Listen, GO3 was beautiful and I am extremely grateful that we got it, but the only, ONLY thing I'm not satisfied with is the ending. It was good, it just wasn't our ineffable husbands. I'd rather have it go something like this:
Crowley and Aziraphale are in the bookshop in the middle of nothingness. They rewrite the Book of Life their own way. Everything is the same except that Heaven and Hell don't exist. They continue living their infinite lives in the bookshop, going to dinner dates in the Ritz, and the nightingales sing in Berkeley square.
OR!
The meet-cute happens. Anthony signs Asa's book, and says "Knew I'd find you angel." and they have all their memories from the other universe and live happily ever after.
Finally working on my next Sheith article! Already two pages of typing alone and I’m only halfway done! I’ll be around for awhile, while I finish it off and pull together some more screenshots. In the meanwhile, I’m tossing out the Voltron Ask Meme by lotorlicious for anyone who’d like to ask something while I’m around. Or feel free to just say hi, or weep with me in my corner over here *sniffles*
Again, all credit for this ask meme goes to lotorlicious!
Voltron Ask Meme!
Voltron: Which Lion do you think you would pilot? Why?
Shiro: If you were given the chance to change the past, would you?
Keith: Do you consider yourself an aggressive or passive person?
Lance: Are you a flirtatious person? Lance level flirting?
Hunk: Do you know how to cook/bake?
Pidge: Who are the people you value the most?
Allura: What would be the first thing you do if you wake up after 10,000 years?
Coran: What was your worst “phase”?
Zarkon: Do you think revenge is wrong?
Haggar: Are you obsessed over something? Someone?
Lotor: What would you be exiled for?
Galra Empire: Who is your favorite Galra character?
Blade of Marmora: Who has the best character design?
Matt Holt: Are you more “nerdy” or “sporty”?
Balmerans: Are you good at reading other peoples emotions?
Olkari: Do you have a close connection with nature?
Kuron: Would you want a clone of yourself? Why?
Honerva: Do you have any pets?
Alfor: What is your best friend like?
Weblum: What is your favorite Voltron episode?
Slav: What are your ships? No discourse allowed.
Sven: Would you sacrifice your life for someone you barely know?
Space Mice: What are your favorite animals?
KALTENECKER: Who is your favorite Voltron character?
Paladin: When did you start watching Voltron?
Feel free to drop one or some of these in my ask box! Other questions are welcome too! No discourse allowed.
Vampires, Werewolves and Corn (Jason Newsted x reader)
You decide to go to a corn maze with your best friend Kirk. This would've been a normal Halloween evening with your best friend, if it wasn't the fact that the rest of your college friend group would be scare actors at the previously mentioned corn maze. A certain werewolf happened to catch your attention..
1060 words, english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes<3
warnings: language, reader gets a bit upset at the end but it's all good. No band, college au, werewolf Jason supremacy, Kirk is your bestie, and yeah that's about it:)
"Is this too much?" - you stepped out of the bathroom, twirling and your werewolf tail swishing around.
"Dude you look amazing!!" - Kirk hugged you tight.
"Come on, let's go already!!!!!!"
He dragged you out of your dorm, his cloak almost tripping you multiple times. He had decided to go as a vampire this Halloween after months of teasing that his teeth looked like fangs.
You arrived to the corn maze after a short walk. As you entered, the air carried a chill and silence that wasn't present just a moment ago, outside of it.
You shivered, immediately regretting not taking your jacket, afraid that it would ruin the outfit.
"See? I told you you'd be cold. But noooo, it would look stupid with that big jacket.." - Kirk said in a scolding, almost mocking tone. He always cared about you, being your friend since you were both eight.
You shoved him a bit, trying to shut him up. Occasionally bumping in to other people, you still hadn't found any of your friends.
All of a sudden, you heard a loud howl and lightning, even though it wasn't supposed to rain. Kirk had jumped into your arms, Shaggy and Scooby style. You turned around and saw a grizzly, curly haired person you quickly identified as Jason. He howled once more and started walking towards you. He stared at you with a blank expression, until you started quietly laughing. He giggled, the makeup creasing on his face, and his pointy canine teeth showing through his smile.
"Jason 'gigglefuck' Newsted, am I right?" - Kirk laughed, like he hadn't been shitting his pants a moment prior.
"Where did you learn to howl like that Jase, I thought we were gonna get mauled by a wolf?!" - you asked, still giggling.
"At a frat party like a week ago." -Jason replied. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
"Well, your costume's awesome by the way."
It was clear that he was also supposed to be a werewolf, albeit a much scarier, and harrier one. He had a big leather jacket and ripped up pants, with bits of fur sticking out of the holes. He was wearing furry gloves with claws, big fluffy ears and a tail, and extremely detailed makeup.
Much better than your 'half assed attempt', as you called it.
"Thanks. Appreciate it." - he smiled.
Jason heard rustling from a nearby path, howled again and gave you a wink before running off to scare other people.
You and Kirk gave eachother a look before continuing on your way.
...
"Oh great, another dead end!" - you grunted, sharply turning behind.
"Boo."
Both you and Kirk let out screams, then uncontrollable laughter. It had been James, dressed up as a very dapper zombie. His face had been painted a sickly shade, and his long hair slicked back into a bun, covered with a fedora.
He helped you get to a fork in the road, and disappeared of into the maze again.
A few turns after that you stumbled across a sleeping Lars, wearing a skeleton bodysuit and makeup.
"LARS!" - you and Kirk both yelled, waking the boy from his slumber.
"Jesus, people! I'm the one who's supposed to scare, not you!!!! Fuck!" - he exclaimed, not as amused as you and Kirk. He wandered off without saying a word, grumbling.
You had been walking in silence for a few minutes with Kirk, until he suddenly spoke up.
"You know it's really obvious that you have a thing for Jason right..?" - he said, looking at you intently.
"No I do not! He's just a nice friend, that's all." - you jumped up to defend yourself, very much lying.
"Riiight.."
You'd always found him cute, since you moved to the dorms a few months back for college. Always cracking jokes, bringing a smile to your face. Recently though, you noticed he had been more gentle and even awkward with you, very different from the Jason that you know.
While thinking about him, your cheeks had been turning an increasingly more crimson shade, and Kirk shaked you out of your thoughts.
"HA! I fucking knew it!!!!"
"Promise not to tell!!!!" -you held out your pinkie, something you had been doing since you first met Kirk. He hadn't broken a promise, and never would.
"Fine, jeez!" - he accepted your pinkie with his own, and continued.
"But it's not like I was the one who said it.." - he looked to the corner you'd been standing at, and a set of familiar eyes poked out.
Jason. Jason fucking Newsted.
"I'm gonna go find the exit I think we're close to it-" Kirk trailed off, giving you finger guns and walking away, leaving you and Jason alone.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Well this is fucking awkward.."
Both of you looked at eachother with varying degrees of embarrassment in your eyes. A soft laugh escaped from your mouths.
You had been shivering this entire time, and obviously Jason noticed, as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you, hugging you tight. His flannel carried a soft smell of caramel and unsurprisingly, corn.
The silence wasn't that creepy anymore, more comforting than anything.
"Who knew we'd be Mr. and Mrs. Werewolf huh." - he giggled, cupping your cheek with his gloved hand, the fur tickling at your skin.
That fucking giggle gave you butterflies every time you heard it. No matter how stupid that sounds, you thought, it was the best feeling ever.
He leaned in-
"JASON I LOST JAMES- oh hi." - it was Lars.
Embarrassed out of your mind, you ran through the corn maze, finding the exit and running past Kirk. You heard Jason calling your name, but you ignored him. Your eyes were watering, either from the sudden surprise or from the wind. You ran back to your dorm, thinking you had lost Jason, but he managed to get in.
"Hey, hey it's okay. It's alright." - Jason squeezed you into a hug, petting your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ears. You were starting to calm down, when you heard a bump at the door.
You ran to the door, shacking the handle to no avail, and looking through the peephole. Kirk was leaning against the door, Lars and James had just arrived, panting.
"You're not gettin' out of there until you sort things out!!!!" - Kirk yelled, the fisheye angle a bit uncomfortable.
It was gonna be a long evening...
Hope you enjoyed this!!
@dariasfaggotry @thatwriterjaxx finally after like a week I finished it!!! Werewolf Jason my beloved<3
none of the GIFs are mine, the dividers are made by @saradika-graphics <3
Inspired by this ancient photo, I got myself thinking. What if Ghost never became a world famous band? What if they continued playing in small, shitty clubs, and an opportunity came up to watch them, for free?
1290 words, english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes<3
warnings: none!
Getting out of the cab, your heart was racing. You would get to watch your favourite band of all time, Ghost, for free, with your best friend. "Wow, this looks pretty run-down?"
"Elaine, I don't know what you were expecting for a free show. -you sighed, showing the bouncer your ID.
Ghost had been a fairly well known band, playing in various clubs across the country.The inside of the club was dark and smokey, filled with stunning women dressed in fancy clothing. You and Elaine sat down on the counter and ordered your drinks.
As you picked up the glass, you heard a tap and a cough through the speakers.
"Good evening ladies! I hope you enjoy the show" said the frontman, with a certain charm in his voice. He was beautiful, donning the iconic skull paint and shiny jacket. He seemed a bit older than expected, wrinkles forming around his face, but had a youthful energy surrounding him.
The band started playing a tune you recognised in a heartbeat, Jigolo Har Megiddo. Immediately forgetting about your drink, you strided over to the dance floor, where countless other ladies danced along with you.
You couldn't help but notice the lead singer give you a glance or two, but you had brushed it off as him getting to know the audience.The song finished, and the frontman cleared his throat before starting to talk.
"We haven't performed here in Arcadia Bay since my uncle last performed in 2011! To those who may not recognise me, I am Papa Emeritus IV, but for some lucky lady in the crowd tonight I'm daddy!"
The crowd erupted with cheers and the band started playing their hit song, Kiss the Go-Goat. Swaying to the beat of the song, you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"Dude, the papa guy or whatever is eyeing you like CRAAZY. Just wanted to let you know." -said Elaine with a wink, retreating to the counter.
"You've been daddied, by all the dudes that weren't dad~"
You scoffed, thinking she was messing with you, but turning around, you saw Papa's mismatched eyes looking at you, almost looking through your soul. He winked, and turned to his ghouls, to let them have an instrumental break.
Song after song, you seemed to get more and more lost in the music. The vibrations of the drums, the melodic harmonies of the guitars made you feel intoxicated, even though you hadn't touched alcohol. Papa's voice was as smooth as honey, caressing your ears with a melody softer than silk.
Unknowingly, you had come to the edge of the makeshift stage, right before Papa. He had been singing Cirice, he knelt down and extended his hand. You took the leather clad hand, and he tightened his grip. Looking at his face, he smiled and sang.
"Can't you see that your lost without me?~"
Your heart raced, singing along with him, hand in hand.
"I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart, I can see through the scars inside you.~"
As he let go, he kissed the top of your palm, and the ghoul's solo started. He gave you a wink and retreated backstage.
"See? I told ya." -Elaine yelled through the music.
"He does that every show, come on!"
"I've seen the clips, he doesn't do everything else he's been doing tonight!!"
"Yes he does!"
"You're hopeless." -Elaine sighed, and went back to a group of girls that she had met.
You stayed in front of the stage, hoping for the 'cirice-ing' thing to be just a random choice made by Papa.
You were wrong.
"Well, well, how are you ladies feeling?" -said Papa. The crowd yelled and cheered, and Papa continued.
"This is the first time we're doing this, but the ghouls gave me an idea."
He crouched down and extended an arm to you. He had left the microphone on the stand, and talked to you directly.
"Would you care for a dance, miss?"
You were speechless, but you stepped up on the stairs, your heels clicking.
"Your name is?"
You told him your name, and he said it back in astonishment.
"A beautiful name. You should know this song, as you knew all the others before."
You giggled, and he giggled back before he signaled the ghouls to start the song.
Mary on a cross.
He held the microphone in one of his hands, his other wrapping around your waist, you held him around the neck.
Papa sang, twirling you around, but never taking his eyes off of you.
"You go down just like holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross. Not just another bloody Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a-"
Your head was in the clouds. Lights swirled around like shooting stars, guitars echoing through your ears.The song came to an end, and Papa smiled.
"Thank you, cara."
The ghouls gossiped with eachother, a chatter forming. He helped you down, and gestured a heart with his hands.
Sweet.
His cologne was sweet.
It still lingered in your nose-
"HELLOOOOO WHAT DID I TELL YOU???" -Elaine jumped all over you, ecstatic. You were still in shock, and you really needed a drink.
Ordering your favourite drink, you kept an eye on the band, Papa singing more of your favourite songs. Some other girls, both young and old came to ask you how you felt on the stage, and saying that you were lucky.
The set came to an end, and the crowd was preparing to leave. "Hey, we should leave, it's pretty late- where are you going?" -Elaine tugged on your clothes.
"Ah, I uh, need to go to the bathroom-" -you lied through your teeth as you headed backstage.
You found the band members putting away their instruments, and Papa had his back turned, taking off his jacket. You patted him on the shoulder.
"Uhm, excuse me?"- you mumbled.
Papa jumped and when he saw you, he let out a sigh of relief. He was now only in his black long sleeved shirt, a bit of his tummy poking through the bottom. His face paint had smeared, somehow making him scarier to an average viewer, but he seemed even friendlier as he shined a big smile.
"Yes, hello! I hope you uh had fun!" -he exclaimed, in an Italian accent he didn't have on stage. Papa was much more awkward than on stage, but it was kind of endearing in a way.
"Yes, absolutely! It was amazing! I just wanted to ask you something, but I see you're busy packing up-" -you explained, getting interrupted.
"Oh no, cara! It's quite alright, what do you uh want to know?" -he said, unconsciously holding both your palms in his.
"Well mostly, why me? Why did you call me up on stage? I've been to a lot of your shows, and you're right, you've never done that before!"
"That's all? I uh, I've seen you at my shows before and, I just thought you were quite eh, adorable? Dancing with everyone else, singing these songs without missing a beat. I hope I didn't weird you out, I tend to uh, have that effect on people?" -he said, visibly a bit embarrassed, his ears being the only sign of his blushing.
"Of course not! It was amazing, thank you again, Papa." -you exclaimed, feeling the heat rising up to your cheeks yourself.
"Call me Copia, please. I'd prefer if you'd use my real name, if you don't mind of course."
"Right! Well, goodnight Copia!" -you waved and smiled at him, turning around to get back to Elaine.
"Wait! I also have a question for you!"
You turned on your heel, Copia's voice echoing through the empty club.
"Would you eh, like to have dinner sometime?"
Hope you enjoyed this! This is my first time writing something like this, so very sorry if it's cringe.
The images, GIFs, and borders I used aren't mine!!! I don't claim them as my own!!!
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@dariasfaggotry hope you found the life is strange reference x
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☆ i listen to all kinds of music, but my absolute faves are Ghost BC, Metallica, Queen, Bastardane, and my most favourite song is Good old fashioned lover boy by Queen !!
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