#psychic twin

[olipeaksforever]

my mode? depeche. my twins? cocteau. my nails? nine inch. my tv? psychic. my cabaret? voltaire. my coil? mortal. my switchblade? strawberry. my cell? soft. my talk? talk. my gristle? throbbing.

[kalki-tarot]

A conversation between you and your future spouse – timeless pac 💌

Disclaimer : this reading is for entertainment purposes only and does not guarantee any possible outcomes. Tarot is not 100% correct all the times. Your life is in your hands and you are responsible for your own actions and decisions.

Pile one 💫

This situation seems like some third party is affecting your relationship. The third party can be anything from people to things to addictions etc. You assumed thay future spouse may have lied to you about something which caused a fight between you guys. Remember that fights are normal in a relationship. And can be resolved with proper communication and understanding.

Your fs : See, I'm too disappointed with this situation and i deeply regret it. But you see, it's not entirely my fault..

You : I'm completely heartbroken because of you

Your fs : I clearly left and ignored that woman when she approached me darling, I walked away! I don't even know that woman!

Your anger calms down when your fs explains themselves. And you feel relieved. You may have insecurities about your fs leaving you for some other woman, so you got angry.

You : You know that I'm scared of you leaving me alone for someone else

Your fs : I know that, and i will never leave you sweetheart! Do you get that!? Don't get insecure about anything. I'm always yours. You are my better half and you are the only one with whom i feel at home, at peace.

Your fs comforts you and tells you how much you mean to them and you need not worry about anything or anyone. They also hug you and rub your back for sometime. This situation may take place while you guys are on a trip or traveling somewhere.

Pile two 💫

Wow, this conversation will take place when you are getting married or about to get married to your fs. You are happy and excited but you are also having racing thoughts and a restless heart. You are just feeling nervous about the whole thing, some of you guys actually suffer from overthinking and anxiety. And you are having intrusive thoughts at this moment.

Your fs : Hey honey ~ why are you standing there all alone? Come! Have fun with all our friends and relatives. Let's have a drink together ^^

You just stand there silent and say : Umh, I'm actually kinda scared.. to get married i guess..? This all seems to fast to me. I'm having intrusive thoughts, my mind is thinking of all the possibilities ahh! I'm getting frustrated... this feels like a big change for me. It's not that i don't want to get married with you it's just.. too fast for me!

Your fs : Hey hey hey! Calm down! I'm here for you. This may feel too fast but think of how joyful you were when we first decided to get married! It's a new beginning for both of us, i can understand you. You just need to relax. Don't worry about anything, I'll take the lead and do everything for you. You just take a deep breathe and calm yourself.

Your fs calms you down and assures you. You feel better when you hear them talk about taking care of you well. And you know from the deep corners of your heart that they will make a good spouse. Your anxiety feels relieved. And you are happy to have them in your life as a counterpart.

Pile 03 💫

This conversation can happen when you are going through a tough time in regards of your career. You are struggling between work and deadlines. You are completely exhausted but you are still working hard. Even people in your workplace may not appreciate you enough and you feel disappointed with yourself.

Your fs : hey nerd ;) where your eyes lookin' at? Come let's have some fun, take a break would you? Let's go out somewhere shall we?

You : Can you please not disturb me? I'm doing something important rn. And I'm not going anywhere till i finish this !

You frown and continue with your work. Your fs notices that.

Your fs : what happened dear? Is everything alright ? Are you stressed about anything?

You : yes! I am! Anything to do with you?

Your fs : why are u getting mad sweetie? 😋

You : AHHAHASAHAH, I'm so f**king stressed about this damn work i have to do. no one even notices my hardwork and patience! I'm sick of this!

Your fs : I appreciate you, your family appreciates you and you should change your godamn job if it keeps you hurting all the time yk? You have so much money already you should start some business or smth.

You : You know what! You are absolutely correct. I should start something of my own.

Your fs motivated you to leave your toxic work environment and start something of your own.

[scholliski]

one thing that I love about the AFTG series is that it’s one of the only pieces of media I’ve read that’s been normal about twins, hasn’t made them into some sort of spectacle, hasn’t used them to make copies of the same person just to add more people to the story, didn’t give them strange psychic abilities, they’re both fully flushed out characters who’s individual stories, lives, and childhoods would still make sense if the twin aspect of their relationship was replaced with any other sibling, the idea that being a twin is crucial for each individual one existing not being shoved in my face is so incredibly refreshing

[cooperlaura]

This is his true face. Few can see it.

[radio-venom]

no. listen. a twin fight is different. you’re the same, you’re nothing like them, you’re enemies, you know each other better than anyone, you will never understand them, you’ve been compared since birth, you’re each other’s oldest companion, you’d kill each other, you’d kill for each other, you’re each other’s reflection, you know everything that’s hurts them the most and you can tear them to shreds better than anyone on earth and they can do the same to you. you are hurting yourself.

[soberpluto]

Tarot Tips: How to Spot Soul Connections

In my readings, these are the main give aways about spiritual relationships (soul-contracts). Mind that I am taking into account only upright positions.

Applicable to all types of soul contracts:

Cards falling in sequential order: there's an imminent plot to be fulfilled

Preponderance of Major Arcana: the relationship is entangled with universal forces that cannot be controlled by the parties involved

Paired King and Queens (the weaker pair is the Swords suit): high compatibility and resonance

If your reading contains 60% or more of each block of cards, take it as a clear indication of a soul tie

Soulmates:

Ace of Cups: genuine and abundant desire to love

2 of Cups: deep understanding, balance and closeness

6 of Cups: kindred spirits (a reunion from previous lives)

10 of Cups: this is your fairytale romance

The High Priestess: telepathic rapport and a soul bond

The Hierophant: faith in each other and spiritual connection

The Lovers: high chemistry and fated love (you stick like magnets)

The Wheel of Fortune: your encounter was destined

Temperance: you are divinely guided

The Star: a healing connection

The Sun: you light up each other, it's pure bliss

The World: they see you as the one or vice versa

Karmic Partners:

3 of Swords: this relationship will hurt AF

4 of Swords: your self-care will be neglected

5 of Swords: this relationship will feel like a war

6 of Swords: you need to heal from this and move on

5 of Cups: there will be grief, sorrow and loss

8 of Cups: please leave before it gets messier

Many Wands cards: there's a lot of attraction but little to no stability

Many Swords cards: many challenges around communication and understanding (watch out for 7 and 10 of swords, as they indicate cheating as a rule!)

Reversed court cards: please watch out for these, they can do a lot of damage

The High Priestess: there are many secrets and hidden forces around you two, it's highly important you listen to your intuition

Justice: you need to choose for your own good and do what's right, if not karma will repeat itself until you learn

Death: this relationship brings deep transformations through crisis

The Devil: toxicity is part of your union / you are badly co-dependent

The Tower: your world will crumble and turn upside down / you are fatally attracted to each other

The Moon: very strong connection, but one that triggers each's shadow side

Judgement: you need to learn from the past, take responsibility for your deeds and release karma. If they wronged you, they will pay.

Twin flames:

This is the most difficult to pinpoint accurately, but you will get a mix of Soulmate and Karmic Partner cards. Clear give aways are:

2 of Cups: unconditional love (even if the reading looks challenging)

4 of Wands: you are meant to reach union / 11:11

The Lovers: yin-yang principle, you are each other's counterpart

The Magician: you have manifested each other / the attraction you feel is more powerful than your separate wills

The High Priestess: you are connected in ways you cannot understand / the bond cannot be broken

The Empress + The Emperor: You are the divine femenine / divine masculine

Death: you will summon a new version of yourself after this encounter

The Devil: the intense feelings you trigger in each other can create havoc in your lives

The Tower: the universe will strike you by surprise and both will change each other views for good

The Moon + the Sun: the runner and chaser dynamic

The World: they are your "missing piece" and vice versa

🌟Intuition will ultimately tell you which is what, but I feel this is a pretty good starting point. 🌟

Thanks for reading! 😇

Written by @ soberpluto

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[littlemissmadame]

it saddens me how predatory and scammy practitioners can be, here on tumblr but especially on tik tok, which has made me wary of posting my tarot readings online. i think it’s irresponsible to prey on audiences who are susceptible to culty concepts like “twin flames” and a lot of manifestation content out there. especially since many of you seem so young, i hope anybody who comes across my blog or work recognizes tarot as a tool rather than unequivocal truth.

[dark-elf-writes]

Was thinking about eleven year old Fawn Spots Harry and made myself laugh because he would be so angry that technology doesn’t work at Hogwarts.

Full on “What do you mean Olympus has cell service and the middle of Scotland doesn’t?! It’s not even the same plane of fucking existence and calls aren’t even long distance!” Little man has not been more than a phone call away from his family since he was adopted and he is not coping well, but beyond that the lack of online databases, easy way to compile notes and write the eight million essays they’re assigned, and actual entertainment that isn’t ’dangerous flying dodgeball’ (which he does love tbh but still not everyone does) would drive him up the wall. Fuck the lack of things like highlighters and binders would piss him off. 

He would show up with a spiral notebook and a mechanical pencil and a pureblood child would pass out from shock. He writes his family constantly begging for any and all stationary they can send. He uses breaks to type up last term’s notes and introduces the first final study guide in Times New Roman into Hogwarts and makes a killing off of selling them. The older pureblood students beg on bended knee for help making their own and the muggleborns realize oh shit they can corner the market per year and subject. Harry will drag Hogwarts into the modern age if he has to do so kicking and screaming.

[soulsdivinity]

PAC: What Do You Find Romantic? ✨💜✨

Choose a pic to discover what you find romantic in a relationship 💜 Remember that time is fluid. Take a deep breath before choosing your pile, choose a photo with your intuition (the one you can’t look a way from)💜✨

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Pile 1

Lol random but I heard a Megan the Stallion lyric “money make me C**” and the first card to flip was the king of pentacles. So you enjoy being spoiled with money or a man/partner with financial stability. You also find sexiness romantic. You appreciate sensuality outside of sex. You find lips to be attractive. At times you can become hypnotized by someone’s lips, it makes them look dreamy. You find soft, tender, touches, caressing to be very sweet.

The idea of a one true love lives in your heart. It could be that you are waiting for the right person to have sex with. For you that level passion is reserved for someone you love. You find it romantic when a masculine person courts you instead of diving right into sex. You love the fantasies of being wined and dined. I think overall you find security to be romantic. Mentally, emotionally, physically, and financially.

No chaos, no drama. You love healthy compromise and wish to grow with a special someone. You want to be vulnerable, you want to be openly expressive and grow a healthy ego. You want a partner who is like your best friend. You want someone who loves you for who you are. You imagine picnics in the park, soft kissing, gently holding hands, soft sunlight. You enjoy someone making time for you and carving you into their day. You believe a little healthy competition is cute. You would like to race your lover, play basketball, be more playful. You also find site seeing and exploring to be romantic! Romance is tied to your self expression. The more open you are to giving and receiving, the healthier, stronger, and better the relationship will be in every aspect. You’re pretty well rounded! Good job pile 1! This is mindset people want to achieve! 💗

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Pile 2

This pile is more about attraction. It’s like “the type of person I could fall for.” You like someone who is like yourself. They have an ambitious attitude, they are physically healthy or considered fit. Idk why I’m getting the vibe that you already like someone. This reading feels like it’s about the present or upcoming situation. You like someone who is strong but they don’t know it. You attract beautiful people or you’re attracted to soft beautiful people who have angelic faces. Maybe even a strong body and a cute face. Like Wonho from Monsta X. Like a soft beefcake, but only you get to see their tender side.

You also like someone a little dangerous, unpredictable, mysterious and maybe a bit androgynous. I feel like you’re a curious person and that means you like to think outside the box. You want someone who’s not afraid to look deeper within themselves. You like people who can help you out of your mental fog. Someone who can help you see situations, thoughts and emotions clearly. They give you a different perspective. Not 18+ read but I’m just gonna say it. You like someone who’s good in bed and has a large sexual appetite. They’re strong but have a gentle hand. You both will nurture each other. You want someone to stick up for you or help you make better decisions based on what’s best for you. You have each others backs.

Coming home to someone you love is very romantic. The perfect lover who belongs to you. Someone who is reliable, strong, innocent minded, someone who can raise your kids and turn a house into a home. You like someone who is good at managing their finances, it proves they know how to care for themselves. This way you can keep doing your own thing. I’m also seeing that you find petite or soft bodies to be graceful, youthful and heartwarming.

I think you’re interested in worship as well. Your partner worshipping you is romantic bc it completes your fantasy. You’re a “king”and you have your “queen” to rule with, to love and also serve you. It could be vise versa (queen has her king / divine masc has their divine fem ). You or this person loves to be worshipped. Kind of traditional don’t you say ? Lol 😂 careful tho, at times you just want someone to control!

Some cards were left in the box by accident so I think there’s more to you that people don’t quite understand yet.

I forgot to take a photo of your cards pile 2 !! I used Angel Tarot by Travis McHenry 😯

-a

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Pile 3

You find obsession romantic. You want someone who can’t live without you. You want someone who’s constantly in their head about you. Deadass, like you want them to be stuck on you, CLINGY. You want someone who is open to group sex or someone who has options but they choose you.

It could also be that you want a “leader of the pack”, someone who is powerful in their own right but trusts you to lead with them. You want someone loyal to you, someone you can trust, someone prideful as well. Chivalry is romantic to you. You may be attracted to gentleness as well, or a calm, mysterious, sensual vibe.

You’re attracted to the shadow side. You feel like the more concerned they are with you the more passion there is. And I’m certain you attract these types. You could also be a homewrecker… no, more like a seducer? Like a mermaid calling men to the sea to claim them or an imagined image of a woman in a hypnotic fire.

You find chaotic love romantic. You find the fear of losing someone romantic, that’s why this energy is so anxious. You kinda like having someone on their toes. You want someone crazy but also someone sane with good intentions behind their feelings. You want someone to WANT you, earn you. You want someone to think of you as royalty. You find it romantic when someone comes running back to you no matter how much you hurt them.

You also find it romantic when someone gives you everything. I think your love language is gift giving and receiving and acts of service. You want someone to worship you like a god? I’m getting a feeling of awe, like the overwhelming feeling you get when you feel divine energies. It’s unbelievable. You find it romantic when someone is jealous over you. You want someone so possessive and jealous they size up the people around you. You want someone who watches you. You like them super possessive but still gentle and subtle? Very quiet about it. You like them having a flip side. Not gonna lie tho sometimes you like when they get a bit crazy and it turns you on!

You find it romantic when someone understands your ways. You like relating to your person as well. You want to be an all powerful couple. You find it romantic when someone surrenders to you even though they are top dog. They will always come back for you, they can’t stay away from you.

-a

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[answrs]

so i love me a good sneasel!ingo fic, don't get me wrong

but also you cannot convince me The Overachieving Pokemons Georg Warden of the Lineaged Nobles of the Cliffs Ingo would not, at a minimum, have at least 1-3 razor claws on his person at any given time. possibly up to 8 or more if he's actively collecting them from distortions. he is well aware of how a sneasler evolves from a sneasel.

what im saying, is, emmet goes to sinnoh, and instead of Wacky Hijinks With Funny Tiny Sneasel Brother Time, is immediately grabbed, hoisted over the shoulder of, and summarily carried off by an 8ft tall extinct sneasel evolution wearing the uniform and shredded jacket of a guy that supposedly should have kicked it several centuries past.* because SOME Legendary That Shall Not Be Named Royally Fucked Up The Instructions On Sending A Human Through Time And Accidentally Made Him A Sneasel (it was Arceus. Arceus Done Fucked It Up. Dialga is legitimately baffled how It managed this sheer level of Fucked Up-edness doing Dialga's like literally One Job instead of just like. consulting it on the matter.)

-

bonus points if Lady Sneasler tagged along. and brings some eggs. which Ingo is pleased as punch over. except then he gets to be absolutely mortified because the people here think they're (biologically) his. I mean. he's absolutely 100% Dad Who Stepped Up™ energy when it comes to caring for the eggs and raising the hatchlings, but that certainly doesn't help in denying the allegations. Also that he can't speak Human but like. mostly the former

(their genetic father is the alpha lucario that inhabits the northern cliffs of the Highlands that border the Icelands. just as like. a side tangent. I forget where I first heard the idea from but Hell Yeah I'll Integrate That Into My Belief Sysytem)

*wait no actually Lady Sneasler would definitely be the one to forcibly abduct this shiny warden outcome she sees just wandering the street. if another noble wanted this one they should've claimed him sooner. Ingo's great with the kids, but there's only so much he can otherwise do in a sneasler body with no opposable thumbs anymore. and as if by divine intervention (much like the previous ingo that appeared for her) this off-brand Ingo just got plopped in her way, so of course she's gonna haul it off back to the new nest!

[jasmines-library]

Today I Saw The Whole World {3}

Chapter three - Recover, Research and Reunions.

Summary: An advancement in Sam’s powers leads you a step closer to Yellow eyes, and unknowingly a step closer to your dad, when the three of you accidentally sprung a trap. (Follows s1 of spn, kind of a filler)

Warnings: waking up from unconsciousness, hostage situation, cursing.

Word count: 2.5k ish

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The hellhound let out one last howl before pouncing, leaping off of the floor and flying towards you.

“Y/N. NO!” Sam cried, racing towards you.

The last thing you saw before you felt your energy drip run dry was the hellhound flying back across the room.

~

Sam’s left leg bounced uncomfortably as the Impala sped back down the road towards the motel. He was wedged into the backseat of baby; your head resting on his lap, your body blanketed with a sheet that the three of you kept wedged underneath the front seat for cold nights. His fingers ran through your hair as he hummed quietly. He wasn’t sure if it was to you or to himself. Dean didn’t miss the slight hitch in his brother's breath when you stirred, turning for the first time since your body collapsed in on itself. He cringed at the sound of your body hitting the floor which still ricocheted throughout his mind.

“How is she?” Dean asked from the wheel.

Sam didn’t turn his head away from you as he answered his brother. He was too afraid that if he took his eyes off of your exhausted figure that you would slip through his fingers like silk. “Still breathing.” He said, watching your chest rise and fall with heavy sighs. “I think she’s walking up.”

The eldest Winchester nodded, craning his head so that he could see your unconscious form from the front seat. From here it looked like you were sleeping, curled up on your brother's lap. It reminded him of when you two were small and would curl up with each other every night before bed, or when you would comfort one another when they found this life to be just a little bit too much. It would have brought a smile to his face, if your skin wasn’t a shade too pale and your eyes were too sunken.

You stirred again, shifting beneath the blankets, which pooled around you. Coming to slowly, bleary eyed and dazed, you were suddenly aware of the motion of the car and the pounding in your skull. You groaned softly as you tried to ease yourself up on shaky arms.

“Shh” Sam hushed, settling you back down. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

Dean glanced up at the two of you in the overhead mirror. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

“What… What happened?” You squinted, adjusting to the darkness of the impala and the flashing of the streetlights as it whipped down the road. You ran your hands across your face to clear the dots that swam in your vision, your body was exhausted, aching from head to toe.

“You passed out on us.” Sam told you,. “But you’re okay now.”

“The hellhound…” You mumbled, remembering suddenly the cause of your predicament. “I- I tried to make you see-”

“It’s okay.” Your twin said knowingly. “We saw. You did so good, kiddo.”

You hummed contently and eased yourself away from Sam, until your head was no longer resting on his lap but on his shoulder.

A silence settled across the three of you as the boys breathed a sigh of relief, and Dean slipped your favourite song into the cassette player.

“How did you do it?” Dean asked, breaking the soundlessness between you. Your eyes, which had begun to flutter shut as exhaustion took over your body once again, snapped open.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I just- I was scared… it was right behind you and I had to make you see it. It just…happened.”

Your two brothers shared an unspoken look.

You furrowed your brow. “What?”

“The same thing happened to me.” Sammy said. “The hellhound. I flung it across the room. Without touching it…”

Blinking uncertainly, you tried to wrap your head around the situation. It was hard to miss the tremble in your voice when you spoke, “What is happening to us?” You asked meekly. “I mean, with dad the the demon that killed mom-”

You paused, swallowing thickly the bile that had risen in your throat. “With everything we’ve been through… Dean is practically dying, Max, Sammy and I…. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. It’s hard to keep up.

He shook his head, his mop of hair falling in front of his eyes. “I know, Y/N/N. I know. But we’ll figure this out. I promise.”

~~~

“I look so stupid in this.”

You grumbled as you stepped out of the Impala, tossing the newspaper into the backseat. The sweltering Chicago heat hit you like a ton of bricks. The security costume was loose around your frame, even with the belt which you had adorned tightly round your waist. The three of you were following yet another lead; a mysterious death in illinois. Time had become a bit of a blur recently. You had been on a whistle stop tour of the states, chasing your dad’s tail whilst taking down vengeful spirits, reapers and even a group of nasty humans. Life had been so hectic as of late that you sometimes forgot to take a step back and just breathe. Sam’s premonitions had been getting more frequent, and your consciousness seemed to keep creeping its way into the veil.

“You know I've gotta say, Dad, Y/N and I did just fine without these stupid costumes.” You could tell from the scrunch in Dean’s face that he was also regretting his decisions. “I feel like a high school drama dork.”

You chuckled as Dean made a remark about Sam’s school play - ‘our town’. You remembered it well; how he had begged for you to audition with him for weeks before you turned him down rather too harshly.

“Look, do you want to pull this off or not?” Sam huffed.

“I’m just saying. These outfits cost hard earned money.”

Your twin rolled his eyes. “Whos?”

“Ours. You think credit-card fraud is easy?”

Sam rolled his eyes and followed you into the apartment building.

The room the woman led you into was small, barely 12x12, split into three sections.The chain on the door was broken, cut clean in half as though it had been sliced through like a piece of cheese, but there were no signs of a struggle. The walls were a putrid shade of olive green, which clashed with the decorations that the previous vendor had strung from the ceiling, but it was the bloodstain on the white carpet that really caught your eye.

“Thanks for letting us look around.” Sam said to the woman as she shuffled through the door.

“The police said they were done with it.” She shrugged. “You guys are from the alarm company?”

“That’s correct, yes.” You said, running your fingers along the table in the centre of the room.

“Well no offence but your alarm is about as useful as boobs on a man.”

You stifled a laugh and Sam cast you a look.

“Well that's why we’re here.” Dean said, placing his hefty box of tools down. “To see what went wrong to stop it happening again.”

~~~

It didn’t take long to figure out that there was something supernatural happening. Once you found the symbol underneath the rug, it didn’t take you long to connect the dots.

Things seemed to hit a wall after that, when after speaking to the curly haired waitress at the bar, Dean discovered that the victim was ‘seemingly normal and well loved.’, leaving you in the dust about a motif for her murder. To make matters worse, you and Sam had found nada about the symbol. The only thing any of you had found was the waitress’ phone number.

That was until Sam found a familiar face.

The blonde whipped around in her chair at the tap on her shoulder, her face contorted with confusion before lighting up when she made the connection with Sam’s face

“Sam? Is that you? Oh my gosh.” She pulled him into a tight hug. “Gosh, Sam, what are the odds that we would run into each other?.”

“I know.” He said, elated. “I thought we’d never see each other again.”

Dean cleared his throat loudly, reminding his little brother of your presence.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Meg, this is my brother Dean and my Sister Y/N.”

Meg’s eyes narrowed in on you, and you could have sworn you saw her lips curl into a smirk. She then turned to Dean.

“So this is Dean?”

He nodded, “So you’ve heard of me?”

“Oh yeah. Nice how you treat your siblings like luggage,”

There was a pregnant pause.

“I’m sorry,” You asked. “Who are you?”

You had figured a school friend of Sam’s but now you weren’t so sure.

“Oh, Sammy and I were hitchhiking together.”

Of course. It all made sense now, when Sam was pissed at Dean and left. Again.

“I see.” You blinked. “Well, Dean, why don’t we leave these two to get reacquainted?”

You linked your arm through his and pulled him away, leaving your twin to catch up with his friend, although your gaze never wandered far from him. There was something unsettling about this Meg.

~~~

“I’ve got it.”

“Huh?”

You slammed the heavy book on the table, showing the mess of torn pages to your eldest brother who was flicking tirelessly through his laptop. Sam had ditched you to hang out with Meg, pissing of Dean which only fuelled his determination more.

“It’s Zoroastrian. Very very old school. I’m talking like 2000 years before Christ. It’s a sigil for a Daeva.”

“A what?” Dean rubbed his eyes.

“It translates to ‘demon of darkness’; they’re nasty things, like pit bulls. But here’s the thing. They have to be summoned.”

“So someone’s controlling it?”

“That’s what I’m saying. And from what I gather it’s pretty risky. I mean these suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And the arms. And the torsos.”

“So what do they look like?”

“Well.. nobody’s seen one for a couple millennia.”

“Great.”

“But summoning a demon that ancient… someone really knows their stuff.”

~

Sam practically flew through the door to the motel room, throwing off his coat and tossing it onto the bed. His eyes darted around the room until the settled on the two of you, tirelessly scanning through data.

“Guys, I’ve got to talk to you.”

You looked up from the words on the pages which had begun to blur into one smudge of ink.

“It’s Meg. Meg is summoning the demon. I went to her house and then followed her to this warehouse where she took at this big bowl and started filling it with blood and talking into it and-“

“Woah.” You said, placing a hand out to stop him. “Slow down.”

Sammy took a breath.

“So what’s the deal with the bowl.”

“She was talking into it the way witches used to scary into crystal balls. It was filled with blood and she was communicating with someone.”

“Who?” Dean asked. “The daeva?”

“No. This was someone different. Someone who’s giving her orders. Someone who’s coming to that warehouse.”

Dean flicked through the files which he nabbed from the police files.

“Holy shit.”

“What?” Fun furrowed his brows and leaned on the table to see the brown paper, clipped neatly in a binder.

“We missed something with the first victim. I was going to tell you when you got back.”

“That first victim, the old man. He spent his whole life here. But look at where he was born.”

Sam almost did a retake as the words registered in his mind. “Lawrence, Kansas.”

“Meredith, the second victim, turns out she was adopted. And guess where she’s from?”

“Lawrence.”

Sam sat down on one of the chairs. It shifted under his weight. “Holy crap.”

“Exactly where the demon killed mom”

“Exactly where everything started.”

“So you think Meg’s tied up with the demon?” Sam queried.

“I think it’s a definite possibility.”

“But, I don’t understand. What’s the significance of Lawrence, the daeva?”

Dean pulled his lips together in a thin line and crossed his arms so he could lean against them on the table. “Beats me. I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg and have ourselves a friendly interrogation.”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “We can’t tip her off. We have to stake out that warehouse, see who is showing up to meet her.”

~~~

You knew that this wasn’t going to end up how you planned it. Nothing ever did. Dean had dried to call John, a sliver of hope still lingering from his last, and only call. You had gathered everything you could; holy water, guns, salt, and tiptoed your way around the warehouse. There was an nervous bubble in your stomach; what if you actually managed to kill this son of a bitch. What would happen to the three of you. When sam promoted that he wanted to go back to college, you stomach dropped.

In typical Winchester fashion, John hadn’t returned any of your calls, leaving you and your brothers high and dry. After hauling yourself up the lift to where the blonde was muttering into the black altar, the room lit with flickering candlelight, you hid behind a crate, prepping your weapons. And that was when she spoke out.

“Hiding’s a little childish, don’t you think.” She mocked, stalking away from the altar and towards you and your brothers.

They rose slowly from behind the crate, weapons raised and sweaty, calloused fingers hovering over cool metal triggers.

“Sam,” the blonde fake pouted. “This puts a real kink in our relationship.”

He rolled his eyes and raised his weapon higher. “Yeah. Tell me about it.”

“Where’s your little friend?” You demanded.

“Around. That shotgun’s not gonna do much good.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart. The shotgun’s not for the demon.”

“So who is it Meg. Who are you waiting for?”

Meg smirked, a wicked smile that reached her ears and flashed her shiny pearls. “You.”

A dark shadow loomed across the wall, and you felt a shift in the temperature in the room. You skin lit up with goosebumps and the creature raced towards you, it’s shadowed cloak flapping in the breeze.

Before you could blink, it had tackled the hunters to the ground.

~

Sam groaned as he came to. His head throbbed and his clothes clung to his back, caked in blood.

“Hey Sam.” Dean jested when he realised his brother was awake. He too had blood running down the side of his temple and matted in his clothes. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but your girlfriends a bitch.”

Meg smirked, running her tounge across her teeth and watching as you struggled in your binds. There was blood dripping from your nose, which you weren’t sure if it was broken or not.

“This.” Sam grunted. “This whole thing was a trap. Meeting you was set up.”

“And the victims from Lawrence-“ you added.

“It doesn’t mean anything. That was all to draw you in, that’s all. I knew if I could draw you in, I could draw in little Y/N too.”

“You killed those people for nothing.”

“Baby,” she said blankly, “I’ve killed a lot more for a lot less.”

“You trapped us.” Congratulated Dean. “Good for you. Why don’t you just kill us?”

“Not very quick on the uptake are we?” She leaned forwards from where she was oesrched on the wooden table, her hands pressed between her thighs. “This trap isn’t for you.”

“Dad.” You muttered. “It’s a trap for dad.”

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CHANNELED LOVE LETTER FROM FUTURE SPOUSE ♡

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PILE 1

Hello beautiful/handsome,

I saw you in the party, where everyone was busy with themselves, with their own groups. And you, you were sitting alone, pouring your own drink. You looked very beautiful to me. Just like a queen/king. Your straightforwardness and dominant behavior, is what I love the most. I crave you, dear. Oh. I can literally fight to win you. You are just like a prize. You have your priorities clear. Even if it's a run and chase, I'll follow you everywhere till my heart stops and i die.

You are very career oriented, you don't bs unnecessarily. I love your perception of life. I love how you stand up for yourself, even if you're alone. You are just like a Queen to me. You seem very distant, as if you're lost in your dreams. You have that dreamy side of yours too? I don't know. I just observe you from afar. You give me such soothing vibes, I just love being around you.

You make me forget my miseries. I love how you don't do wrong to anyone. You are very compassionate and loving. You can give love to even non living objects. You're so full of love. That makes me wanna love you, even more. Sweetheart. I love you. I want to pursue you, i want to make you mine. Do you think the same? Do you love me just the way I love you? I'm waiting for your answer.

Yours faithfully,

Love.

PILE 2

I don't have the right words to truly express what I feel. I'm not in a good place right now. It feels as if everyone has given up on me. I'm sorry if I'm I'm making you uncomfortable but certain situations are out of my hands. I feel left out in the cold. I have the responsibility of my family on my shoulders. I'm trying to make fast changes. I'm trying to do everything on my own.

I'm very repressive of my emotions. I was not taught how to deal with them. Sometimes I try to run away from life. But then I get reminded of you. I look at the night's sky, full of stars and I wonder maybe you are like a star too. Lightening the dark and cold world with compassion and warmth. You give me true strength. And I'm forever grateful for your presence in my life. I'm holding onto a lot of things right now. I know i should let everything free, even myself. It's okay to make mistakes, right?

After every storm, there is a deep silence. Where everything remains silent, destroyed and out of control. No matter what life throws at me, I'll come back to you with ten times more strength, power & especially love and respect for you. It's life after all, right? Everything comes and goes. Maybe these times will pass? But I'll love you more with each passing moment for sure.

Yours Only Forever

💗

PILE 3

I have too much of love and wealth. And that too much is being sucked off by others. I don't know what to do. Money can't buy love, sweetheart. I'm in a toxic relationship. They are taking away my everything. Literally everything.

I don't remember the last time I laughed. The money I earned through hard work, the morals and kindness my family taught me, everything is in vain. Everything is slowly leaving my body. I feel empty from inside. This person is taking away it all.

But I'm working hard, more hard, harder than even. So that I can provide you a better lifestyle. I can't expect anything from anyone. I have to do it all alone. Please remember me in your prayers. I'm afraid to let go. Everything is being taken away from me. I don't know what to do, I'm confused. I'm not sure which road to take. I believe the universe will guide me where I'm supposed to be, near you. I'm depressed nowadays. Very hopeless.

But I'm doing whatever i can do right now. I'm unable to even sleep at night. They lied to me. They deceived me. They were my life partner, but there was nothing "life-like" with them. It was just a relationship built on money. And you know how these type of things end. There is no emotion left in me. I'm blank. I don't know. They left me in the middle of the road.

PILE 4

Hello pretty soul ♡

You know what? I see you every where. Whenever I go, wherever I go. I see you, i get reminded of you, by the flowers, the clovers, the river, the clouds and even the sun! You are a beautiful and positive person! You are such a great fighter! Whatever obstacles comes between our happiness, you remove it all. I get so happy and optimistic near you, my love. I'll fight with literally anyone for you, just for you.

You bring absolute calmness and peace into my chaotic life. You are a sweet breeze flowing softly over my cheeks on a warm, sunny day making me blush. I want to take care of you and love you for eternity. I want to offer you all the love that I have inside me, just for you babygirl/boy. I want to experience new things with you everyday. You make my life feel lively. ✨️

Dear, sometimes I too get lost in my past, that was not, unfortunately that happy for sure. I got lied to, i was betrayed by someone I called mine. I can't sleep properly due to this. I get nightmares and I get so f*king scared. I feel anxious and uncomfortable. But the good news is! I'm forgetting it day by day. Just a little progress makes it a whole lot of progress. I don't want to remember all these with you. I'm working hard, I'm moving forward. And i hope you're too <3

By,

Your one and only . ❤️

[risetherivermoon]

!!!dndads ep 49 spoilers!!!

lark and sparrow (specifically lark) killed me this episode are you fucking kidding me???

larks "Brother!" being so similar to them in s1 and how hes clinging onto sparrows arm, especially because he was JUST panicking about sparrow being knocked out by willy

then him freaking out and talking to normal and saying "dads in oakvale-" bc he forgets that "dad" is sparrow to norm AUGH

hes so panicked rn, i know its subtle but you can just tell hes losing it without sparrow rn

lark and henry arguing? i know it was barely an argument but the tension was vry fun to see lol, i was shocked by henrys comment abt lark being wrong like DAMN HENRY

also taylor fucking breaking larks ankle?? 😭 please i was dying

linc having random beef with lark is even more funny

larks little shout as he falls from the levitation boots was very silly,

AND THEN HIM SAYING HE BELIEVES IN NORMAL- GOD FUCK *banging my head against a wall*