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🪴 IT’S FANFICTION FRIDAY 🪴
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Memory Reboot is the first multi chapter work I’ve started for the Good Omens fandom. There are currently two chapters up, and chapter three is … everyday it’s a-getting closer … being written.
I’m glad I returned to tumblr and began writing again. Words can’t express how patient, lovely and supportive all of you are.
Work Title: Memory Reboot
Chapters: 2 out of ?
Rated: T, subject to change
Current Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Raven, Muriel, the Metatron, Jesus, and Nina.
Michael Sheen, if you’re out there, please don’t read this. Also, hi.
Memory Reboot
I’d love to know what you think! Comments keep me writing. 💚
#the ghost speaks#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#aziraphale x crowley#crowley x aziraphale#the metatron#muriel#jesus#nina good omens#oc raven#fic writer problems#good omens fanfic rec#good omens fanfic#good omens fanfiction#writers on tumblr
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No context, only bad memes.
#this seemed fitting for the azra x meta nightmare fuel I've been cooking up#btw valentino is such an asshole but I loved him in this episode#my oc: azra#my oc: metatron#jes.rambles
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A Gift From The Heavens
Ship: Jay x Bear x Silent Bob, Bear x The Metatron
Word Count: 1299
Summary: Set around Christmas, Jay wants to buy Bear the perfect gift for his birthday (December 24th) and calls upon The Voice Of God™️ (aka The Metatron) for advice. Shenanigans ensue when Jay takes the angel to the local mall to shop for this gift. CWs for toilet humour, religious themes kind of (comes with the territory), canon-typical suggestiveness, Christmas mentions.
Tag List: @canongf @futurewife
Jay sat in the bathroom of Bear’s apartment, fiddling with a flip phone decorated with angel-themed stickers; apparently, it was the only way for Bear to contact his angel boyfriend, The Metatron, and summon him to Earth. It rarely left Bear’s sight, considering what might happen if it got into the wrong person’s hands, and though Jay felt a little bad about snatching it, he needed The Metatron’s advice.
“It would’ve been way helpful for you to keep his number written down somewhere, Bear,” he muttered to himself as he flipped the phone over in his hands. “What fuckin’ numbers would be associated with an angel?? 666??? No, that’s the devil…”
He opened the phone, his tongue sticking through his teeth as he thought hard, hesitating momentarily before beginning to punch in random numbers. Luckily, it seemed he struck the right combination shortly, for the phone began to glow with heavenly light.
“Yes!”
The Metatron appeared before him in his humanoid form but still displayed his wings, obviously expecting Bear as he knew they liked it when he hugged them and wrapped his wings around them…
“What is it dar… oh. It’s you,” his fond tone immediately became one of unimpressed surprise.
“Metatron, bro!” Jay hopped off the toilet, oblivious to the angel’s slight displeasure. “I’m so glad you weren’t busy, I really need your advice, man.”
The angel arched an eyebrow, folding his arms and his wings. “Whatever for?”
“So you know how Christmas is coming up? And Christmas Eve is Bear’s birthday, yeah?”
“I follow.”
“I have… no fucking clue what to get him! And Silent Bob won’t let me in on his plans, the sneaky bastard…”
“So I’m your last resort?” The Metatron clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes subtly. “Typical… why don’t you just ask him??”
“I tried, man, but his lips are sealed!”
The angel paused, quickly gathering Jay presumed he meant “ask Silent Bob.” He sighed, “No, I mean, why not ask Bear? Surely that is the most efficient course of action you can take.”
“Ohh! Well it’s not really much of a surprise then, is it??”
“Who says it has to be a surprise? In my experience, Bear is… well, I wouldn’t say a very straightforward individual, but he knows what he wants, really, just ask. You don’t need to be wasting my time with trivialities like this.”
Suddenly, a knock came at the door, followed by Bear’s voice. “Jay, are you done in there? I’m gonna have to take like, a mad piss soon, dude.”
“Just a second!” Jay then leaned in closer to the angel, whispering, “Come onn, dude, I don’t wanna disappoint him! Just meet me at the mall at five, alright??”
The Metatron gave him a flabbergasted look. “I am not meeting you at the mall at five.”
“Dude, we saved the world together! Does that mean nothing to you?!”
“Technically, it was Bethany Sloane’s actions that saved the world. You’re just a self-proclaimed prophet who helped her in her journey. Goodbye, Jay.” With that, the angel disappeared. Jay groaned and exited the bathroom.
“He’s gotta fuckin’ come…!” He grumbled to himself as he swapped places with Bear.
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At five that evening, the usual posse arrived at their local mall; Jay, Silent Bob, Bear, and The Metatron, now hiding his wings. Jay sent Bear off with Silent Bob to the food court, then quickly began leading The Metatron around the numerous stores.
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I’m the voice of God, for Christ’s sake…” The angel muttered. “I suppose this is the price I pay for falling in love with a human.”
Jay suddenly turned to him, fists raised. “Upset him and I’ll kick your fuckin’ ass.”
He raised his hands defensively. “I’m not complaining about loving Bear, I’m merely complaining about your mulishness! You really believe I would ever speak ill of him, I mean, I’m here, aren’t I, helping your indecisive arse?”
“I’m just sayin’!” Jay shoved his hands back into his pockets before doing a double take as they passed a lingerie store. “Do you think they’d like anything from there??”
The Metatron followed his gaze. “All you humans think about is sex appeal.” He then sighed and began approaching the store. “Doesn’t hurt to look around.”
After much putting down of Jay’s suggestions of new undergarments for their partner, the odd pair left the lingerie store in search of something less suggestive. They browsed Spencer’s, a used video game store, and even a personal care shop. Once Metatron had to physically drag Jay away from the mall’s arcade.
“Honestly, you’re worse than a child!” The angel scolded as Jay struggled for a moment in his grasp before The Metatron let go.
“You could’ve given me five more minutes, I was about to beat some jockstrap’s high score!”
“We don’t have five more minutes, the mall closes at nine and we still have to collect Bear and Silent Bob from wherever they may’ve wandered off to before we leave.”
Jay was about to retort when his jaw dropped as something in a nearby store caught his eye. “I know what Bear wants.”
“Eh…?” Once again, the angel followed Jay’s wandering gaze and settled upon a window display mannequin wearing a hot pink Juicy Couture tracksuit. “Oh, yes, I have heard him gushing about those velour tracksuits… but how are you of all people going to afford it??”
“I’ll just turn on the ol’ Jay charm.” Jay grinned and winked before waltzing into the store, leaving the angel half-stunned.
“Oh I can’t bare to watch,” he finally murmured, burying his face in his hands as he waited by the store’s entrance. A few minutes passed before he felt a tap on his arm and cautiously peeked through his fingers. Jay triumphantly held up a nondescript bag, presumably containing a tracksuit in Bear’s size. The Metatron blinked in surprise but made no expression beyond that as his hands fell away from his face. “Consider yourself blessed, Jay.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as they wandered off to track down Bear and Silent Bob, eventually finding them making out near the bathrooms.
“Come on, you two,” The Metatron announced as they pulled apart. Silent Bob looked less than pleased at the interruption, but Bear shrugged at him with a smitten smile and hooked his arm with The Metatron’s.
“So, did you find what you were looking for?” Bear asked as the quartet made their way out of the mall and back into the treacherous winter of New Jersey.
“Yep! I think you’re really gonna like it!” Jay spoke proudly while The Metatron shot him a warning glance.
“Oh! It’s for me?”
“Totally--”
“Jay, why don’t you tell Bear about your little arcade adventure?” The Metatron spoke in a slightly raised tone, hoping if it didn’t remind him that he wanted the present to be a surprise, it would at least distract him from saying too much for the moment. Luckily, the angel’s plan worked, as Jay immediately began a tangent about him being a “stuffy old man” who needed to “loosen up,” and how he was surprised that Bear hadn’t achieved that already. Mentally, The Metatron gave a breath of relief. Jay ragging on him was much better than allowing him to undo all of the hard work they had just put in. When they returned to Bear’s apartment, Bear asked him to stay.
“I mean, you already made the trip, and it’s clear God can get along just fine without you for a few hours…” He enticed, wrapping his tiny, cold hands in The Metatron’s much larger and much warmer ones.
“Well… alright. But only because you’re asking so sweetly.” The angel hummed, kissing Bear on the forehead and making him smile.
#self shipping#self shipping community#self insert#self x canon#self insert oc#oc x canon#self insert x canon#circus scripts#👁The Metatron🪶#🧢Cute Motherfucker🧢#🧢The One That Talks (Jay)🧢#🐻🍃.s/i
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Late Music Monday and D&D Quiz
Tagged by @strangefable @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @josephseedismyfather and @poisonedtruth for the D&D Quiz here.
Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @wrathfulrook @jillvalentinesday @josephslittledeputy @cassietrn @chazz-anova @direwombat @g0dspeeed and @derelictheretic + anyone else who wishes to join in.
One song but three D&D results lets go!
Late Music Monday
Here's a romantic song for one of the main couples of The UnTitledverse, Mario Emmett and Charlie Emily:
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"Who knows where this road is supposed to lead?
We got nothin' but time
As long as you're right here next to me
Everything's gonna be alright
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, just let it be
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, just let it be
So won't you ride with me, ride with me?
See where this thing goes
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, if it's meant to be
I don't mean to be so uptight
But my heart's been hurt a couple times
By a couple guys that didn't treat me right
I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna lie
'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of
Boy make me believe
Whoa, hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful?
And it's easy to see
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, just let it be
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, just let it be
So won't you ride with me, ride with me?
See where this thing goes
If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, if it's meant to be
So come on, ride with me, ride with me
See where this thing goes
So come on, ride with me, ride with me
Baby, if it's meant to be
Maybe we do
Maybe we don't
Maybe we will, maybe we won't
But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be
Baby, just let it be."
Late D&D Quiz
Kamski "The Good Doctor" Neon (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)
Lora (Life, Despair & Monsters)
Archangel Metatron (Wings And Horns)
#music monday#oc quiz#d&d class quiz#the untitledverse#oc: mario emmett#charlie emily#ship: mario emmett x charlie emily#far cry the silver chronicles#oc: kamski neon#life despair & monsters#oc: lora#wings and horns#oc: archangel metatron#archangel metatron
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Demon In Love
Summary; Dean Winchester x OC (Maeve Luna)
They have known each other for 14 years and have been in love just as long. Only, now that Dean is a demon, what will they do?
Angst, mentions of death (season 9), Demon Dean, fluff, Sam being a little dickish, violence, Metatron, hint of smut if you squint.
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Maeve’s blood ran cold.
She had faught almost everything. Seen almost everything. Vampires, werewolves, djinn, dragons, gods, godesses, titans. You name it, she’s probably seen it. And killed it....most likely.
And she had never been scared. Not once.
Until now.
Metatron pushed the angel blade as far as he could through Dean’s body. And it was like she could feel it happening to herself.
Every pulse, every nerve...just everything; it all seemed to either slow down or heighten to the point where she thought she had just died.
She was the only one there. Sam was after Metatron and Cas was still looking for the tablet. She was the only one there.
“Dean!”
It felt like slow motion. She could see the change in his eyes. From him being able to fight, to him feeling the mark to him...being Dean. Her Dean.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Maeve ran down the metal stairs, his eyes still on her. “Hey, Dean. Dean.”
Maeve was now by his side. He was beaten and bruised and bloodied. And dying.
“Leave - leave before he comes back. Go. It’s better this way. I’m better this way.”
Maeve shook her head. “No, no. Don’t say that. We’ll find something to stop the mark. Come on, we’ve got to get you to a hospital.”
“It’s better this way.”
Maeve shook her head, holding Dean’s up. “No. Don’t start that. Come on.”
Maeve helped him up. She kept one hand on the front of his chest where his wound was. They needed a hospital five minutes ago.
“Whoa-wait, wait a second. I-I’ve got to say something.”
“Dean-”
Dean leaned against a pile of bricks. “I’ve got to say something-” Dean swallowed, looking into Maeve’s eyes.
“I love you.”
Maeve’s blood nearly stopped pumping around her body.
“And I’m proud of us. Tell Sam that, for me. Tell him I’m proud of us. But it’s better this way.”
“N-No. Dean. You can tell him yourself. Please.”
“I love you.”
After that, Dean’s head dropped.
He was gone.
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Hours later, Maeve sat in the library staring at her glass of whiskey. She should have drunk it by now. But she hadn’t.
It just didn’t seem right.
Nothing would seem right now. Not without him.
The moment his head dropped on her shoulder, she cried. The tears and everything she had been holding back, it all came out.
“I love you.” She had told him. She knew it was too late, but she hoped he heard her.
She had told Sam what Dean had told her. Not everything, but what Dean wanted Sam to know. And he hadn’t come out of his room since he lay his brother’s body on his bed.
“Mae.”
Maeve didn’t react at frist when Sam came rushing inside.
“Look at this.”
“Sam, I swear, if this is a hunt-”
Sam cut her off and showed her the piece of paper.
Sammy let me go.
“Wha-”
Maeve didn’t finish her sentence because within a few seconds she had shoved the note into Sam’s chest and ran straight down the hall, skidding to Dean’s room.
The only thing left was the dents his body had made on top of the bed sheets and pillow.
“I’m going to find him.”
“Sam-”
Sam turned around. “No. You’re not stopping me. I’ll call Cas rom the road. You stay here in case he comes back. He can’t have gone far.”
“Sam. I don’t think he’s coming back. He said to let him go.” Maeve told him. “And he didn’t even pass me to get out. I didn’t hear the door open or close. Sam, he’s gone.”
“How can you be so calm?”
She wasn’t calm. She was numb.
“Sam-”
“No. Tell me.” Sam pushed. “You’ve been in love with him since the beginning.”
“Wha-”
“Don’t give me that look. I’ve seen the way you look at him. So, tell me why. Tell me why I shouldn’t do this!?”
Maeve couldn’t think of an answer. Dean could be a ghost if he wanted. Sam wasn’t going to find him so easily. Especially if Dean doesn’t want him to find him.
“Sam-” Maeve’s voice broke. Her arms wrapped around her own body for some sort of comfort.
“I’m leaving.”
Half an hour later, Sam was gone. Cas was called but it would be a while before he could get to the bunker.
So Maeve was left alone.
She got it. Sam wanted his brother back. She wanted Dean back, too. But she was beat.
Clearly, it wasn’t but something felt perminant about this. That Dean wouldn’t be coming back this time. She saw the blade go through him. She saw the life drain from his eyes. She saw him go from Mark Dean to just Dean. Her Dean.
And yes, she had seen this a thousand times before. Worried and terrified that she was left alone. Even when he went to Hell, a small part of her still hoped. Still believed that he’d come back. Even if he was a Demon.
But this time...it felt real.
Why hadn’t she said it sooner? Why were their lives like this? Why, for once, couldn’t they just win and live normally? No string attached to the deal for their lives?
A few months would pass before Maeve heard from Sam again. Properly, anyway.
Usually he’d just send her a text once a month to let her know he was still alive. But it wasn’t until she got a call from him that she was fully let in to what he had been doing.
“He’s a demon.”
“What? Wait, who is this?”
“Mae. It’s me.”
“Sam?”
Only recently had she begun to go out on hunts again. Her and Cas kept in touch regularly but the only people who were there to see her were Jody Mills and Alex.
That was where she had just come from, too.
A Djinn hunt. Two of them.
She had gotten back to the bunker early hours of the morning and had fallen asleep the moment she got inside.
“Yes, it’s me. Look, Dean...he’s a demon. The mark, it must have..gotten ahold of him somehow.”
“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.”
“What’s your problem?” Sam asked.
Both were frustrated.
Maeve sighed, sitting up in the dark. “Nothing. What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know yet.”
It took a while but eventually time passed and Maeve woke up to another phone call from Sam.
“I’ve got him, but Maeve...he’s not him.”
“How so?”
“He said Baby’s just a car.”
Even Maeve could feel the hurt hit her like a freight train.
“Look, I’ve called Cas. He’s on his way to the bunker now. I don’t know how long he’ll be. I have Dean in the cuffs but I don’t know how long they’ll hold him.”
“He can’t be exercised, can he?”
“No.” Sam admitted. “I’ll drop by the hospital.”
“I’ll call a priest.” Maeve told him.
An hour later, Sam had arrived inside the bunker with a knocked out Dean.
“So he’s a demon.”
It was more of a statement than a question. Somehow none of this felt real. Usually they would be hunting the same thing that Dean currently was.
“How do you know we’re not killing him?” Maeve asked as she sat on the metal table across from Dean.
“We’re just gonna have to hope.”
Sam woke Dean up with a couple of splashes of holy water.
Dean looked around, holding Maeve’s eye contact a little too long before spotting the blood in its carrier.
“Really?”
“For what it’s worth I got your blood type.” Sam replied.
“Sam, I know you think you’re try’na fix me, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t wanna be fixed?” Dean questioned. “Just let me go live my life. I won’t bother you.”
Dean now looked to Maeve. “What do you care?”
“What do we care?” Sam asked.
A moment of silence passed, Maeve and Dean still locked in eye contact. Clearly, he was trying to read her thoughts but she was just looking. Judging what had happened to him. Why they hadn’t spotted it earlier, that this was how it was going to end.
“You really think I’m gonna sit here like Crowley, getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don’t want this!”
Maeve finally spoke. “Yeah, well, right now you don’t get a say in that.”
“You don’t even know if this is gonna work.” Dean told her. “I’ve got a helluva lot more running through me than just run-of-the-mill demon juice.”
“Mark of Cain. Got it.” Sam replied. “Buckle up.”
“Sammy…you know I hate shots.”
“I hate demons.”
Sam splashed him with holy water when his eyes flicked black, jabbing the needle into his arm.
“Look, you’ve got a bunch more of these to go.” Maeve told him. “You could make this a whole lot easier on yourself.”
Suddenly, something began to happen. Whatever it was…it didn’t look good. Grunt and growls came from Dean as the purified blood went through him.
A while passed before Maeve went back into the dungeon and shot Dean with more human blood.
Sam had done the first few but it was getting harder for him to see his brother like this.
So, as much as it pained her too…she took over.
“For all you know, you could be killing me.”
“Sam says the lore has no exceptions to the cure-“
“The lore.” Dean’s voice poured like whiskey. “Hunters. Men of Letters. What a load of crap it all is.”
“Oh, you got nothin’?”
Maeve turned around and lent against the metal table, crossing her ankles in front of her.
“You want me to debate you? You and I both know that’s Sam’s field.”
“So what’s yours? Pining to the point of heartbreak?”
Maeve didn’t know what to say.
“This isn’t the real you who’s talking.” Maeve said although it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
“Oh, it’s the real me alright.” Dean told her. “The New Real Me - the me that sees things for what they really are.”
“Hunters…fighting the natural order. Let me tell you something - guys like me, we are the natural order.”
“Why? Because you were one of the first created? This isn’t you, Dean.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Listen sweetheart, there ain’t much difference from what I turned into and what you and Sam are.”
“What exactly do you mean by that? Because I say there’s two very clear differences right off the bat?”
“I’d say you can die but, we’ve seen the history books.”
Maeve gave a hard stare.
“I know how you felt.”
Maeve didn’t answer.
“I’d heard people tell me about it before. Hell, even a few demons asked if we’d been a thing before the mark.” Dean explained. “Maybe even I thought we could have been a thing but…oh, you thought so as well.”
Dean could see the change in her body. The shifting, the hurt yet hopeful distant look in her eyes.
There has been so many ‘maybe almost’ moments over the years.
Like when they first met. She was 20, he was 22. They had met on a hunt. She was running through a barn when a vamp nest came out from the shadows. From hiding behind a tractor, her back had bumped against another.
She was ready to take his head clean off his shoulders.
“Whoa, hey - I’m not one of them, okay?”
She had pulled a small silver knife from her shoe, scratched Deans skin. No reaction other that.
“Ow! Hey!”
“That’ll do. Shall we?”
She replaced the knife and they finished the hunt. Afterwards, they had gone to a diner to get some food.
It had been a normal conversation but at the end of dinner, they had held eye contact.
“I better get going. It was nice to meet you…”
“Dean. Dean Winchester.”
He shook her hand. “An you?”
“Maeve. Maeve Luna.”
Their hands didn’t let go at first. “She who rules…the moon.”
Maeve nodded and dropped her hand. “Oddly, I’m an early bird.”
It would be a year before they would run into one another again. And the rest was history.
“That line that we both thought was so clear on the other side has never been that clear, has it?” Dean questioned her.
Maeve said nothing as he spoke. She just walked over, jamming the needling into the back of his neck.
“If this doesn’t work…we both know what Sammy’s gonna have to do to me, right? Or will it be you?”
Maeve didn’t even want to think about that.
“You got the stomach for that, Sweetheart?”
Two hours later, Maeve strolled back inside to find Sam kneeling in front of Dean, slapping him across the face to wake him up.
“Sure, if you call drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils okay.”
Sam looked to Maeve who had worry painted across her face.
“We’ve got to keep going. We can’t stop.”
“Sure you can. Just stop.” Dean told him. “There’s not point in trying to bring your brother back now.”
“Oh, I’m bring him back. We both are.”
“In fact, your - uh - guilt-ridden, weight of the world bro has been MIA for quite some time now. In fact, he’s been gone since he uttered those last three little words to…you.”
Dean pointed his finger towards Maeve.
“You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible?” Dean began, looking to Sam. “Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King if Hell over you.” He looked to Maeve. “Over both of you.”
“Maybe I was just tired…of baby sitting you and of your pathetic pining.”
“Or maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you.”
“He doesn’t mean that Sam.” Maeve assured him.
“That your very existence sucked the life out of my life.”
“This isn’t my brother talking.”
“You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what? I quit.”
This continued for a while longer all until Maeve walked back in and found the dungeon empty.
“Shit.”
“Mae! Maeve!”
Sam came around the corner, demon knife in his hand.
“Where-“
“Come on, Sammy!”
Both of them looked towards the kitchen entrance. Oh, crap.
“Spend a little quality time?”
“Try and keep him busy.” Sam told her. “I can put the place on lockdown.”
And so she did.
Maeve followed Dean’s footsteps - Hell, she’s known him long enough by now to know the difference between his and Sam’s footsteps.
She managed to bang a door closed door a few corridors. She could already hear him drawing closer, breaking down each door with his foot along the way.
“Sammy! Mae!”
Suddenly everything went dark and red.
“Smart Sam, locking the place down.” Dean called out. “Doors won’t open. I get it. But here’s the thing! I don’t wanna leave! Maybe I’ll kill you first and leave Sweetheart Maeve until later. See if I can make her fall in love with the New Me.”
Dean continued to search around, calling out to them.
“Oh, and you can blame yourself for me getting loose! All that blood that made me human, well…the more human I was the less the cuffs worked! And that devils trap? Just walked right over it.”
Eventually, Dean made his way into the basement room.
And Sam locked the door on him.
“That’s your big move?”
“I know your still in there somewhere Dean.”
Dean began to knock the door down with his hammer. “You act like I wanna be cured.”
Maeve came running around the corner. “I swear — he better not say ‘Here’s Johnny.’”
“Personally, I like the disease!”
Maeve now called out. “Dean! Stop!”
“I don’t wanna use this blade on you.” Sam called out to him.
“Oh, that sucks for you doesn’t it?”
“You come out of that room, I won’t have a choice!”
“Sure you will! And I know which one you’ll make. Isn’t that right, Sammy?”
“…Hell I’m blessed, ‘cause there’s enough demon left in me that killing you ain’t no choice at all.”
Dean continued to hammer the door until he could finally kick it in.
“Come on, let’s have a beer. Let’s talk about our feelings! I’m tired of this unspoken thing between us! Let’s finish this game!”
“Sam!” Maeve called out just as the hammer swung above his head and into the wall.
As much as Dean as a demon was terrifying…he was still hot.
Dean let go of the hammer. “Well…look at you. Do it. It’s all on you. Unless you wanna take a swing, darlin’” Dean said, his eyes flicking to Maeve with a small wink.
Thankfully, as Sam lowered the knife, Cas popped from behind him, his eyes glowing.
“It’s over, now. It’s over.”
…
“Even after all that blood, he still said he didn’t want to be cured.”
“I get it. Only humans can feel real joy and…love. But also such profound pain and suffering. This is easier.”
Maeve could feel her heart breaking. He carried so much on his shoulders and for so many years…if the mark was on the other arm…she’d probably be the same. Feel the same way.
Suddenly, Dean began to stir.
She could see it in his eyes…
Her Dean.
He’s back.
“You look worried.”
Sam threw holy water on him, yet again. Nothing. No reaction. Other than that if Dean being…tired.
“Welcome back, Dean.”
Hours passed before Maeve could face Dean again. The moment she untied him, them sharing a look - Dean more so than Maeve. His eyes looked...scared. And not oh-shit-i'm-gonna-be-killed-by-a-vamp scared. This was...shit-what-am-i-meant-to-say scared.
"I'll go and make coffee." Those had been the only words Maeve had said as Dean stood up. She could barely make eye contact with him.
It wasn't until two days later that Dean finally got Maeve to speak to him.
She had been in the garage, washing one of the cars. She was still in mechanic overalls. Patches of her skin were soaked beneath the cover, suds now soaking into her skin.
"Hey, Sam's thinking of making egg white omelatte for dinner, you want any?"
"Sure, whatever."
Maeve continued to clean as Dean watched her. She could feel his eyes burning the back of her head, yet she still didn't turn around.
"Alright."
Maeve thought he had left, but instead, he walked to the other end of the garage and turned off the tap, unltimately stopping the water running through the hose.
"Wh- What the hell?"
"We need to talk."
Maeve sighed, "About what?"
"I think you know what." Dean told her. He was never one for talking about his feelings, but hell, her ignoring and avoiding him was worse.
"What do you want me to say, Dean?"
"Something! Anything! You've been avoiding me for the past two days. Whenever we're in the same room together you can't even make eye contact with me! I get that I was a demon and you don't trust me because of the mark but-"
"You think that's why I can't look at you? Because you became the thing that we've hunted for the past...10 years?! Dean-"
"I know what I said, okay. I was there."
Maeve let out a heavy sigh. "Dean. I watched you die."
The words rung loud in his ears and, with her emotion, lay heavy on his heart.
"I watched Metatron drive an angel blade, through your heart." Maeve began to walk slowly towards him, tears glossing her eyes. "I get it was painful for you and, yeah, sure, you've died like, a thousand times over the years...but I watched you die. Even when you went to Hell...a part of me still thought you might come back. But that night?...." Maeve tried her hardest to stop the tears from falling and her voice from breaking. "That night I watched the man, who I have been in love with for 14 years, get stabbed in the heart by the biggest asshole I have ever come across and I had to carry your dying body across a wearhouse and hear his final words to me be 'I love you'. After all this time, I heard you say the words I have been wanting to hear for the longest time...but as much as that should have given me hope, it didn't. A part of me died that night, when you got stabbed. When you died. When Sam carried your body back into this god-damn bunker and lay you down on your bed. And I knew there was not a Single Thing that I could do to bring you back. I just had to sit here, your words echoing constantly in my head to the point where I thought 'Maybe I imagined it. Dean doesn't like me like that. He's never liked me like that'." Maeve forced a smile as she recounted her thought, but then it dropped again. "And then Sam came running back in and showed me your note. You had disappeared and said nothing. Left nothing but four words in your place. God, Sam was so persistant in leaving to find you. He yelled at me, asking why I was so calm. But I wasn't. I was numb. Completely numb. I thought you were dead and wasn't going to come back. That this time, you had finally been finished off. But, you weren't." Maeve forced a short smile again. "You were out there, as a demon having the time of your life with Crowley. So forgive me for not knowing what to say or do when I'm around you because every time I look at you I hear those three little words before your body became a dead weight against me."
Dean didn't know what to say. He just stood there, taking all of what she had said, in.
Maeve was the first to break eye contact, looking down to her hands. "If you can turn the tap back on...I need to wash these suds off."
Dean, after a few moments, moved and turned back on the tap, Maeve picking up the hose and began to spray the car clean, listening to Dean leave the garage and only when his footsteps became nothing more than silence, Maeve let out her shaking breath and let the tears flow.
More hours passed and Dean hadn't come out of his room. Maeve had finished cleaning the car and polishing it about an hour after dinner. She had grabbed what Sam left over before washing her plate and heading back to her room. She stopped for a moment outside Dean's door. Should she go in? What would she even say?
Dean could see her shadow under the door, but even as he slowly moved from his bed and towards his door, his thoughts were the same.
Was she going to come in? Should he open the door? What would they say?
But then her shadow disappeared. He opened the door but it was too late. She was already around the corner and headed towards her room.
However, as time began to pass - Maeve sat in her room watching reruns of Seinfield. Not that she was paying attention, her mind wandering elsewhere - Dean left his room and stood outside of her door.
It took him a while, but eventually, he knocked.
"Sam, I told you I'm fine and if this is about another egg white omel- Dean."
"I meant it when I said that I loved you." Dean began. "Every word. And it was unfair on you for me to have those be my last words to you, but I meant it. I could have said it sooner but I didn't. And I'm sorry that I didn't but I knew I needed to tell you because, if I didn't...I would have probably come back with unfinished business. I have loved you for 14 years but every time I came to tell you..something happened. I guess I just began to take it as a sign that maybe I shouldn't tell you. That, at some point, you'd realise who you were with and you'd leave and you'd never want to see us again. See me...again."
"Dean-"
"No, just...let me get this off my chest." Dean admitted. "Look, in all honesty, I don't know what I'm meant to say. But I'm tired. I'm tired of this...this...this thing between us. And if you don't wanna do anything about it, then I will walk away. But I don't. I don't wanna walk away. I'm in love with you, Maeve and...and I don't know what else to-"
Suddenly, Dean felt two hands come to his face, pulling him in closer. Maeve kissed him.
He was a little shocked at first but it didn't take long before his eyes shut and his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in closer to him so their bodies were flushed together.
"-say."
Maeve shook her head. "Tell me that we're done. Tell me that this unspoken thing...it's spoken."
Dean nodded with a smile beginning to grow on his lips. "It's spoken."
"What do we do now?"
Dean smiled. "I'm sure we can think of something."
Maeve smiled as she saw the smirk on his face and the glint in his eyes. And so, leaning back in, they kissed again. Not breaking it for anything. Not even as Maeve lowered herself down from leaning up, pulling at Dean's shirt and pulling him inside, Dean shutting the door with his foot behind him.
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Fanfiction & Meta Masterpost
Fanfiction:
Encanto:
Souls Aspiring: Paola Delgado offers to show Bruno the way out of the Encanto. He doesn't take her up on it, but somehow they wind up as penpals anyway. Bruno x OC, In Progress
Twilight:
Inter Vivos: A woman's search for her missing sister leads her to Volterra. Eventual Marcus x OC, In Progress
Pirates of the Caribbean:
Vexation: Will Turner did not get crazy good with a sword by practicing all by his lonesome. Mary Brown gets roped into his nonsense and discovers she rather prefers being a pirate to being a drunk blacksmith’s daughter. Barbossa x OC, In Progress
Supernatural:
Dynamics of an Asteroid: Adam wasn’t the only accident; John Winchester’s only daughter offers Sam shelter when Dean is assumed dead after killing Dick Roman, and then everyone learns what happens to those who assume. Eventual Balthazar x OC if the characters behave. In Progress (erratic updates)
Complex: Sam Winchester botches a summoning ritual and reverse French Mistakes a gal. Sam x OC fix-it fic, 170k, complete
Rewrite: A fan falls into the Supernatural universe, hightails it away from the Winchesters, and attempts to undo everything after Season 5 with the help of Metatron. Yes, Metatron. Metatron x OC, 44k, complete
Never Learn: God dumps Lucifer with a babysitter before he runs off to reconnect with his sister. Mary Poppins decides God can shove it and shacks up with the devil in a cabin in the woods. Lucifer x OC, 24k, complete
Dead Body Moving: Sam accidentally turns a cancer patient into a vampire, who proceeds to drink Crowley’s blood and become the Winchesters’ Mom Friend. Crowley x OC, 130k, complete
No Heaven or Hell: Angsty alternate ending to Dead Body Moving featuring Benny Lafitte. 7k, complete
Trivia: The Goddess of the crossroads ponders the upstart little stain who’s declared himself King. Crowley x Goddess, 2k, complete
Cookie For Your Soul: semi-autobiographical bisexual threesome Crowley smut. Crowley x OC, 5k, complete
Of Use: Rowena has a fling with a white witch, who thought she had no illusions and is ultimately proven wrong. Rowena x OC, 2k, complete
Sherlock:
Madness: Moriarty met another Doctor Watson during his time at Barts. Sherlock is convinced this is very important. Jim thinks this is fucking hilarious. Moriarty x OC, 56k, complete
Yu Yu Hakusho:
Nana: When Dr. Ichigaki can’t get his hands on Yusuke Urameshi, he decides the boy’s cousin is the next best thing. Ren Nakano has a Bad Time. Kurama x OC, 100k, On Hiatus
Marvel Cinematic Universe:
Learning to Fall: A risk-averse ex-SHIELD agent gets roped into swing dancing with the Winter Soldier, which she finds marginally preferable to Natasha Romanoff trying to push her down a flight of stairs. Bucky x OC, 10k, On Hiatus this one’s probably abandoned tbh the MCU just doesn’t excite me
Meta:
Pirates of the Caribbean:
Will Turner is Not Smart
Will Turner is Not Smart: Dead Man’s Chest Edition
Will Turner is Not Smart: At World’s End Edition
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X if you were forced to choose would you rather A) never have a homosexual thought again or be at risk of it BUT God is ELIMINATED or B) Everyone becomes a child of the LORD but you are GAY FOREVER what would you choose. hypothetically
also for Metatron what’s ur favourite smoothie flavour :]
interesting
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Of Heaven and Hell - Traitorous Heart
Pairing: Crowley x Female OC/Reader x Aziraphale
Word Count: 1381
Warning: Spoilers ahead for Good Omens Season 2 Episode 6.
Description: Aziraphale makes a decision that will change the lives of the ones he loves most.
Note: This fic is written from the second person POV but features a female Half-Demon/Half-Angel OC of mine from this one-shot I wrote several years ago.
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"Aziraphale!" The angel heard the voice of his partner before they burst through the doors of the bookshop.
"Lia, you're alright," Aziraphale breathed a sigh of relief seeing you already up and around after the injury you'd sustained during the demon's attack on the bookshop. Crowley had whisked you away to the home the three of you shared a few blocks over the second the demons were gone. You'd been in dire need of healing and rest you wouldn't have gotten in the chaos surrounding Gabriel and Beezelbub's revealed tryst. You of course had insisted Crowley return to Aziraphale's side the second you were patched up, "I have the most wonderful news."
"Zira," the crack in your voice made Aziraphale's heart stutter. He hadn't heard that sound from you in decades not since... no he couldn't bare to dredge up that memory, "Please don't do this."
Aziraphale realized Crowley must have already told you what happened between them.
"You can come with me," Aziraphale took a step towards you, and his face momentarily crumpled when you fell back a step in response and he saw the tears threatening to spill down your face, "The Metatron promised things would be different with me in charge. He told me that Crowley would be welcomed back and you would be permitted entry. We just have to convince Crowley-"
"You honestly believe that after everything the angels have put me through, put us through they'd just let a demon and a hybrid monstrosity walk right into their ranks with open arms?" you spat, every ounce of disdain and disgust you held against Heaven dripped from your voice like acid, "Do you not remember what they did to me? How they experimented on me? How they fucking hunted me like an animal for centuries because my parents were an angel and a demon? How they hunted and hated a child simply for being born?"
"It will be different now," Aziraphale's eyes pleaded with you, "I'll make things different."
"You honestly believe you can change a system that has quite literally been like this since the dawn of time?" Aziraphale hated the look in your eyes. The doubt and pain in them was a knife in his chest, "Zi, Crowley was cast out simply for asking questions. What makes you think they will welcome me into their sterile white paradise? I'm an abomination, remember? I'm below the demons in Heaven's hierarchy of trash."
"Please, Azalia," Aziraphale stepped forward to take your hands in his, and this time you let him, "I know they have hurt you. I was the one that pulled you out of that prison the angels locked you up in to do those experiments. I helped Crowley nurse you back to health. I may not have loved you as long as Crowley has but I love you just as much. You know that. Please tell me you know that."
"I do," you nodded.
"Good," Aziraphale brought a hand up to wipe away the tears now running freely down your cheeks. A small smile graced his lips as you leaned into his touch, your eyes closed, "I wouldn't have proposed this if I thought for a second they would hurt you. I will never let them lay a hand on you in Heaven."
"They don't have to lay a hand on me to hurt me," you whispered and opened your eyes to meet his, "Please, Aziraphale. We've worked so hard for the life we've made here. Why do you want to give it up? We're free here. Finally free after centuries of hiding who we are. In Heaven, there will be rules and expectations even you can't change."
"Azalia," Azirphale started but you cut him off.
"I know you believe in Heaven. That you believe they can change," you took the hand he held to your face in yours and squeezed it gently as you lowered it, "I wish I could believe in that as much as you do."
"Lia," it was Aziraphale's turn for his voice to crack, "Don't do this. I can't lose you, too."
"I'm sorry Aziraphale," you let your hands fall from his and began to back away, "I love you so much, but if you go back to Heaven... I can't go with you. Not after everything they've put all of us through. Not just me but you and Crowley. I know you can't see it yet, but Heaven has victimized you, too, and I can't forgive any of it."
Aziraphale was speechless as he watched you turn your back on him and walk for the door just like Crowley had. Hope fluttered in his chest as you paused upon the threshold of the shop.
"If you change your mind about all of this madness with Heaven," you didn't so much as turn your head as you spoke instead keeping your eyes fixed on the door as you held it, "You know where to find us."
Not me. Us.
As you pushed your way out of the bookshop and disappeared into the morning crowds, it hit Aziraphale that he'd lost both of you. You and Crowley chose Earth and each other over him. If the Metatron hadn't walked in seconds after the doors swung shut on your departure, Aziraphale would have fallen apart. He still might.
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As you walked away from the bookshop and your partner inside, it felt like you were being burned alive from the inside out by holy water and hellfire all over again. That had nearly killed you nearly 5 decades ago. This might as well.
You might have fallen apart in the middle of the street if you hadn't found your other partner waiting down the block from the shop by his car. The second you were within arms reach of Crowley, he opened his arms to you.
A sob escaped your lips as you buried your face into his chest. The familiar scent of him was an immediate comfort as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed circles on your back.
"I'm sorry, love," Crowley muttered into your hair before he rested his chin atop your head. He wasn't usually one for public displays of affection but today he made the exception.
"I tried," you whimpered, your face still buried in his shirt.
"I knew you would," you could hear the sad smile in Crowley's words.
Neither of you said anything more or moved for several minutes. Not until you felt Crowley tense.
You turned away from Crowley enough to face back towards the bookshop but your partner kept you tucked close under his arm. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Aziraphale exiting the bookshop with the Metatron.
Aziraphale hesitated by the doors of the lift that would take him back to Heaven. Both you and Crowley held your breath as the angel you both loved so passionately stood on the threshold of a decision that would change your lives forever. If the thoughts of two people alone had the power to change the will of another, Aziraphale never would have taken that final step away from his partners.
"Let's go home," Crowley whispered after the doors to Heaven closed on the pair of angels.
He was the first to move and ushered you around the Bentley towards the passenger side. He kept his arm around you as he opened the door and only broke contact when you were seated inside the car.
Your thoughts drifted away from the Bentley as Crowley started the car and pulled away into the street to drive to the home you had once shared with the two loves of your life.
Now where it had once been three it would only be two hearts in that home.
You wanted to hate Aziraphale for forcing you to choose like this. You wanted to hate him for being blinded by Heaven and not seeing the truth in why you and Crowley couldn't go. You wanted to hate him for leaving both of you. You wanted to hate him for it all so badly but your traitorous heart wouldn't let you.
You'd loved the Angel of the Eastern Gate so much and for so long it wasn't likely the hurt of today would dim that any time soon.
#good omens#good omens fanfic#good omens season 2 spoilers#good omens spoilers#crowley x reader#reader insert#anthony janthony crowley#crowley x aziraphale#crowley x reader x aziraphale#good omens hurt no comfort#hurt/no comfort#Eiress: Of Heaven and Hell#good omens 2
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MASTERLIST OF FANDOM STUFF
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GOOD OMENS:
ANALYSES:
- “Every” and Pre-Fall Crowley share Musical Themes
- The Metatron is a Parallel to Original Sin/the Serpent of Eden
WRITING:
A Very Bad but Trying Very Hard Good Omens “minisode”
FANART:
koi fish ineffable husbands
trailer inspired aziraphale x crowley
crowley sticker
pre-fall crowley
lament of icarus inspired crowley
STRANGER THINGS:
🎼 READ MY MUSICIAN AU FANFIC: SONATA OF THE SHATTERED
CINEMATOGRAPHY VIDEOS:
Mike and Will Ep4 Talk in Bedroom Video Analysis
Byler Fight at Rink ‘o Mania Video Analysis
Mike and El Fight Video Analysis
Mike’s Monologue Video Analysis
Byler Desert Car Scene Video Analysis
Van Scene Video Analysis
TEXT ANALYSIS:
What makes me almost 100% of byler endgame?
El’s Fight w/ 001 versus Mike’s Monologue
MUSIC:
Theme from “Being Different” plays in “Unambiguous True Love”
“In the Closet (At Rink o’ Mania)” and “The First I love You” share similar chords
FANART:
Angel! Will
MISC FANART:
lesbian fantasy oc’s
umbrella academy - klaus
More to come! Send ask for scenes you want me to analyze <3
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21+. She/Her. Looking to get some threads going for my four-ish biggest fandoms right now. 👻
About Me: I like to plot on Tumblr and don't hand out my Discord until I know we'll be doing something together. I write in third person, past tense and usually ~2-4 paragraphs. I can't reply daily because of work and just a general busy RL. I try my hardest to get replies out within 2-3 days. I don't double and have no triggers but that doesn't mean I'm willing to do everything.
What I'm Looking For: Mostly romantic ships with a healthy dose of plot and some NSFW/smut. I'm willing to forgo both of those but I'm really interested in them. Canon x canon ships or canon x OC (although, I am a bit picky with OCs so don't be offended if I turn your OC down). MxM preference but can do MxF and FxF.
Please be 21+ to interact and communicative!!!
I'll just be listing my main muses for each fandom. I have plenty of favorite ships, but I'm willing to discuss doing just about anything.
Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon: Alliser Thorne, Beric Dondarrion, Daemon Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Gerion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Lyn Corbray, Margaery Tyrell, Otto Hightower, Petyr Baelish, Robb Stark, Roose Bolton, Stannis Baratheon, Thoros, Tywin
Marvel: Benjamin Poindexter, Billy Russo, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Eddie Brock, Frank Castle, James!Harry Osborne, Loki Laufeyson, Nathan Summers, Willem!Norman Osborn, Andrew!Peter Parker, Ray Nadeem, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson
Supernatural: Alastair, Arthur Ketch, Azazel, Balthazar, Benny Lafitte, Chuck Shurley, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Gadreel, Lucifer, Metatron, Mick Davies
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Charlie Hewitt Jr., Drayton Sawyer, Johnny Sawyer, Nubbins Sawyer
If you would like to work something out, I do highly prefer that you message me. My last account got shadowbanned (and never fixed by Tumblr) because of the whole messaging too many people first thing. If you really don't want to message me first, I'll reach out to you. It'll take a lot longer, though, because I won't be sending more than one or two first messages a day now.
message op directly if you're interested
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21+. She/Her. Looking to get some threads going for my four-ish biggest fandoms right now. 👻
About Me: I like to plot on Tumblr and don't hand out my Discord until I know we'll be doing something together. I write in third person, past tense and usually ~2-4 paragraphs. I can't reply daily because of work and just a general busy RL. I try my hardest to get replies out within 2-3 days. I don't double and have no triggers but that doesn't mean I'm willing to do everything.
What I'm Looking For: Mostly romantic ships with a healthy dose of plot and some NSFW/smut. I'm willing to forgo both of those but I'm really interested in them. Canon x canon ships or canon x OC (although, I am a bit picky with OCs so don't be offended if I turn your OC down). MxM preference but can do MxF and FxF.
Please be 21+ to interact and communicative!!!
I'll just be listing my main muses for each fandom. I have plenty of favorite ships, but I'm willing to discuss doing just about anything.
Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon: Alliser Thorne, Beric Dondarrion, Daemon Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Gerion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Lyn Corbray, Margaery Tyrell, Otto Hightower, Petyr Baelish, Robb Stark, Roose Bolton, Stannis Baratheon, Thoros, Tywin
Marvel: Benjamin Poindexter, Billy Russo, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Eddie Brock, Frank Castle, James!Harry Osborne, Loki Laufeyson, Nathan Summers, Willem!Norman Osborn, Andrew!Peter Parker, Ray Nadeem, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson
Supernatural: Alastair, Arthur Ketch, Azazel, Balthazar, Benny Lafitte, Chuck Shurley, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Gadreel, Lucifer, Metatron, Mick Davies
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Charlie Hewitt Jr., Drayton Sawyer, Johnny Sawyer, Nubbins Sawyer
If you would like to work something out, I do highly prefer that you message me. My last account got shadowbanned (and never fixed by Tumblr) because of the whole messaging too many people first thing. If you really don't want to message me first, I'll reach out to you. It'll take a lot longer, though, because I won't be sending more than one or two first messages a day now.
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OBEY ME OC: Metatron, Scribe of the Celestial Realm
One of the Celestial Realm's highest ranking angels, Metatron is responsible for maintaining records and written knowledge of angels, demons, and humankind. He oversees the upkeep of the Celestial Realm's great library and spends much of his time working in solitude. As a witness to the long and violent history of the three realms, he struggles with feelings of guilt and uncertainty. He is quick to offer friendship and affection to others, yet he rarely confides in anyone else about the doubt he feels or the terrible memories that haunt him.
➤ BIOGRAPHY (wip)
➤ CHARACTER TAG & ASKS/INFO: #my oc: metatron
➤ HEADCANONS & LORE
OC Voice Claims
Their opinions on other species
Meeting a bogeyman (their worst fears)
The OCs with an Angel!Reader or MC
Angel OCs' opinions on canon angel characters
OC Rankings: How Flirty They Are
➤ CAMEO APPEARANCES
Angels' Commendation (Michael x Reader x Simeon)
"You normally don't like PDA" (Simeon x Reader)
➤ CHARACTER VISUALS
Basic references - past and present (Picrew credit)
Commissioned art: naocyz // rururuina // chocofdaini
Commissioned art: sempaksiete // rairaiev
➤ CHARACTER SHEETS
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Bear (Askewniverse) | Bright lights, put me in a trance / But it ain't house music, that makes me wanna dance
Let's Go Get Stoned - Sublime
Molly Sells Molly By The Seashore - Sorry Mom
Rock Me Amadeus - Falco
Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus
Girls & Boys - Blur
Jump Around - House Of Pain
#self insert#self shipping#self shipping community#self insert oc#self insert x canon#self ship moodboard#self insert playlist#drug reference /#q'd#🧢Cute Motherfucker🧢#🧢The One That Talks (Jay)🧢#👁The Metatron🪶#🐻🍃.s/i
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21+. She/Her. Looking to get some threads going for my four-ish biggest fandoms right now.
About Me: I like to plot on Tumblr and don't hand out my Discord until I know we'll be doing something together. I write in third person, past tense and usually ~2-4 paragraphs. I can't reply daily because of work and just a general busy RL. I try my hardest to get replies out within 2-3 days. I don't double and have no triggers but that doesn't mean I'm willing to do everything.
What I'm Looking For: Mostly romantic ships with a healthy dose of plot and some NSFW/smut. I'm willing to forgo both of those but I'm really interested in them. Canon x canon ships or canon x OC (although, I am a bit picky with OCs so don't be offended if I turn your OC down). MxM preference but can do MxF and FxF.
Please be 21+ to interact and communicative!!!
I'll just be listing my main muses for each fandom. I have plenty of favorite ships, but I'm willing to discuss doing just about anything.
Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon: Alliser Thorne, Beric Dondarrion, Daemon Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Gerion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Lyn Corbray, Margaery Tyrell, Otto Hightower, Petyr Baelish, Robb Stark, Roose Bolton, Stannis Baratheon, Thoros, Tywin
Marvel: Benjamin Poindexter, Billy Russo, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Eddie Brock, Frank Castle, James!Harry Osborne, Loki Laufeyson, Nathan Summers, Willem!Norman Osborn, Andrew!Peter Parker, Ray Nadeem, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson
Supernatural: Alastair, Arthur Ketch, Azazel, Balthazar, Benny Lafitte, Chuck Shurley, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Gadreel, Lucifer, Metatron, Mick Davies
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Charlie Hewitt Jr., Drayton Sawyer, Johnny Sawyer, Nubbins Sawyer
If you would like to work something out, I do highly prefer that you message me. My last account got shadowbanned (and never fixed by Tumblr) because of the whole messaging too many people first thing. If you really don't want to message me first, I'll reach out to you. It'll take a lot longer, though, because I won't be sending more than one or two first messages a day now.
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#twenty-one and over#got#got roleplay#got rp#hotd#hotd roleplay#hotd rp#marvel#marvel roleplay#marvel rp#supernatural#texas chainsaw massacre
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30+ / F. Looking for 18+ (preferably 21+) writing partners for various fandom roleplays.
I'm mainly looking for canon x canon pairings but will at least listen to any OC ideas you have. I, myself, am only interested in writing canons for these. I like canon or canon divergent plots. No AUs that are way out there.
I write third person, past tense and prefer you at least match the third person part. I am for at least one paragraph but usually do more. I'm all about quality over quantity, though. I work full-time during the week so please be patient with me. Replies can't and won't happen every day.
MxM is my preference when it comes to pairings but I have quite a few favorite MxF ships and some FxF ones too. I'll just be listing my fandoms and the characters I most like to write as. I'm pretty open when it comes to ships so feel free to suggest some of your favorites to me.
If a character is in bold, it means I really, really, really want to have an excuse to write as them right now.
The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gabriel Stokes, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Negan, Paul Rovia, Shane Walsh, Simon
Supernatural: Arthur Ketch, Azazel, Benny Laffitte, Chuck Shurley, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Lucifer, Metatron, Mick Davies
Game of Thrones: Alliser Thorne, Beric Dondarrion, Bronn, Daenerys Targaryen, Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Petyr Baelish, Robb Stark, Roose Bolton, Sansa Stark, Stannis Baratheon, Thoros, Tywin Lannister
Grand Theft Auto IV & V: Devin Weston, Dimitri Rascalov, Gerry McReary, Michael De Santa, Mikhail Faustin, Niko Bellic, Packie McReary, Ray Boccino, Steve Haines, Trevor Philips
Stranger Things: Billy Hargrove, Jim Hopper, Martin Brenner, Murray Bauman, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington
Tolkien Universe: Bard, Beleg, Bofur, Boromir, Celeborn, Curufin, Elrond, Feanor, Finrod, Thranduil, Turgon
The Clergy Universe (from Ghost): Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus III, Papa Emeritus IV
Law & Order (the original show only): Ben Stone, Cyrus Lupo, Jack McCoy, Mike Logan, Nolan Price
House MD: James Wilson, Lawrence Kutner, Remy Hadley, Robert Chase
Various Horror Movies: Amber Freeman, Ash Williams, Billy Loomis, Dan Cain, Dave Hanson, Dewey Riley, Freddy Krueger, Herbert West, Jill Roberts, Leslie Vernon, Mark Hoffman, Michael Myers, Mickey Altieri, Mike Tobacco, Otis Driftwood, Paxton Rodriguez, Randall Flagg, Richie Kirsch, William Schenk
Random Characters: Alan Grant, Albus Dumbledore (Fantastic Beasts era only), Alex Krycek, Barty Crouch Jr., Enjolras, Erik (a.k.a. the Phantom of the Opera), Gaston, Gilderoy Lockhart, Grantaire, Jim Moriarty (BBC Sherlock version), Jonathan Carnahan, Severus Snape
If you've made it this far, I like to write on Discord. I can also write through messages on here and might be willing to accommodate some other means.
If you're interested, please message me here or like this post and I'll message you first.
I like to at least begin plotting over on here or else my Discord gets too cluttered.
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#the walking dead rp#supernatural RP#game of thrones rp#grand theft auto rp#stranger things rp#Tolkien universe rp#the clergy rp#law and order rp#house md rp#horror movies rp
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Rewrite, Chapter 3 is now up!
Chapter 3 of my Metatron x OC fic, Rewrite, is now posted. Read it on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13174245/chapters/30443121
Excerpt:
On a bright day in mid-August, Kate stumbled into Metatron's room, already drunk at four in the afternoon. Metatron raised an eyebrow as Kate dodged the stacks of books clumsily, lacking the grace she'd acquired with experience navigating his labyrinth.
"Are you drunk?"
Kate nodded, collapsing into the unoccupied armchair with a lazy smile. "Yep."
Metatron's lips pulled up at one corner, a bemused half-smile. "May I ask why?"
Kate sighed, closing her eye contentedly. "Celebrating."
Metatron blinked. Kate opened her eyes and could see the cogs turning in his mind as he tried to come up with some reason why and coming up blank. "Celebrating what?"
"I'm 28," Kate informed him seriously.
Metatron stared at her. "So?"
Kate scoffed disbelievingly at him. "So, yesterday I was only 27."
"Oh, now I understand," Metatron said in a mocking tone that Kate knew, even in her drunken state, meant he did not understand.
She scoffed again. "You angels have no appreciation for birthdays. Probably 'cause you're too old…" Kate sat up a little, realizing something absurd. "Oh my God, you're older than birthdays." The notion that Metatron and the other angels were older than any human calendar, and therefore the concept of birthdays, was for some reason incredibly funny to her. After a good few minutes of laughter, Kate's chuckles trailed off and she sighed, looking morose.
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