Dec. 18th, 2010

[identity profile] theregothedrums.livejournal.com
Once more, the Lord and Master sent his words out from on high to his cowering subjects. Only for ‘on high’, read ‘the WART studio’, and for ‘cowering subjects’, read ‘the mostly oblivious denizens of Hogwarts’.


Radio. What a quaint idea; it seemed to be falling by the wayside as the twenty-first century wore on.

ExpandGather round, lesser beings, and let me whisper in your ear. )
[identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

((Application approved by the Winchesters and Bobby! *Waves paperwork stamped APPROVED*))


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"I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace--or freedom?"

It was a disheartening way to say good-bye.  But Castiel, his recent 'upgrade' nothwithstanding, was tired of shouldering the responsibility that should rightfully have been borne by the entire Host; and if he sat there in the Impala any longer, the temptation to stay, leave Heaven to sort itself out and try to help Dean put his life back together (and maybe, possibly, try to find one of his own?) would be impossible for even an angel to resist.

And he couldn't do that.  The war for Earth was over (at least for the moment,) but there was still a mess of Biblical proportions waiting to be cleaned up elsewhere, and as far as Cas knew, there was no one else left with the means or the will to tackle the job. Not who could be trusted, at least. The prospect made his head hurt, but if today's victory--and the terrible sacrifice with which it had been purchased--was to mean anything at all in the long term, he couldn't leave the job half-done.

He'd make it up to his friend later. He hoped.

By an effort of will, he was swept from the passenger's seat of the old car, soaring at the speed of thought on mostly-metaphorical wings toward the glimmering spires of the Silver City, and home.

...or not?

ExpandThis isn't Heaven. )

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I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus  faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. NOTL

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus  rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. NOTL

One day, marmalade will rule the world. NOTL

[identity profile] mnemosyneeater.livejournal.com
It...had been hell.

Kurama's detention had gone on and on and Apos...no longer felt like himself. All he could see when he closed his eyes was feather swords and  instructions on how to make shitty little crafty toys from toilet paper roles and pipecleaners.

Apos sat in the Great Hall, staring at his plate of eggs on toast with sausage on the side. He'd asked to have the sauce placed on the eggs in the fashion of smiling faces, because it was oh so pretty. But he couldn't bring himself to eat them, because whenever his fork hovered over that yolk, the face smiling at him seemed so very sad. If he ate it, he'd be killing that smiling face, right?

He pushed the plate away and settled for sipping at his pumpkin juice, looking dejected.

He was so hungry. His bones were more visible than ever, and his dress wasn't helping all that much. His hair, tied up in two pigtails, had grown long.

Apos wanted to cry.

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