Deathofanangel91

WARNING: Self-insert/rant/love-hate relationship details? I just want to make sure you're warned enough before continuing It's not quite something, but someone. He's a narcissistic asshole who only loves one thing more than his pet and a brand of Scotch named 'Craig': himself. He's a demon of the worst kind; arrogant, powerful, overly smug, thinks he's smarter than everyone and tries time and time again to find the worst ways to not only humiliate or injure you, but also to pour buckets of salt on top of the wounds. Yeah, he really likes adding insult to injury. His name is Crowley and if I ever stop loving him, I will punch him in the face&

WARNING: Self-insert At the end of the rainbow there stands a pot of gold, just waiting to be taken to my home. I approach it quite gingerly in case the leprechaun who owns it is nearby. Just before my fingers touch the shining golden pieces a small man--in a top ha--jumps out from behind the pot. He wears an evil grin and has a long, shaggy mane colored like fire and his hat only allows the tips of his red hair to show. "Trying to steal my gold, eh?" He spat on the ground before me. "First, you must answer my questions correctly, only then may you take a share of my gold!" I gave it some thought and figured that some gold is better than n

WARNING: Self-insert. The man knocks loudly--three times to be exact. Mistrusting as I am and seeing how I live alone, I never opened the door to a strange man. I went to my bedroom window on the second floor and looked down at the noble man, calling down to him and asking him to identify himself. "It is I, the king of the seven lands, master of the seas and the bearer of all the riches in the world. All but one; I lack the wealth of a loving and beautiful daughter in law. I asked my son to marry, but he will only have the most modest, beautiful and smart woman; he will settle for nothing less. Will you marry my son, fair lady, daughter of

WARNING: Self-insert Curious about finding out who inhabits the blue house, after many nights and days of passing it by and yet never seeing any life inside, I decided to ring the bell. It's a Sunday afternoon, someone 'should' be home at this time of the week. A little anxious I nervously press the buzzer. Their bell is an annoying song, a catchy tune, but highly irritating. To make things worse the person living here seems to be singing to it, quite merrily... Creepily merrily... It's at this point where I begin to wonder if it was a good idea to bother some stranger only to see who he was. What if he's some overly cheery axe murderer? Or

WARNING: Self-insert I open the bottle and toss the cork over my shoulder before removing the message, stained yellow from old age and read it out loud. It says: To whomever it may concern, I am stuck at the bottom of the deepest part of the ocean. It's best not ask yourself -or the bottle and the note if you one of 'those' kind of people- how a person, stuck in an underwater ravine managed to get their hands on writing paper, ink and a bottle without it all getting wet. Trust me on this, even I'm not sure how I managed to write this. Back to the point: I am stuck and I need help. Please send help. Thank you. Sincerely, Crowley.

"I know every truth that I need to." "Is that so? Tell me then, Blacky... what do you believe to be true?" Loki smiled at me, almost as if he knew what I was about to say. "For one that you're one crazy son of a bitch and that yes, my superiors lie to me, but at least they only want what's best." "You truly believe that? You know they lie and yet you trust them?" "I trust them to lie to me... I can't rely on anything except knowing that whatever they tell me, they will always withhold something." "Then you are a fool." I let out a soft laugh, casting my eyes to the ground between us, before looking at him again. "At least I'm not the fo

WARNING: Self-insert/Alien Language("Gibberish") For me the war against the Chitauri--against Loki--started later than it did for others. Director Fury was there from the start, he witnessed the god's coming, heard his speech about his plans for earth and nearly died during that encounter. I was safely stashed away on a boat in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean when it all happened, though it didn't stay away for long. Things were relatively calm until they found Loki and brought him aboard the ship. I was suspicious from the start, from the moment that he publicly showed himself in Stuttgart, Germany, probably knowing that we would find him.