#State of Nephilim

[avareiahgt]

My littles!! I've been trying to scratch some seconds per day to write a bit. I got this but zero time to edit it so I hope it won't be so bad.

I'll be back soon!

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DAY 6: GRIT

-A little help here would be appreciated- Yaiza's voice filled my ears snapping me out from my reading.

-I guess your parents punished you all alone because you deserved it. You're lucky they've let me be your companion while they're out- I said. She'd pulled a prank to an older guy in school that had been chasing one of her friends to be her girlfriend even when the girl had already declined twice. Guy's head and half body would be wearing blue paint for some days since it wasn't the kind that could be washed off easily.

Of course, principal Ivy caught her and gave her parents a call. So here we were, her parents took her to the old plot of land they owned near the limits of Older's side of the city and ordered her to clean all the mess nature had made for some months unattended.

To be honest, it was barbaric work to be done for just one teenager, but she endured it. She had been working for some hours and just cleaned an eighth part of the dust, branches, rocks and wild herbs.

-You know, you would spend like ten minutes doing it with me- she tried.

-Correction, doing it for you- i said while going back to my half read book. I could spend a few more hours reading out on nature. Also, seeing her hardworking was a little reward for all the trouble that she always put on me covering her mistakes, forgetfulness and failed pranks...

-We will make a deal, Connor- she started. That was dangerous, she always knew how to attach my attention.

-Please, don't - I already knew I was going to say 'yes'.

-You grow Newman height, clean this mess with two sweeps of those big hands and I spend my weekly pay on buying you all the books you want.

While my brain was jumping of joy, my face was fighting trying not to show her I already fell on her trap.

-I guess I could stretch myself a bit...

I sat up from the wooden bench and stepped closer to her. I waved my hand at her and she looked at me with confusion.

-Please, step back, I don't wanna overwhelm you- she nodded, smiling- . And, please, stop staring at me like that. I feel awfully weird.

-Sorry, it's just so unrealistic.

I got it, still I felt embarrassed when someone stared at me without a wink. Far worse when they became so tiny in front of my eyes. Well, not that they shrunk or something, more like the opposite. But that was my sensation.

Her eyes played the trick of looking to the grounds, darting between me and the sky for some seconds.

I steaded my breath and waste just one second on chaging sizes. It was almost instantly. It always was. When I looked down again, my hips surpassed the trees, the enormous parcel now half occupied by feet felt so ridiculously small.

And there my sight caught a glimpse of Yaiza's form, so far away from me, so tiny and fragile and weak. And yet, so important and strong and present.

My fears started to get the best of my calm behaviour when I started to feel too much big and clumsy.

I couldn't sit down without crushing all the natural remains that had to be cleaned out from the property, so I lowered my self on a knee looking directly to her.

She opened her mouth but no sound came out.

I was aware that would happen. So i decided to speak first.

-Let's do it fast, where do you want the wood and rocks?- I slowly gestured to the amount of fall trees and wooden rests.

-Ugh... - her voice was... so soft, not the usual loud anymore- I guess you could just break it into smaller pieces and put them out of the field?

-Please stay away, I could hurt you if some piece slips and falls...- working around people the size of your index finger was always so stressful.

-Don't worry about me, brainy, I'll stay fine by myself- she said, but backpedaled anyways.

Without taking an eye from her, I hold a bunch of wastes with a hand and carefully strengthen my grip on it. Crunchy sounds gave me a shiver before I threw it to the forest on my side, hoping no one was near to hear the sound of that falling.

Yaiza's face fell from amazement, since I was getting done in a second a task that would take her several hours.

-You're telling you could get this done in a minute and instead kept watching me struggling with it for hours?!

I tried to hold back a smile, but it turned out I couldn't.

-It was your punishment, not mine- and if their parents'd know I was a sizeshifter, there'd have been no way to convince them to accompany Yaiza on her task.

-I'm gonna kick your big ass once you get down here.

I dropped on the side another pile of thrash just in time to see her walking towards me to check the new empty space.

-Don't get too near...-I advised her, but she kept going.

-Yaiza, please, don't- a teasing smirk appeared on her face as I pleaded for her safety.

The last fistful of waste got almost pulverized when her proximity got me on my nerves. I tightened my grip so hard some dust and grit covered her from head to toe.

She looked at me with wide eyes and then covered herself with both arms. I shook my hand away, carelessly throwing the rest farther away than I meant to, just trying to protect her from the falling debris.

Yaiza coughed and took her hands to her face, trying to clean up at least her eyes.

-Are you ok?! Why won't you ever listen to me?- my hands flew to surround her. They stopped dead when I accounted the speed and size of them in comparison to Yaiza. Then, just left them like a barrier, never touching her body.

She didn't tremble or doubt me when she found herself surrounded by my humongous hands. Holy... they dwarfed her even when she was usually taller than me. Not that she cared.

-Stop being worried, it was just some dust.

-It could have been a branch or a rock and it would collapse right over you!

-Connor, stop screaming, they're going to listen to you back at the city.

She eyed my hands while I shut up.

-Your hands are a mess- she inched towards my left hand and got some little pieces of rocks and wood, dropping them onto the ground.

-It's just dirtiness. We'll be done here in a second, but I would be so much happier if you were at safety distance.

-Don't you think we've worked here enough? I guess it would take me days to get the job you've done for me. I could use some rest.

My privilege to have a panoramic view of the land told me she was right, around 2/3 of the parcel was already free of garbage. It would cover Yaiza's work worth for more than a week.

-I could use some books- I smiled.

[shipping-all-ships]

Raphael ends up bonding with Jack before any other archangel because they screamed when they saw the piss poor state of Jack's wings ("of course both of your failure of fathers didn't teach you how to care for them!") and forced Jack down to pick put the junk and straighten the feathers and brush away the dirt. It takes all day and they talk and bond.

[art-story-by-deroko]

After AlternaWelt: Blue Exorcist Gaiden second trailer dropped I decided to make Rin a “furry from” and here’s the headcanons I came up with for it

Imagine finally getting control over your flames and not flame up when you sneeze. But instead now your head splits in two literally and you become some sort of beast. Then you told it’s demonic puberty for Nephilims or some shit and he’s a late bloomer because his demonic nature is trying to catch up with the rest of him after being sealed for 15 years.

This transformation is tied to his emotional state at the begging, hard to control and he might need time to “cool off” so he can turn back to normal. This is actually like an “ugly duckling” state of his beast form where he didn’t fully transform and looks like this. And both his human and demon sides hate being like this and he really doesn’t want too many people knowing he can be like this. (They’ll know anyway. Especially Lightning)

Sometimes intense emotions can cause Rin to desynchronise within himself and his demon and human natures take over different heads (while usually when in sync he can even speak in unison or one of the heads can continue/finish sentences after another). Take a wild guess who is who.

[ninii-winchester]

You’d never know (Part 1)

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.3k

Warnings : angst, hurt/no comfort, spoilers s13, Dean is an asshole.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

The sun dipped below the horizon, the world slowly enveloping in darkness. The same could be said for Y/n's mind. Dark clouds of hurt and loneliness lingering in the air, encasing her in an impenetrable bubble of insecurities. It was hard time, stating that is an understatement. It was a dire situation. She thought back to how she got here.

When Jack was born, his mother died giving birth to him. Lucifer arrived at cabin to take Jack away. He killed Castiel. Mary fought Lucifer pushing him inside the rift to the alternate universe, but before the rift could close Lucifer pulled her in with him.

Y/n, Sam and Dean watched in terror as Mary fell through and the rift closed. While Sam panicked, Dean was horrified. He couldn't lose his mom, not again. Y/n let out a gasp, her mouth dropped open as the dread settled in. She knew Dean would lose it, he's not gonna sit back knowing his mom is stuck in the apocalypse world with the Devil himself.

After burning Cas and Kelly's bodies, the trio took Jack back to the bunker. The air was tense, Dean wasn't happy with the decision. He didn't trust Jack, he didn't want him anywhere near him, his brother or his girlfriend. It was because of the Nephilim that he lost his mother.

Y/n was worried, Dean had closed off, he was distant. Most of all, he was angry. All the time. He constantly snapped at Sam, brushed her off any given moment. He wouldn't even look at Jack. The kid was trying to make good in Dean's eyes but he just shurgged him off.

Dean started to unwind a bit after the shifter case, and even more when Jack brought Cas back. Y/n was relieved that Dean was coming back to his normal self. After Jack accidentally killed the security guard, he decided to leave. Until he could control his powers, he wouldn't come back. Y/n was worried about the kid leaving on his own but she had faith in him.

"Hey!" Dean said bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. "You seem lost."

"Just thinking." She shrugged closing the book in front of her and putting it back in its place on the shelf. "You need something?" She asked tersely. She wasn't trying to be mean, but lately she didn't feel like he wanted her. After he brushed her off so many times, she didn't bother him.

Dean could hear the formality in her voice, and he knew he deserved it. He had been too preoccupied with his concerns to realise he'd been not only neglecting her but hurting her in the process, when all she wanted to do was help. "Just wanted to say I'm sorry." He gauged her expressions to see how bad he had fucked up.

Instead of speaking, she gave him a look. He couldn't quite read what was it supposed to mean. He chewed on his lower lip, leaning back against the table. With a loud sigh he moved towards her. Laying his hands gently on her waist.

"Dean." She reprimanded. She knew what he was apologising for, but she didn't need his apology. She wanted him to talk to her. She's told him a thousand times that she wants him to communicate. She knows it's hard for him but she needs him to express himself, she needs him to have healthy coping mechanisms. She doesn't want him to shut her out or resorting to alcohol.

"I know, I know." He rested his forehead on her shoulder. "I shouldn't have pushed you away. It wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry. I'll do better next time."

"I just need you to communicate with me, Dean. We're in this together. For better or worse. Next time, don't shut me out. We'll get through this. We always do." Dean nodded, his green eyes looking at her.

"Yeah." He placed a kiss on her head. "I promise."

When Jody called on a supposed lead on Jack, the trio went to find him. When they finally found Jack, he was with a girl, who ran away as soon as she saw the trio. Jack confessed that he was trying to help bring Mary back.

"That girl is a powerful dream-walker, her name is Kaia. She can help us." Jack said.

"You thought good kid. We'll find Kaia and bring Mary back." Y/n said patting Jack on the back.

When they finally found Kaia, she refused to help. She said that it was scary, and that she cannot get them anywhere other than The Bad Place, Dean's patience was running thin, he was growing frustrated, his mind was going off the rails knowing the key to getting his mother back is right in front of him but refusing to help. Sam tried to ask Kaia politely but then Dean pulled his gun from his jacket and undid the safety.

"Get in the car." He said calmly. He was anything but calm.

"Dean." Y/n and Sam warned. He pointed his gun at the young girl and Y/n moved in front of him. "Dean, this is not the way to convince her. You're not thinking straight."

"It's my Mom, Y/n." He growled.

"I know Dean I understand but-"

"No you don't!" He exclaimed. "You'd never know how I feel Y/n. You've never had a mom." Dean yelled and the atmosphere fell completely silent. The only sound audile was the woosh of air. Y/n let out a gasp taking a step back. "You wanted me to communicate huh? So listen to me and listen to me good. You don’t know how I feel, I need my mom back and" he pointed his gun at Kaia "she's gonna come with us either way. And you're gonna move out of the way."

"Dean." Sam exclaimed his eyes widened. He wasn't sure what possessed Dean to say all that but he went too far this time.

It was true that Y/n never knew her mom, she was barely two months old when her parents gave her up. It wasn't until she was thirteen she found out that her parents didn't want her since they were too young to be parents. She had told Dean about her longing for her parents but she never thought he'd use it against her.

Without a word she moved aside, unblocking his path to the dream walker. He motioned the girl with his gun to move and she got into the car, Jack followed. With his jaw clenched, Dean got into the drivers seat and slammed the door.

"Y/n." Sam started, "I'm so sorry. Dean he's..."

"Go Sam." Was all she said.

Sam approached her with hesitant steps, he hugged her tightly. "I'm really sorry." He whispered. Dean watched the two in the rear veiw mirror, the anger flushing away and guilt settling in. He knew he regretted those words the moment he said it but he was far too gone in the moment to realise. He turned his head to the front as he heard Sam slide into the  passenger's seat. The air was thick with tension as they drove off to South Dakota.

Y/n wouldn't lie, sometimes she thought that Dean didn't need her as much as she needed him, she often thought he might leave her but never in a million years did she think it'd be this way. She never expected him to hit where it hurts the most. In that moment, each and every feeling resurfaced. The feelings she tried so hard to suppress, the feelings of being unwanted, of not being enough.

She can't ever forgive him and won't ever forgive Dean Winchester.

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[lawsofchaos1]

Malec Promptlet: Time Travel AU

The first time around, the war goes awry and the worst of outcomes comes to pass. Magnus dies and Alec travels back in time, alone, to the high point of Valentine’s rise, when the Downworld and the Clave were in a state of declared war, not just open enmity.

Alec goes to Magnus’ court, not the full war council at Pandemonium, but the quieter one for the more private, often the more tragic, requests. He goes fully unarmed before Magnus and his advisors - Ragnor, the Alpha of the largest pack of the East Coast, and an ancient vampire who oversees the clan structures for nearly the entirety of the continent. The council brings their respective weapons and magic to bear when they clock the presence of a nephilim. They don’t attack however.

They won’t be accused of doing so first when this inevitably comes before the Clave.

Alec shocks them though when he doesn’t bring his own arms up in turn, calmly opening his palms to reveal his lack of weaponry. Alec moves past the supplicant spot, the comfortable couch for the aggrieved to cry on Magnus’ shoulder and request justice, instead going to kneel in the position of a penitent,  one presenting themselves for Magnus’ judgement.

Alec holds Magnus's gaze alone when he speaks. “Look upon me and within me, please. I would have no secrets from you."

Magnus sees his magic, magic he has not released, curling in and around the nephilim, and his own wave of power sinks into Alec’s bones, every action of his body, every beat of his heart and breath through his lungs, controlled by the Consular Warlock.

It should be suffocating, it should be fatal, Alec should be fighting with every fiber of his soul, but instead Alec relaxes into his soul’s longing and lets Magnus be his reason for being.

Magnus sees.

His power claims his nephilim- his beloved, his mate, his everything - without pause and Magnus wants nothing more than to take Alec home and place physical sensation to his memories of Alec's body beneath him.

Crimson and sapphire writhe around Alec's body in protective coils instead, however, and his husband smiles with grim, knowing anticipation.

Magnus' devoted Commander knows war better than anything other than his soul's mate and, this time, they will not fail.

[thesirenisles]

Sirens, The 12th House, and Biblical Texts

“And the women of the angels who went astray will become sirens.”

-1 Enoch 19:1

Academic disclaimer: Quotes used are translations and may differ per translated version.

Siren History

Most know the tales of dangerously seductive mermaids luring sailors to the depths for a watery demise or winged beasts with talons perched on the beach shore singing haunting tunes. But, there is quite a bit more to this story.

Siren lore and mythology has been most commonly associated with the Greco-Roman origins. Within the literature and mythology, the first mention of sirens is attributed to Book 12 of Homer's "Odyssey", composed around 8th century BCE. They are a central antagonist along the journey of the protagonist.

Homer's description of Sirens (Odyssey 12.50-54): "There are two rocks, and the sirens sit on them, and their voices are lovely to hear, but they are evil in their hearts. Their faces are like those of women, but their bodies are like those of birds."

Siren's depicted with a fish or mermaid's tail come up later:

(Conrad Gessner, Historiae Animalium, 1551): "The Sirens are said to be a kind of fish-like creature with the upper part of a woman and the lower part a fish's tail…"

It is worth mentioning that Siren-like myths did exist within Egypt as well.

Tales of creatures like "The Red Sea Siren", also called "The Siren of the Nile" or "El Naddaha" are not as well documented, of course. (History is written and kept by those in power). But, they do exist.

Below is an account stating Pharaoh Djoser famously kept one of these sirens as a novelty or for guest entertainment in his royal court in 2654 BC. They were ferocious and widely feared creatures, more fierce than even the Nile crocodiles.

The Metamorphoses

But, how were these creatures made?

We get a more descriptive take on the actual transformation of the Sirens in Italian author, Ovid's, Metamorphoses (8 C.E.)

Transformation into Birds (Metamorphoses 14. 776–779): "But when Persephone was married to Pluto, and the gods, in jealousy, turned them into birds, they were given wings and claws, and from that time on, they began to sing their luring song."

In this text, we are shown that this is a divine punishment of some sort dished out by a divine being. There is another tale quite similar.

The Abyss: Biblical Texts

Sirens come up again in Dante's "Divine Comedy", although this time, we see mention of the word "Abyss".

The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri (early 14th century):“In that abyss, we are twofold creatures; we have the shape of women but the behavior of sirens…” (Dante, Inferno, Canto XIX)

The use of the word "abyss" is very interesting here.

Here's why:

The texts of our current Holy Bible are said to have quite a few missing books, including some found among the Dead Sea Scrolls.

A very important one being:

"The Book of Enoch"

This book tells of creatures and beings beyond our Earthly conception, but it is not considered fiction. Among the mentioned, are a group of fallen angels: Watchers.

The Watchers, a sort of guardian, were drawn to the beauty of the human women. Against the word of God, it is said the angels mated with these beautiful women.

They created a half human, half angel race called Nephilim. This "Unholy Union" was disrespect in the eyes of the divine.

The Watchers, the Nephilim, and the women were all punished for their parts in the disgrace.

🪽The Nephilim were destroyed in a great flood.

This is where the mention of deep waters come in. Similar to the great flood and Noah's Arc etc. We have God unleashing powerful waters as punishment.

🪽The Watchers are said to have been imprisoned in Tartarus or "The Abyss".

Tartarus can symbolically connote to hell, the depths, or even the abyss. In Greek mythology, this is said to be even lower than Hades' Underworld and the prison of the Titans.

Tartarus itself is very similar to the description of "The Abyss". It is described as a dark, desolate watery grave for fallen Angels. A bottomless wasteland of mystery and even judgement.

It is often considered a most heinous section of the underworld, reserved for powerful beings. Not many mortals make it here, unless they did something really out of the norm to infuriate the Gods.

You have probably seen another depiction of "The Watchers" in "Noah" (2014). In the film, they were also fallen angels, punished for descending to help humanity. Their bodies were imprisoned in rocks (Earth element) to diminish their divinity.

🪽The women who mated with the angels were cursed to become mermaids or "sirens".

Similar to the Greek texts, we see another mention of divine punishment dished out and causing the metamorphosis of the women known as sirens:

1 And Uriel said to me: 'Here shall stand the angels who have united with women, and their spirits, taking many different forms, are corrupting mankind and leading them astray to worship demons as gods. Here they shall remain until the day of the great judgment when they will be judged and brought to an end. 2 And the women of the angels who went astray will become sirens.' 3 And I, Enoch, alone saw the vision, the ends of all things: and no man shall see as I have seen.

12th House Symbolism

The themes mentioned within these texts add and highlight so much symbolism to the 12th house, often depicted as the Primordial Waters.

It is the final house of completion, maybe even the symbolism for the Great Flood that was to come... ending what was and simultaneously creating something new in the 1st house.

Traditional vs Modern Astrology

🧜🏾‍♀️Traditional tends to have a more negative take on the 12th house with it representing isolation, hidden enemies, self-undoing and hidden weaknesses, spiritual growth, and even karma.

🧜🏿‍♂️Modern astrology 12th house themes focuses on the unconscious mind, spirituality, past trauma healing, psychic abilities, and endings or transitions.

However, we can notice all of these themes within the texts mentioned:

The primordial waters are symbolic of endings and transitions within the book of Enoch.

Within these primordial waters or "Hell", the angels and sirens are in a state of isolation, forever doomed to relive their past trauma, enduring eternal punishment as their karma for their own choices or self-undoing.

We see the sirens who are hidden enemies and lure men to their own self-undoing, utilizing their hidden weaknesses. Their unconscious mind is the weakness, playing into the theme of illusions.

Odysseus' Response (Odyssey 12.44-46): "But they were deceiving me, for they sang to me with a voice so sweet…"

The psychic abilities, intuition, and spiritual side of this can be seen as well:

The Sirens' Song (Odyssey 12.39-42): "Come here, Odysseus! … All you who are alive, come and listen to us. We know everything that happens on the face of the earth. … We know all things that will be, and all things that have been."

In the odyssey, the protagonist's spiritual strength is tested and he must endure the sirens call while guiding his crew to safety.

Conclusion

The story of Pisces in the context of Aquarius and Capricorn is quite interesting. You have the death of Osiris in Capricorn, his bottom half symbolically replaced with a fish upon resurrection by Isis. The fish of the Nile are said to have eaten his genitals and thus, become apart of him.

Aquarius is pouring the waters of knowledge and perhaps, the great flood. Pisces or Neptune is the king of the depths, maybe the elevated form of Osiris / Saturn? His death and rebirth? He even carries a trident, which can be compared to the pitchfork of the Devil... and is said to be trapped in Tartarus himself.

You have Isis who is depicted in many forms among different cultures, including with wings and as a mermaid.

The theories here are endless. I genuinely enjoyed diving into this mythology and literature when I began to notice the similarities here. The story continues.

Thank you for reading!

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Dancing On My Own (Gambit X Reader, Part One)

Alrighty folks, this was meant to be a quick fluffy one shot that keeps getting longer and more angsty and has been sitting in my drafts for entirely too long now. Still very much a WIP that will be continued this week or next, PG13 for the time being with potential to take a turn for spicy down the line :)

A/N: Some quick background, the reader (Y/N in fic, described with she/her pronouns) is based off of an OC I tend to pull out pretty frequently. Half human, half angel, displaced from their home universe and dropped into this one (in which Lucifer, the tv show, is also cannon because why not maybe do a crossover down the line?). Gambit x Reader is the main ship we're sailing towards, but there's definitely some Logan x Reader if you squint. OH and last last thing, there's a party and I'm shamelessly linking the dress I had in mind for the reader here.

gif credit :) : @counterspelling

Dropping below a read more, don't be shy, come say hi when you're done reading! :)

“‘Stay for the summer!’ they said, ‘quiet and relaxing’ they said!” You throw the words you were told back at Jubilee who looks back at you completely unfazed as you continue untangling string lights to hang in the garden. 

“Honestly Y/N if you had stopped for two seconds to think about who was telling you that, you probably would’ve gone back to LA.” 

She was completely right, of course. You showed up to Xavier’s school not a mutant, not fully human either, and just looking for a place on the east coast to stay. Your uncle Lucifer made a few calls, found a friend willing to host a universe-displaced nephilim, and the rest was history. You might not be a mutant, but you were a partial human with powers you couldn’t always understand, and even other angels in this universe weren’t always able to help. Charles met and understood you quicker than anyone you’ve ever encountered in this universe or the next, so when you were asked to extend your stay and take on some guardian duties over the summer you were happy enough to agree. 

“Jean is the one who told you it would be relaxing, and Jean’s idea of relaxing is staying at a constant level 8 of activity.” 

“How is that not like the school year?” You rolled your eyes, dropping the lights. 

“Well during the school year she bounces between a 9 and 10, reserving 7s and 8s for the weekend. I can make you a diagram or something if you need it.” 

“I’m going to need a lot more than that by the time we’re done here.” 

“Maybe Gambit can help you with that?” Remy had sauntered over from the basketball court, at least that’s what you assumed given his current state of undress. 

“Unless you’re here to help decorate, I don’t think so handsome. If Jean catches us behind schedule the phoenix might make a reappearance…” You looked around and took a deep breath, realizing that other than the lights, everything looked pretty set. There was a reasonable sized clearing in the garden and Jean had hired a company to install a temporary dance floor. Chairs and tables were scattered around picnic style, and Jubilee had done an amazing job of setting up the bar despite being the only one unable to drink, legally.

“I think it’s actually just the lights,” Jubilee nodded to the messy pile at your feet, “And I think Gambit would be more help with that than me anyway, so?” 

“Go ahead,” you nodded smiling and she ran over to hug you, “And if you go to the mall, bring me back a pretzel!!!” You yelled after her knowing it was useless, she’d bring you a pretzel whether she heard you or not. 

“Avoiding me, chere?” Gambit eyed you with his usual flirtatious undertone that you couldn’t make heads or tails of. 

“In fact, I am. Grab that end?” You handed him the lights as he waited for an explanation, “Okay, I’m going to sit in the tree, I just need you to feed me the lights as we move. Ready?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer, disappearing and reappearing in the branch just above his head. 

Gambit stared back troubled and suspicious, so you nodded and gave him the sarcastic, albeit not entirely untrue, answer he was waiting for, “Oh Remy my attraction to you is just so strong and all consuming that I had to avoid you in order to get anything done at all. Every second I can’t throw myself at you is torture. Et cetera, et cetera, please start passing me the lights so I can go inside and shower.” 

He laughed and finally did as you said, “You know if you wanted ol’Gambit all you had to do was ask.” 

The two of you worked in a comfortable silence passing the lights through the trees. Just as you finished wrapping the last string, your footing slipped and you let out a quick yelp before bracing yourself for a fall that never came. 

“I never would have guessed angels could be so clumsy.” 

“If we weren’t you’d be short of a pickup line. Tell me honestly, how many times have you asked a lady if she fell from heaven?” Remy laughed and began walking away with you still in his arms. 

“Not as many as you think, chere. Are we about done out here?” 

You looked around and nodded, “Finally, yes. It was a good catch by the way, but I think I can walk on my own.” 

Placing you back on the ground, the two of you walked towards the mansion in another comfortable silence. Remy was probably tied with Jubilee as your closest friend in the school. You could remember the first day you arrived, how he couldn’t stop watching you. It wasn’t until later that same night, you were out in the garden and could still sense him watching you, that you decided to do something about it. You walked right up to him, introduced yourself, and asked him to kindly explain why he was staring at you like he’s seeing a ghost. 

It turned out the boy who grew up being told he was a demon had a lot of mixed feelings discovering angels and demons were not only real, but one of them was living under his roof. Remy felt a bit silly admitting it to you, but he owed you an honest answer when you confronted him so directly. And when he told you what people had said about him, what he suspected his own parents must have thought of him, your heart broke. You told him stories of all the demons and monsters you’ve encountered, and reassured him that he didn’t come close to fitting the bill.

“What’s on your mind, Remy?” There was quiet and then there was Quiet. You were still pretty new, but you knew well enough when something was bothering him.   

“Are you heading back?” You stopped short, and he stopped to face you. 

“Back where, Rem?” 

“Anywhere that’s not here.” He was facing you but he wouldn’t quite look at you, as if he didn’t actually want to hear the answer.

You took a deep breath, “The honest answer is that I don’t know. I don’t really feel like LA is where I belong, but I’m not a mutant or a gifted youngster either. I mean, I’m not even from this u-” 

“Okay, okay.” Gambit interrupted you with a hug, correctly sensing an impending panic attack from you, “Gambit just worried he won’t get to see you s’all.” 

You took a deep breath, sighing into the hug, “Well that’s really stupid.”  He pulled back to look at you, full of confusion. “It’s really stupid because if I were going anywhere you’d be the first person I tell, and because it takes me about 5 seconds flat to get anywhere. I’d be back before you even knew I was gone.”

You smiled wistfully and he returned it, “I’d know.” 

The two of you continued heading in and you finally felt brave enough to ask the question you’ve really been wanting to ask. 

“Well, I have to head up and start getting ready for tonight. What about you, getting ready for your date?” Of course, you weren’t sure he actually had one, but that was as direct as you could bring yourself to be. 

“Suppose I should be doing the same. Save Gambit a dance?” He kissed your hand and walked away, leaving you flustered and confused. You immediately pulled out your phone.

Y/N: okay so i said ‘gotta go get ready! what about you, getting ready for your date?’ and he said ‘suppose i should do the same’ what do we do with that??

JB: does he think you have a date?? 

Y/N: SHOULD i have a date??? 

JB: yeah, one of you should have asked the other out by now 

You dropped your phone on your bed, having finally made it to your room after a flurry of texts. Complicated feelings for your maybe best friend aside, it was still important to you to be slightly better than presentable tonight. 

Tonight was the first time all summer the adults of the mansion could relax and have a good time, and some non-residential mutants would also be joining the mix. You had never really been to anything so strictly social with the gang, and you didn’t take your invitation lightly. 

It wasn’t exactly formal, but Jubilee was able to confirm your suspicion that it wasn’t exactly casual either. You showered, taking more time than usual to exfoliate and moisturize, trying to pamper yourself into relaxing and getting excited for the night ahead, trying to ignore Remy’s words from earlier bouncing around your head. 

Two simple words that have had you in a tailspin since he said them so casually. ‘I’d know.’

The trouble maker in you wanted to test him on it, and you did a quick assessment of yourself to see if you could. Fresh out of the shower but mostly dressed, you were presentable. Should you take a quick trip overseas, hop over to France for some wine for tonight and back in a blink? You closed your eyes and heard a knock on your door just as you were about to take off. 

You opened your door more suspicious than you’d care to admit, suddenly paranoid that Gambit sniffed you out, but you were met with Jubilee instead, weighed down with garment and shopping bags from the mall. 

“You never answered me! I have your pretzel and you promised we’d do makeup together so-“ it was all the preamble she gave before forcing the pretzel on you and making herself at home in your room. 

“I was showering! And I really thought you were going to be gone longer?” 

“I just had to pick up some stuff I ordered for tonight, plus giving you and Gambit some time to flirt didn’t seem like a bad thing.” 

You rolled your eyes, “We have banter, definitely, but I’m not sure I’d call it flirting. He flirts with everyone.” 

“So you realize that what he does with you is different?” She turns it on you but you’ve heard it before. 

“Yes, different as in he’s not interested!” 

Jubilee made a sound of frustration before giving up and asking for help with contour. You dropped the subject and fell back into your usual routine, an easy friendship that reminded you more of sisters than friends. You showed up at the mansion looking for a place to stay while you visited old haunts, and you made a friend in Jubilee who was willing to venture into those places with you, even if it meant confronting ghosts.

“Lucky for you I think I found the perfect way to test his level of interest. You didn’t pick out what you’re wearing yet, did you?” 

“Well yeah, I was just going to wear-” You started motioning to the dress you picked for tonight, but Jubilee was moving and cutting you off before you even finished.

“Okay so scrap that, I grabbed something for you at the mall,” she reached for one of the garment bags she had laid across your bed, “and if this doesn’t get a reaction out of him, I’m at a loss. What do you think?”

She unzipped the bag and your eyebrows flew up so fast you wondered if they were still there. It was hot pink, sequined, and most noticeably, short and backless. You reached out to touch it and couldn’t deny how beautiful it was. Sure, the pink was a lot and it showed more skin than you were strictly comfortable with, but you couldn’t deny that the striped details of the sequins were gorgeous, or that the dress would hug and accentuate your curves…dangerously. 

“Now tell me what’s really going on because there’s no way you were able to afford this dress.” 

Jubilee snorted, “You got me, it comes with a letter.” She handed you a small envelope you promptly opened and started reading. 

‘Your young friend told me you planned to attend a party wearing some frumpy thing off a rack and that’s simply unacceptable for my niece, I have a reputation to uphold, Y/N ;) Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Sincerely, your Fairy DevilFather (p.s. TRY to have fun?)’

“Lucifer intervened to send me a dress?? How did you two even contact each other?” 

“I answered your phone once when he called while you were showering. We really hit it off, he actually sent me one too!” She excitedly pulled out another bag and showed you an equally gorgeous, albeit much more modest dress. Part of you wanted to argue, but another part of you realized how exciting this was for your friend and you weren’t about to let her down when she was waiting for you to join her excitement. 

“I think we might be best dressed tonight?” You smirked and she whooped, celebrating her victory. 

“Oh I’m ready, maybe everyone will finally accept the fact that I’m 20 and stop treating me like I’m still 15.” 

You knew it was a sore point for her, but you still smiled. The way all of the x-men treated Jubilee as their adopted child was something that endlessly warmed your heart, even if it frustrated your friend. The two of you took your time helping each other get your hair and makeup perfect before donning your dresses and leaving your bedroom, having already started to hear the arrival of a few guests and the slight murmur of conversation. 

You stopped just short of the stairs, turning to face Jubilee, “Don’t they say ‘fashionably late’ is a good thing?” Your anxiety was starting to get the best of you, wearing such a risque dress to attend a party with lots of new faces. 

“I think we’ve already reached fashionably late, babe, if we wait any longer they’ll think something is wrong.” You took a deep breath and started to make your way down the stairs. The mansion was empty, signalling that everyone else had already made their way out to the garden. 

The sun was just beginning to set when the two of you arrived to find the party already in full swing. Jean and Scott were dancing, Logan and Hank sharing a drink by the bar, and around 20 faces you had never seen interspersed with the rest of the team. You heard a low wolf whistle behind you and felt a hand on your lower back. 

“Breaking hearts tonight, chere?” Remy was on you before you could even turn to look at the sound. 

“If I’m lucky.” You shrugged. 

“Think I have enough of that for the both of us.” He winked and you tried and failed to suppress a snort that only made him grin wider. 

You turned to say something to Jubilee and your eyes narrowed when you realized the little traitor had run over to greet her friends, leaving you and Gambit alone. She looked your way and winked as you openly glared at her. 

“Well it looks like I’ve been ditched so I’ll need to borrow some of it.” You grimaced in the direction of the crowd, not needing to elaborate.  

“All yours, chere.” He offered you his arm and you accepted, making your way into the party and jumping right into a flurry of introductions, hugs and handshakes that Remy led you through, guiding you away when it was time to move on. 

It seemed innocent enough but you couldn’t stop focusing on the fact that Remy’s hands never left you. Whether it was an arm wrapped protectively around your waist or his hand on your exposed lower back, lazily tracing shapes you couldn’t make out, it was becoming increasingly distracting. He introduced you to Kurt and you only caught 30% of the conversation, too distracted by Remy’s hand tracing the curve of the dip at the back of your dress. You were relieved when Remy excused the two of you to go grab a drink.

“Admit it, not as bad as you thought.” Gambit smirked at you, leading you to a table where Logan and Jubilee were catching up. 

You rolled your eyes, “I never thought it would be bad, I just,” You took a deep breath, “I don’t know, I guess I was worried I wouldn’t fit in here, or that everyone would be wondering why I’m even here but too polite to say anything.” 

Logan and Jubilee both looked in your direction, hearing the tail end of your conversation that you didn’t bother hiding from them. Logan very openly looked you up and down before chuckling and taking a sip of what you suspected to be whiskey. 

“No one’s kicking you out of here looking like that, that’s for sure.” It was maybe the first time the wolverine had ever given you a compliment and you blushed. 

“You clean up rather nicely yourself, Logan.” 

“Then why are you spending all night with the cajun instead of talking to me?” You were surprised but did your best to cover it up, meanwhile Jubilee was fighting off a laugh herself by taking a sip of her drink.

“Because the cajun knows how a lady should be treated.” Gambit grumbled, leveling Logan with a look before departing briefly to get the both of you drinks.  

“Does he?” Logan asked you while you sat to join them, shooting him a quizzical look before he continued, “Know how to treat a lady?” 

“How much have you had, Logan?” You asked, eyeing his drink. 

“Not that much, darlin’. Answer the question.” If there was one thing you loved about Logan it was his lack of bullshit, and judging by the look on Jubilee’s face as she waited for your answer, right now it was probably her favorite thing about him too, 

“He’s been a perfect gentleman, but we’re just friends.” You tried to say it in a way that wouldn’t reveal how much that bothered you, but both of them knew better. Gambit returned a second later with your drinks and you only got two sips in before Logan insisted on a round of shots. 

One round turned into two, turned into three, turned into…you lost count. Jubilee was swaying happily in her seat, having convinced the two men to let her join in with half shots somewhere around round three. Everyone’s judgement was impaired by that point, but she made a great argument about drinking for the first at home where she’s safe or something else you couldn’t remember anymore in your happily inebriated state.

A song came on and you gasped, turning towards the dancefloor and excitedly announcing your love for the song. What it was called? You couldn’t remember if your life depended on it, but you needed to dance. You locked eyes with Remy who smiled but shifted his eyes away awkwardly, causing you to quickly deflate. 

“Have you even had a dance yet tonight, Y/N?” Logan asked you suspiciously. 

“Not yet.” You pouted, considering heading out on your own, dance partner be damned. 

“Knows how to treat a lady my ass.” Logan grumbled in Gambit’s direction, shooting a glare at him before getting up and begrudgingly but kindly offering you his hand. 

“Oh. my. GOD.” Jubilee squealed, far too gone to contain her excitement at the drama, as she would say.  

You beamed at Logan, accepting his hand and making a run for the dance floor, pulling him along behind you. 

“That crazy cajun might try to take my head off later for this.” Logan grumbled, settling his arms at your waist while you threw yours around his neck, getting closer than was strictly necessary so the two of you could continue your talk while dancing. Your eyes shifted over to where you just left your friends and you felt a stabbing pain in your chest when you looked for Remy just to see he had also made his way over to the dance floor, with Rogue. 

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Logan.” Your eyes were starting to tear up and you looked up trying to stop it as Logan became worried, turning to figure out what made you so upset. His eyes landed on Gambit and he growled, holding you a little closer as he actively tried to calm down. 

“I’ll kill him.” 

“You won’t.” You laughed, “He’s allowed to be with whoever he wants.”

“Yeah, but he’s not allowed to follow you around all night like a lovesick puppy just to ditch you when he catches another scent.” 

You smiled sadly, “He was being a good friend earlier, that’s it.” 

Logan pulled you closer and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I watched his hands stray all over you, Y/N,” He touched your bare back to emphasize his point, “He’s not a friend, he’s a coward.” You couldn’t take it anymore and hugged Logan, hiding your face in his chest to let a few tears escape, hoping you would feel a bit better if you could get some of your distress out. 

“Might have to kill em for making you cry.” Logan grumbled and you laughed, smiling up at him despite yourself. 

“Believe it or not you’re helping enough like this.” The two of you continued dancing and Logan’s discomfort wasn’t wasted on you, but he’d be damned if he let the two of you leave that dance floor before Gambit and Rogue. He was making a point. 

The music began to slow down and Rogue and Gambit finally went their separate ways. You watched as Remy found Jubilee again and made their way back over to the table, you turned to Logan.

“Think we should head back?” He looked behind you and shook his head.

“We finally get a song that’s more my speed and you want to leave?” He shook his head no and pulled you closer, making you laugh and rest your head on his chest as the two of you swayed lazily. 

“Thank you, Logan. It’s not how I expected the night to go but I wouldn’t have gotten through it without you.” 

“Dancing with you looking like that isn’t exactly a punishment.” He snarked and you chuckled.

“Mind if I cut in?” You looked up to meet red eyes, Remy looking between you and Logan harshly before addressing you again more quietly, “Didn’t Gambit ask you to save him a dance?” 

You hesitated and Logan took that as his cue, “Bad timing cajun, Y/N just said she was getting dizzy, we’re heading back to the table.” Logan put his arm around you and lead you out of there, leaving Gambit to grumble and trail the two of you back. 

Jean had joined Jubilee to rest and eyed the three of you quizzically as you made your return.

“Y/N!! I found out that shots of vodka with cranberry juice is amazing, look!” She held out a shot for you and you grabbed it and threw it back before Logan and Remy could even finish their protests.

“Chere! Didn’t you say you were dizzy?” Gambit took the shot glass out of your hand, leading you to a chair. 

“From the dancing, Rem! I definitely haven’t had enough to drink yet.” 

Jubilee whooped and passed you another shot, clinking it to her own before you both threw them back. Jean looked at you even more confused and you tapped your temple with a wink, an agreed upon gesture inviting her to read your mind. 

“Rough night but I promise everything is okay, just need to drown my sorrows a little with you guys. Logan’s been doing his best.” 

You heard Jean’s response in your head, “Fair enough. I’ve been cutting Jubilee’s shots with a lot of cranberry juice. Seriously, a LOT.” 

You struggled to mask your laugh, “As I was saying, definitely not enough to drink, I’m gonna go-“ You stood and made your way to the bar on your own before anyone else could say anything, but you could feel a few sets of eyes watching you leave. 

Someone had been manning the bar, but as the night wore on and the guests dwindled, those of you remaining were left to fend for yourself. You assessed your options and reached for the gin, giving that a generous pour before adding sprite, a splash of cranberry juice, and a lime wedge before you can talk yourself out of it. 

“That looks amazing, can you make me one too?” Jubilee had appeared at your side and you smiled before making her a much more restrained version of yours. “Now I need you to tell me eeeeevery detail of you and Wolvie dancing I mean I neeeever-“ 

“To be clear,” you interrupted, sipping at your drink, “It was a pity save when it became painfully obvious Remy wasn’t going to ask.” 

“After spending literally all night following you around and basically growling at anyone that tried to get near you, what’s up with that??” She made a good point but you weren’t sure what she meant by that first part. 

“Pause, rewind, what are you talking about ‘basically growling’?” 

“You seriously didn’t realize how handsy he got with you when Kurt started getting friendly?” 

You realized you were drunk when you couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, “I was so distracted by him being handsy I didn’t even hear whatever Kurt was saying to make the connection.” 

Jubilee nearly spat her drink in your face and she started smacking you excitedly, “Can you please please go tell him that??” 

“But then he didn’t ask me to dance!! He pointedly looked away!!” 

“So Logan? What happened there?” You were starting to suspect your friend wasn’t nearly as inebriated as you thought, her tone sounding surprisingly sharp shifting gears. 

“I really don’t think there’s anything more than his mother-hen instincts going on there.” 

Her eyes rolled and she shrugged, “I’d agree if it was just one dance, but-“ 

“Again, pretty sure that was to save me from being zeroed in on Gambit’s dance with Rogue..” 

She didn’t have a response for that one and she simply clinked your drink before you both took generous sips, “Don’t tell Jean.” You whispered as you topped both of your glasses off before heading back to the group.

Jean had left to track down Scott who was mingling in the small groups that remained, some still dancing but most everyone else was doing the same as your small group. Jubilee bounced into the seat next to Logan and you drifted a beat too long before sitting next to Gambit. The silence that stretched between the two of you was no longer as comfortable as it was earlier, so you broke and piped up first. 

“I almost tested you earlier, you know.” 

“Almost?” Remy squinted at you, “Been testing me all night, chere.” 

You narrowed your eyes back but decided not to engage, continuing your thought instead, “When you said you’d know if I left?” His playful glare dropped and he waited on your next words, “Just a quick trip before the party but still, decided against it.” 

Remy chewed on what you were saying and not saying, wondering how the night had gotten so far away from him. Everything started out better than he expected, getting to show you around the party, not letting you too far out of sight in that dress, and then the hesitation. His own doubt sneaking in, reminding him that Y/N is quite literally an angel, he knew her place in the world, but his? He looked over at you waiting for a response and decided that didn’t matter right now.

“Still have sea legs or are you about ready for that dance, chere?” He didn’t leave you much room to answer, already standing with his arm extended. 

“You know I literally just sat back down, right?” He rolled his eyes at you, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet alongside him. Your night was clearly nowhere near over and you gave in, letting Remy lead you back onto the dance floor and into his arms. 

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello, could you do do a Tristan one shot with a fem s/o where Isolde keeps flirting with him and refer gets jealous and and insecure.

might not be as long as intended, but I hope this was okay nonetheless :D

It was one time, then the next.

Though it was subtle, you could notice it both times. You know that Isolde may have known Tristan for about longer than you have, but you wished she would stop by now. Tristan should be very much off limits in terms of flirtatious one-liners or even on the whole act of a cute damsel in distress.

You will admit that, she was indeed very pretty and beautiful. But even that alone does not even give her an ounce of an excuse to continue doing so, you wondered what Tristan had thought of it, but you were far in too deep or nervous to bring it up to him yourself.

So you just watched from the side of it happening, with each and every time digging deeper into the caverns of your heart. You did indeed notice though, that Tristan had promptly brushed it off as much as possible. You had hated not knowing the expressions on his face each time though, so you couldn't really determine how he was feeling at it in that very moment in time.

You let out a sigh, feeling your bones ache from the herculean efforts of the day you had been put through.

"Long day?" A familiar, warm voice sounded out. You let out a heaved chuckle, nodding in return to his question as you threw your left arm over the stretch of your closed eyes.

You felt a dip in the mattress, warmth emanating from the nephilim beside you.

After such a prolonged silence, albeit leaving for an awkward atmosphere between the both of you. Leaving for a long sigh coming from your princely boyfriend, you could tell what this was falling into, the awkward conversation that was about to ensue.

"We need to talk." Tristan states clearly, and you groaned. Sitting up you casted a glare at Tristan.

"There is nothing to talk about." You replied, a firm tone residence in your voice. Tristan's expression faltered for a moment, but he steeled himself. Putting a hand on your shoulder.

He took a moment to gather himself, "About Isolde, I asked her to stop. That I didn't have feelings for her." Your eyes simply widened in surprise at his straightforward words, his feelings completely made clear about you and anyone else involved in the matter. You had no idea what to say.

"Was I being..."

"Obvious?" Tristan finished, and you nodded. He chuckled with a warm grin. "Kind of, I would say that you were sort of withdrawn from me." He shrugged with an unsure notion.

"But I didn't want to say anything insensitive or make it worse for you either by not doing anything about it." He added, causing you to laugh and hug him, leaving a surprised Tristan to process the motion of you hugging him.

Slowly, he loosened, and lifted his arms to wrap them around you. Firmly hugging you in return.

He was sincerely happy he was able to amend feelings for all sides, and so on to better grow and strengthen the bond of your relationship together by navigating such challenges of old feelings and new relationships in the process.

[imagine-darksiders]

Okay okay, so I know you’ve already done the horsemen’s reactions to y/n being cursed into a child, (it’s one of my favorite imagines btw it’s so cute lmao) but going a step further, what would their reactions be if she was hit with a curse that temporarily turned her into a whole baby. Like chubby cheeks, baby giggles and the works. I can see death absolutely being so done. And war would be on the verge of a breakdown after one day.

Death: Poor Death... As if you weren't already the cause for enough of his stress. Luckily for you, however, the coldest and harshest of the Four Horsemen is... something of a pushover when it comes to babies. Especially if that baby happens to consequentially be his one and only human friend. As soon as he realises what happened, he has to keep himself from flying into a meltdown, for your sake, if not the sake of his pride. He's a little smothering, but speaks to you as if you're still an adult. If he ever manages to turn you back, he really hopes you won't remember how often he'd let you gum curiously at his fingers whilst he watched on with a fond expression hidden beneath his mask.

Strife... Well, this is both a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing because this is about the funniest, cutest thing he's ever seen in his entire life, but it's a curse because now he's the sole Horseman responsible for a tiny, vulnerable baby Y/n who has absolutely no self-preservation skills nor any motor functions.... At least you still seem to find him funny.

War is immediately reluctant to even hold you, worried to death that his titanic strength and size will make him even more hazardous to you than he already was. The Horseman is, nonetheless, forced to keep you secured in his palm at all times, because apparently, you have a habit of wandering off and nearly giving him a heart attack. He makes a mental note to apologise for every time he'd ever given his eldest brother trouble when he was nephilim youngling...

Fury would lose her mind with distress. She's the last being in the Universe who should be taking care of a baby. She immediately tries to hunt down a maker, preferably one with magical prowess so she can kill two birds with one stone. First, every maker she's met has been stupidly protective of humans, especially human younglings. And if she can find a shaman, they should, in theory, help her get you back to your normal state.

[perpetualprocrastinationisme]

Will Ty Call on God Himself to Defeat Lucifer and Release Livvy in TWP?

Bringing back the dead, Johnny Rook had always said, warped the fabric of life, the same way making humans immortal did. Invite in death, and it would stay. Could anyone bring back the dead and have it work? Kit had asked him once. Even the most powerful magician? God, Johnny had said, after a long, long pause. God could do that. And those who raise the dead may think they are God, but soon enough they will find out the lie they have believed. - Lord of Shadows

When reading this excerpt from Lord of Shadows, it makes me consider what consequences Ty will have to suffer in TWP for bringing back Livvy. Invite in death and it would stay. We know that Magnus can sense dark magic on Ty like it's a cloud around him and that there's something like a necromantical string of magic that connects Ty to Livvy. He's literally "warped the fabric of life."

From TDA, we know that it can take extremely drastic measures to remove strong bonds of Magic. To remove Emma and Julian's parabatai bond one of them would have had to be stripped of their marks or they would have had to destroy all the parabatai bonds that existed. Only an act from heaven itself (turning into actual Nephilim) spared them from having to choose between those two options. Similarly, we see that the only way that Clary was able to bring Jace back from the dead is by the help of Raziel himself, a supreme heavenly being. When Johnny says that only God could bring someone back, he was being truthful. So, it seems that the only way for Ty to truly heal or undo the damage he has wrought by raising Livvy is to get Heaven itself to intervene.

TWP will call the whole fate of the Shadowhunting world into question and will change their world forever. I know their fate is most likely called into question because of Janus and whatever he sets in motion. Ash even hints at this in SOBH in a letter to Janus. But what if it's also because of the intervention that Ty will have to receive to solve his necromancy issue? If we think about the villain the TWP gang will be facing, Lucifer himself, then we have to also consider who is archenemy has always been: God. We also know that Cassie has already stated that TWP will turn on pieces of Biblical Mythology and that TWP is set up to be the ultimate closer to the Shadowhunter Chronicles. Well, when looking at the Bible and the Book of Revelation (the last book of the Bible that depicts the ultimate final battle between God and Lucifer), we see God seal Lucifer up in hell with his demons for good in the Battle of Armageddon, epically defeating him.

So, what if Ty calls God Himself down to finally defeat Lucifer and Janus which in turn burns up the necromantical bond he shares with Livvy because of being in the presence of God, the purest and most holy being that exists? We know that Ty has a way of summoning people (like how he did with Annabel) and getting things done that should be altogether impossible (raising Livvy). We also know that being in such close proximity to Heavenly power can destroy things like with Emma and Julian's parabatai bond. It would also check the boxes of turning on Biblical mythology by directly paralleling the book of Revelation and would very effectively change the Shadowhunters' world forever. If Lucifer is banished with his demons by God then Shadowhunters no longer have the one thing that defines their entire life: fighting demons. (I honestly hope that just Princes of Hell get banished and not all the demons. I think it would be an incredibly awful way to end TSC if Shadowhunters just lost their entire purpose for existing.)

I'm quite positive this would release Livvy to the afterlife and I believe that both her and Ty will be aware of this if/when they do call on God. I can very much see this as the moment that Ty comes to fully accept that Livvy is truly gone, that this is what must be done. I also believe this will serve as the moment where Livvy finally gets to take control of her situation as a ghost because I believe they will mutually agree to do this. She'll finally get to be that protector that she's always wanted to be. Plus, they'll actually get to properly say goodbye this time.

I believe that towards the end of TWP, Ty will be a pariah in the Shadowhunting universe for raising Livvy. This could be his moment of redemption in their eyes, could finally give Livvy peace, and would save the entire world in the process. It would also be the most powerful ending the TSC universe has ever seen, which would be fitting for its final one.

(I know this probably seems incredibly out there, but I would really love to see what any of you think of this theory. I also think that they would more likely call on Raziel instead, since he created them if I’m remembering correctly.)

Art at the top: @rowan.artt on Instagram

[avareiahgt]

Feeling like I was spying a private moment as I was writing it. Sorry for the poor quality since i made it half at work and half at doctor's appointment on my mobile phone.

Hope you will like my boys!

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GT JULY PROMPTS 2024

DAY 3: PLUSH

As a family, we didn't have something like "movie night" or so, but our rituals were as well as unmoveable. It was, if any member of the family was watching a movie, whatever movie it was, every other member that crossed that room would stare at the TV for a moment, put an end to everything they were doing at the moment and sit down to watch it. It didn't matter if the movie had just started a minute ago or if it was three minutes away from the end. We would just sit there and watch it.

Well, I was the one watching the movie this time. An adventurous one I found some time ago but wasn't in the mood to give it a try. My favourite spot was on the top of the right cushion, exactly on the end of the couch and next to my dad's airchair.

My small form was relaxing on the dark red cushion but couldn't keep my eyes on the screen as I heard the sound of feet, as little as mine, over my head.

I looked up just in time to see an unusual shrank Jamie throwing himself down from the railing of the wooden platform that crossed the living room -and the whole house-.

Time seemed to slow down itself as he smirked in the middle air while free falling only to grow full at once, in the exact position to avoid crushing me but landing a few inches next to me.

I contemplated his enormous chest as I was pushed so high with a scream burning up my lungs until it burst out from my mouth. I flew and, for a second, I stood at Jamie's eyes height, looking at me while maliciously smiling. Then, gravity reclaimed me and I started my way down.

I thought my brother's hand was on its way to save me, but I expected too much. I hit the cushion face first and was about to squeak from pain but I stopped myself at the last second. The fall on the cushion. It wasn't painful. Quite scary, but the material was so well done that it felt like a plushie or landing on a stuffed animal.

Right there I understood why Jamie didn't even bother to keep me from getting scrambled.

-What are you watching?- he inquired as if nothing had just happened.

I pushed my head up and found his hand ready to surround me. His massive fingers held me as I was being moved into a sitting position again, this time resting my spine on his chest like a backrest.

I hugged a finger on my lap and we quietly stayed there while I i was trying my best to remember the film's title.

[colormepurplex2]

Did It Hurt? | Prologue: The Fall

↳ FallenAngel!Taehyung x LostSoul!f.Reader ⤜ Fallen Angel AU, Strangers to Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 880 ⚠️ Violence, injury, judgement and punishment

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Taehyung, Sometime around the end of the 20th century, in the Divine Chamber of Justice, Heaven

“Why are we even bothering with this trial?” Phanuel asks, crossing his arms and giving his Brother a pitying look. “Is it fair to hold ourselves to a higher standard than the ones we protect?”

Amitiel harrumphs softly. “Of course we are to hold ourselves to a higher standard. We are Divine Protectors of the Heavens, pointedly above those we protect.”

“I think what Phanuel is trying to say,” comments Mitzrael, “is that there is nothing in the Doctrine about what Brother Taehyung did being unforgivable. If those we protect can be forgiven through Grace, shouldn’t we afford our Brother that same Grace?”

“I say we hand him over to our Fallen Brothers in Hell,” mutters Kushiel, ever the rigid purveyor of punishment.

Gabriel shifts where he sits at the pinnacle of the Judgement dias. “The spilling of one’s Holy Seed is different from that of a mortal’s seed. We all are aware of this. The creation of Nephilim has been strictly forbidden since the fall of Lucifer. Therefore, the act that can potentially create such a monstrosity should be punished to the fullest extent. After all, Taehyung may not have created a Nephilim, but to even act in pleasures of the flesh where that is a possibility is worthy enough of our ire. Imagine the destruction he would have wrought, untold devastation.”

There is a quiet murmur around the chamber, soft echoes of fear and agreement, Sarathiel loudest of them all.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, Brother Taehyung?” Zadkiel asks, speaking over the hushed clamor.

Taehyung prostrates himself before his gathered Brothers, pressing his forehead to the smooth surface of the floor, wings splayed out behind him. Holding the position for a few precious moments, he gathers his thoughts before looking up and meeting all their gazes one by one until he’s focused on Gabriel. His Brother might not be the Angel of Judgement, but he’s the Leader of all Angels, which Taehyung knows holds far more sway over all the others than anyone else; he’s a leader for a reason.

“Brothers,” he begins, “I would not ask for forgiveness for such an unforgivable act. As Brother Gabriel has stated, what I did was careless, not just to myself but to all others. I endangered all that we hold Divine and Holy here. I endangered our home. But I would ask for your leniency, your guidance and deliverance. Treat me as one of the flock. Let me seek righteousness and serve a penance for my disgrace. Do not cast me into oblivion. Let me prove myself worthy.”

“We shall take that into consideration.” Sarathiel eyes Taehyung with a cold appraisal. Fear and pain burn hot in Taehyung’s chest. The few stolen moments he sought with–he can’t even think of their name without wanting to wail in mourning–have proven to be what might be his downfall; literally.

The Counsel gathers, cloistering themselves behind a hazy wall of silence. All Taehyung can do is watch them, trying to discern what words lips are forming and what the emotions flashing across his Brothers’ faces mean. Gabriel and Sarathiel seem to be leading the conversation. He can only hope they both remember their love for him in their hearts.

It could be hours, or just minutes, before the shield falls and noise eases back into the chamber, sounding far too loud after the silence. Taehyung thinks he might sickup on the floor if that’s even something Angels can do; he’s seemingly forgotten how to function at all.

The Angel of Justice, his Brother, Raquel, steps forward and gives Taehyung a sad, soft smile before beginning, “It is with heavy hearts that we, the Council of Grace and Purity, hereby sentence you, Brother Taehyung, to one hundred years of exile for breaking your Oath of Holy Divinity by seeking pleasures of the flesh and spilling Holy Seed. At the end of your one hundred years, if and only if you have found a soul seeking absolution and deliver them unto a path of justice and redemption, will you be granted back within the sanctity of this Kingdom and your wings restored. If you fail in your penance, you will feel the wrath of Divine Smite. May the Lord have mercy on your everlasting soul.”

Always so regal and poised, Michael steps forward, the tip of his great sword trailing just a breath above the floor. Taehyung couldn’t bear to look his brother in the eye for fear of seeing the disappointment there.

“Let it be known,” Michael whispers over Taehyung’s bowed head, “I take no pleasure in this, Brother.” With one felling sweep of Michael’s blade, Taehyung is rendered incomplete, severed from his proper form. White feathers fill the air, softening the cry that rips itself from Taehyung’s throat.

His Brothers watch as he plummets from the Heavens, entering a fiery free fall into an existence none of them envy. If only he had the Grace to keep his hands to himself. Though not all Angels are meant for the Heavens, that much is clear. They can only hope Taehyung finds his way once again, or Lucifer damn him, they’ll lose another to the darkness.

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[marrr444]

So I know that it was very frustrating that the Clave in the end of CoHF chose to send Helen away and not look for Mark but they had a reason.

(I'm not justifying since what they did was very, very wrong, just explaining why I think they did it)

They were scared. They were scared of the faeries because if Clary had not killed Sebastian they would have lost to him and the faeries, and the whole race of the nephilim would have been wiped out.

They were scared because even if nephilim blood breeds true, Helen and Mark are technically as much Shadowhunters as they are faeries. That they did have faeries nature in them. And faerie nature is something Shadowhunters weren't able to understand. Faeries betray and are ironically untruthful and untrustworthy to Shadowhunters and habits die hard so Shadowhunters were scared.

They stopped looking for Mark because they were too scared to even negotiate with faeries about getting him back. They forged the cold peace to stay out of faerie business, and in looking for Mark they'd be doing the opposite. Just after that war, the wiping of their families, they were NOT ready to do that.

But also for the same reason they sent Helen away.

She was the biggest threat between them, the odd one out. The one you needed power over before she managed to get power over you.

At least that's how they saw it. The only way they could see it. With fear and hatred at the place it was easiest to be directed.

Since the faeries had gotten a Shadowhunter in their side before (Sebastian), it was entirely possible that they could do it again especially with one with whom they shared blood with.

Because they were scared that they could potentially have another nephilim (or two) turn against their own kind the same way Sebastian or Valentine did.

To them it was two lives against the survival of the nephilim, plus it was easier to consider them traitors at their state of vulnerability.

They did what they would have done with Tessa had she not been the one who ended the Clockwork War. What they partly did anyway, because of their pride and prejudices (haha) and because habits die hard

[blue-rose-soul]

How does Heaven react once the news of Alastor being Lucifer's son gets out in The Devil's Bastard AU and the Raised Together/Kid!Alastor branches? They certainly won't be happy that Lucifer has been going to earth in secret. Given Alastor isn't Hellborn I could also see them arguing for him to be killed or sealed in some way. "Nephilim of his sort were wiped out for a reason after all, right?"

Weeping, I started to answer this then accidentally refreshed the page and lost everything I'd typed. Lemme see if I can remember all my thoughts...

Their first major concern would not be Alastor himself. Not that another branch of the Morningstar bloodline isn't cause for alarm, but with Charlie as a precedent and Alastor's carnage restricted to Hell itself, he's a secondary concern to Hell's leadership. Their primary concern surrounds the fact that Lucifer broke the terms of his banishment and left Hell an unknown number of times without them being aware. While they watched him closely in the beginning of Hell, fearing he would attempt to retaliate against Heaven, in the three hundred thousand years since his Fall* they've clearly grown complacent. They're fearful of what kind of evil he may have sown on Earth, or if he's created any more yet undiscovered offspring who may be corrupting mortal souls. Could Lucifer's visits to the living world be the reason Earth is in such a miserable state?

(It's not, but of course they'd like an easy answer, one little problem they can snuff out that will fix everything forever.)

Sera orders Lucifer to meet with her in the Heaven Embassy and she brings along a couple of archangels* as backup to ensure he doesn't try anything. She wants Lucifer on the defensive. Lucifer does have some leverage though thanks to Adam's pettiness. For one, Heaven promising not to touch hellborn wasn't dependent on Lucifer adhering to his banishment. The exterminations came a long, long time after the Fall. Even if it was though, no one in Heaven, least of all Adam, even knew about Lucifer's excursions until after the final extermination. Adam knowingly choosing to target Charlie - not just a random hellborn but Lucifer's daughter who had absolutely zero ill will towards Heaven and only wanted to protect sinners - out of nothing more than malicious spite, gives Lucifer a leg to stand on when it comes to negotiating with Sera. She knew what Adam intended to do because he'd declared his intention to Charlie in front of Heaven's court, but she did nothing to stop him. On top of which, Sera also can't provide any evidence of Lucifer leading humans towards evil acts on Earth because he never did anything like that. Even in the rare cases of cults forming to worship him, they were done independently by humans who had no idea what Lucifer was really like and Lucifer himself had no contact with them. In other words, Sera in breaking her word to Lucifer caused more harm to him and his than Lucifer did to her and hers in breaking his banishment.

In the end, Lucifer is able to get Heaven to back down from trying to imprison him or Alastor. He agrees to increased surveillance - he hasn't gone back to Earth since his meeting with Nicaise anyway - and calls an end to the meeting.

And then as soon as he sets foot through the front doors of the hotel he promptly passes out from the stress overload.

(*Early modern humans started out in Africa approximately 300,000 years ago, so I'm timing Lucifer's Fall to align with that.)

(*I was going to say Michael at first since he seems like a popular Bible character to adapt into Hazbin Hotel fanon, but with him supposedly being the leader of Heaven's armies, I feel like he clashes with Adam as the leader of the exorcists. So now I have this headcanon that after Lucifer's banishment, Michael fell into a depression of his own. He spiraled deeper and deeper until ultimately he retired from his position which was then passed to Adam.)

[artandthebible]

The Last Family Who Perished in the Deluge (Genesis 7:4-24)

Artist: John Trumbull (American, 1756–1843)

Date: 1838–1839

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Yale University Art Gallery, New Haven, Ct, United States

The Purpose of the Flood in the Times of Noah

Genesis 6 gives the sad account of the state of humanity prior to the worldwide flood during the days of Noah. Genesis 6:5 states, “The LORD saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time.” The level of sin and corruption among the human population was staggering: people thought about doing evil “all the time.” The evil of humanity would have resulted in disease and bloodshed and death. The weak or unhealthy (babies, children, women, and the disabled) would have been exploited and constantly put in harm’s way because of the evil actions of others.

In addition, “The sons of God saw that the daughters of humans were beautiful, and they married any of them they chose” (Genesis 6:2). In the Hebrew language, these “sons of God” were “bene elohim.” This term is usually applied to angels (see Job 1:6). Genesis seems to be stating that, somehow, there was a physical union between angels and human women. The unnatural offspring of this union were the “Nephilim” (Genesis 6:4). The word Nephilim is directly transliterated from the Hebrew. The ancient root of the word implies a “fall.” Whatever the word actually means (in some versions of the Bible it is translated as “giants”), Scripture describes the Nephilim as “the heroes of old, men of renown.” Some theologians believe that God could simply not allow this corrupt offspring to exist on the earth, and that was part of the reason for the flood.

What can be understood without question is that the world that was then, the world of Noah, was incredibly corrupt and perverted. Genesis 6:6 tells us that “the LORD regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled.” The Lord’s “regret” is unlike ours. Creating mankind in the image of God was not a “mistake” on the part of the Lord. The Hebrew word nahem can also be translated “grieved.” The depraved actions of mankind grieved God in His most holy heart.

God responded to man’s sin in a holy and righteous manner, but also in a way that salvaged mankind. “So the LORD said, ‘I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created - and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground- for I regret that I have made them.’ But Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD” (Genesis 6:7–8). Yes, all people on earth died except the eight people who were found righteous in the eyes of God: Noah, Noah’s wife, and Noah’s three sons and their wives. Scripture indicates that Noah testified to the world about the coming flood for 120 years. The people who perished in the flood died because they refused to acknowledge God or seek His forgiveness. Noah, on the other hand, is described as righteous, blameless, and obedient in that he “walked with God” (Genesis 6:9).

Noah and his family became our ancestors. The polluted, unrighteous population of the world of Noah disappeared from the earth. Mankind was salvaged, and from the line of righteous Noah came the Son of Man, Jesus Christ our Lord, who died to save those who call upon His name.

[angel-derangement]

in supernatural the heavenly, the human, and the demonic exist on a spectrum that allows characters movement between these states. It goes something like:

archangel -> angel -> human -> dead human -> demon

however, there are limitations to this. For example, it is possible to move backwards along this spectrum, but only if you have previously been at the level you are moving up to ie. an angel can become a human then become an angel again, but a human cannot become an angel.

there are also branches that one can become at various points along this spectrum, such as a vampire, a werewolf, or whatever the hell lucifer is. an evil archangel I guess.

oh, and you can also seem to become god but you have to get pregnant in a fetish way.

Speaking of pregnant, it is also the case that people at different points on this spectrum can interbreed - creating nephilim or the anti christ.

Anyway. All this to say. They’re the same species. They’re all the same species. No wonder they all look like regular dudes when they’re all just the same thing. What the fuck.