no tablet. As vezes acho que é culpa minha, mas deve ser o jeito dele mesmo!

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I found my stepdad in the park.

Encontrei meu padrasto no parque.

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ It means that my mother was at my house.

Significa que minha mãe estava na minha casa.

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ Sometimes I think Cody likes talking to her more than me... Nerds!

As vezes acho que Cody gosta mais de conversar com ela do que comigo...Nerds!

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ My teenage boyfriend who still lives with his mom asked me out today, of course I did, he's cute.

"Você sabia? Pintar quadros nos festivais de romance está na moda agora. Quer tentar?

Meu namorado da adolescência que ainda mora com a mãe me chamou para sair hoje, é claro que eu fui, ele é bonitinho.

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But the big baby was scared because of the dark, maybe it's better to schedule during the day.

Mas o bebezão estava assustado por causa do escuro, talvez seja melhor marcar durante o dia.

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In order not to spend the night at home, I invited Uriel to a restaurant on the top floor of a building right here in the neighborhood.

Para não passar a noite em casa eu convidei Uriel para um restaurante na cobertura de um prédio aqui na vizinhança mesmo.

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I was annoyed by the @#%$ of a cube she kept moving, but I had so much fun!

"Prêmio ganho - Encontro lendário! Há algo especial no inventário doméstico do seu Sim para ajudá-lo a se lembrar."

Fiquei irritada com a @#%$ de um cubo que ela não parava de mexer, mas me diverti muito!

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[the-firebird69]

There's a whole bunch of things going on I've never heard someone be more frustrated in my life than me talking about this dumb subject. It has highlighted there is a serious issue regarding transportation it's massively serious my son and daughter are having trouble moving it at all I don't know what to tell you we can't stand these people enjoy yourself he says and Uriel says it too and not his wife take their factories and defeat them all by fighting their computers keep it online and deliver products and fight them when you're delivering products and we're going to win and really they're stupid Tommy F doesn't want it so we have to do it and we understand something these people are stupid and they're doing that and I said yeah they've been hit and they're done no I'm not that's where my people are from and we're going to do it cuz I think it's right test it at least and our son and daughter say that and Uriel and goddess wife say I have tested it it is the right thing to do and I'm starting to do it now and I know you're upset and wanted it done we've been taking the stuff it's been kind of rough but now it's going to be possible because they're actually fighting and relying the whole time for later and it will be ready I just don't want to hear it from them they say they're smart but really is better for us to wait no we need these a while ago and it's going to urgent and I get that and we don't use those in turtles and they're too big and nobody's buying them they're ridiculously high these are kind of old-fashioned but they look great in the USA are accepted everywhere so I'm going to go ahead and get it done and Uriel and got his wife say it and we have a Chinese version he has and she does and it's true it's like the American military one but black and they're poor boys here who need it and they need it right now I'm going to start manufacturing these and my grandson and granddaughter want me to and it's difficult though they're not doing it it's a hard thing to do

It's going to happen soon and we do feel it coming people need this stuff the molex suffered huge losses today there is about 10 trillion trying to get to the states $20 trillion this morning hundreds of trillions this morning with Trump and they figured it out we don't have any armament we saw what works we don't have that and we're stupid thought they were giants or something dumb and really they made a huge mistake and they're yelling at our son is going to get away from me moron you did it again different. I'm recommending that we do something to make this happen I'm tired of these Chinese blowing smoke up my butt even Uriel and got a swipe for doing it it's work I don't know why they don't want to do it he says it's my country and I run it the way I want are you going to do it or not well you heard me say it I've heard you say it before everyone's saying it to me this is lunacy lunacy means our people need transportation not to provide for our people and I won't shut my mouth to my people so I guess you're right about something everybody's got this stupid sore so I fought for these idiots and these idiots are going after people we don't like and even access to get them something cuz they're paying the ass they are a pain in the ass you get in that stuff people go after more and they think it's less cuz they're stupid but we need that activity they're buying the other bikes so you don't want to make them that's fine why not tell me the truth what kind of leadership am I going to have when people are not telling me the truth I feel upset I've had it happen so many times what I should do is just take everything over I have powerful monsters that can overpower anyone your monsters are all smaller I mean you people really understand something what are you going to do over there with nothing going on just all this stuff I've provided does not do the job at all the job is to get the troops in there you're going to get the troops in there you get a big fight going on they're going to come back it's going to be a backlash and you're going to be blindsided and he hasn't handled he says so you have a meeting and see if he does if he doesn't I want to know why I don't know why too why people aren't getting their jobs done and they're running around saying I did and it's a big embarrassment who gives a s*** about embarrassment this is War and we're at War and just leave and you'll be like these little kids like these kids I don't understand what you're saying you don't want to do it cuz they don't want to do it maybe I'll have a way to it so mean I figured out something this sucks he would trying to see you've already tried it and what happened dude you had the past in 2015 they abused it. Movies matrix facilities and they're too big we need action and we need motivation we need movement these morlocks need to see them I certainly agree with something this is like stagnated and it's crap put together some stuff and your test you want to test it... How do people being dumb too all these people are dumb we don't have to be stupid cuz they are he said it I have these huge projects everybody's belly is full we haven't done anything that's all that stuff can be lost with that one threat. Zig zag has it for us tonight and our leaders asked for him to do it he want you to sit through the whole thing before he has questions make notes

Thor Freya

I understand what you're saying grown men act like children sometimes I'm not getting what I want either I want freedom from this crap you say give them those motorcycles so make it happen that's what I see something it will and Wade Chandler sees it too these idiots will have those the clones will fight them and your idiot idiot so fight them it's a mess we move in. They have some blocks and Hera is real smart I'll see it should drop that bagster up she brought it up and it's been for sale recently as 2017 it looks like a Honda rebel it's almost as big it's great for women and it's a great way to bring it back because of you just put it back and we're going to the go-karts place and we'll put it back there and my son is finally getting the idea so we just test it but you need a decent size program but what he says is right we're just sitting here and these retards are all being picked up by The matrix and they're not doing it and not noticing at least they'll be free and they'll feel free and I'll have a chance to see it and do something has a plan for it Tommy F wants to sensing ships you big fat happy homo. So we need him to talk about it too my son wants to go to a meeting somewhere and talk about it probably in a restaurant or something and he wants to go blah blah blah at you the call to order. I agree with that we're going to get going on this

We're going to go ahead and do this now it's a great idea and our son can drive one at a dealer with a 49cc you'll see it can pull its way and you're going to buy him cuz he's going to like it

Thor Freya

I'm going to have to make it work and I have to get help and BJ wants to do it and Trump and me and Tommy f A lot of people he says he thinks Garth and his people are the ones in the way he's going to understand how it works cuz all these white people go after each other you know spoken like a true black man now I get it and it's going to draw attention to what we needed to and you are definitely not a Jedi guy you don't get what I'm saying garth these things are too big. And he's thinking about it and saying yeah you know he's kind of right it's too big for me and you would not have been talking fearlessly sometimes you can't follow it and people are wondering what's going on it's a tough time there too he had a tough time with this guy and it makes sense cuz Trump is the one who kept on unwrapping it and I noticed about that too and people think Michael take over and he might get an edge and somehow start doing it but now he's not he's going down with the ship your people are nuts and they're on The matrix and you're in the movie means you finally get it he wants to take it over and you guys do too bja finds dad and Obama your father who doesn't hold stuff against you because he knows you're just a stupid Jew bag... No a friend said the last three lines to Garth and it's true too says he wants his father back and cried out for him many times give him those ships and they will come the whiteyville. Did you see that too we have to go after our room two bags

Mac

You have to pull some strings here and get some things going the guys are interested he says and we need to start moving then we need a car company and we need also to manufacturing and we have all these companies were taking on and we need our people and we have our program

Olympus

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2033 Day 79

On the Head of a Pin/Blink

Only REALLY REALLY great episodes today

“On the Head of a Pin”

Plot Description: Castiel and Uriel capture Alastair and ask Dean to torture him with skills he learned in Hell

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I mean…could any human survive this crash?? A whole ass angel died, what chance do I have??

I love that we start with Cas, but does it bode well for my commentary skills? Absolutely not

I don’t want to say it’s so EASY for Sam to say “well, get angry!” In response to Dean saying he’s tired of burying friends, but fucking damn…it’s so easy for him to say that when he’s not been doing this as long and been able to take years off for college.

I thought Cas was the one in charge between him and Uriel. But you can already see Castiel questioning the grand plan…

“Uriel is the funniest angel in the garrison. Ask anyone” said in a completely stone cold tone is….i fucking love him

Mmmmm so he was kind of demoted for getting to close and sympathetic to Dean the Winchesters

God I really hate Sam right now…Dean’s not weak, you asshole

Everyone is pissing me off. Alastair taunting Dean for what he did to him, what he did to John, how “easily” Dean broke

And Castiel can tell this isn’t right. It’s not right to ask this of Dean, to ask a human, the human they saved from Hell to torture a demon

YO. SAM. Wtf my dude??

Anna!!! Thank you, Anna, for trying to talk some sense into Cas

Oh, Cas… you should listen to her. This is WRONG, and you KNOW IT

Deeeeeeeeeeeean breaking the first seal is breaking my heart.

Ok. He got off the rack, but…that thing was sabotaged. Who sabotaged it, though???

Cas coming in to save Dean, and Sam coming to save both of them (I mean, mostly Dean, but Cas is there too).

Cas is so disturbed, as he should be, that Sam can straight up KILL demons now. Yeah, you two need to talk……….

I love dramatic lighting through slats in blinds…just beautiful

Cas calling on Anna for someone to follow, someone to believe in…and her refusing to be that person because he needs to think for himself. Good for both of them, honestly. Difficult, yes, but the correct thing to do

Uriel, WHYYYYYY. He wants to raise Lucifer himself? On one hand, he’s got the same doubts Castiel has. And honestly, I can understand his logic. Lucifer was one of if not God’s favorite. He was beautiful and powerful, and if you’ve been doubting the existence of God but you’re beings designed to follow, the next best thing would be the next powerful being. On the other, it IS THE DEVIL FROM THE BIBLE

Rip Uriel

I like they already have a little banter between them and the honesty between the two. Truthfully, even without anything else, this scene in the hospital would be enough to convert me to a Destiel shipper. It’s hard to see Dean doubt himself and call himself weak, but you can also already tell how much Castiel already believes in him. And when Dean…we’ll call it asks Cas to stay and actually finish their conversation (“don’t you go disappearing on my you son of a bitch” counts, yeah??) and then he DOES?? I’m fine. I’m normal about this…

“Been On My Mind…”: the whole Sam and Ruby thing is very much going on 10

"Blink"

Plot Description: In an old, abandoned house, the Weeping Angels wait. When people start disappearing, Sally must decode the cryptic messages from a mysterious stranger called the Doctor before she can save the day

(i have a feeling i won't have a lot to say in this episode based purely on the lack of Ten and Martha. i think it's gonna be a lot of "Girl, NO!"s and "RUN"s and "GET OUT OF THERE"s, but we'll see)

It's such a solid opening. The messages written on the wall about the weeping angels and for her to duck. Just...REALLY GOOD.

God. Remember when we used to have our phones NOT on silent all the time? and how ringtones were a Thing TM??

Sad...is happy? for deep people? This...really was written in the mid '00s.

Not to link Good Omens to this....no, Good Omens was already linked to this show because DAVID TENNANT. But why DO the British have this trope of delivering letters to places on very specific days, at very specific times years and decades (maybe even centuries) in the future?

I LOVE the weird screeching music when the angels are around

It's amazing how terrifying they've made statues.

Blink is actually physical media propaganda. We need to invest in it again.

Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff....yes!!

Wait...how did they get to that garage that quickly?? Wouldn't we have seen them in the background.....like, i know they move fast, but THAT FAST?? doN'T BLINK, DUDE!!! he hasn't even watched the 17 DVD extras. THIS is why we need to bring back physical media

The "game" the guys in this episode have is just.......not it. Then again, it was written by Steven Moffat, so are we surprised?

Ok. Good. It's weird even in 2007 that she's only got 17 DVDs.

The conversation between Sally and the Doctor in the TV is still just BRILLIANT. It's SO FUCKING CLEVER.

DON'T DO IT. DON'T DO IT, MAN. DON'T BLINK. PLEASE. Okay. But also like...do they forget you exist when you're not around them?

Just an absolutely tremendous and terrifying scene when they angels turn out the light.

I really wanna know what was happening that the Doctor and Martha are running around with a bow and a quiver of arrows.

Episodes Since the Doctor's Last Attempted Genocide: 7

[gwensgold]

your grief is an honour song. // a may dies on the boat au.

Mentions: May Nguyễn, Emil Becker, Uriel, Astrid Hunter, Saint Warden, Omer Nacar Timestamp: 23 May & onward. Triggers: Murder, grief, blood, gun violence.

From the moment the first bullets hit the boat, Gwen’s first thoughts are of May. All the way through the chaos, her thoughts extend to the wife she does not see, not in any corner she comes across. When the bombs go off, she does not see her, when she crashes into the murky waters of the river, she does not see her, when she attempts to drag Jack Tanner onto the shore, she does not see her. There are others that cross her mind, sure, but every thought returns to May.

And when she does see her, she lets go of Jack and rushes over. She’s with Emil, by her car. She’s with Emil. Emil is safe. May is here. May is here. May is here.

But something shines in Emil’s eyes and Gwen stops, freezes as her eyes take in the complete scene in front of her. May is here, but she is pale and still and there’s blood flowering down her chest. Gwen looks at her, limp and unmoving in her friend’s arms, and she screams. Blood-curdling and terror-filled, she screams before she continues her journey over, hands pressing on May’s body, her face, willing her eyes to open, and being met with nothing.

Gwen can’t retell the journey from the docks to Emil’s home. Everything is a blood-stained blur. She cannot retell the things she may have said or the accusations she may have made, only remembering the blankness of May. May, who was always moving, always bursting with how alive she was, now growing colder with every moment that passed. 

“It matters nothing to me if I lose you though. That I know. That is not a price I wish to pay.”

Death’s mission grows stale, like old bread between her teeth. Gwen has no interest in it any more and she voices these thoughts, only once, to Uriel who stares at May’s body as if he’s lost a younger sibling. “Was this really worth it?” she asks him in a condemning tone, unafraid as she gazes up at her Horseman. He can threaten demotion all he wants, can threaten to have her killed if he wishes: Gwen does not care for Death if May is not there, at the heart of it all. “Are you happy now? Are you going to watch us all die for you?” 

He towers over her and his voice is a tired, angry boom as he warns and threats, reminding her that May isn’t here to cover her back if she grows reckless. Gwen stares danger in the face with a clenched jaw, ready to respond with viciousness. “Don’t become a liability,” he tells her. “I have no use for those.” She swallows her defiance, for now, and looks away.

Gwen thinks that she wouldn’t mind dying. She believes in the afterlife, believes that death will reunite her with whom she has lost ( and whether that’s in heaven or hell, she doesn’t mind ), but she won’t go there before she has done what she has to. Retribution. Revenge. A balancing of scales.

She does not know who loosened the bullet that ended her wife’s life, however, so it’s what she pours herself onto. She asks anyone present if they had seen what had happened, pressing them to go over their memories of that chaotic night, growing angry when they have no answers and constantly returning to the same feeling of guilt, the feeling of I should have been there. Powerlessness bleeds through her along with the longing that takes a hold of her every night she sleeps in her bed alone. It’s cold, without May, her empty side of the bed something Gwen is afraid to touch.

For a moment, she wonders if this is how Astrid Hunter feels every night, too. For a moment, she thinks that maybe she deserves this. 

And when, after weeks and months of obsessively pouring herself over the cause of her wife’s death, after Omer Nacar confesses his role in the way May had died, Gwen seeks her revenge. Omer is spared, not given forgiveness but not much else either. “Don’t ever talk to me again,” she bites to an old friend, backing away with terror and hatred shining in her eyes. “Or I’ll kill you, too.”

She might as well be a fury from Hades when she descends on Saint Warden’s flat, claiming retribution as she presses the nuzzle of a gun against his chest, pulling the trigger and watching the bullet course through his heart in the spot where he’d shot and killed May. And as he drops on his floor and his dog barks madly and Gwen wipes at her face, at the blood oozing from her wounds from their fight, she feels harrowing emptiness. She stares at her murderous hands, at the blood that stains them in multiple ways, and balls them, nails pressing in the palm of her hand before she slams them against a wall, again and again and again.

Like the destruction she sought out as a kid, there is no relief in the after. There is only numbness enveloping her now that the deed is done, a quiet nothingness where May would have been before. 

She has become a liability. All Gwen offers Death is the pub and she hardly runs that, struggling to drag herself out of that cold bed in the mornings and struggling to climb back in it at night. She cannot find it in herself to care for Death’s mission, even if it might be what May would have wanted, cannot find it in herself to put her heart into any of it when it’s been ripped out. She does not fear consequence as she never has. Let her be damned. Let her descend into hell if she must. Maybe she will see May again, then, at least. 

[chaoticsoulsword]

I apologize in advance but @hoaryhoggoths​ and I created this Doomstrange x Good Omens AU and everything fits like a glove, I can’t.

Hear us out:

Aziraphale = Stephen

Crowley = Doom

Anathema = Wanda

Newt = Vision

Warlock = Valeria Richards

Warlock’s parents: Sue and Reed

Adam Young = Illyana Rasputin

Adam’s parents: Charles and Erik

Archangel Gabriel = Steve Rogers

Sandalphon = Tony Stark

Michael = Namor

Uriel = T'Challa

Pepper = Zelma

Wensleydale = Billy Kaplan

Brian = Nico Minoru

Sister Mary Loquacious = Scott Lang

Madame Tracy = Natasha

Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell = Bucky

Death = Death

Pollution = Oblivion

Famine = Eternity

War = Infinity

Beelzebub = Emma Frost

Hastur = Daimon

Ligur = Satana

Satan = Mephisto/Belasco

God = Vishanti

Stephen is the dumb angel who is both very smart and stupid, also he’s afraid of the Vishanti. Yet, he gives the Eye of Agamotto to Adam and Eve because he’s so caring and naive. And Doom immediately falls in love with him the moment he says “I GAVE IT AWAY”. Stephen call his bookshop “the Sanctum Sanctorum” but he hates having clients. He loves his old tomes very much. Also he loves food, mostly tea. Victor hates when Stephen says that “Vishanti’s plan is ineffable,” tho.

Doom, on the other hand, is very practical but he doesn’t like being a demon. He didn’t mean to fall, he just wanted to save his mother’s figure from hell and thus was cast away. The fall burned and scarred his face, this is why he wears sunglasses all the time. Everyone blames him for the misery he put humanity through but actually he does nothing wrong ever (the only exception being when he plays god with his plants). “GROW BETTAAAAH”, he screams dramatically. Doom was once a very powerful archangel and created Alpha Centauri. Now he just grows more and more attached to the dumb angel at Greenwich Village.

When Satana and Daimon gave the Antichrist (Illyana) to Victor, he left the baby in Father Lang’s hands. He was supposed to switch the US Ambassador and wife’s (Reed and Sue Richards) child and the Antichrist, but he screwed things up. Illyana ended up going to Erik and Charles’ home, while Valeria became Sue and Reed’s child. The third child is unkown to us.

Stephen and Victor then, intending to avoid doomsday, have this brilliant idea to infiltrate the Richards’ Baxter Mansion and being figures of bad and good influence to Valeria. Victoria is now her nanny, while Brother Steven is the gardner. Victoria will sing lullabies about conquering the world and crushing enemies, while Brother Steven will say: “Don’t listen to her. Listen to me.”

When they conclude their mission, they return to their regular activities, believing Valeria will not become the Antichrist. Except they’re wrong. During Valeria’s 11th birthday party, they expected the hellhound to appear. But it never shows up. “Wrong child.”

The hellhound finds Illyana, who names it Bats. Nico, Billy and Zelma are Illy’s best friends and they’re inseparable. Charles and Erik are worried about Illy, but they try their best to be good parents.

In the meantime, Wanda Maximoff flies to America in order to find the Antichrist. She carries her family’s legacy: witchcraft and the book called Darkhold. Interestingly enough, Wanda loses the Darkhold when Victor hits her with his car. Wanda only accepts their aid because she’s so sure they’re a gay couple. “Come on, angel.” Oh, everything makes sense now. Also Victor is so bitter, he keeps teasing Stephen for performing miracles. “Oh, Vishanti, heal this bike.”

We’re also introduced to Vision, a synthezoid who, ironically enough, is bad with computers. Vision meets an old man named Sergeant Bucky who is very committed to find and burn witches. He lives next to Madame Natasha, whom he despises for her profession. Bucky hires Vision as a witchfinder.

Meanwhile, Archangel Steve Rogers and Tony go visit Stephen in the Sanctum regarding the Antichrist. They’re bad at playing humans. “Thank you for my pornography!” Tony yells for everyone to hear. “You can’t make a war without war! That’s brilliant, Tony!”, Steve says. There are other angels, such as T’Challa and Namor. Rumors say they’re called the Illuminati.

As doomsday approaches, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse rise: Eternity, Infinity, Oblivion and Death.

Finding out that Doom lied about the Antichrist, Satana and Daimon Hellstrom go haunt Victor. Satana ends up dead (but not really because these two always come back). White Queen of Hell Emma Frost is not pleased, though. Good thing her demonic group called The Cabal was in cahoots with one of the Illuminati, the archangel Namor.

As things get more complicated, Stephen and Victor have an argument. Victor wants to go to Alpha Centauri and Stephen is afraid of betraying Heaven.

"How long have been acquaintances?"

"Acquaintances? We're not acquaintances. We're an angel and a demon."

Victor tries to convince him one last time but Stephen is adamant. “We can run away together. Alpha Centauri!” When Stephen refuses once more, Victor is tired and angry and frustrated. “I’m going home, Angel. And when I’m off in the stars, I won’t even think about you!”

Victor, obviously, can’t live without Stephen. So of course he goes back to the Sanctum, only to find it in flames. He’s desperate, mostly because he knows the pain of being burned, but Stephen is nowhere to be found. “SOMEONE KILLED MY BEST FRIEND! FOOLS! ALL OF YOU!” He then saves the only book that didn’t become ash, the Darkhold.

Stephen, on the other hand, accidentally goes to Heaven and returns to Earth without a body. He then, after reassuring Victor, possesses Madame Natasha and, with Sergeant Bucky’s help, go after the Antichrist.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are defeated by Nico, Billy and Zelma. Illy fixes Stephen’s body situation. Emma and Steve, on the other hand, are not pleased, but they can’t make a point about Vishanti’s ineffable plan. Mephisto/Belasco then appear, which makes Doom loses all hope. “We’re fucked!” he utters. Stephen is not convinced and forces Victor to act, or he’ll never talk to him again. Victor curses and stops time itself so they can come up with a plan. They show their true form (their wings are huge and beautiful) and hold Illyana’s hands. When the devil comes for her, the girl shouts that they’re not her dad. She keeps yelling until it becomes true. Her dads, after all, are Erik and Charles.

Heaven and Hell then want their revenge on Stephen and Victor, but they swap  bodies. Victor laughst at Steve, T’Challa and Tony’s faces when they try to burn him, while Stephen is having so much fun in the bathtub filled with holy water, courtesy of Namor

When all is over, they bodyswap back and have a very pleasant date at the Ritz.

“I like to think that none of this would have worked out if you weren’t, at heart, just a little bit of a good person.”

“And if you weren’t, deep down, just enough of a fool to be worth knowing.”

“To the world.”

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I might be forgetting something but!!! BUT!!! THIS!!

[foolishglint-butwithdarksiders]

The Watcher and His Horseman

“The Watcher is bound to you. It will ensure your loyalty.” The gravelly voice of the Council reverberated throughout the cavern.

The Watcher materialized, fluttering around War and eyeing him like he was a prize hellhound, “ Remember that now. Or I will really get under your skin.” He accented his words by demonstrating the power that the Council had given him. Pain shot throughout War’s body and he dropped to his knees.

Watcher enjoyed the spectacle for a few moments, this was something he could never get tired of. The look on the brutish Horseman’s face was delicious and soothing to him.

“ENOUGH,” the Council boomed. Watcher bowed and returned to War’s arm. The Council continued speaking to War, but Watcher already knew the plan. The Horseman was nothing more than a pawn in a much larger game, once he was no longer useful Watcher was supposed to dispose of him. It was a task he was most amicable to.

The Council gave War their fondest farewells, “BE GONE.”

There was a sudden jolt and then fire. War was making his way back to Earth in a dramatic ball of fire streaking across the sky. And then there was impact. It was jarring, Watcher felt his six eyes burning, ‘Is this normal!’ There was pressure on his skull, like someone was crushing it.

A vision. Him mocking the Horseman while he writhed in pain, Watcher clutching the seventh seal holding it just out of his reach. Uriel stabbing War with a glowing blade, and then shattering the seventh seal. The Watcher in his vision proclaiming that he’ll tear her guts out through her halo. He was so close to killing her, and then War stood up. The putrid tell-tale smell of spilled demon blood. The fear crippling him. War wrapping his giant fingers around his head and squeezing. Darkness.

Watcher eventually shook out of his stupor, groaning and holding his head as the vision ended. He blinked blearily and noticed that War had a small smile on his face. Watcher growled and clenched his fist. The inky smoke swirled around War and once again pain wracked his body.

“Don’t forget Horseman, on Earth I call the shots. And also,” Watcher suddenly stopped his words. The feeling of War crushing his skull entered his mind. An uneasy fear permeated Watchers thoughts.

“We are in this together,” Watcher finally said, releasing War of his torment. War growled and shoved him aside, not bothering to look at him. Watcher glared at him with disdain, but let it go in favour of observing his surroundings.

“Looks like we’re a little off the mark.” War ignored him and began to climb up the demonic growth. They had landed in a derelict building. Rusted and decrepit vehicles lay scattered around them. Several things had caught fire as they landed. Mold was abundant, growing in damp corners and thin white spores floated visibly in the sunlight. Watcher was surprised that the human architecture had survived a century of an apocalyptic war.

“It’s a miracle that this dump is still standing,” he remarked offhandedly. The Horseman still did not speak to him, and Watcher’s anger began to bubble up again. But before he could lash out again, Watcher dematerialized and returned to War’s metal hand. The same hand that would kill him, if his vision was correct.

No matter, if he played his cards right, War would defeat the Destroyer and still remain subjugated to the Council. Then they would reward and exalt him.

War stopped in his descent, the stairs had collapsed up ahead. He leapt over the gap with ease. The old corpses of diseased humans littered this floor. They didn’t seem right. Something was off. Suddenly, the bodies began to twitch and stand upright. War narrowed his eyes as the risen dead shuffled towards him.

His sword made quick work of them, slicing through their soft rotten flesh. They were weak, but there were many of them. Watcher felt the hand that he possessed curl around a zombie’s entire head, and squish it with little effort. The body dropped to the floor, never to rise again.

It was a violent affair, and Watcher knew that War was happily working off his aggression by carving up the lot of them. Once all the diseased undead were taken care of Watcher materialized again. And was startled when a Fleshburster manifested out of an orange portal. It bellowed and ran towards them but prematurely exploded, and once again a schism laid between War and the exit.

He jumped up and grabbed the pipe that stretched over the gap. He pulled himself along the pipe and quickly closed the distance. Despite being weakened by the Council, it seemed that War still had much strength. At least enough strength to haul himself over a gap. He landed on the other side with a grunt.

“Over here!” he said as he motioned to an elevator shaft. Demonic growth had taken over the wall, which was fortunate as War could not fly and the stairs were out of commission. Once again the hulking Horseman failed to acknowledge him aside from a curl of disdain on his lips.

Shoving Watcher aside, War pushed apart the rusted elevator doors and leapt onto the demonic growth and began to climb upwards. Deigning to remain corporeal, Watcher floated above him, feeling quite satisfied that he wouldn’t have to touch the awful growth on the walls. He shuddered as he thought of the disgusting fibrous mold that sprung like a pest wherever demon spawn went. It was invasive, had a musty smell, and was almost impossible to get rid of.

At least it was good for one thing, Watcher thought as War sprung out of the elevator shaft, wrenching apart the warped elevator doors. The wooden floor creaked underneath his weight as he landed gracelessly.

The room was much more elegant than the parking spaces they had crawled out of, but half the floor was gone. A statue of a dainty looking angel stood in the middle and the floor was covered in a faded rug that was practically dust. More undead milled around without purpose. Another Fleshburster came from a sickly orange portal.

It ran forward clumsily, the fire in its belly roiling. War readied himself for combat. It roared as its exposed stomach expelled a ball of fire. Watcher floated over to the statue, content to let War work out his frustrations.

The statue was of a woman with wings, the white marble marred by time. Watcher was surprised to note that it was mostly intact, usually demons would happily defile anything that reminded them of angels. Watcher flew around the statue, taking in the details. She had a kind face, which Watcher considered ironic; angels rarely showed kindness, and held no love to the humans who innately venerated them.

There was an explosion, and an explosion sized hole in the carpet. War looked a little singed, and his cloak had dark smudges on it. Watcher chuckled and the Horseman’s frown deepened. He lumbered his way to the out of place three ton pedestal that stood underneath the partially collapsed balcony. War pushed the huge pedestal to the other end and jumped up to the balcony. A convenient pipe stretched all the way across to the opposing balcony walkway.

War deftly crossed the distance and landed solidly onto the wooden walkway. Wasting no time in slaying the Wicked that dared to stand before him, War continued onward into the next room. The floor shook underneath War’s footsteps, and without warning it gave way. War landed on the ground with little harm.

More Wicked in the room, wandering around the multiple tables and chairs. A lone piano stood off to the side. A sudden uneasy prickling feeling went up Watcher’s spine, and an orange forcefield activated, barring the exits.

War drew his sword again, once again anticipating the thrill of decimating his enemies. Watcher knew that he should go into War’s gauntlet, but felt annoyed somehow at the prospect. Watcher knew that unless he wanted to get caught up in the fray he would leave. Once again dissipating, Watcher wound himself into the prosthetic hand. A Gholen crashed down from the above floor and in typical demon fashion, announced his arrival with an animalistic bellow.

“Subtlety is a lost art apparently,” Watcher commented.

War, who was decidingly a terrible conversationalist, once again didn’t deign to respond. The Horseman instead raised Chaoseater and charged forward. The demon roared again and lumbered towards him. It raised it’s flaming claws and brought them down in a heavy blow. War dodged at the last moment, then turned and slashed at its back. Lots of dodging later, the demon finally succumbed to Death’s sarcastic embrace.

The force fields dissipated, and War strode onward with satisfaction. Watcher floated over to the piano with interest. He ghosted his spindly fingers over the keys, which were coated in a thick layer of grime. Grimacing in disgust, Watcher looked up to see that War was already leaving without him. He rushed back to the Horseman’s side, making sure that the other saw his glare. If War cared, he didn’t show it.

The building shook again and a pile of rubble fell down, blocking the way back.

“I’m surprised that this entire place hasn’t come crashing down on us.” remarked Watcher.

“Do you ever shut up?” replied War briskly.

Watcher scowled, not that anyone could see it for lack of facial features, but he hoped that he radiated contempt. War began to run up the series of stairs, slaughtering the few Wicked that lurked on the higher corridors. The stairs opened to a large bare room, save for a metal chest that a demon had placed to protect its belongings.

The chest bore a face, it was a certain type of lock that would recognize the owner and unlock itself, so it was supposedly a safe storage container. War cleverly outsmarted the locking mechanism by slamming his fist straight through it, and the souls flowed into him. Somewhere out there a demon had just lost all its savings.

How unnecessarily violent, thought Watcher, how am I going to prevent him from killing me?

His thoughts stopped as the Horseman lumbered the large hole in the room and stared at the world outside. Watcher understood his hesitance as his six eyes gazed at the imposing black tower, clearly demon made, that marred the view outside. Earth itself was decimated, as there was little the demons and angels had not defiled in their wake.

“How long was I gone?” The Horseman’s voice was heavy with frustrated confusion.

Watcher decided to answer him. “In Earth years? About a century. Long enough for the last of those mouth-breathers to die off,” he said sneeringly.

“Then… the Third Kingdom is lost… “

The building shook again, as if to emphasize War's despair. Watcher returned to the gauntlet as War leapt out of the room with little thought as the structure did actually come crashing down. Pieces of the building fell upon the demonic crowd milling about below, killing them instantaneously. War landed solidly on the ground, the impact kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Horseman stood up and his piercing eyes surveyed the Crossroads, looking for purpose. He felt a presence behind him and whipped around, but there was no one.

“Subtle.”

[quillyfied]

Omenstuck Act 2 Bonus Content

Hello! Here’s just some extra bonus content from the pretty weighty upd8 I posted to my fanfic Omenstuck today (for Chapter 4: Act 2 specifically). A lot of background info went into it that I’m not going to get much occasion to use, so I’m doing what any self-respecting writer would do and dumping it here instead. Obviously has huge spoilers for Omenstuck so if you haven’t read the upd8s from today, don’t look. Hope the readmore holds on mobile, and there are some images below, too. Enjoy!

So for starters, I’m going to post the little cheat sheet that I had on hand for remembering all the characters’ assigned blood colors, Trollian handles, god tier titles, and quadrants (both filled and experimented with):

In order, here’s what we’ve got:

Crowley. Blood: burgundy. UN: anthomanicCaduceus. GT: Rogue of Life. Quadrants: Aziraphale (matesprit), Eric (auspistice, unwitting) and Hastur (other leaf of auspisticism quadrant, unwitting). Lusus: snake

Eric. Blood: brown. UN: coneyCloning. GT: Heir of Time. Quadrants: Auspistice to Crowley and Hastur (unwitting); Uriel (auspistice between arguing Erics, short-lived). Lusus: rabbit

Beelzebub. Blood: yellow. UN: carrionTyrant. GT: Prince of Rage. Quadrants: Dagon (moirail), Gabriel (kismesis). Lusus: giant fly

Ligur. Blood: lime/red (vacillating glitch). UN: guanineChameleon. GT: Sylph of Space. Quadrants: Hastur (moirail), Michael (kismesis). Lusus: chameleon

Hastur. Blood: olive. UN: amphibiousGrunt. GT: Knight of Breath. Quadrants: Ligur (moirail), Eric (auspistice, unwitting) and Crowley (other leaf of auspisticism quadrant, unwitting). Lusus: frog

Dagon. Blood: jade. UN: aquaticTaskmaster. GT: Witch of Mind. Quadrants: Beelzebub (moirail), Sandalphon (matesprit, short-lived), Metatron (kismesis, one-sided crush). Lusus: lungfish

Aziraphale. Blood: teal. UN: aetherialAntiquarian. GT: Thief of Doom. Quadrants: Crowley (matesprit), Michael (auspistice, coercing) and Sandalphon (other leaf of auspisticism quadrant, coercing). Lusus: ??? (dragon, owl?)

Michael. Blood: cerulean. UN: tenebrousAgent. GT: Seer of Void. Quadrants: Uriel (moirail), Aziraphale (one leaf of auspisticism quadrant, coerced) and Sandalphon (other leaf of auspisticism quadrant, co-conspirator), Ligur (kismesis). Lusus: ??? (tbh spider would still fit here)

Sandalphon. Blood: indigo. UN: toughenedCrusader. GT: Page of Blood. Quadrants: Michael (auspistice, co-conspirator) and Aziraphale (other leaf of auspisticism quadrant, coerced), Gabriel (moirail), Dagon (matesprit, short-lived). Lusus: ??? (Possibly musclebeast)

Uriel. Blood: purple. UN: celestialAureate. GT: Maid of Heart. Quadrants: Michael (moirail), Eric (mediated between two of his arguing selves, short-lived). Lusus: ??? (sea-goat still viable)

Gabriel. Blood: violet. UN: gregariousArchangel. GT: Bard of Hope. Quadrants: Sandalphon (moirail), Beelzebub (kismesis). Lusus: ??? (seahorse or shark)

Metatron. Blood: fuchsia. UN: communicantGodhead. GT: Mage of Light. Quadrants: object of one-sided pitch crush from Dagon. Lusus: Horrorterror from Beyond (Gl’bgol’yb, probably)

Here’s the shipping chart of what this madness looked like:

Solid lines for established or longer-lasting relationships, dotted lines for either crushes or experiments that didn’t pan out. Crowley, Eric, and Hastur’s auspisticism is dotted because it’s not a consciously-thought out relationship that’s actually been defined so much as a convenient social contract that keeps Hastur from killing Crowley by distracting him with a multitude of Erics, which makes it a pretty functional auspisticism, actually.

Some notes:

- If you’re thinking that the blood colors and god tier titles don’t exactly fit, you’re right, but there’s a reason, and we’ll get to it in future chapters of Omenstuck. Maybe one day I’ll do the thing proper and give them all more accurate classpects and blood colors, but I think I did pretty well, given everything.

- This means that it was Hastur and Ligur’s jobs, as the Knight and Space players, to breed the Genesis Frog, which creates each new universe, and that tickles me to the bone.

- Ligur’s whole situation is a nod to both Good Omens and to Homestuck; for a bit I entertained making Crowley the hemo-mutant that Karkat is, but thought he fit best lower on the totem pole (on his belly he shall crawl and all that). Canonically, Karkat’s bright red human-like blood is a mutation off of an old hemospectrum caste, the limebloods, and it tickled me to think of Ligur occupying both the limebloods and the red mutation that spawned from it, as a nod to his color-changing in Good Omens and his affiliation with chameleons. Also, apparently it’s the guanine in their skin that makes chameleons change color, which is what the G in Homestuck pesterchum handles stands for (bc the chats are all supposed to represent DNA strands that make up each Genesis Frog that creates each new universe), so it came together kinda perfectly. If Ligur ever was in a pesterlog, I was going to code it so his lines would alternate colors, but it didn’t pan out that way.

- Was it overly simplistic to cast Hell as the lowbloods and Heaven as the highbloods? Yes. But there are two reasons for this, one of which I can’t say because spoilers, one of which I will freely admit, which is that I got tired and just simplified where I could because I was already putting more effort into backstory that turned out to be less relevant than I thought once I finally got the dang thing written.

- In the bowels of my Instagram there is a doodle of Gabriel with the traditional Bardic codpiece and an expression to match, but I didn’t keep it in canon. It is definitely there in spirit and more loving detail will be paid attention to it if I ever go back and do a proper Homestuck troll AU.

- There was a subplot I discarded when thinking of the quadrant entanglements that involved Dagon hooking up with both Sandalphon and Michael in a redrom way and that being one of the catalysts for the bloodbath at the end, because I adore Dagon/Michael and wanted to go there first but she was already appearing so much, and I remember reading about Dagon/Sandalphon once in a fic I wish I could remember off the top of my head and it was so bizarre I adored it. Ultimately I stuck with Dagon and Sandalphon having a redrom fling, because why not.

- Dagon was also going to have a whole Thing against Metatron that boiled down to her having vestigial seadweller traits and being jealous of an actual seadweller that didn’t do his heritage credit, but Metatron was such a non-entity that it didn’t feel relevant to bring up, with so much already getting crammed into this upd8.

- Gabriel and Eridan have some eerie synergy and that’s a hill I’ll die on.

- Uriel was supposed to have a bigger part, too, delving into how they fit into the whole purpleblood Mirthful Messiahs cult and how they use their paint to emphasize their vitiligo (inspired by their canonical pretty gold face markings), but once again...not enough room, not enough interaction with Crowley or Aziraphale. They were either going to be a huge part of it, or eschew it entirely in favor of worshipping Metatron and possibly Metatron’s eldritch lusus instead, but eh. Roads untraveled. I also didn’t doodle their facepaint while I was doing my concept sketches/brainstorming activities so I just let it be.

- The whole Michael and Sandalphon using a heavily manipulative auspisticism to blackmail and control Aziraphale was a concept I had from the beginning, but when I wrote the scene, it actually shook me up a lot; Auspisticism is one of the platonic and weirder quadrants in Homestuck, but it didn’t hit me until I had written it how that particular dynamic could be exploited and turned into something kinda borderline abusive, if not outright abusive (I’m trying to be more careful in how I apply the word so I don’t know for sure if what I wrote counts as fully abusive, or just a super bad time). To be honest, in all the Homestuck fics that ever were, I don’t think I ever read a single one that described what I did in this fic (and RAPE MENTION TW a part of me that is forever struck by my friend’s fic that described a brutal pale rape, as in forcing the usual nonsexual markers of the pale quadrant on an unwilling victim, was worried that I had written ashen rape, which was NOT where I wanted to go; after worrying about it to friends and sleeping on it, I don’t think I quite went there, but the implication that it COULD happen is going to haunt me for a while).

- I did want to get more detailed with a lot of things, like Crowley and Aziraphale’s influencing and talking with humans, and how it was affecting things like their vocabulary and how they saw the world, but it was just too much to tackle in any great detail.

- the whole thing where Crowley uses his god tier powers to steal Life energy from his fellow stranded trolls and makes plants that could potentially feed them one day? Totally unexpected. I did a LOT of refreshing myself on the classes and aspects of god tiers when I was doing the groundwork for this part of the fic, but it didn’t strike me that that was a thing Crowley could do until I was already writing it. And maybe Aziraphale should’ve been a little more horrified by it, but Crowley’s right, they ARE immortal now. Also the whole “taking Life energy and redistributing it among allies” thing probably wasn’t meant to be interpreted as “puts the other trolls in the Mood for quadrant hookups” but it was too hilarious a coincidence to ignore. Life needs things to live, as a wise internet dnd player once said, and when you’re the last of your species, you’ve gotta do what you can to propagate (even if it’s functionally impossible to restore your species, since there’s no Mother Grub to donate slurry to and no ectobiological lab to make ectobabies from. God loves a trier). Does that make all the hookups dubious consent, since weird Life magic was involved? I don’t think so, I think it just accelerated what was already present, but I’ll leave that to y’all to judge.

- Crowley was actually supposed to be the one to die. It said so in my notes. It was a whole Thing, Crowley getting speared or shot or whatever and looking at Aziraphale like “ha I got this one better luck next time”. But then I made Aziraphale a Thief of Doom, which was originally a joke to myself about how he hoards books (Thief players are hoarders and Doom can represent rules or systems), and then he got all contemplative and hit ME back with “no, no, sister, you made me a Thief of Doom, I’m gonna steal this death meant for Crowley and keep it all to myself, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” And he was RIGHT. I can’t believe I’ve killed Aziraphale THREE TIMES now. And I completely forgot about how god tier players are also immortal from being killed unless the death is Heroic or Just until, again Aziraphale reminded me by pushing Crowley out of the way--therefore making his death to sacrifice himself for his friend and beloved Heroic. I played myself in every possible way. Checkmate, brain. (As for what that means in future chapters, stick around, it’s only gonna get weirder, but Homestucks who are puzzled at the inclusion of Dream Shards rather than Dream Bubbles are encouraged to draw some conclusions of their own.)

I think that’s all I wanted to talk about, so have a doodle of Michael with her Seer hood drawn for funsies.

See y’all later! Feel free to send me an ask or a comment or whatever if you have any questions or just wanna talk about this madness I’m creating!