#lokistra

[staplerqueen]

I like to count the letters in words or phrases that catch my attention. Like a line in a movie or a slogan on a billboard. If the number is divisible by 5 or an even number it makes my irrationally happy. Just an odd quirk of mine

I have quirks like that too!

One of my clearest memories from when I was four is lying on my nap-mat at preschool and counting the letters in my first name, which was written in Sharpie on the mat.

[dandelionwhiskey]

I give you Crowley for the character thingamabob.

nnghnnghh. 

How I feel about this character: His tag is crowley my love for a reason. I think he's an excellent villain. A lot of this probably has to do with Mark Sheppard, but whenever he's on screen I'm enraptured. I love it when he's funny, and when he's despicable, and when he's frustrated and upset. I'm just glad he's allowed a full range of emotions and still, at the base of it, is self-interested and badAll the people I ship romantically with this character: Naomi and actually Kevin a little bit idk My non-romantic OTP for this character: Crowley, Cas and Dean solving crimes together aLWAYSMy unpopular opinion about this character: I think Crowley is a significantly better villain and layered character than Abbadon has been thus far.One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I hope they don't overuse him. I hope they don't make him too good. I hope he keeps wheelin' and dealin'. I hope he doesn't permanently die.

Send me a character and I'll answer these!

[nerdlingmitch]

Liar Liar, No Longer

Okay, lovelies, a little out of the usual range for me, but someone was upset because the boy they liked was actually leading them on! Rude! Anyway, they wanted a fic where Gabriel and Crowley cheer them up! So here's a fic for the lovely lokistra! (And yes, it is in second person. Fuck off.)

You couldn't believe it.

He'd lied.

He'd fucking lied.

You should have expected, you think. Should have seen it coming. In hindsight, all the signs were there. That little unsettling look in his eye that you'd blown off at the time, because he was perfect. Glancing around the room, you see it. Chalk. Nothing special, but that can be changed.

The laptop screen glows as night approaches. The moon is full tonight, something helpful to your goal. Then you see exactly what you need. Whatever herbs, candles, and what designs, all easily attainable and all easily substituted if need be.

The handles glow peacefully in your room, the old Norse runes on the floor. A moment you hesitate, before the words fall from your lips. Before the last phrase can pass your lips, and voice speaks from your bed.

"Are you sure about this?" The matchbook in your hands falls to the floor, extinguishing before they hit the dried herbs. The man's voice is a tenor, lighthearted, but hides a slight judgement to it. "Because if you wanted me to do something, this whole summoning ritual thing wasn't necessary."

"Don't let him discourage you, love," speaks another voice, the rough edge softened by the accent. "At least you know you did it correctly." You whip around, and freeze. Because this isn't what you planned. You only wanted- well, thought you wanted- one high powered being to solve your problem. Now there were two of them, and you knew this might have been a bad idea.

They were odd to compare. The man on her bed was smirking faintly, his light brown hair brushed back, and his pale amber eyes glowed in the faint light. The other was in a suit, his hair thinning, but he seemed, if anything, more refined.

You can't bring yourself to speak, if only because you aren't sure what to say. The man on the bed laughs quietly, and turns to the other. "I love when the kids do this sometimes. They have no idea what they're in for. What brings you here anyway, Crowley?"

"Valentine's Day. Everyone wants a deal." Crowley chuckles softly after a moment, and walks up to you. "What would you give for a little bit of revenge, darling?"

"Um..." is the first thing that escapes your lips, and the blond laughs.

"I think we should be little slower about this. It's her first time." You blush immediately, and stumble back to lean against your bedroom door. The Trickster laughs lightly, and shakes his head. "Kids these days have no idea who they're messing with anymore. Thinkin' were jokes or only legends."

He stands. "I am Loki, and I just wanted to give you a warning. The moment you say the last part, you'll have to have an offering. Or else you won't get anything from me." Crowley shakes his head, wandering away from the desk he'd arrived near. The Trickster kept talking. "I take payments in Snickers, Twix, or heart shaped suckers."

His amber eyes landed on Crowley. "Also, I wouldn't trust the bottom feeder. Deals don't usually go over well for the one to make the deal."

"Why don't you let her decided for herself, mate?" question Crowley rhetorically as he rolled his head a little to the side. "I can take care of any problem you may have with boys and men for a span of time, and all it would take was a little kiss... and of course, your soul."

You swallow hard, eyes widening. The deal is for some reason appealing. You blame the accent.

Loki shakes his head, giving Crowley a disapproving look. You walk slowly to your desk, slamming the laptop closed along the way. You feel the laptop pull away from your finger tips and turn sharply. Loki has it in his hands, going through the website you were on. "Nice. Also..." he trails off, clicking a different button. "Very interesting browser history."

You don't even react, pulling open one of the drawers. You planned on giving the chocolate to your friends who were going to spend Valentine's Day "alone," but it seems so much more useful. The Trickster perks up at the sight of it and laughs. "That's more like it!" he exclaims eagerly, jumping up and gently tossing the laptop onto your pillows.

"You have given a substantial offer," he announces, opening the box. As you watch, he takes one of the pieces, and takes a bite before making a face. He offers it to you, and settles back on the bed.

You open your mouth to finish the spell, but Loki snaps his fingers. He looks amused, eating your chocolate, and Crowley shakes his head, sighing. You definitely are now out of your depth. A few more pieces of chocolate are selected before Loki looks up again.

"Kid, he wasn't just leading you on, there were a few others. You were just a bit more... creative." You nod. He stands, and looks down at you with amusement in his eyes. He presses the rest of the box into your hands, and looks down at you for a moment before smoothing down your hair. "You'll get someone better... Eventually."

Then he was gone. You look around to Crowley, but the demon had left as well. In his place was a black rose with a business card attached to it, the number having an unusually large amount of sixes in it. You open your computer and find yourself staring into your now-ex-boyfriend's room. And then you find yourself choking back laughter.

It was everything you'd ever imagined.

[dandelionwhiskey]

♪

omg

Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time

so romantic

SEND ME A “♪” AND I’LL SHUFFLE MY IPOD AND TELL YOU OUR SONG.

[touchesbutts]

Guess the Character! 1. Cute 2. Bad ass as hell 3. Daddy Issues 4. Sometimes plays the damsel role 5. Currently deader than dead

Alright alright, I thought hard about this and only had one outcome. Even though I can't stand her I'm going to go with Bela Talbot from Supernatural. Eeeeeeeeep.

Send me 5 things about a character for me to guess

[darrenpillowscriss]

The Glee episode Jenna missed was the Spanish Teacher...I think. The one with Ricky Martin

Oh really??? Thanks

[disneyladiesfromlastnight]

Just throwing it out there, but Esmeralda would be suitable for boob posts. I was always mega jealous of her rack. That is all.

good point! also I am jealous of her hair. she knows how to rock that volume, and I need serious pointers :/~R. 

[dandelionwhiskey]

Sam/Gabriel, NC-17

Sam isn't sure how he got here. The scratchy motel sheets pull at his back, clinging to the sweat sticking to his skin. He can feel hands heavy on his chest, fingertips dragging down to his ribs, leaving hot trails of something something seeping underneath his skin. His eyes shoot open and find a grin, a raised eyebrow, and the promise of more that makes Sam huff out a breath.

“Grace,” is whispered against his mouth, and Sam's arms encircle the man in his lap as he chases the word back with his tongue. Gabriel pulls away after a long moment, rolling his hips forward hard. “It's a beautiful thing.”

Sam watches him warily, preparing himself for the inevitable onslaught of unfamiliar sensation. Instead, Gabriel tightens around him and moves, rising and falling at the speed of Sam's panting breaths, pushing the errant hair away from his forehead. Sam groans, his hands sliding up Gabriel's hips and stomach and chest and back down to pull him down hard.

“Mm, not so fast, Sammy,” Gabriel says, and that something- Grace, Sam's mind supplies- starts glowing under his skin. He looks ethereal; which, Sam surmises, makes sense. And then Sam's mind shuts off promptly as each part of his body in contact with Gabriel's starts thrumming, vibrating, accepting the warm glow into him. He yanks Gabriel down so their chests are flush and writhes against the sensation, punching his hips up to get his cock further into Gabriel's body.

“Holy sh-”

“Shhh,” Gabriel hushes, continuing to fuck himself down on Sam. He presses his mouth to the base of Sam's throat, dipping his tongue into the hollow and letting the Grace flow out of him. Sam chokes in breath, his whole body starting to shake against the feeling. Gabriel's fingers make Sam jolt and squirm every time they touch him.

The feeling he's chasing is that contentment, the manifested happiness, pure goodness. Sam has so little of it that each taste of it is ecstasy, addictive, and wonderful. Sam hauls Gabriel up to kiss him and is rewarded with that sharp taste of Grace in his mouth, swallowing it down his throat to rest inside of him. He moans, arms encircling Gabriel as he flips them over, pushing one leg up to Gabriel's chest and thrusting hard and fast into him.

Gabriel is grinning, his cock hard and flush against his stomach, peppering those little shocks of Grace everywhere he can touch on Sam's skin. His small vessel surged with power, washing it over Sam in thick, heavy waves. He hooks his other leg around Sam's hip, dragging the hunter closer to him. Through the haze of sensation, Sam's orgasm stirs in his gut, which Gabriel seems to pick up on as well.

He starts pushing himself back against Sam's thrusts, a very attractive flush beginning to creep down his neck. Sam briefly wonders if that's something Gabriel did on purpose. He leans down to kiss it, sliding his tongue along the flesh, and Gabriel chuckles under his breath.

“Hold on tight,” he breathes, and Sam slows down, anchoring himself by gripping Gabriel's shoulders. He feels a light prodding in his mind, and, drunk on Grace and sex he opens up to it. Gabriel slams the doors open, making Sam cry out as he's flooded with an intense pleasure. Sam shakes as Gabriel runs his hands down his back and Sam can feel his own skin under Gabriel's fingertips but also the feeling of hands pressing into him, and he crowds himself closer.

He can feel what Gabriel is feeling, prickling hot along every nerve in his body. He fucks and is fucked, sucks on Gabriel's neck and can feel the suction on his throat; he clenches his eyes shut at the loop of arousal drowning his senses. He circles his fingers around Gabriel's erection and jacks him in earnest, feeling it all fed back to him. All he knows is the good the exaltation the pleasure and he moves against Gabriel in earnest, drinking it all in greedily.

Sam belatedly realizes he's moaning, grinding into Gabriel's body and letting it burn it in every cell of his body. Fire licks at his stomach and even Gabriel is panting, hands gripping Sam's forearms tightly. Sam's body seizes up tight, his muscles drawn taut as he comes hard, ducking his face into Gabriel's shoulder. He doesn't bother muffling the sounds he knows he's making, jerking forward when he feels the wetness of Gabriel's come spilling out into his palm.

Little shocks still spark down his spine, and Sam sighs heavily as Gabriel carefully shuts the door between their minds. He falls back, trying to catch his breath, a shiver wracking him. Gabriel stretches out, putting his arms back behind his bed, looking sated.

“Spectacular show, Sammy,” he says, and Sam blinks rapidly, his brain still a puddle sloshing around in his skull.

“That was, uh, something else,” he manages, a small smile creeping onto his lips. Gabriel laughs.

“That was nothing, buddy,” Gabriel says pointedly. Sam's licks his lips as he moves back over to Gabriel's warm body, dipping his head down to mouth at his ear.

Gabriel tilts his head to give Sam more room, stroking a hand down his naked back. Sam presses light kisses along Gabriel's neck, to his jaw, to his lips, and pushes in harder. “How about you show me everything.”