http://www.mediafire.com/?5bx4cv8crkwifw
(And if someone has the inclination to draw me some gorgeous fanart, I'd love you forever!)
Out of order, probably, but here's a list of the songs involved in the making of this fanfic!
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, The Smiths
Dancing Queen, Abba
One of the Boys, Katy Perry
Ten Thousand Fists, Disturbed
Jolene, Dolly Parton
Sympathy For the Devil, The Rolling Stones
Time Is Running Out, Muse
Liar, Emilie Autumn
Confrontation, Otep
Angel, Judas Priest
Hard Headed Woman, Elvis Presley
A Boy Named Sue, Johnny Cash
Wolf, Angelspit
9 To 5, Dolly Parton
Love the Way You Lie Part II, Rihanna
Pour Some Sugar On Me, Def Leppard
Heaven Can Wait, Meatloaf
Paint It Black, Richard Speight
She Wolf, Shakira
Michael, Suzi Quatro
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:the ivory tower
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel:creative
- Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:Different Class- Ed Byrne
Author: anioleczka
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, Castiel wouldn’t have turned into a douchebag. Simple.
Pairings: Lucifer/Michael, Dean/Castiel, minor character/OC pairings
Summary: They weren’t supposed to have anything to do with this… Problem. They were just supposed to get their memories back, fall in love, and go live on a little ranch in Wyoming where they’d never be seen by anyone important again. But of course, when does the script ever come into play with anyone who knows the Winchesters? Now the entire crew’s got to fight- for themselves, their kin, their love… *Special Guest: Neil Gaimen’s Dream King*
( Part 3 )
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:my ivory tower
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel:creative
- Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:Different Class- Ed Byrne
Author: anioleczka
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, Castiel wouldn’t have turned into a douchebag. Simple.
Pairings: Lucifer/Michael, Dean/Castiel, minor character/OC pairings
Summary: They weren’t supposed to have anything to do with this… Problem. They were just supposed to get their memories back, fall in love, and go live on a little ranch in Wyoming where they’d never be seen by anyone important again. But of course, when does the script ever come into play with anyone who knows the Winchesters? Now the entire crew’s got to fight- for themselves, their kin, their love… *Special Guest: Neil Gaimen’s Dream King*
( Part 2 )
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:my ivory tower
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel:creative
- Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:Different Class- Ed Byrne
Author: anioleczka
Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, Castiel wouldn’t have turned into a douchebag. Simple.
Pairings: Lucifer/Michael, Dean/Castiel, minor character/OC pairings
Summary: They weren’t supposed to have anything to do with this… Problem. They were just supposed to get their memories back, fall in love, and go live on a little ranch in Wyoming where they’d never be seen by anyone important again. But of course, when does the script ever come into play with anyone who knows the Winchesters? Now the entire crew’s got to fight- for themselves, their kin, their love… *Special Guest: Neil Gaimen’s Dream King*
A/N: I didn’t get too far in the Sandman series, so I’m not sure if the bit about Morpheus being older than God is accurate. It probably isn’t, but, artistic license and all that. Also, Morpheus is one of the Dream King’s names, and since it’s so tedious to call him ‘The Dream King’ every time he speaks, I’m referring to him as a Matrix character. Shut up, I did research, too.
A/N2: The title is taken from the Emilie Autumn song ‘Liar’ and vaguely revamped. For fun I put the song in my fanmix.
A/N3: This started out as a purely Lucifer/Michael fluffle thing… Then, this happened… I’m not very sorry for it, either.
A/N4: Okay, so this was supposed to be for the Angelic Big Bang, but I missed a few due dates and I so I've decided to fuck it and post it. Enjoy.
( "It's dark. Everything Hurts. It's a feeling he's not used to." )
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:my ivory tower
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel:creative
- Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:Different Class- Ed Byrne
Author:
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anioleczkaDisclaimer: Don’t own.
Summary: Guess who comes back for Halloween?
A/N: So, I wrote this on Mischief Night before I went out to see Wednesday 13, but forgot to put it on the next day because I was busy pretending I have a social life and hanging out with my buddies. I ended up coming home early and passing out to make up for three days worth of wakefulness. Still, I hope you enjoy it, even if it is late.
( "It's one of those rare times where they aren't busy for Halloween." )
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:Jersey
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel:
exhausted - Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:Cops and Robbers- Hoosiers
Anyways...
I can't just make up a jacket design. It's got no point, no soul, if it doesn't have someone to wear it. So I made up Zagzagel, or, Zig-Zag, for short. She is the oldest of ten children by Maria and Michael Jones, who are both professors who specialize in angelology. She herself is named after one of the angels of vengeance, and boy, does she take that to heart.
"Three days after the world ended, Zig-Zag woke up with nothing but the corpses of her parents and the shredded remains of her siblings' leather biohazard suits. Swearing vengeance against Better Living Industries and the cursed Draculoids that kidnapped her brothers and sisters, she dons her coat of many colors, made from the scraps of cloth and leather left behind by Korse and his gang. She doesn't know why Korse left her alive, but by God, once she's done with him, he's going to wish he'd never been born."
That sounds rather Resident Evil-ish, doesn't it? Well, whatever. It sounds like a good summary for a book or something, if I ever got around to writing it.
So, without further ado, here is my final jacket design, front and back:
A few quick things:
1) The skull with the halo is her own personal symbol, and, if pressed, she'll wear a mask that matches, sort of like a Death Eater's mask.
2) 'Non Timebo Mala' is Latin for 'I will fear no evil'. Zig-Zag's favorite show is Supernatural. She took latin because of this quote. It's a constant reminder for her to keep calm and be strong, and let no fear touch her soul.
3) The wings were part of a Halloween costume her youngest sister, Anael (Annie) had been making as a surprise for her.
3) Though her family isn't particularly religious, ZZ thinks that the steel cross on the back of her neck might bring her good luck (at the very least, it'll save her from a well-placed shot by some Draculoid).
4) The stuff on her face? The cross is a tattoo, and the two lines were a parting gift from a Draculoid that managed to escape her. No worries, though. He didn't get very far.
5) Zig-Zag is a fan of the classics, and a devout worshipper in the Church of Judas Priest. Her theme song is 'Painkiller'.
6) She drives a beat to hell solid black '58 Chevy Impala. If you don't know what that looks like, think of the animated car in the opening of Grease or Google it, you moron.
Yes, I know. I have a lot of free time, and in reality, I should be getting ready for the Wednesday 13 concert I'm going out to see tonight. But this just seemed like a load of fun. I couldn't help it.
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:New Jersey, you fools!
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel:creative
- Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:Halo Goddess Bone- Danzig
Author:
anioleczkaDisclaimer: I don’t own.
Summary: Sam and girl!Lucifer are getting married- how sweet! Pure fluffiness and happy endings.
A/N: I was asked to write a follow-up/sequel type thing for 'Turpentine Kisses' (http://anioleczka.livejournal.com/4593.h
( "Sam's not even nervous." )
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:in the Tardis
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel:
content - Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:King For A Day- Green Day
Author:
anioleczkaDisclaimer: Don’t own.
Summary: He doesn't even know what she is, or what in his name she's doing to him. But that doesn't matter, he's sure of it. She doesn't matter.
Author’s Note: I will write Save Castiel fics until he gets better.
A/N2: I've been playing with the idea of Castiel getting a girlfriend in dozens of unfinished fics, and finally settled on her.
( "He is resting now, not because he has to, but because he likes to." )
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:the Impala
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel: complacent
- Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:Creedence Clearwater Revival- Get Down Woman
Title: Memories
Author:anioleczka Disclaimer: I don’t own shit.
Summary: Why is Bloom so scared of Diamond Dog?
A/N: I saw the movie a few years ago and watched it again recently, and the same thoughts nagged me- why was Bloom so scared? Why was Stephen so protective? Why the hell did DD grab Bloom’s thigh?
A/N2: Yeah, this is a bit late, butI haven't posted in a while, and I wanted to get back in the swing of things before school starts up again.
*vrach- The phonetic form of the Russian word for doctor, which is courtesy of google translator.
After seeing Diamond Dog again, Bloom hides.
He can’t help it. It’s a reflex, the same way scratching an itch is. He locks himself in the bathroom, sliding to the floor with his back against the door.
The barrier between him and the rest of the world still isn’t enough. He can still see it.
Its night and pitch black in the entire building. It’s officially an orphanage, but it’s built like a mansion, dilapidated and dead inside.
He wouldn’t be out of his room, but Stephen’s sick, and Bloom’s afraid he’ll get a fever if he keeps shivering like this.
Hopefully there’ll be extra blankets in the laundry room.
There’s a creak somewhere to his left, making Bloom jump and press himself against the wall. He almost hisses at the pain of his back- he’d taken his brother’s beating three days ago- but has enough self-control to stop himself.
He’s still noticed, of course. The Master notices everything.
“Bloom.” Bloom shrinks under the sound of his own name. “Bloom, come here.”
He does as he’s told, mechanically entering the room that the creak had come from.
Diamond Dog looks up at his charge, two mad, blue eyes, gazing in malicious amusement as Bloom trembles.
“What are you doing out of bed?” he asks, the sickly light of his lamp bathing hi in an orangey glow. It makes him even more frightening, the contrast of the shadows on his craggy face. “Speak up, now, Bloom.”
His voice is never raised, but there’s something terrifying about it, nonetheless.
“I- Stephen’s sick,” Bloom stammers out. “I- I was going to- going to get some more blankets for him. From the laundry room.”
Diamond Dog’s smile sets Bloom’s teeth on edge, and he hugs himself, shoulders slumping forward so he looks even smaller, even more pathetic.
“Well, such brotherly devotion should be admired,” Diamond Dog says, his voice like oil. “How old are you now, Bloom?”
“Ten,” Bloom tells him. “Eleven in a week.” He’s allowed some pride. Eleven’s his favorite number, and it also marks a whole year of living in one place without mucking it up too badly.
Diamond chuckles at Bloom’s pride. “And how old is your brother, twelve, thirteen?”
“He’s twelve.”
Diamond nods to himself and stands, his tattered cloak moving with him as he takes a step forward.
Bloom has the urge to back away, but he’s frozen, paralyzed.
“He takes good care of you, no?” Diamond remarks, coming closer. “You must wish you were able to repay him.”
“Of- of course, sir,” Bloom agrees, nodding quickly.
“I’ve known he’s been getting sick, of course,” Diamond murmurs, coming closer- too close, in Bloom’s opinion. “He’ll be dead before the week’s out.”
“What?” Bloom whispers. “N-no, he can’t-“
“Unless,” Diamond Dog interrupts, putting a hand on Bloom’s shoulder. It looks huge- Bloom’s thin, no matter how much extra food Stephen sneaks him. “Unless I take him to the vrach*, where they’ll give the care and medication he needs.” Bloom’s Master leans forward, so close so that Bloom gets goose bumps on the flesh of his neck and ear when he speaks.
“You’ll need to convince me that I should take him, Bloom.”
Then it’s just feelings. Cold air hitting bare flesh, pain, blood running down his legs and back as wounds reopen. A raw throat from muffled screams when he returns to Stephen’s room, blankets piled in his arms…
Diamond takes Stephen to the doctor the next morning in the shitty little car that Bloom hadn’t even been sure had moved in ten years. Stephen comes back feeling better, with medication and a second-hand jacket much warmer than his old one.
“Diamond Dog says I should thank you,” Stephen says. He always refused to call Diamond by his title. “He says you convinced him I should go to the doctor. He said I could’ve been a dead man.”
Bloom tries to give him a smile, tries to brush it off like it was nothing. He tries to do the sort of thing Stephen would do.
Stephen, luckily, doesn’t see. Instead he wraps his brother in a hug, smiling into his neck. “I love you, Bloom.”
Bloom looks up to see Diamond standing on the porch, a knowing grin on his weathered face. He doesn’t want to see that.
He closes his eyes and buries his face in his big brother’s shoulder. “No problem, Stephen.”
“Bloom!”
Bloom jerks out of the memory at the sound of his name. There’s pounding on the bathroom door, which he’s locked and barricaded with his own body for good measure.
“Bloom, open up!” It’s Stephen, coming to his rescue yet again. “For Christ’s sake, open the fucking door!”
Robotically, Bloom does as he’s told.
Stephen’s standing in the doorway, looking worse for wear, some of Diamond Dog’s blood staining the cuff of his shirt and his vest torn from when he was pulled from the fight.
He sighs, his eyes large and sad. He reaches up to wipe at his younger brother’s tear-stained face. Funny, Bloom hadn’t even realized he’d been crying.
“Oh, Bloom…”
Bloom looks down at his shoes. He hates that he’s so weak, so pathetic.
It just proves how much he hasn’t changed since he was little. It just proves how sad and miserable of a man he’s become.
Stephen hugs him, and it hurts, because any touch hurts right now.
But he doesn’t push his brother away. Instead, he clings to him tightly, his face buried in Stephen’s shirt.
“I’m so sorry, Bloom,” Stephen murmurs. “I didn’t think- I’m so sorry.”
“You can’t always be there,” Bloom whispers, repeating his earlier statement.
Stephen lifts his head to look at his brother. “Maybe I can’t,” he says, his eyes glittering. “But I’m sure as hell gonna try.”
And yeah, even though the promise is near impossible to keep, it makes Bloom feel better. It makes him feel better because Stephen knows, he knows and he’s going to try his hardest to make it right.
It’s all Bloom can ask of him.
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:home
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel:
annoyed - Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:kety perry- one of the boys
Title: In Which Castiel Is Flattered
Author: AdoreTheAngel
Disclaimer: I own nothing here.
Summary: Just a little drabble. The title says it all, I think.
A/N: I have a love of this band, and so I simply had to write about the boys finding them. I don’t mean any harm- I just thought it would be a funny idea. Castiel (the band)- if any of you are reading this, I seriously don’t mean anything by it. I just like you guys a whole lot, and I like Supernatural, and the way my brain works… *blushes* I just couldn’t help myself.
A/N2: As all my writing, it is unbeta'd.
( "'I bring pizza,' Dean says as he bursts through the door." )
A/N: If you wanna look up the band, here's the page!
http://www.myspace.com/castielband
- Where Have All the Bastards Gone?:the Impala
- Don't You Tell Me How I Feel: dirty
- Playing My Songs Is the Way I Cope With Life:Supernaturally- Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds
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