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Demons are Smarter Than YouThe mist obediently hovers within the binding circle, coming once more and tamely to my call. How raucous it was when first I summoned it! How loudly it roared its name to the ceiling—how silent were the heavens that night. But now it is silent when it arrives, as silent as the heavens when I call, for I have bade it so. With it comes the sulfurous reek of its home and its own pets—a pair of tiny bat-winged imps no larger than my hand—and a deepening of the shadows in my basement conjury.
The fool has cast his spells of summoning again, and never were more clichéd words uttered than in this room. He thinks I am silent because he ordered me to be; I am silent because I know that were I to speak, I would reveal the true depth of his idiocy. And that simply would not do. Not now that I've invested so much time into making this little room homely. My "little" pets—if the stupid scholar knew their true shapes, he would die of fright—are
Gabriel X Reader: Angels are Better Than Hunters Okay, so just a quick note. This story technically takes place in the middle of season 9. I have only seen one episode of season 9, "Meta-fiction", so that's where this idea came from. I'm still on season 2, so PLEASE NO SPOILERS! And please no hate on this; this is just my idea of what could have happened in season 9. It's not technically "canon" (I'm guessing that's the right word), this is just my mind doing stuff. Anyway, other than that, Gabriel's... "habits and interests".... if you get what I'm saying.... are mentioned in this story. So if you don't like it, don't read. Please enjoy and Happy Valentine's Day!
“Word of advice, don’t go near (y/n), she is not in a good mood,” Dean informed everyone in the bunker’s library.
“What did you do now, Dean-o?” Gabriel asked, not looking up from the spell book he was reading.
It had been a month since Gabriel appeared outside the bunker door, asking Dean, Sam, Castiel, and (y/n) for a place to
Fun with characters--A Writing MemeThis meme is recommended for those writers or visual artists who have numerous Ocs (Original Characters) and love to mess around with them.
1. They must be your own OCs—no stealing from books, TV, movies or video games
2. You must credit me or link to the original meme. Feel free to send me a link if you want to share!
3. Don't be afraid to use OCs from different genres (i.e., A medieval fantasy character could be paired up with a Sci Fi or Fiction character) This takes place in an unnamed void where no one will criticize you for genre-crossing
4. If you make any changes to the meme, such as add or take away questions or character traits, please LET ME KNOW
5. Stay true to your characters (& try to focus on them rather than the setting)
Chose your Participants (willing or unwilling):
1. The Thoughtful one:
2. The Grump:
3. The Ambitious one:
4. The Happy-go-lucky:
5. The Eccentric:
6. The Dignified one:
7. The Raunchy/Disgusting one:
8. The Liar:
Nerf Guns(Switzerland x Tomboy!Reader)Vash walked out onto his front porch, sitting down to enjoy the sunset when he heard the wheels of a skateboard.'Oh great what is it?' He thought as he stood up to see who was doing what.
He saw a figure, wearing baggy cloths, black high-tops, and a baseball cap, that figure was holding a nerf gun.'Oh great, another idiot moved in next door' He though as the figure skated closer. Vash heard another voice, an annoying one for that matter, it was a girl, a mean one for that matter, her name was (Insert mean girl's name).
The figure skated past his house and in-front of (IMGN)'s house." Ewww, why are you here?" She asked.
The figure smirked and went past her, shooting her right in between the eyes with a nerfdart, covered in mayo."For that!" The figure said in a .....Girlish...? Voice.
"Ewww! Like what is this?"
"Ewww(Y/N) Thats sooooo gross!"
(Y/N) skated away giving a smirk to Vash as she left. Vash had a rather shocked expression on his face. 'Who was that girl?'
Icarus and His SunWhere the flaming tongues of her hair caressed his skin, his flesh became liquid, dripping and sliding from his bones. Malleable. Pliable. Haunted with whimsy, vibrating with a delightful ecstasy that made his lungs as barren and as hungry as a desert. Had there been a time when they- when he- was solid? He almost couldn't recall. Her very presence muddied his mind, pulling him deep into an abyss of pure light.
Where she was warm.
Where she was serene.
Where she was nothing but elation and acceptance.
But for all its glory, it was the one place...
...where he wasn't safe.
He knew he wasn't safe.
And deep inside, he suspected she did, too.
But there was nothing he would rather have than this.
Holding the curves of her face in his hands. Resting her head in his lap. Playing and tempting her lips, softly first, and then passionately, until she burned so bright he could hardly see or think. He could only feel, and try to preserve and tuck the precious sensation
The Dragon and the Dying StarsOnce upon a time, in a world far distant, the night sky grew dark. Slowly, at first, the stars grew dim. The king’s philosophers at first thought that this was nothing more than the action of passing aeons, and that more would burn anew. But ere long their numbers dwindled, and the naked eye saw plainly what no telescope could: the stars were consumed.
Troubled, the king sent out his greatest knight upon a steed of chrome. Agravane was that knight’s name, and in his hand he bore a sword born of a dying star. Never would that blade break, and never would its edge grow dull. For many weeks Agravane rode through the void, and for as many weeks the king watched through the seeing-stone that stood before his throne.
At last, Agravane found his foe, and the king at last saw who it was who plucked the stars from the aether like grapes from the vine.
It was a dragon, vast as his kingdom and black as the void.
2P!America x Reader: Why You PT.2
Hey guys! Yup the next part is up. sorry its not as awesome ;A; but Al is being more of a sadist around you now xD//shot//
hope you like it...
While Al wasn't in the room, you decided to make the best of being alone and think of a way to get out. Playing around and brushing your beautiful ((hair length)) ((hair color)) hair you started thinking. 'Al isn't an idiot, I can't play around him that easy, I'm also not one for good manipulation' you start to recite in your head, 'but I'm not an idiot either maybe if I start b*tching he'd grow tired of me and throw me out or just smash my head into a bazillion pieces with his bat. Option 2 is more likely'. Was there any way around this guy!? Calling anyone from your phone which was thrown a bit ago wasn't an option, you tried, but it was broken. You hear the door knob turn and you quickly straightened up.
Al, of course, came in; tossing his bat on the floor, it dripping some liquid which you obviously could tell was blood. He walke
001. beginnings.Beginnings are vague things. Quite often you can't pin them down to one event you have to trawl back further and further through foggy past, peeling apart what ifs and untangling strands of memories.
Eventually one has to go all the way back to the start of the universe, and that's a question even the experts have to shrug their shoulders at. It's not like you can plug it into a calculator and come out with a balanced algorithm. At least, not yet.
But it is true that sometimes you can fasten down an occurrence or a moment or even just a single breath, like sticking a thumbtack through a dead butterfly, and label it as a 'beginning' in your mind. Identifying that one moment makes us feel secure, like maybe it was destined to happen instead of just being a random sequence of events that fed off each other and tripped over each other and eventually fell like dominoes to the unlikely conclusion.
Cvusscha Mistbane has pinned down a moment. Of course she knows that there are plenty of
9th Doctor X Reader: Chapstick(y/n) ran back into the TARDIS, her recently bought purchase in her pocket. Seeing that the Doctor wasn’t around, she decided to pull it out and use it. She stealthily snuck the tube of chapstick out of her pocket.
However, this wasn’t any normal tube of chapstick. It was banana flavored. (y/n) had had a crush on the Doctor ever since she started travelling with him. She was drawn to the aura that her leather jacket-wearing Time Lord gave off. When she found out that he loved bananas, she knew she had to do something.
(y/n) spread the chapstick all over her lips, breathing in the intoxicating scent, and slipped the tube back into her pocket-just in time, as the Doctor came out from another room.
“Done with shopping? That was quick,” he commented.
“I didn’t get very much.”
“Where is it then?”
“I already put it in my room,” (y/n) quickly lied.
The Doctor shrugged it off and examined the console. Suddenly, you can hear him