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I just want to declare I still support His Grace despite all the slander from the usurpers Benioff and Weiss. They have very little understanding of our King and no concept of Lawful Neutral.

Seriously, why do Lawful Neutrals get turned into villains in so many adaptations? My poor Inspector gets this a LOT too. To the point where the cunt moviemakers often cut the Thénardiers from the second half so they can make him the villain.
  • Jo Harvelle
  • Rachel (and the point of her existence was what again?)
  • Amelia, The Queen Of Boring, Lack Of Chemistry And Bad Acting
  • Garth
  • Campbell cousins (didn't even bother to learn their names)
  • Lisa
  • 90% of Essos (especially Meereenese with names I can't even remember)
  • Gendry
  • Any Ironborn who isn't a Greyjoy
  • Book!Marius (whiny little emo and a total dick)



Genre: tragedy (so read only if you are ready for FEELS)
Warning: angst, character death, psychological torture
Fandom: Good Omens
Disclaimer: not mine, everyone belongs to Neil Gaiman and Sir Terry Pratchett
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Hastur
Summary: Crowley knew Hell would eventually take revenge on him, but when they finally do, eternal torture would have been merciful in comparison.

Hell had been quiet for long after the Apocalypse That Wasn't. Crowley hated it. He knew retribution was coming, the waiting between fear and hope only made him more and more nervous. He almost wished they'd come already to drag him downstairs. Torture for the rest of eternity seemed slightly better than waiting for it to happen.
But nobody came. Months passed, life looked normal. He almost started to believe they have forgotten about him (no, they haven't, Hell never forgets about a traitor). Eventually he gave up waiting before it would have driven him insane.
A day came when he thought, for the first time, that maybe all would be well. He could just spend the rest of his existence with his angel, not worrying about stupid Apocalypses.
It was that day when Hell choose to strike.

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Fanfiction/Pairing Meme (SPN)

List 10 characters from the same fandom, then answer the questions.

1 - Sam

2 - Dean
3 - Gabriel
4 - Lucifer
5 - Balthazar
6 - Castiel
7 - Crowley
8 - Michael
9 - Meg
10 - Anna

Q1 - Have you ever written a five/ten fanfiction before?

Q2 - Do you think three is hot? How hot?

Gabe is adorable and I want to hug him.

Q3 - What would happen if six got one pregnant?

Cas? Sam? Pregnant? I think Dean would kill him.

Q4 - Do you recall any good fics about nine?

I don't really search for Meg-centered fics, so no.

Q5 - Would seven and two make a good couple?

Crowley and Dean? They'd kill each other in about five minutes.

Q6 - Four/eight or four/nine?

Lucifer/Michael or Lucifer/Meg? I could see both happening but I definitely prefer Lucifer/Michael. I want Michael corrupted, broken and insane when he returns as Big Bad in some later season.

Q7 - What would happen if seven discovered that three and eight had a secret relationship?

Crowley discovers Gabriel and Michael? "Eww... angels. And they call ME a pervert."

Q8 - Can you write a summary of at least twenty words for a two/six fanfiction?

Oh yes, Destiel, finally! I could write twenty FICS about them, so... have something here. Not summary but rather ficlet.

(Endverse) Cas has given up any hope long ago. Dean grows more and more distant and looks at him with contempt. A day comes, when the autumn mists sit heavily on the camp and Dean is out on a hunt after casually insulting him again, not even noticing how much his words hurt. It's nothing new really. But something breaks in Cas. He starts off with absinthe as usual but quickly reaches for the heroine, which he would normally keep for nights. He injects four shots, already two more than he ever did, then shrugs and decides to continue, quickly, as long as he can still control his hands. Why not now. There is no future and Dean doesn't need him anymore.
After the seventh, he drops the needle and waits for the effect. The mists embrace him and he thinks back of times when Dean was still the man he rebelled for.
By the time Dean comes home and finds him, his body is already cold. 

Q9 - Is their such thing as a four/ten romantic fluff story?

Lucifer/Anna? I don't think it exists.

Q10 - Suggest a title for a one/five Hurt/Comfort fic.

Sam/Balthazar? Hm... can't think of any situation of hurt/comfort with these two, let alone title.

Q11 - What kind of plot would you use for a three/seven fic?

Gabriel and Crowley would totally form an alliance to troll the boys and any angel who gets in their way.

Q12 - Does anyone on your friends list read seven het? What about nine slash?

No idea. Is there such thign as Crowley het? And I haven't seen any Meg femslash yet.

Q13 - If you wrote a songfic about nine, what song would you choose?

No idea, the few non-classical music songs i know are either metal or classical rock, or from musicals. None would really suit Meg.

Q14 - if you wrote a two/three/six fanfiction, what would the warning be?


Angelcest, threesome, what is Gabriel doing here I can't even

Q15 - What pick-up line might eight use on five?

Michael to Balthazar?

"Thou wilt have sexual intercourse with me or I shall smite thee"

Q16 - Challenge: Write a drabble for ten/eight.

Anna: Oh, Mike, you're so handsome in this vessel, we should probably have se-
Michael: DIE FALLEN SCUM *burns her to dust*

Q17 - What would happen if seven walked in on two and one having sex?

Crowley on Dean/Sam? "Why am I the one to walk in on all the incest lately?"

Q18 - What kind of plot would you use if you wanted four and one to end up together?


Oh, don't even let me start! Sam is Lucifer's bitch in every sense of the word. It is canon, folks. So I could do Cage torture, or mind games with Hallucifer (my favourite) or simply have Lucifer!Sam and then bam, they are one.

Q19 - Does anyone on your friends list read seven slash?

I'm pretty sure they do. I mean, Crowley is shippable with basically everything that moves. He's the Jack Harkness of Supernatural.

Q20 - Does anyone on your friends list read three het?

What is Gabriel het? There is no such thing.

Q21 - Does anyone on your friends list write or draw one?

A lot of them, yeah.

Q22 - Would you write two/four/five?


No way that would work without everyone murdering everyone.

Q23 - What might ten scream at a moment of great passion?


Q24 - When was the last time you read a fic about five?

Today. But there aren't enough Balthazar fics.

Q25 - What is six's secret kink?

Watching pizza man porn, then trying things he saw.

Q26 - Would one shag nine?

Sam/Meg? Well, he once almost did.

Q27 - If three and seven got together, who would be on top?

Crowley always tops and Gabe is a born uke.

I'm sorry about possibly giving you FEELS with my cruel Endverse drabble. I just love Castiel angst.


My sweet, adorable, master troll angel. Why. Why does it hurt so much? First time I ever cry on Supernatural. 

I liked him from his first appearance (when we didn't really know who he was but, having seen pictures, I was like "wait, isn't the Trickster Gabriel's actor?") and then we realize why he went that way. 
And then he stands up to Lucifer anyway, and he knows he's going to die.
And Lucifer is so sad about it.
Why was I given feels

10 fandoms meme

Seen it on devart, so...

List the first 10 fandoms that come to mind. Your friends will comment with the character from each/a series/games that they think you are most like (remember this is who I'm most like, not favorites!)
  1. Doctor Who
  2. ASoIaF/GoT
  3. Sherlock
  4. LotR/Silmarillion
  5. Shakespeare (tragedies, mostly)
  6. Star Wars
  7. Avengers
  8. Harry Potter
  9. The Hunger Games
  10. Dune


Crossover meme!

Give me two fandoms I'm a fan of and/or have written for or talked about and I'll describe to you how the crossover could happen.


fic: Winter's Embrace Part 2


The woods didn’t change, neither did the weather. Osha took lead because Davos would have been lost. There was no way telling which direction they were going. The never saw the sun, the days grew darker and darker.
Rickon rode Shaggydog whenever he felt tired, and oft fell asleep on his back. Davos envied him. The pain in his back didn’t let him rest, and when he drifted off, he could not be sure he would wake up again. He was so weak he could barely walk, it was just his stubbornness that stopped him from lying down and giving in to winter. He had a duty towards Rickon, towards Lord Manderly and his King, and he would not fail. He had to get to Winterfell.
In the whirling snowfall his companions faded and his feverish mind played tricks on him.
He saw a maiden feeding purple seeds to a mockingbird who ate them eagerly and dropped dead, and the maiden was smiling.
A lone black brother was climbing the Wall, hundreds of blue eyes watching him from the dark.
A giant in white fought a big black dog who was bleeding from a dozen wounds but attacked again and again while a bald woman in red watched and laughed, and there was madness in her eyes.
A dead wolf lay in the snow, frozen blood around him, and a flock of crows feasted upon him, their beaks dripping red. Suddenly, the wolf opened his eyes and Davos heard three hornblasts.
A kraken was rising from the black depths, killing thousands of scorpions in one swipe, but unseen to him, there was a giant crow, dripping from seawater, following him in his way.
A snake was writhing through long, dark corridors, and as Davos followed it, it led him to an enormous library, but the books turned to dust when he touched them, and then the building crashed, but before it would have buried him, he found himself walking in the winter woods again, alone.
He saw a boy who was a tree, talking to him. He knew it was all a vision, but it seemed real, and when he touched the tree, it didn’t vanish. It was a weirwood, with one of those carved red faces, crying blood tears. And he understood the words. „Winterfell… Rickon…” He suddenly knew who this tree-boy was, with the certainty brought by walking the line between life and death. „I will bring him home” he promised to Bran Stark. The tree dropped a few crimson leaves and he heard a whisper „See”.
And he opened his eyes and saw. Thick snow covered the ruins, but he saw his King’s banners on the walls and his heart beat faster. He walked through the broken walls, climbed some of them with a newly found strength, and finally he came to a great hall and saw his King, alone and more thin than ever, he was all but a skeleton walking, but he still had that steely look, that grim determination.
He was surrounded by shadows, shadows that creeped nearer and nearer, with shining, eerie blue eyes, and he felt a terrible cold, much worse than the winter his body was fighting, this cold was unnatural and it carried fear and death. He wanted to cry out for his King, to warn him, to rush there and protect him from the things, but he had no voice, he could not move, and he saw ice blades flashing around Stannis, and the King’s sword shattered. Then silence fell.
Davos was kneeling in the snow and Osha tried to support him. She had been calling out to him for a while but he couldn’t hear her.
„We must hurry” he gasped. „Gods, we must hurry, he is in danger.”
„Shhh. You had visions and we almost lost you in the snowstorm. You just wandered off. You need some rest, we can’t continue like this.”
„No” he said. „We can’t lose time. What I saw was real or will be real. And army of ice, and three hornblasts. They are coming, and I must be at my King’s side when they arrive.”
She nodded. „So you saw them too. The time is here.” She helped him up.
„Osha” he whispered „how far can we be?”
„Mayhaps a week, if the gods are good.”
„A heart tree spoke to me. I was raised in the Faith, but the Seven have no power here. Pray, Osha. You know how to pray to them.”
„They are watching over us, Davos. But who is strong enough to stop the White Walkers?”
Davos didn’t know. Eight thousand years ago the Last Hero and the Children of the Forest defeated them, but they were long gone, if they were ever more than a legend. He heard there were dragons in the East, but even if that was true, they were too far away.
He had seen so much, yet the visions didn’t show anything that could be helpful right now. He was lost in a place he didn’t belong to, and he would never see the sea or his family again. He knew only one thing: he could not die before he met his King again.




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