1. Put your iTunes on shuffle and take the first 25 songs it gives you.
2. Link to the lyrics
3. Let your friends assign you a song to write a drabble to.

1. Vampires Will Never Hurt You – My Chemical Romance
2. Stigmatized – The Calling
3. Like Spinning Plates – Radiohead
4. Your Star – Evanescence
5. Butterflies and Hurricanes – Muse
6. When God Can’t Wait – Skid Row
7. Caledonia – Amy MacDonald
8. Pop-Punk is Sooooo ’05 – Cobra Starship
9. Everybody’s Changing – Keane
10. Heat Of The Night – Bryan Adams
11. Personality Crisis – Teenage Fanclub
12. Not Alone – McFly
13. Was It A Dream? – 30 Seconds to Mars
14. Beat It – Michael Jackson
15. Alone – Art of Dying
16. The Trick To Life – The Hoosiers
17. Little House – The Fray
18. Rebel Yell – Billy Idol
19. Hunting For Witches – Bloc Party
20. Meltdown – Ash
21. Billy Brown – Mika
22. Here Come The Romans – Cherry Ghost
23. Futurism – Muse
24. Under The Rose – HIM
25. The Bitterest Pill (I Ever Had To Swallow) – The Jam

<b>Song:</b> <b>Any particular verse?:</b> <b>Do you specifically want me to try and fit your muse into the prompt?:</b> <b>Is there another muse/character mine interacts with that you'd like to see in the prompt?:</b> <b>Are you going to do this for your journal?</b>

Hey guys,

As you've probably noticed, I've been somewhat absent of late. This is because, up until very recently, RL got hectic to a point where RP had to take a back seat. Now that University is done with, I feel able to return to RP, but I have so many loose ends etc. that I feel swamped knowing where to begin, and therefore I keep putting everything off.

So this is what I'm going to do. I'm deleted all open threads/drabble requests from my inbox. I'm sorry - if there was a thread/request you were absolutely desperate to see finished, contact me and I'll try and pick it up again. I just feel very disjointed and awkward with how many threads etc. have come to a halt mid-scenario.

Basically, I'm starting from scratch. If you want to continue any verses you may have with my character, message me or leave a comment, and we'll get to plotting and carrying on :) If you don't let me know, I'll assume the verse is dead. I need this fresh start to get my head around everything, and I hope you all understand this :)

You can contact me by replying to this, or on AIM at ShinyPilot.

Thank you for understanding!

Considering this journal's friends list has practically doubled over the last few weeks, thanks to Irony verse, and with the Irony community now officially open, I felt I should mention a couple of things before I accidentally offend anybody.

1. I am British. I know that the majority of players in Irony!verse are from US timezones. This means that I am at least 5 hours ahead of you. So, when it gets to the evening for you, I'm most likely fast asleep. Therefore, if it takes me a long time to reply to threads, it's not because I'm slow or not interested. It's because of the timezone.

2. On a related note, I am a final year undergrad student who is rapidly approaching finals. This means I am treating studying like a full-time job right now, and am really only going to be available for RP evenings and weekends. I am sorry, I know this gives you a very narrow time band to catch me. But... RL has to come first. University is over, forever, come June 1st. That's only a little over a month away.

So, in summary. I'm not around all that much, through no fault of my own. It will get better, come Summer. I thank you in advance for your patience, and please don't think I'm ignoring you. However, if you really think I am ignoring a thread, it's more that likely I've accidentally deleted the notification. PM or IM me and I will apologise profusely and get on it asap :P

Your Lust Quotient: 62%

You are a very lustful person - and it sometimes gets the better of you! You know how to hold back, but you hardly ever do.

...huh

28.09: “Sacred cows make the tastiest hamburgers” - Abbie Hoffman

[ooc: Castiel is notahammer, Dean is the_impala_kid. Castiel is property of the mun, Dean is lovingly borrowed and hopefully likes his new toy.]

The rush that comes with watching the good fall never gets old, not for Sam Winchester, crowned King of all Hell. Every God-faring man who looks up at him with eyes as black as the pits he commands sends a thrill through his body, every good Catholic girl who screams out blasphemies as he takes them hard against the back of his throne sets his heart soaring. Because he is corruption embodied, and doing this makes him dizzy with power. Makes him the closest thing to God that could possibly exist in this Godless dimension.

But humans are small fare. No human can be completely Good, doused as they are in Sin from the moment of their birth. No, the greatest satisfaction comes with the greatest fall, and so imagine his satisfaction when a blessed angel is dragged to his feet. And not just any angel. No, he could not imagine any greater gift that this poor soul laid out before him now.

Castiel. Here to rescue his brother from the pit, guide him in God’s work. But he did not realise how far Dean Winchester had fallen, did not realise he was far beyond saving, and now the guardian angel’s vessel was dressed in little more than rags. His whole body was scratched, bleeding and broken, and Sam supposed he had to hand it to him; it looked like he had put up a good fight. But this warrior would not escape from Hell. No matter how many of his brethren were sent after him. Sam would break them all, one by one.

Standing, to emphasise his height over the collapsed angel of the Lord, he stalked around the broken body. A cruel chuckle escaped from his lips as the creature below him stirred, tried to push himself up with limbs that refused to cooperate.

“It’s interesting, pain, isn’t it?” Sam questioned idly, as if he was offering the man an observation on the weather. “I suppose you’re not used to it. But we can hurt you here. The playing field isn’t level, like it might be...” He cast his eyes upwards, “Topside. Here we can break you into little pieces, glue you back together, and start all over again. In fact, I can think of someone who would love nothing more than to do just that to you.”

“Please...”

Oh, so the angel was begging? He had fallen further than even Sam had realised, then. An angel, begging mercy from Satan? There went his place behind Heaven’s gates, right there.

“All in good time,” Sam laughed louder, crouching down to lift Castiel to his feet. The angel couldn’t stand alone, had no choice but to slump into Sam’s arms, was unable to do more than wince as he found himself being kissed viciously by his new Lord and Master.

“You are not meant for me,” Sam commented, holding Castiel in a sick imitation of a lover’s embrace. “No, there is no choice for your keeper other than my brother.” Heaving the weight of the broken vessel with him, Sam crossed back to his throne, settling the angel in his lap before continuing. “You hate me now. You wonder where you went so wrong. How your mission could have failed, so completely. But trust me, this is only the beginning. Dean will teach you the true path, don’t you worry about that.”

A click of his fingers was all that was required to summon his brother. Still grinning his evil grin, Sam tightened his fingers in Castiel’s hair, forcing him to look in Dean’s direction. “This is the man you were sent to save. But there’s been a change in plans. This man...” he grinned at his brother, “Is going to save you.”

A final biting kiss to the angel’s bleeding lips, and then Sam handed him off to his brother. “Enjoy him, Brother. Break him. Do as you please. But make him one of us.”

Sam's profile page is now fully up-to-date with his current verses. So, for those of you asking for a summary of his role in Irony!verse, it's now up there :) Feel free to edit it however you see fit for your own nefarious purposes :P

Oh, c'mon. Demons have far more sense than that. Trust me, I've been possessed before. An escalator's not gonna stop them.