#also I guess Adam would be the chosen one?

[14thgalerie]

under pressure

• pairing: theodore nott x reader

• now playing: linger by the cranberries

• word count: 2.4k

• genre: angst

— an old piece that i never finished but i just wanted to post something because my account is so dead. i know exams work differently in hogwarts but for this one, let's just pretend that they do a semestral exam also.

“Theo?” You call from behind him, as you enter the common room where he sits in solitude. 

He makes no sound to acknowledge that he’s heard you, simply continuing to stare off into space. Long, slender fingers rhythmically tapping on his thighs.

Ignoring this, you make yourself comfortable on the nearest available seat, angling your body to face him. “You would not believe what I got for History of Magic!” You excitedly begin and with much enthusiasm, “But first you have to guess!”

Again, a silence greets you. This sparks concern in you since it was very unusual behaviour from him. But before you could ask, he emits a curious hum, still not looking directly at you. “What did you get?”

“You’re no fun.” You playfully jab at him, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. “Anyways! I got an Outstanding! Can you believe that?”

“It would’ve been hilarious if you hadn’t.” Is all he says in a deadpan, hollow voice. “What do you mean by that?” You prod.

“Imagine taking all of my time just for you to fail once again. I would have actually thrown myself off the pitch. ”

The muted glow of the scattered lamps and candles cast shadows on the walls, creating an ambiance that mirrors the strained emotions between you and Theo. The distant sound of chatter and laughter in the dorm rooms only served to accentuate the silence that ensued.

He sighs, “I am tired. Tired of your complaining, of your whines, of your stupidity over such a simple course. You are so excited over this when it isn’t something to be necessarily proud of. You know…” Theo trails off in an amused manner as if he has realised something funny.

“I find it funny how you are sitting all proud and excited about this one exam when in reality, it was all because of me. You wouldn’t have even gotten half of what you had if it weren't for me or with the help of the others. Leeching off of us like a goddamn parasite who hasn’t a mind of her own.”

Words fail you, unable to conjure up even a whisper in your shock. You stand up slowly, breathing out an unsteady exhale.

The words break on your skin like whips, cracking and splitting open still healing wounds. 

“I have never asked you for anything, need I remind you? You were the one who insisted on spending your oh so precious time teaching me. Time and time again, I reassured you that I could do it myself because I didn’t want you to waste it on me. Yet, it was always fine with you and you were adamant on doing it so don’t you dare put this on me now.” You grit out. “I have no idea as to why you are acting like a rabid dog, snapping at me unprovoked, but nothing will ever warrant that kind of behaviour. “ You shake your head sharply, glaring at him from underneath your eyebrow. 

You felt yourself becoming dizzy with panic and anxiety, confusion with the whole situation making it worse by the second. It was spreading so quickly and far into the recesses of your soul that you would fall to your knees if not for the support of the couch behind you.

Not willing to have him see you break down from his nonchalant words that were deliberately chosen to attack your deepest insecurities— unable to understand how it so easily came from the last person you expected it from. You quickly move towards the stairs, ignoring the weak call of your name. 

Tick, tock, tick, tock. 

Seconds—or was it minutes— slipped away since you have made the decision to lock yourself in your room. Leaving the room before everything gets worse. Surrounding yourself with a number of inked parchments that are filled with hundreds of thousands of words, none of which your brain registers. Despite your earnest desire to find solace with work, it was all futile as they were only mere words on paper that held no significance in comparison to what was brewing in your mind.

Instead, an incessant question pesters you. Was it really something to be so excited over? Lost in a silent deep rumination, accompanied only by the rhythmic flutter of an owl's wings as they flew past your open window and the rustling trees to occupy the silence. 

Tick, tock, tick, tock. 

The clock is still there to remind me of the hours that have passed— 3 and a quarter to be precise.

Perhaps you were being too over the top but you hadn’t meant to. The pure, unadulterated exhilaration overwhelmed you after Professor Binns called you aside after your last exam. It had become an accepted knowledge to you that History of Magic wasn’t necessarily your strongest suit. Enough so that it would’ve been perfectly fine for you to receive a less-than-average result.

To hear how exceptional you had done this time, possibly even greater than many of your classmates, your mind instinctively went to share your achievement with Theo. After all, he was the one who patiently dedicated hours guiding you in your review and it took precedence over his own. Assurances, that came off as more of arrogance, of how he would do just fine and that he could ace it even if he wore a blindfold.

Maybe that’s where it all went wrong. Could it have been the lack of sleep before? He does get a bit irritable with a lack of rest. You’ve seen it personally in the weeks that lead up to Quidditch games. The fatigue, in addition to the stress of the final exams before the holidays, must’ve steered him into that state. 

Despite feeling upset and somewhat finding fault within yourself, you couldn’t muster up the will to apologise first. While his behaviour tonight could have been explainable, for goodness’ sake, the way that he has gone about it was unwarranted— shouting and hurling the harshest words that he is capable of, at you. The person that rejected every offer, made by him, because you were scared to impose on his studying hours. Now he cannot even be happy at what you had worked so dedicatedly on with him?

After spending hours in the cold and dark room, doing nothing but ruminating on the argument, you realise that you refuse to allow his words to dampen your joy and excitement any more than they have already. Sitting up straight, you stretch your arms wide. Swiftly tidying the scattered papers and dried pens into an acceptable arrangement in your trunk before you settle down beneath your duvet cover. Giving up on the idea of getting any work done when your mind was elsewhere.

The both of you made plans to have a sleepover in your dorm room after your roommates announced that they would be spending the night elsewhere. However, it will be safe to say that the idea had crumbled into non-existence after the heated exchange of words between the two of you. 

As you lay there on your side, facing the stone wall with your back to the door, you couldn’t help but reflect on your argument. A hailing storm brewed in the furrows of your mind, unable to piece together what exactly you should do. The only thing you wanted was to hear his beating heart beneath you as you lay on his chest. But you knew that it wouldn’t be right for yourself to concede.

Of all the ways that you’ve imagined for him to react, what had truly occurred did not even appear in your mind. It left you tossing and turning in frustration and confusion, unable to fall asleep in peace. Only the warmth and lasting scent of his cologne on your duvet keep you calm— the realisation that you couldn’t even properly be mad at him makes you huff.

In the silent war within you, you were deaf to the aged door groaning in protest as its rusty hinges emitted a creaking sound that left the person behind it wincing. Nor did you hear the unusually gentle footsteps that followed.

So much so that even the shadows that lurked within the walls would have thought that the footsteps were a figment of their imagination. In the way that the presence hesitated outside of your room as if they were heavily contemplating.

It was only at the weighted dip of the bed behind you and the hesitant arm that crept around your waist that were you pulled from your trance. Yet, you bore no intent of recognition for him even as he had fully suited himself behind you with his chin tucked in the crook of your neck.

As his presence enveloped you, he began with a slight tremor in his voice. “Y/N…I-“

“I could write and speak a thousand sorry’s and reasons for why the words had so easily slipped from my lips, but they will never unspeak them from existence. I promised your mama that I will never let a speck of hurt flash across those eyes, and I will forever apologise to her for breaking that promise.” A shaky exhale lines the last few syllables. “I was so unnecessarily horrible and mean to you without meaning to. So consumed by this- this emotion that flooded me, something that I had lost control over.”

Every syllable was accompanied by a hesitant tone that left the words sounding shaky; nervous. Coupled with the drop of tears that lined your neck right where his head sat.

You listened, listening to his apology, but the wounds were still fresh. The echo of his sharp words runs deep beneath your skin, embedded into your bones, prickling with every second you are reminded of them. The sincerity in his voice clashed with the pain he had caused with his words, leaving you torn between the desire to understand and the reluctance to let go of the hurt.

“You really hurt my feelings, Theo.” If he wasn’t already drowning in misery, hearing his name fall from your lips after he worked many weeks to be called something else had him gasping for breath. “I genuinely want to forgive you, but at this moment, I can’t quite find it in me to do so. You blew up on me for absolutely no reason. I need you to help me understand, to give me a reason behind your outburst, not mere words of guilt. Because even if you say sorry a thousand times, I would never be able to forgive you for clearly attacking me where I would greatly feel it.

His voice, meek in the tense air between the two of you, unfolded with a raw honesty that lays bare his desperation for this to be over.

“The exhaustion from lack of sleep and finding that I barely got a passing grade…It was a bit too much for me. I have no idea why it even bothered me when, for so long, I could hardly give a damn about these stupid exams," he shared, sighing with exasperation.

A pang of guilt and shame flared within your chest at the knowledge. The initial shadow of hesitation and guilt that crept on you the days before came rushing back in. You should’ve known better than to allow him to persuade you. Turning around on the bed to face him. But before you could wallow yourself in these emotions, Theo quickly puts your mind to rest.

“Don’t blame yourself, darling.” He tenderly pushes a thumb against the forming frown on your forehead. “I should have told you that I needed to study also instead of leaving it to luck. I guess I was being a bit of a confident prick that got used to not reviewing for an exam that I fully forgot I missed a few lectures a few weeks ago. I truthfully never had and never will blame you, not when I had been the one, adamant enough, to help you out despite your protests.”

His admission carried a mix of self-awareness and remorse. The vulnerability that was clear in his words began to bridge the hesitance inside of you to relax, the layers of miscommunication slowly peeling away. 

You could sense the weight he carried. Despite his casual indifference to his studies, you knew that it was something that he silently prided himself in. To have that be ruined in addition to the cumulative stress that built up over time with his hectic schedule. Being reminded that even if he may seem so perfect on the surface, beneath that, he was still human; flawed, vulnerable, and young. Although the hurt had begun to shift, not fully dissipating yet, it had turned into a sense of empathy that allowed you a clarity of thinking.

A small, understanding hum escaped you. The strain in your voice is gone now, ”We need to work on our communication, then. No longer hiding things from each other for any reason, even if we think it does not matter. Part of our relationship is to work our problems side by side, even if it doesn’t concern the other. We shouldn’t have things fester until it explodes on us.” 

He nods, burying his head back into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you.” You gently pull his head back and look at him fondly. “And we need to also address the way you spoke to me earlier. Just because we were in the heat of the moment and lost in our emotions does not mean you have the right to do that, not when my mom raised me without raising her voice.”

“I’m really sorry. Merlin…I can still see the look on your face and I don’t think I would ever forget and forgive myself for being the reason behind it”. “I won’t say I forgive you just yet, that’s a boundary crossed for me. We should’ve had this talk in the beginning but better now than never. Let’s take a pause for now, and resume this conversation with a clear head.” He met your gaze with a blend of appreciation and a sense of resolve. 

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[katakaluptastrophy]

You know how it goes: through some incredible circumstances, God and a young woman living under the shadow of an oppressive empire have a metaphysically unusual baby who grows up to be a general nuisance, won't stay dead, and sports a few additional holes...

It's the third Sunday of Advent and I'm a little concerned Bible studies for weird goth kids might be turning into a series... Let's talk about the Blessed Virgin Mary and Commander Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity.

Wake was probably never described as "gentle", "meek", or "mild", but there are a few similarities: distinctive outfits, snazzy shrines, commitment to putting down the mighty from their seats, and of course babies with great and terrible destinies niftily conceived without sex.

On the topic of conception, let's clear up a common, uh, misconception: the term "immaculate conception" does not refer to Mary becoming pregnant with Jesus. It's Mary's own conception.

Why are we talking about how Mary was conceived and what does this have to do with lesbian necromancers?

To answer that question, we have to go back further still, way before Mary's conception. Back to these guys and their unfortunate snack cravings:

Remember how last time we talked about the concept of being in a state of grace? Well, the Christian read on Adam and Eve is that a state of grace was, as it were, the factory setting for humanity. They were fully in tune with God, there was no sickness or death, there was no sin. Until, that is, the whole unfortunate business with the apple. The first sin. The world is fundamentally altered. Humanity is expelled from paradise, burdened with sin, death, disease, patriarchy, and work. Worse, this sinful human nature turns out to be sexually transmissible: every human being is born tainted by this "original sin" of Adam and Eve.

This is why Catholicism is so big on baptising babies: even if they're many years off being able to commit any sins themselves (a sin has to be something consciously chosen and understood), they're still contaminated by that original sin of Adam and Eve. Baptism is understood to erase original sin, wiping the slate clean.

Bear with me, we'll be back to necromancers soon I promise. Have a picture of Mary beating up the devil while an angel holds baby Jesus:

OK, but what does Adam and Eve's danger snack have to do with Mary's conception?

The "immaculate conception" refers to the idea that unlike every human being between Adam and Jesus, Mary was conceived without the contamination of original sin. The rationale for this is complex, but essentially boils down to something like the saving power of Jesus not being bound by piffling things like time and space and thus saving his mother before her own conception and allowing himself to also be conceived and born sinless.

But the important bit is that something specific about Mary means that she is uniquely able to be pregnant with Jesus.

You may be starting to guess where this is going...

Because while unconventional pregnancy seems to have been the plan from the get-go for Jesus, it was not with the artist formerly known as The Bomb:

“I had the baby,” said Wake. “The baby I’d had to incubate myself for nine long fucking months, when the foetal dummies these two gave me died.”

“Oh, God, it was yours,” said Augustine, in horror. “I thought you’d used in vitro on one of Mercy’s—”

“I said they all died,” said Wake. “The dummies died. The ova died. Only the sample was still active, no idea how considering it was twelve weeks after the fact, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“So you used it on yourself,” said Augustine. “Anything for the revolution, eh, Wake?”

We have to assume the foetal dummies plan was hatched by Mercymorn, a brilliant scientist with a myriad of experience. If the problem encountered by Wake were as simple as Lyctoral infertility, I suspect Mercy would have spotted that long before.

But what do Wake and John have in common that Mercymorn or any of the other ova-having residents of the Mithraeum did not? They are both (to some extent at least) factory setting humans: unlike everyone else in the Dominicus system, they never died and were resurrected, nor are they the descendants people who were. John's abilities, while macabre, are not straightforwardly the necromancy otherwise practiced in the Houses. That necromancy is a direct result of one specific act of taking that resulted in the very nature of the world changing: a thanergetic system, inhabited by human beings who, necromancer or not, are fundamentally tainted by thanergy and by the after effects of that action of John's. You might call it a sin. An indelible sin. He does.

It's not an exact parallel, but necromancy certainly occupies a space not dissimilar to original sin: the result of a single action, tainting every descendant of its progenitors regardless of their actions of abilities.

And then enter Gideon, born in space away from the thanergetic energy of the Dominicus system to a mother lacking the 10,000 year intergenerational burden of the resurrection and necromancy. The child of Jod, born to die.

[yuikomorii]

This is from your young blood post i saw: I’ve heard people didn’t like the fact that rejet made ayato out to be the adam but i don’t really understand as to why?? Wouldn’t this add more depth to the franchise. For example, Subaru, he’s known for openly hating his father so I was thinking, doesn’t that add a lot more drama to his route or atleast subtle irony? Also Reiji, he admires his father but isn’t adam. I think the young blood chapter was amazing and adds onto the whole like semi forbidden love?? or dark romance bit.

// Honestly, I’ve only seen Western fans complain about it, because in Japan, everyone in the DL fandom seems to love and respect Ayato. He has the highest desire rate and the biggest fanbase in EA.

Aside from his marketing appeal, I genuinely believe Ayato is “the chosen one” because he possesses innate traits that others either never had or lost at a much younger age. Despite his life being a living hell, Ayato, as a child, was never deliberately rude to anyone, and remained selfless and compassionate. In YB, after discovering that Laito and Kanato are missing, he’s willing to risk his own life to go back for them, even knowing the danger he could face. Later, when he’s used as bait and his absence goes unnoticed by his brothers after meeting again, his first thought upon reaching the fig tree is “I don’t know what happened to Shu and Subaru… no way they got eaten, right?”. Even after he nearly got killed, Ayato’s instinct is to worry about his brothers’ safety.

What Karlheinz says to him here could also be a factor. Ayato's ability to continue cherishing life, despite how badly he was treated by people around him, and his mental resilience in the face of what he's endured, make him the perfect candidate.

I agree that other characters had a stronger connection to the Karlheinz plot and it would have been more interesting, but I kind of like how Ayato is positioned as this special and different being in canon, even though no one—not even the characters themselves—can really explain why. I guess what makes Ayato “Adam” to Karlheinz is simply the fact that he’s Ayato. 😂😂

Credit to dialovers-translations and tournesolia on tumblr

[louthesawgirl]

What each Saw character would get as a Tesco meal deal (scientifically accurate)

Hello everyone, I decided as my debut long Saw shitpost, I thought I would decide what meal deals different Saw characters would opt for if they stumbled into a Tesco and were a bit peckish after setting up a few traps.

If you’re not from the U.K. or Ireland and are not familiar with the British & Irish institutions of a meal deal, it’s basically a packaged sandwich, pasta pot, salad, bit of sushi maybe alongside a snack item and a drink for a fixed price (it used to be around £3/ €4 but the shops are taking the piss now). Meal deals are considered a treasured institution here and are an indication of your personality. People judge your character based on what you get between two slices of cheap bread.

Here’s what different Saw characters would get for a Tesco meal deal:

Adam (Faulkner) Stanheight

1. Southern fried chicken chipotle mayo sub

2. Doritos cheese flavour

3. Vimto still drink

Judging on how we know Adam is quite an unorganised adult struggling to adult most days, I would assume he opts for high energy foods to keep his tastebuds happy. Cheese, spiced chicken and fruity drinks seem up his street. Plus, Vimto is a very Mancunian thing and if Saw was set in the U.K., there’s no way Adam would not be from Manchester.

Dr Lawrence (Larry) Gordon

1. Eat Your Greens Feta Salad

2. Apple & Grape snack pot

3. Chilled Iced Latte

I feel like because Larry is a doctor, he prioritises convenience but also eats healthily. I also imagine him to be meat free/ vegetarian so that explains the feta & greens salad (I don’t think he’d be vegan though, he seems like he loves proper cheese too much). Larry seems like he’d always be carrying breath mints or tictacs to minimise the cheese or coffee breath- nobody needs a waft of that when being told they’ve got 6 months left to live.

Amanda Young

1. BLT sandwich

2. Walkers Thai Sweet Chilli Sensations Crisps

3. Monster Energy drink (chosen based on packaging colours to match mood)

Amanda is a busy lady planning traps and building contraptions designed to almost certainly kill people. She seems like she enjoys a bit of spice along with classic comfort combinations.

John Kramer

- Chicken & bacon sandwich

- Egg snack pot

- Green smoothie

John seems like he’s mindful of what he puts into his body considering he’s consistently a salt & vinegar crisp away from death with the cancer and all. He’s also a very smart man so he would know the best value for money combination with a meal deal is getting an overpriced fruit smoothie for a drink.

Mark Hoffman

- All Day Breakfast sandwich (triple)

- Walkers Max Salt & Vinegar crisps

- Red Bull

Mark seems like he can’t get enough of bacon & sausage, even though it’s cold and not exactly very fresh. Maybe he’d even have a bit of HP brown sauce with it. Mark would also probably make immature jibes towards vegans and vegetarians because he’s that kind of man. Considering Mark works overtime setting up traps and evading capture, all he’d be drinking by the events of Saw 7 would be energy drinks.

Jill Tuck

- Egg & Cress sandwich

- Arla strawberry protein yogurt

- Bottle of water

Jill is a bit… bland. I’m sorry but I just have to say it. Egg & cress perfectly summarises Jill’s personality as seen in movies 4-7 between two pieces of bread.

Peter Strahm

- Deli style cheese & pickle sandwich

- Smoked salmon sushi pack

- Pepsi Max

Strahm made some good decisions, some regrettable ones and one very very dumb decision during his time in the Saw universe. Just like his track record with making poor decisions, I’d guess Peter would get some supermarket sushi as a snack with his meal deal- not very fresh nor authentic and will leave you wondering why you couldn’t have got a pack of reliable crisps or a chocolate bar instead.

Lindsey Perez

- Feta & sundried tomato pasta

- Propercorn sweet & salty popcorn

- Fanta orange

Perez is a great character and so she would get a meal deal to reflect that. Why do I also imagine Lindsey being veggie?

Eric Matthews

- Meatball marinara sub

- Walkers Monster Munch Pickled Onion crisps

- Red Bull

I feel like this choice accurately reflects Eric. It’s a combination that’s maybe reflective of an immature palette, maybe even a sort of guilty pleasure combination. I wonder if he’d put the monster munch hands (or feet) on his fingers and eat them like that.

Hope you enjoyed my incredibly British saw shitpost x

[mxlissaliss]

Happy Mother's Day ft. Hades, Poseidon and Adam (RoR)

Notes: Just some headcanons of your sweet self choosing thoughtful gifts for your momma with the company of your dad, yippee. A bit too long, perhaps.

• That's it, and Happy Mother's Day y'all!

☠️ Hades

-These kinds of events were considerably insignificant for the Gods. They were immortal beings that have existed for eons, entire lifetimes of knowledge and infinite experience.

- Not for Hades, though, because both he and Persephone were so in love with you the moment you were born that, all of a sudden, counting the days started to make sense.

- Every year for Mother's Day, both you and Hades would work together to get Persephone a ton of presents that you knew she'd love.

- However, this year things went a little differently.

- There you were, walking through your private garden, meticulously picking different flowers for a beautiful bouquet you wanted to make for her, going through each one to examine it carefully. Your fingers inspected the petals, their texture, their color, how they smelled… Oh, and that was just a little detail. A servant behind you was carrying at least six bags filled with jewelry, perfumes, sweets and even more flowery gifts for you angel of a mother!

- And guess what, out of all those presents, your father had only chosen two. The rest of the contents inside those bags remained a mystery to him because an emergency meeting delayed his arrival to the shopping spree, and you already had those bags when he made an appearance.

- Speaking of your father, he was standing a few meters away from you, observing from afar. To say that he was shocked would have been an understatement.

- He was FLABBERGASTED because how in all of Helheim did you manage to outthink him when it came to choosing gifts? And for his beloved wife, no less?! Nonsense! He married Persephone eons ago and knew her better than anyone else, he was absolutely sure! So, uh…

- How the hell did you think of all those other gifts?

- Alright, you were as witty and thoughtful as him, that much he knew. His chest would swell with a warm feeling of pride whenever you managed to beat him at a chess game, or hold a discussion about usually difficult-to-talk-about subjects without stuttering at all.

- He also knew that you guys had similar taste for an awful lot of things, such as music, art, colors, decoration, literature, history, and so on. But even so, how could you possibly think so quickly about this huge amount of things for your mother when he couldn't?

- Wait, no, he was not going to act like a competitive idiot with his daughter. After all, he had promised Persephone last night to take her out for a fancy dinner, then an intimate walk through Helheim and, lastly, some fun time alone in their bedchambers.

- Still! Did you get the advantage because he was too focused on his endless workload that he somehow neglected a part of this special day for his beloved? Or was he finally getting old and doomed to be beat from now on by his own youngling?

- Oh, the sheer horror…

“Papaaa, is someone home?” You waved your hand before his eyes with a raised eyebrow, not knowing why your father seemed so out of it for a moment there. That was uncharacteristic of him.

Hades blinked a couple of times and sighed heavily, before cracking his serious expression with a proud smirk that made you smile, “It seems that you have surpassed your old man this year with the presents. Good to see, my child.”

You stared at him for a minute or two, before waving a dismissive hand with slightly colored cheeks, “Oh, no, none of that. You just wrote down the list of gifts for this year and left it unattended on your desk. Cerberus brought it to me last night thinking that it was a list of chores, and I came to realize after reading it that most of your ideas were the same as my own. Crazy, isn't it?”

- Oh, so that was it. He had to laugh loudly at that because it was so simple it became a joke.

- By the time you made it home, Persephone barely had a chance to speak before you jumped straight into her arms, grinning widely.

- Hades followed behind, handing her half of the gifts while you gave her the other half.

- In the end, the majority of the gifts you chose were the same ones he wanted to buy first, which earned you a hearty laugh and some head pats.

- Cerberus, of course, also received his well-deserved snuggles and belly rubs. What a good hellhound.

- While your mother opened her presents in delight, you recalled your father's words earlier today on the way home.

“It seems that we had the same ideas, huh? Well, let's just say that it all came from your wallet this year… Next time, though, it will be my treat.”

🌊 Poseidon

- Mother's Day? Gifts? Dinner date? What the heck were you even saying?

- Your father was known for a lot of things, but if you ever had to list the most important ones, you'd go with: first of all, a very busy man; second, a serious, powerful deity that rules his domain with an iron fist. Never doubts, never stutters and won't ever stand for any kind of bullshit; and third, an a*hole.

- You loved him, you really did, and you knew it was mutual. Out of all his offspring, you were the only one that he openly cared for (Triton also made it into that list, but not nearly as close as you).

- You also knew that he loved Amphitrite despite his apparent inability to show it. It was difficult to understand until you reached a more mature age, but even so, you couldn't help but wonder why out of all his brothers, your father was the worst when it came to being affectionate.

- This God could be so stubborn and irrational sometimes, he immediately declined all the offers you did without time for explanations.

- Nevertheless, all you had to do was use your ridiculously adorable and convincing puppy-dog-eyes to get him to go shopping for gifts with you a day before the occasion.

- The things is, presents have become an almost insignificant thing for your father, and you couldn't blame him for it, in a way.

- Wealthy like no other, feared and respected by every single deity out there, it was tacit that anything and everything would get straight into his hands should he ever ask for it. So… Choosing gifts for Amphitrite was not easy because it probably didn't even cross his mind. He could get her anything she wanted, whenever she wanted, so what was the point of doing it for a specific day?

- On your side, you had very good ideas and got a rather large selection of gifts for your beloved mother. She wasn't all that complicated to please, really. Handmade details and useful presents were her favorite, and you already had those prepared months back in your chambers.

- But your father was having a rather… Difficult time with this entire ordeal. You could say it was almost comical to see him glaring at a necklace made of blue pearls, as if it would burn from his gaze alone.

- Though, more than disgust or contempt, it was a look of condescension.

“Papa,” you approached him with a little smile, trying not to laugh at his expression, “I can tell you're having a hard time choosing something for mom… Need any help?”

- No response, he simply scoffed and turned around, leaving you alone with the servants at the boutique.

- Whatever, you kind of expected a reaction of sorts so you just shrugged it off and continued to look around for more presents. Your mother deserved to be spoiled, and everything was going as planned.

- Except for one little surprise you definitely did not foresee for the night; your father, sitting at his desk with a painfully focused expression as he inserted a new pearl in the thin, delicate and almost invisible silk threads. The gems gleamed with a soft blue light, but they also had this purple tone to them that turned pink at a certain angle. It was so beautiful…

- Wait, was he making a necklace? Ooooh, so that was it. He was glaring at the jewelry earlier today because he thought he could do better than that. Typical move from your tyrant of a father.

- But what made for a truly heartwarming sight was the tiny hint of a smile on his otherwise stoic face when he finished the necklet and held it up against the moonlight that entered through the skylight, and how he made sure to set it down gently inside a small gift-box that he grabbed from a drawer.

- Once again, you simply smiled and quietly leaned against the doorframe, not making a sound as to not disrupt his little moment.

- You immediately knew that your mother was going to be elated to receive a handmade gift from her usually cold husband.

- … Well, even if you knew that he was most likely going to deny the love allegations and hide it all behind a predictable “doing it out of pride and not because he knew that his wife liked handcrafted details” bullshit argument.

- The gift was what mattered, anyways!

🍃 Adam

- Quite the opposite from the other two, your father was even more excited than you at the prospect of Mother's Day.

- He loved Eve so dearly that any excuse to spoil her rotten with riches and gifts was valid. And you thought the same, because your sweet mother deserved it.

- However, Adam always ended up making it feel like a competition, which wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that he's always loved to rub it on your face every time he felt like he won.

- But this year? You wouldn’t let it happen again. You had enough!

- You grabbed your bag, your absurdly long list titled “present ideas for mama Eve A.K.A. Best Mama Ever” and headed out.

- … Welp.

- Time skip to six hours later, you had practically run through almost every single store your could find, and always came out with at least two items.

- Purse? Empty. List? Overdone. Brain? Fried? Blood circulation? Cut short because of all the heavy bags you were carrying. What's it called? Yeah, a successful shopping trip.

- Life was all sparkles, birds chirping and smiles, until…

“What?! You did not just get all of that for your mother!” That was your father's voice, and much to your utter surprise, he was holding lesser amount of items in his own arms (barely two or three bags less than you, actually).

“Papa! Do you need help carrying th-“ you paused, taking a few seconds to process the sight in front of you before an almost wicked smirk formed on your face. “Hah! I win, you old man! Time is up and I got mama the most things!”

- Adam was visibly irked by your mockery, but you were right, time was up because Eve was probably home waiting for the two of you, and taking extra time to get her more stuff would only allow you to go home to her faster. Crap.

- … You guessed right again. A race, which ended up in a tie after you both slammed the front doors open at the same time and with the same intensity (insanity).

“Mama!”

“My love!”

- At the sound of your voices, Eve came downstairs immediately. She was getting ready to go out after Cain and Abel suggested to go out for dinner, to celebrate the special day as a family.

- And oh, how beautiful she looked with her long, blonde hair styled up with soft curls, wearing a mesmerizing emerald green dress, and her angelic smile that always managed to outshine the sun itself.

- Your mother was the most beautiful woman in the universe, and both you and your father sighed contently at the sight of her.

“You are finally home! I was starting to get worried wh- ah!” Before Eve could continue, you shoved a flower bouquet in her arms while Adam quickly stood behind his wife, holding up her hair momentarily to put on a beautiful necklace with a leaf charm on her snow-white neck.

- Just like that, twenty more minutes passed, with you and your father practically burying your mom under her gifts one by one, until she had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. The two of you looked so comically concentrated on the gifts that all Eve could was grin warmly while being showered with your gentle (not really) affections.

- The sound of her laugh was enough to snap you out of your little trance, and seeing Eve so happy, overwhelmed with joy, you two finally toned it down a bit.

- In the end, you looked up at your dad and laughed in sync, not caring anymore about your silly little competition. At least, not for the time being. All that mattered was that your mother was happy and ready to enjoy a fancy meal and some quality time in family.

- Next year, though, you were definitely going to crush that old man of yours.

[stairain]

All Aboard.

When you meet a handsome stranger on the train home, he's adamant from the moment your gazes lock that he’ll get a taste of you. 

Warnings: Soft Dom Spencer, female oral, cunnilingus, pussy eating, however you want to say it. If you search up images of “luxury sleeper train” you'll see my vision.  

WC: 3.4K

Traveling by train was one of the most popular methods of transportation, and luckily for you, you found the tight confines of small rows and the insistent vibration of the tracks beneath you quite charming.

Walking slowly through the dimmed lounge area, you spotted a well dressed man sitting by himself, reading a newspaper. With a smile, you walk over to him and run your fingers over the cushion of the couch he was sitting on.

“Mind if I take a seat?” You say.

The man sets his newspaper aside, giving you a polite nod of his head as he seems to look you up and down.

“Not at all,” He replies. “Please, have a seat.”

He seems friendly, but you can’t help but feel that there is perhaps something a little more to him than meets the eye. 

A flirtatious smile crosses your face at his kind words, and you take your time settling into the seat across from him. He picks up the newspaper, but his eyes don’t seem to dance across the pages like they used to, no, he was focused on you. 

You cross your leg over the other, your smooth skin peeking out from the slit of dress you wore. Waiting to see who would break the tension first, you don’t break your gaze from him. 

He notices your mischievous smile, and can’t help but smile back. He also can’t help but notice your legs, and makes no effort to hide his admiration of them. You feel a tingle of excitement as you catch him looking at your thighs, and part of you wishes you’d chosen a skirt that showed them off more.

Despite the length of your dress, he certainly does like what he sees. 

Leaning forward a bit and resting your hands in your lap, you look at him with a curious glint in your eyes.

“So, are you traveling for business, or for pleasure?”

An innocent question on the surface, but he knew better than that. You weren’t here to make small talk.

“You can call it business,” He replies, with a smirk that tells you he knows exactly what you’re up to.

As he leans back in his seat, he gives you another thorough look up and down, eyes dragging up your body and taking in every detail of your appearance. 

“And you’re here for … pleasure, I take it?” He says, with a knowing grin. The newspaper in his hand ruffles a bit.

A small chuckle leaves through your noise in a soft huff.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself just yet, sweetheart..”

Your tone is playful as you slowly start to uncross your legs. His eyes flicker down to your thighs for a moment, much to your satisfaction. A watchful gaze lingers on your legs for a split second more before moving back up to meet yours. He knows exactly what you’re up to and is more than satisfied by it. And so are you. 

“I have a proposal for you,” He says after a moment’s silence, reaching for a card in his inside pocket, which he then places on the table between you.

You lean forward and pick it up, your nimble fingers toying with the card before reading over it.

The man smiles as he watches you handle and read over the card, enjoying the way your fingers dance across the surface of the card.

The card reads simply:

Dr. Spencer Reid. XXX-XXX-XXXX

“You know what to do,” He whispers with a wink and a smile.

A small scoff leaves your lips as you slip the card into the pocket of your fur coat. “Good evening, sir.” 

You say, voice low and sultry as you stand up and retreat back to your sleeping quarters. You can feel his eyes boring holes into your body, undressing you with every sway of your hips as you walk away from him.

His gaze never leaves you as you walk away, and he can’t help but imagine what you might be hiding underneath that fur coat. He tries to imagine the curves of your body beneath the fabric, but knows that he can only guess, and his imagination would never do you justice. 

Closing the doors to your room, you shove off your coat and throw it on the ground. You bend down to retrieve the card before you step over the pile of fur and walk over to your bed, laying down on it as you reach for the rotary phone perched on the bedside table.

You rotate your finger on the dial until you’ve successfully entered his phone number. You wait a few moments as the call goes through.

The phone rings once, then twice, then three times, before a voice at the other end eventually answers.

“Hello?” a deep, masculine voice says through the receiver.

It is, of course, the same man you talked to earlier, now on the other end of the line. He sounds amused, as though he was expecting your call tonight.

“Have I reached Dr. Reid?”

The gravelly tone in your voice doesn’t do anything to mask your desire for him. You place the card on the table before toying with the cord of the phone.

He doesn’t need to be told who you are– he remembers where he met you this evening all too well.

“The one and only.” He replies, his voice low, smooth, and arrogant.

He knows exactly what he wants– and he knows exactly what you want, too. He doesn’t have to say a word– his breathless voice tells you everything.

“Room 134, don’t keep me waiting, Doctor.”

Is all you say before he hears the dial tone ring through, you’ve hung up on him. You’re expecting him, and he won't keep you waiting for long.

As you put the receiver back on the hook, a smile crosses your face. You know exactly what you want, and you know exactly how to get it.

There’s a firm knock at your doors no more than a minute later, and with a smirk you lay yourself out on the sheets as you await him.

“Come in.”

Your sweet voice travels through the luxurious lumber of the only thing keeping you two apart. 

You hear the sound of the door handle turning, and then the door opens to reveal the same man you’d spoken to earlier that evening.

He enters the room and closes the door behind him, before approaching you with confident strides.

“I see you took me up on my offer.” He says with a cheeky grin. He looks at your body on the bed and puts his hands in his pockets. 

You sigh and beckon him over with those irresistibly seductive eyes of yours, he can’t help the pull his body feels as he gravitates towards you.

“Better make it worth it then, Doctor.”

Leaning up and resting your head on your fist, your wide eyes play an expression in innocence for him.

Spencer moves forward and kisses you deeply, his lips pressed against yours as his hands run through your hair. It's a passionate kiss, filled with desire and excitement, and it leaves you feeling breathless.

His body is pressed up against yours, and you can feel his breath against your neck as he whispers in your ear. 

"It’ll be worth it, I assure you." He says, his voice low and quite sure of himself.

His words send a shiver down your spine and a heat up your cheeks. Biting your lip, you crane your head to the side, an invitation.

He leans forward and kisses you deeply again, his tongue pressing against yours as he explores your mouth thoroughly. He pulls his hands down your back and begins to untie your dress, revealing the soft skin beneath the fabric.

He's not taking his time, that's for sure. He knows what he wants- and now he wants to see more of you.

Arching your back in his hold, you feel the way he impatiently peels the fabric off of your aching body. His fingers thumb the dress off of your form, pulling it down your legs until you’re left in nothing but your matching undergarments. He throws the dress down next to your coat.

He looks down at your body and smiles, before slowly reaching down to lift you off the bed and into his arms. He takes a few strides across the room to the fancy cushioned chair that sits by the window, before gently lowering you down into it and coming to stand over you.

His intense gaze makes your heart race as he leans over you, reaching out with his hand to gently caress your thigh. 

Your thighs involuntarily spread as his touch sends a rush of arousal through you. With a pleading look, you feel your heart pounding in your chest as he lowers himself down to his knees in front of you.

You can't help but hold your breath as you watch him do so. It's a very flattering angle for you, and you certainly won't complain about him seeing you from this perspective. His curly brown locks peek out from between your plush thighs as he admires his own view. 

Slightly slouching against the cushions, beautiful thighs parted just for him, your face looking as beautiful as ever. You were like a work of art to him, and not that he needed aid with his desire for you, but the way you looked down at him made his cock harden in his trousers even more. 

Spencer leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close as he pressed gentle kisses up your thighs. Your hands move to grip at the arms of the chair to stop yourself from collapsing, and you throw your head back in a soft sigh at the feeling. Despite not doing much, his touch felt burning hot. 

You can feel your throat tighten and your heart race. You want more, you need more– and you know he's the only one who can give you what you're looking for.

His large hands coax your body closer to him, and your legs part even farther around his form, and you move one leg to perch on his shoulder. You can see the way his eyes darken as his breath hitched in his throat. He looks up to you for a moment before he’s pulling your lingerie to the side. 

“God, look at you..” 

You can’t tell if he’s teasing you, or simply in awe of how wet you are, but neither really matters the second he presses a gentle kiss to your clit. A small trail of your slick connects his lips to your cunt and he’s quick to lick it all up. 

It’s almost as if you can pinpoint the exact moment he gets a good taste of you. His eyes dilate impossibly farther and his nostrils flare as he can’t seem to get enough air to his lungs as quickly as he needed. 

His eyes flash up to yours for an intimate moment, and you can feel his heavy breathing ghosting over your dripping folds. As your gazes intertwine, you give him a shaky nod. 

He reciprocates the nod before he allows his eyes to flutter shut and his tongue to part your folds. Your body jolts in the seat at the sensation, and you have to bite your lip to silence yourself. The walls on the train were thin, as you’d assume, and you didn’t need this to be cut short because of a noise complaint. 

Spencer’s tongue breaches your hole and thrusts inside of it, moaning into your pussy at the way your walls almost immediately clench around the muscle. His nose pushes against your throbbing clit and your hips ground down against it, slickening the skin and forcing him to breathe in your irresistible scent. 

You’re already gushing your arousal on his tongue, your silky folds are contracting around his mouth, and you can hear how he swallows each time he gets a good helping of your fluids. 

The soft fabric of your panties are getting soaked as well, much to his disdain. Without as much as pulling away a millimeter away from your cunt, he moves his hands from around your waist to your underwear. 

Taking the fabric in his hands, he’s quick to rip it apart with little resistance. A small satisfied noise leaves his mouth and vibrates against you, making you whimper. As soon as the torn fabric falls limp against the chair, he buries himself all the more deeper between your legs. 

Your legs clench around his head, now that his hands aren't holding you down, and he grasps firmly onto the fat of your thighs. His rough fingers dig into the plush flesh as he continues to eat you out like his life depended on it. 

Spencer’s tongue drags against your walls, stroking over every inch of your insides like he belonged there. As far as you were concerned, he did. 

The stranger knew just how to work you open and make you fall apart with just his tongue alone. His lips closed in around your clit and lightly sucked on the small bundle of nerves, in which your eyes stuttered in their sockets at the feeling. 

He looked up at you, a cocky smirk playing in his eyes as he continued to lap at your sopping cunt. He wanted nothing more than to be entirely surrounded by you, wanting every wet rush of arousal to cover every taste bud on his tongue. 

One of your hands leaves the arm of the chair and runs through his hair before gripping at the tresses and pulling him closer. You could feel his teeth pressing into your folds with how impossibly close he is to you, buried deep between your thighs and slurping at your juices like he’d never tasted anything better. 

His grip on your thighs loosens as he draws back from your cunt, much to your dissatisfaction. When you whimper in protest, he huffs in amusement, pressing one more kiss to your clit. 

“Please..” 

Your voice is no louder than a whisper as you tug on his hair in an attempt to get him back to where he was wedged between your legs, but he just smiles. 

“What if I want to take my time with you, madam?” 

It was your turn to smile as you looked over to the bedside table where you had last left the card. 

“I’ve got your number now, you can’t possibly think this is the last time you’ll see me?” 

Spencer smiles at the implication this won’t just be a one time thing, and breaks your gaze to look down at your dripping cunt. He’s not sure if the liquid pooling against the fabric of the chair is his spit, your slick, or a mix of both. 

There’s a fascination in his eyes for a moment before he dives back down, but this time, slower. He flattens his tongue out and drags it languidly up your pussy. From your soaked hole to your puffy clit, the heavy tug of the wet muscle against you has you squirming. 

You can feel every bump in his tongue as he tortures you with it, knowing you can’t do anything about it. There was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that yes, even though you were physically higher than he was, he had the upper hand on you. 

His aura dared you to try and defy him, inviting you to even attempt taking control from him. But despite this dominating aura, there was nothing threatening about this man, in fact, it was quite the opposite. As he grasped your thighs and traced your sticky folds, you couldn’t help but feel like you were meant for nothing more than for him to take care of you. 

 “It’s a shame you’ve been hidden from me for so long, it seems rather unfair I had to wait this long to taste you..” 

He mumbles against your cunt, and god do you think you could finish a thousand times over from just his voice alone. 

You begin to move your hips and grind your pussy against his face, and he stops his movements to dig his nails into your skin. A warning. 

“Relax, pretty girl. You don’t have to do anything while I’m here, you know I’ll take care of you.” 

Despite not even meeting this man more than an hour ago, you agree with him. Had you sat across from any other stranger, he would have to work all of his lifetime to please you as much as Spencer had been in the past ten minutes. 

You nod and relax back into his hold, letting your body go pliant in his grip as he twists his tongue over your clit. Resisting the urge to grind up or pull him by his hair has your legs twitching, you were so close, and you needed to get there now. But again, he was the only one who could give you what you needed, so you let him handle you. 

His lips, now shiny with your arousal, wrapped around the sensitive bundle and began to suck like he was made for that purpose only. Your hips twitch and your thighs clench erratically against his head, moans and whimpers pouring from between your lips. 

Disregarding your previous worries about noise complaints, you let the noises rip through your throat. There’s not much else you could’ve done, not when the stunning man between your legs was pulling your clit between his teeth and coaxing your orgasm out of your trembling body, begging for you to burst all over his face. 

And honest to god you try to warn him as the rising heat in your stomach gets too much, but when you open your mouth, no words come out. The only thing that makes its way out are pathetic whines and broken moans, but it seems he knows exactly what you’re trying to say.

He unlatches himself from your clit and begins to hurriedly swirl his tongue against your folds. The tip of his nose rubbing deliciously against your clit and the slight scruff on his chin chafing against your thighs, it was all too much. Your brows knit into a look of pure bliss as your eyes meet his, his own irises practically pleading for you to give him what he needs from you. 

Your walls clench around his tongue as you’re gushing around the muscle. The pleasure washes through your body and your fluids rush into his mouth, making him groan against your pussy as he swallows down everything as quickly as he can, not wanting to waste a single drop of your release. 

Eyes roll into the back of your sockets and you twist your fist in his hair harder, your other hand digging into the hard material of the chair as you shake with the force of your orgasm. 

Spencer only unlatches himself from you when he’s positive he’s wrung you dry. When the spurts of arousal subside to slow drips of slick, he carefully pulls away from you. 

The lower half of his face is positively drenched, skin damp and shiny as an all too confident smile tugs at his lips. As you writhe on the seat and try to compose yourself, he looks down at his watch and sighs. 

It was almost curfew, and despite the disappointment flowing through his veins, he remembered what you said about seeing him again. He stands up and quickly takes your ripped panties in his hands.

He’s quick to shove them in the pockets of his suit jacket, but you’re even quicker to catch him. You swallow and look up at him through hooded eyes with an amused expression on your face.

“Those were expensive, you know.” Spencer huffs out a laugh before leaning over you on the chair. A hand moves to hold your chin in his fingers, and he connects your lips in a messy parting kiss, panting into each other's mouths and breathing the same air. 

Your jaw unhinges slightly as he slithers the same tongue that had been fucking you just a few minutes prior against your own tongue. You moan quietly into his mouth before he’s pulling away slightly, yet still close enough to you that your lips are just barely touching. 

“You can return the favor at any time, doll.”

With one last kiss, he reluctantly stands up and wipes his mouth, trying to make it look like he didn’t just devour your pussy and make you soak his face. 

Your legs are still spread on the chair as he bids farewell with a polite nod. He closes the door behind him and retreats back to his own room, where he would no doubt be fucking his fist, pretending it felt half as good as you would. 

[museofthepyre]

MAJOR CHNT FILE 33/34 SPOILERS. LIKE MAJOR MAJOR.

Sydney’s mode of death has been wracking my brain lately. So I’m here to ramble off my thoughts. I think the biggest clue is this line from Elijah.

“Died tenderly on the clean sheets it was gifted”… I was a fan of the drowning theory, but this is pretty solid evidence against it. Drowning is messy, whatever Jedidiah did was discrete and clean— also, possibly in some sort of hospital bed? Cabin… bed? Gifted clean sheets… whatever that means. Anyways drowning or not, the respiratory distress/ hypoxia themes are HUGE and INCREDIBLY RE-OCCURRENT so I cannot overlook them. The theory that Jedidiah may have just pulled the plug is also enticing, but I’ts not as directly linked to those specific “can’t breathe” themes… so.

There is a certain discrete and rapidly lethal poison which causes tissue hypoxia... and that is Cyanide. I found these tidbits interesting.

Sounds kinda similar to a certain someone’s current “mystery condition”. Anyways

Most important things here: Cyanide poisoning presents as respiratory distress/ hypoxia/ “trouble breathing”. longer exposures can result in a coma, long-term neurological issues, and obviously death. Exposure can be through ingestion, inhalation, or dermal routes. No mess. It’s often used in murders/ su!cides for these reasons.

So. That is! Certainly something! Just a theory, but very interesting! I also find it funny that most people think of apple seeds when they think of cyanide. Boy oh boy, I sure hope there isn’t anything dangerous inside this here apple. Like a teensy bit of cyanide… or a centipede.

To the drowning theory’s credit. Hypoxia, again. Themes of not being able to breathe. Sydney’s first described dream with Adam being set under water. Jedidiah throwing the necromancy’d rabbit into the lake after disassembling it. Sydney’s hydrophobia (though that may stem back to childhood). Jedidiah being averse to this years lake day all of a sudden (which is noted as uncharacteristic). Probably some other things that I’m forgetting… but that “died tenderly on the clean sheets it was gifted” line is pretty hard to refute.

Also also I think regardless of where Sydney DIED, he was RESURRECTED on the camp grounds. I could speculate on how he got to the campgrounds in the first place… but I’m almost wondering if… so yknow how when treatments are failing and it looks like a patient is going to die, they’re given the option to a) stay in hospital and keep going with the treatment, despite the risk of dying there… or b) embrace fate and spend their remaining days comfortable, at home and with loved ones? Sydney had fond memories of the camp. Sydney didn’t have a home to return to (besides maybe Lucille’s house but I doubt he’d choose that). So I wonder if, in that scenario, he would’ve chosen the camp. If he’d been gifted a room to stay in for however long (they thought) he had left. Which would be why Elijah knew where to go interrogate Lucille later on… if he’d followed them there initially. This bit is entirely speculation btw, major guess. The timelines are hard to string together atp so take this with a grain of salt.

This is driving me to madness

[spotty-bee]

Hazbin Hotel Headcannon

I've been thinking a lot about Adam, Lute, Vaggie and the exorcists. How they all work and everything that we've learned over the course of the show about them. After looking over the pictures of them without their masks and all the back dealings with heaven I was kinda starting to think...

What if their all related?

Adam and Vaggie have the same skin colour. Lute has Adam's nose. They all have golden pupils (Though Vaggie's sclera is red, many have head cannoned that being from living in hell.) Vaggie and Lute both have white hair. Theres a lot of similarities between these characters physically and while that can be due to the art style, I do start to wonder.

However WHY would Lute , Vaggie and possibly all the exorcists be Adam's daughters? Well it starts to make sense when you remember that Sera wanted to keep the Exterminations under wraps. If you have Heaven Born or Saint (Dead humans who got into Heaven) warriors doing the exterminations, word would eventually get out. These people have lives outside of their work and all it would take is talking to a spouse or one of them feeling guilty before news spreads. IF you have warriors who's entire life was Exterminations, then they would A- be less likely to tell anyone and B- Be less likely to feel guilty if they weren't taught anything else.

As for where all these woman came from, my guess would be cloning. We know for a FACT that Heaven has Science.

A good way to get warriors that won't have outside influence/ loose lips is if they don't have any parents that will be wondering whats going on. Cloning would also ensure that warriors will walk off the assembly line fully grown and ready to train. Adam likely used his DNA and then mixed it with donated DNA from other Heavenly Residents . All he then had to do was train his army.

OF course this opens up some rather dark things to consider. There are at least 100 Exterminators. All of them are female. The likelihood of that happening by happenstance is extremely low. Adam had to have chosen to only have woman in his army, and when you factor in Adam's misogynist, narcissistic attitude, that dose not paint a pretty picture. We also need to consider that Adam was left to train/educate these woman with almost no outside interference. Sera made it clear she wanted as little to do with the Extermination business as possible and she maybe one of the few who knew about the army's creation. IN FACT I know she had nothing to do with the army because, apparently, Adam got to name these girls and nobody, and I mean NOBODY, stopped him from naming Vaggie after female anatomy. (I wouldn't be surprised if Vaggie is a nickname and she's actually just named Vagina.)

They seem to have lived a life of constant training and battle. Its also heavily implied that Vaggie (and Lute to a lesser extent) were taught to view themselves as disposable. Worthless if they didn't have someone to serve. We see it when Vaggie tries to lead the trust exercises, when she beats herself up for not making a proper commercial for the hotel, in fact she seems to have little personal life unless its training or Charlie is involved. Lute herself rips off her own arm just to try and help Adam. If Adam did raise/train them, then these are some pretty bad signs.

These are just some things I was thinking about looking over the show. I am also not making this to bash anyone who ships Adam and Lute. This is all speculation and personal interpretation. I've just never felt anything romantic between Lute and Adam, but they were clearly close. I took that last, tearful goodbye in the finally as a distant, estranged Father- Daughter relationship.

Anyway, what do you think? Its highly unlikely this is true, but could make for a fun, dark fan fiction or Au!

[hauntedgrin]

An unnecessarily thorough analysis of the Tarot imagery in Merlin Season One by an amateur tarot reader

(who is also a hopeless romantic and is currently very affected by the disaster that is BBC Merlin)

I started watching Merlin around two months ago. I fell in love with the show instantly, even if I technically haven't finished it yet because of time reasons (though I did spoil myself everything right to the ending and I’m devastated. Still trying to find courage to start season 5. But that’s beside the point)

There was something in the first season that caught my eye and hasn't let me go since. In fact, I was thinking about it today, went on a search for discussions about it, fully under the assumption that this is something the fandom noticed long beforehand is a well-known fact. To my endless surprise, I’ve found no mention! Nada! Not a single one. That won’t do, I thought. I have to share with the people. It's something that fueled my conviction in Merlin the Show being a love story between Merlin and Arthur (whatever the nature of that love may be, I love both the platonic and romantic interpretation equally, though this specific instance could be leaning towards romance somewhat more, I'll explain it in a second) and here it is.

It's this scene.

It is Merlin and Arthur, facing each other with two cups in between them, trying to decide who is going to drink the poison, sacrifice himself and save the other. And I thought Oh my god, tarot symbolism.

That's the card, the Two of Cups. The similarities are obvious (and, in my opinion, very intentional. I’d like to kiss whoever came up with this specific creative decision)

Slight disclaimer: Tarot reading can be very subjective, meanings shift depending on the reader and their perception of the card. I’ll try to be objective with the main aspects of the cards, but there is a lot of subjective opinions too. It’s okay if you disagree)

The main meanings of this card are partnerships, loving relationships, mutual attraction, unity, harmony and, you guessed it!, soulmates. It’s not hard to see why that card would have been chosen to represent them. I think that’s the most outright the show’s ever been about calling them soulmates, without hiding behind labels such as ‘each other’s destiny’ and ‘two sides of one coin’ as if those are any less gay. There is also themes of equality and becoming one, mutual respect and, in certain cases passion and sexual attraction (though it’s not a definition that is applicable in all cases, and can absolutely be ignored for platonic or asexual relationships, it’s still one of the main aspects, given that its represented by, you know, the big red head of a lion with wings right at the top of the card. Can’t exactly forget about it.)

Personally I've always preferred the Two of Cups to The Lovers tarot card (which looks very similar and has some intersections in themes, also concerning love, intimacy, passion). Plus, The Lovers is part of the Major Arcana, so technically it should be more impactful, ‘epic’, someone said, divine. While doing some research into that distinction I've found why exactly it makes me a bit queasy. The Lovers are not always a card about love, in fact, more often it isn’t. And The Lovers aren't made for each other. That is to say, they obviously are, considering the entirety transparent Adam and Eve imagery (and this also makes it a more conservative card, with clear molds for a ‘traditional relationship’). The Lovers are brought together by a higher power, made for a purpose. It serves something. It is a message. It is a lesson. It's a choice between what you want and what you need. It is a partnership, often intense, out of this world, but it’s also about all the factors in between, the things that unite them, the snake, the temptation, the apple, the garden. It can be also about soulmates, and happy relationships, of course, about fated lovers… and mortal enemies. It actually is more in line with Merlin’s and Morgana’s relationship. Out of this world fated connection? Absolutely, guaranteed. Do you want that kind of connection though, really?

How is this relevant, you might be thinking?

Well, there is no such divine power pushing the couple portrayed by the Two of Cups. In fact, they are choosing each other. It’s only them and their union. That’s why I like it so much. They are only the way they are, not the way they are meant to be, not specifically made for each other and yet they are right for each other anyway. And, somehow, just being them is enough. Is that not love?

In Merlin we are told that Merlin and Arthur are a part of each other’s destiny. The Once and Future King and Emrys, his protector, uniting Albion, prophesized by some unnamed seer(s). Does not seem very much like a choice, does it? I guess it depends on the way you view the prophecy and destiny in the show. Is it really all inevitable, and destiny is set in stone, unable to be changed, all leading to the same end, no matter what you do? Or is it the choices themselves that are the constants, fixed in place by the prophecy fulfilling itself? I think the answers to those questions are entirely up to each viewer, and that we can only speculate on it, and never know for sure which was it. Maybe there isn’t a right answer at all. But what I do know is there was a choice Merlin and Arthur made. Let’s return to the imagery on the card..

The couple is exchanging the cups. They are not just toasting – they are performing a ritual, a ceremony. Like exchanging rings, like giving vows. It’s a promise, it’s a connection, it’s a new step, it’s a commitment. And the parallels of the scene in 1x11 don’t end with just imagery. Merlin and Arthur complete the ritual! In the show!

In the episode 1x04, The Poisoned Chalice, Merlin starts the ritual by drinking from Arthur’s poisoned goblet, which he does to protect him. I would also like to add that this is the first time Two Cups appear that season (that's twice they used the imagery), notably, two ceremonial goblets that are supposed to symbolize peace and partnership between two kingdoms. Even if it doesn’t represent the actual state of the two kingdoms, it definitely shows King Bayard’s genuine desire for a peaceful alliance. And Merlin drinks from one of them!

Merlin drinks poison for Arthur and in Labyrinth of Gedref, Arthur drinks ‘poison’ for Merlin in turn. Very unconventional way to get married, I must say, but it’s remarkable that they do it in the same way (even if not at the same time).

So. What does all of that tell us about Merlin and Arthur?

We’ve established that the card signifies a very close, strong and significant relationship, chosen by both parties. Again, I like that it emphasizes the choice, that they didn’t just fall into the friendship because of destiny (even if it aided them). The Two of Cups is a part of the Minor Arcana, which deals with the every day matters, earthly lives. Is that not fitting? Merlin didn’t choose The Once and Future King, he chose Arthur, and Arthur didn’t choose Emrys, he chose Merlin.

Merlin’s who been promised a peaceful future. A land where magic is free. Merlin, who knows what’s supposed to happen: The Once and Future King brings that future. The King dies. Merlin, who has a choice to bring that future. To save Mordred. To remove the ban on magic. He doesn’t choose that, he chooses to essentially destroy that future entirely, just so he can have Arthur.

Arthur, who values Merlin’s opinion above everyone else’s, Arthur on his deathbed, finally seeing Merlin for who he is, says, “I don’t want you to change, I want you to always be you,” Arthur, who is dying, a few steps from the chance being saved, (still too far, not enough time), decides to stop because in his last moments he just wants to be held by Merlin.

They chose each other.

And that’s, dare I say it, love.

[anathemaloren]

Bewitched

Anthony Lockwood x f!reader - fluff

★ Summary: Lockwood is head over heels for his roomate. What will happen when they're alone for the night?

★ Word count: 1k (more or less)

★ Proofread: yes :)

★ Warnings: cheesy 2000's rom com stuff and also english is not my first language

★ Note: guess who's alive? me (barely)! but at least i'm writing. enjoy this teeth rotting fluff with a tint of pride and prejudice and a tad of lockwood being a simp (and yeah i changed AGAIN my posting style but because i forget how to post every time i stop for a while)

★ Anthony Lockwood was falling for a girl living in his house. And it wasn't Lucy, she was like a sister to him, plus she was already head over heels for Kipps. No - it was Y/n. She hadn't been living on Portland Row for too long, just for about a year or so, and she worked as a florist. Lockwood always pondered about how different they were. She was sweets, had no Talent and baked excellent desserts; he was a bit socially awkward around her, fighted ghosts for a living and burnt toasts if she was in the room. Still, the agent found himself liking her with every fiber of his being.

The girl had started living with Lockwood&Co. when George and Lucy convinced Lockwood that they needed someone with a stable income to keep the house afloat in low activity months. SO, after a few weeks interviewing candidates, Y/n was the chosen one. She had a stable income, knew how to cook and didn't mind cleaning, and she got along with all of them. And Anthony Lockwood started falling for her bright smile.

Now, almost a year later, Lockwood was most definitely in love with her. He was always trying to talk to her, he bought her favourite food and he starved for the small amounts of touch he could get from her. He didn't know if having his room in front of hers was a blessing or a curse. But then the boy remembered her smile when she got out of her room in the morning, the soft "good day"s and "goodnight"s, and the moments when they hanged out together in his room before going to sleep. But that wasn't nearly enough for him. However, there were two problems. First of all, he didn't even know if she liked him back and he didn't want to ruin their friendship if it turned out she didn't like him. And secondly, he had no clue how to tell her. Lucy had advised him to just say it, but he didn't think it was that easy. Or maybe it was. Anyway, he probably would never know, and he was absolutely fine with it.

But the uncertainty came to an end one of the nights were they didn't have a case, a miracle happened; Lucy went on a date with Kipps, and George was pulling an all-nighter at the archives. That meant that Y/n and Lockwood were alone for at least a few hours. Alone. Together. They had dinner together in the unusually quiet kitchen, with a calming atmosphere surrounding them, and then cleaned the dishes. Every time Y/n grazed Lockwood's arm, he shivered. Every time Lockwood placed his hand on Y/n's hip, she sighed a bit. And after that, they went to their favourite place. They both found the library a relaxing place, a place where to be reading books and basking in each other's presence. They arranged themselves in the position they were more comfortable in, one that Lucy and George found strange and were adamant to believe it was comfortable for anyone. The florist laid on the couch and the agent sat on the floor, resting his back on the couch near Y/n, at hand's reach, and usually she would rest her hand on his head and play with his hair, making him melt as like with everything she did.

That night he was engrossed in "The Brothers Karamazov", and she was finishing her lectures of the past weeks, "Pride and Prejudice". Lockwood had almost fainted when he saw her picking up the book from the shelves. He loved it and had read it at least 15 times, in part because it was his mother's favourite and was full of her notes and annotation here and there. Knowing Y/n was reading it now too made his stomach do funny figures. They read in silence as usual for around an hour, until she dramatically closed the book, dropped it on the coffee table near her, and dropped back down on the couch with a theatrical sigh. Lockwood closed his book and let it rest on the floor, turning to look at her, amused. 'What happened?' He gently asked, starting to play with her fingers. She sighed 'I finished it'. She had her eyes closed which gave Lockwood a free pass to look at her with heart eyes and smile fondly at her. 'Is that so bad?' He asked. 'Of course it's bad!' She answered, as if it was obvious 'Now my standards for love are ridiculously high! No one would say things like that to me!' she continued, gesticulating a lot with the hand that Lockwood was not holding. He smiled again 'I would' he blurted. And they both freezed. She opened her eyes and stood up, whereas he stooped smiling and let go of her hand.

'What?' she asked Lockwood, who knew there was no turning back now. So he decided to just go for it 'I said I would say those things to you'. The girl laughed nervously 'You say the weirdest things, Anthony'. Y/n was probably the only one who called him that, and he usually liked it, only now it sounded… strained. 'I'm not joking, Y/n' her name rolled down his tongue as it had always had, as if it was the most beautiful word in the world for him since the moment they met. Now he was nervous but also serious. The girl couldn't find it in her to move or breathe or react in any way. So Lockwood got on his knees, turning around to see her completely, held both of her hands and tried to remember "Pride and Prejudice" as best as he could. 'You have bewitched me, heart and soul' the girl's breath got caught in her throat as she recognized the words and Lockwood declared himself 'and I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on'. The agent was shaking a bit, not really sure that had been the right choice to make. Maybe now she hated him or thought he was weird or- Lockwood's train of thoughts got stopped by Y/n's lips on his. She tasted like cinnamon, and the kiss was gentle and long-awaited. When they parted, they both had a smile on their faces. 'You have also bewitched me' she whispered before kissing him again.

Having to explain the new relationship to Lucy and George took some time, but they were both thrilled about the developments in their relationship. Portland Row now felt more like a family than ever, and Y/n and Lockwood were absolutely in love and open about it. Who would guess that Jane Austen would still get couples together after such a long time?

[fallencrow3]

Why Aziraphale and Crowley are definitely normal Angel and demon

Azzy

Delivered fire to the humans allowing them to survive and evolve (Prometheus)

Got the fire sword which is actually canon in the Bible, gifted to an Angel (in this case azzy) to protect the tree of life (though is a tad different from the Bible in many ways buuuut we ain’t gonn get into that)

Watched over the east gate (East gate is gate of mercy, the main most important gate of Eden)

Watched over the first humans

Oh on a side note

In the Bible the East does not mean the compass East. East In the Bible means front, eternal, forward. This also follows withe how when Cain left god’s side he went to “the land of nod, on the east of eden.”

And when looking from the front of eden, (from the east gate), you would overlook the lesser world (earth). Oh and nod means homeless basically

The east of Eden is the border between the physical realm and the spiritual realm (heaven and earth, or in this case the garden of Eden and the rest of earth)

The east border is the border azzy looked over, he was the protector of the tree of life (not to be mistaken as the tree of knowledge of good and evil aka APPLES). As well as the entrance to the garden of Eden. He was actually supposed to be the Angel to ward off Adam and Eve. At least In the Bible it says that to protect the tree of life from man and to make sure mankind does not enter the garden, god placed an Angel withe a flaming sword at the entrance of the east gate (the gate from which Adam and Eve were discarded from the garden)

He overlooked the lesser world (earth) which at that time was nothing but vastness. So ya

The east is where earth is, it is the "unholy" lands

This could show that he was destined to connect two realms maybe

Oh and the east gate is the only one mentioned in the Bible specifically

Oh and just casually saying that the flaming sword is canon in the Bible the most powerful weapon ever (and was broken into three pieces after lucifers rebuking but I don’t think that corresponds withe good omens) (I also think it’s hilarious that azzy was technically supposed to use the flaming sword against Adam and Eve but instead gave it to them it’s just so azzy)

OH AND GUESS WHAT in the Bible it's canon that humans will merge around 6,000 years after the fall

Which is basically the apocalypse

You know what else happened 6,000 years after the world began in good omens? THE ANTICHRIST aka THE APOCALYPSE (or almost)

Anyways so there’s all that BUT ANYWAYS back to azzy

He was chosen to watch over the first peeps

He was also chosen to watch over the antichrist

He was there at the beginning

So he’s one of the oldest angels one of the first ones

He is the only Angel other then the archangels that god talks to directly

The name Aziraphale when broken down is seraph (which means the burning one) and el (which means of god, of power)

(Seraph also means serpent so do what you want to do withe that information)

So he is not only the one to handle the flaming sword, but in itself actually IS the flaming sword

In the Bible the quote “So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way”

And he gave the sword to humanity, He gave himself to humanity. He has been withe humanity and protecting them since the beginning.

Ok now

Crow

So there’s the obvious thing of him being the famous serpent of temptation (deFiEnTlY just a small feat not as if it literally started everything insert eye roll)

(In many myths and religions there are many gods and symbols of the serpent so for this one the comparing is not only of the Bible. And even then most of the time snake is good, such as withe a snake being a sign to carry a message to John)

Ok so first let’s start withe the Bible

The Bible never actually states that the serpent is of satan, only that it is of temptation and sin. So there is no definite person or title I can compare crow to. (Well satan has been called serpent BUT NO WERE GETTING OFF SUBJECT THIS IS NOT A BIBLE STUDY)

(The only definite name the serpent was called other then words of titles was Nahash but that means serpent in Hebrew)

I do want to add that the serpent never actually lied to Eve or Adam it actually went on to say how “You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” And that is what happened. They became aware and held wisdom aloft. (Crow is actually very proud of showing Adam and Eve the knowledge of good and evil because I bet he was reflecting himself on it thinking that he sure would’ve wanted to know some of that before he fell) I’m pretty sure there’s a quote from Neil gaiman about this.

Now serpents have never actually been seen as anything bad other than in the Bible. In most religions they are known to be symbols of life, death, and rebirth. As well as cleverness and slyness. In the Bible the serpent symbolizes evil powers, temptations, chaos, but also life, rebirth, and divination. (WE. ARE. NOT. GETTING. OFF. SUBJECT.)

ANYWAYS

So crow was the serpent, temptation, he could’ve also been a sort of Mestophillies (but I have nothing to back that up)

Honesty he kinda reminds me more of loki, chaotic but not in an evil sense. Sorta chaotic neutral.

Ok back to the list

Crow was famous serpent dude

Crow was also the watcher to the first humans (Adam and Eve)

He was chosen to not only watched the antichrist (death the everything, very high feat) but also deliver it.

He was there at the very beginning, and was one of the original fallen angels

Oh and I’m pretty sure he’s the only demon who can make holy miracles

So he’s one of the oldest (he even created nebulas for hells sake)

He himself was able to deter Lucifer himself by doing his stopping time in a different dimension thingy (I’m pretty sure this isn’t a normal power, it stopped satan for hells sake!)

He also was the dude who took Jesus on a road trip (in the Bible it was Jesus was tempted by satan for 40 days)

I've noticed that every other demon is rotting

But crow is as maculent as ever

He also seems to be the only one to have Angel wings, even if there black

He created original sin

Response for the whole corruption of gods creation

Honestly I can see why he is the serpent he’s very resourceful and clever (the switcheroo as one example you go azzy and crow)

While we are at this let’s talk about what type of Angel crow was when he fell.

We know that even though he has been corresponded to Lucifer due to the snake thingy, he isn't Lucifer

We know he is higher rank then Muriel

In season two they hinted he was a prince, saying only one other high ranked Angel fell (minus Lucifer)

AND crow had clearance to open the file folder even though Muriel specifically said only the highest ranked angels could open it

I think that crow was corresponded withe archangel Raphael maybe

The only archangel not mentioned in good omens is Raphael

Now let’s talk about Bible Raphael

So Raphael is the second in command of god

Or third

Ok wait so Lucifer used to be the first, then Michael, then Raphael

So we will say third

Raphael was the Angel of healing, but also the Angel of death and the protecter of the third heaven (third heaven is the heaven that god himself dwells in)

He was the closest archangel to humans

Also Gabriel and Raphael are the archangels who created the stars

Oh also Raphael is the one who conquered the demon asmodeus (and guesss what azzy thought Crowley changed his name to~)

Raephael is the "the Angel of spirits of men" and "heal the earth which the angels have defiled" so that could be why crow likes humans so much (as you can tell in the show I will not be elaborating)

Raphael symbol is a snake entwined withe a wooden staff

In other words Raphael is the guardian

Oh and Raphael is the one to call judgement day (the day of reckoning, dies Israel)

This corresponds to Raphael Islam name

in the islam raephal is also called Israfel which is the dude who trumpets the Qiyamah (did I spell that right I dunno) which is the day of judgement in Islam

So he tells the start of the apocalypse(ish)

His titles are

Angel of Song. The burning one. Herald of the dawning day.

And another connection that is a maybe this

So Azrael is the Angel of death

He is fallen Angel and is left shoulder Angel (left corresponds to evil)

(I wonder if crow is left handed??)

(Though Crowley from what I have seen has always been depicted on the left side)

Also in some depictions Raphael is the only Angel (other then I think ururial) that has black wings

So azrael is carrier of souls

He's also the Angel of passage

So yeah there’s that

Then there’s Gadriel

Wait imma need to add

So Gadriel and Azazel are from a group of fallen angels in the book of Enoch called the watchers. The watchers were angels who fell because they became involved withe women. The watchers fell before Lucifer (they fell willingly accourding to some accounts)

There are 200 watchers that fell (Gadriel was the third of five leaders)

Ok so Gadriel was the Angel who watched over the garden of Eden (in the book of Enoch)

The direct quote is “And the third was named Gâdreêl: he it is who showed the children of men all the blows of death, and he led astray Eve, and showed [the weapons of death to the sons of men] the shield and the coat of mail, and the sword for battle, and all the weapons of death to the children of men. And from his hand they have proceeded against those who dwell on the earth from that day and for evermore”

He was who taught mankind warfare, and was also the snake who tempted Eve, maybe. It’s hard to tell if he is the one to be the serpent or if he failed at keeping evil (Lucifer) out of Eden. Nevertheless it does add up withe Crowley being the snake but not being Lucifer.

Aaaand the last one is barachiel, who taught mankind astronomy and was the Angel of blessings before he fell (he is part of the watchers as well)

And then there’s this little fact

Aziraphale (in Hebrew depending on how it’s spelled) translates to either helper of the defiant one, heedless helper, helper of the fallen

In an interview it was said that azirahphale would be spelled like Aziraphael to keep withe the angels having el at the end (michael, Gabriel, Uriel, etc etc) and if that’s the case then it could translate to Raphael is my strength (because azir can be translate to helper)

Crowely name is קראו לי in Hebrew. Which means they called me, in past tense specifically. Crawley in Hebrew is קראלי (change in pronunciation and form). It means they call me, specifically present tense. His first name (maybe while he was still in denial of the fall) was crawley, which means call me. That is some real symbolism there…a tad sad

When he changed his name, he only added the letter ו (Vav). Adding this specific letter has a lot of significance to it. that ו is part of God’s Holy Name, which is י-ה-ו-ה (Yud, Hey, Vav, Hey). Adding a letter of god holy name is symbolic of a person’s essential connection to God. Each letter symbolizes a different thing. The ‘י’ in it’s shape is not grounded. It symbolizes not being grounded to earth, only heaven. The ה in its shape envelops a grounded marking. The grounded beings purpose is entirely, and solely, on Earth. What’s so special about the ו part is that it is a connector. It is the literal line connecting the top to the bottom. It channels earth to heaven and heaven to earth.

Crowley is a ו. By him being a fallen angel, he brought a piece of Heaven down to Earth. He is a channel of the two worlds. An example of this was when he and Aziraphale averted the Apocalypse.

He never knew where he belongs, doesn’t know what he was called for, he and azzy were made to connect the two worlds together. Hes not quite an Angel, but neither is he much of a Demon, and has the the imagination of a human. I guess he’s on his own side along withe azzy.

Oh and the fact that together they made a hugggeee miracle, and they were trying to be subtle. So imagine how huge and powerful one where they weren’t trying to be subtle would be.

[licncourt]

Do you think Louis is "good with emotions"? What I mean is is he consciously aware of how he feels about what's happening around him, does he have a handle on emotions or does he have.. Issues with translating what he's feeling, therefore he is oblivious to his own emotions. Does he fine tune emotions in a conscious funnel that gives the reader an impression that he's quite adept at being a person you can go to with your problems. Does this make sense? I guess what I'm asking is would he be the best friend you can count on to have a deep talk with or is Louis so repressed he needs to write out his thoughts in a journal before he can give advice. Does he give terrible advice. Would he make a good therapist? I think he's a bit too mentally lost himself to be the person to depend on for advice even though compared to Lestat he's more emotionally mature, but (I'm sorry this is so winded) is Louis aware of his emotions enough to make good life choices, and is Louis able to distinguish emotions or does he struggle with them enough to be that person everyone goes to for advice (hypothetically). I hope I'm making sense.. I'm not too keen on the side of fandom that leans on Louis being the "sane" one while Lestat is the "insane" one, but in my short time in this fandom, that's been my experience 🤷🏻‍♀️ Everyone wants to lean on Louis, and they want him to be the family friendly one. It doesn't give room for him to flesh himself out. Why does Lestat get all the fun stuff. Louis started the shenanigans and he is obviously very unhinged. I don't think it's fair is all. But please give me your thoughts on this very long ask.

Oh God that's a hard question, but my answer is no, he isn't really. He's emotional but I wouldn't say he's good with those emotions or those of others (especially not those actually). In general he reminds me of when you meet a guy who sucks but they call themselves an empath.

Even Lestat says in one of the books that Louis is oblivious to the suffering of others in a lot of ways and I think that's true. He sees human misery when it supports his internal beliefs because he's actively looking for it, but he's not in tune with people in general, especially not when other people's feelings contradict his world view (ie owning slaves while acting like he's some kind of hero for the downtrodden because he eats rats).

I think the fact that he feels his own emotions so intensely is part of what makes him so selfish. He's incredibly caught up in what HE'S feeling, so the inner world of someone else is not really being considered, nor would it occur to him to consider it. That happens a lot in IWTV where, at least the way Louis portrays it, the only explanations he can come up with for Lestat's behavior are that he's stupid or he just has a bad personality.

There's always the implication that their relationship was deeper than Louis made it seem, but I also don't think he was interested in exploring Lestat's deeper motives for his behavior. He got his feelings hurt and therefore whatever Lestat had going on was irrelevant to him. There was no effort to understand and empathize when it was hard and he faced resistantance.

At the very least, be seems to be hellbent on strong-arming his own emotions to suit his will. He's very externally adamant about his chosen narrative, but he spends enough time just Having Feelings that at least deep down, he knows for himself what the truth is most of the time when it comes to his inner thoughts unless he's in true denial. He just chooses to be stubborn and force his way through life ignoring those feelings if he thinks they shouldn't be that way.

His thoughtfulness and how carefully he chooses his words does give the impression of some kind of emotional intelligence, but I think a lot of that is artificial, like when he's talking in IWTV about how his objections to killing are about the principle and the aesthetics. There's a lot of convoluted thinking and justifications, but not much consistent or reasonable logic to suggest that he's tapped into something grounded and honest within himself or the world.

Another indicator of whatever emotional imbalance he has is the way he cycles between being so rigidly repressed and then snapping. That's not the hallmark of someone who's processed or is capable of coping with any hard feelings, much like an addict who never gets treatment but manages to white knuckle their way through stretches of time before losing control again.

I suppose he is more emotionally mature than Lestat in his ability to exercise restraint and be calculated (in good and bad ways), but that doesn't always translate to an emotionally intelligent mindset that influences larger choices or patterns. No matter how good he is at it, his semi-frequent, massive lapses in judgement and self control kind of negate how helpful those skills can be.

This comes across in subtler ways too. He was more the family man than Lestat, but rather than responsibly parent Claudia through her adult challenges, he allowed and fostered an emotionally incestuous dynamic that was incredibly toxic for both of them. Other times he played calm and collected in the face of Lestat's outbursts, but he didn't actually work to resolve anything, just to keep the upper hand through his performative apathy. It's all very surface level and hardly ever productive.

The one credit I'll genuinely give to him was his willingness to let Lestat get whatever all that was out of his system in the 90s and 00s. He was very patient and honest about his feelings and finally had enough softness and genuine care for Lestat that he was able to see objectively the pain, confusion, and trauma those behaviors were born from. It's definitely growth on Louis' end compared to IWTV so golf clap for that.

I will say though that I definitely think he's too self-absorbed and judgmental to make a great listener unless he REALLY cares about the person talking to him. If he thinks he could've handled whatever the problem is better, it's going to show it accidentally even if he's being polite. The truth is he would not have handled it better most likely. Differently maybe, but not better. You had a freakout? Well. He simply would have repressed those feelings and then acted like a bitch later over nothing.

[definedbydaylight]

“It’ll Be The Last Time” - Matty Healy x F!Reader

Part 2:

Masterlist: .°˖✧

Word Count: 2132

Warnings: angst-ish, smoking, alcohol, drugs and semi-smutty?, mostly just mentions of it, also i promise this is a Matty fic i just love George so i can’t help but add some love for him in there

Series Summary: “You’ve known Matty since you were 14 and the boy has never failed to get on your last nerve, but over the years you two end up having unexplainable moments where you can’t help but feel you two are connected in a way you’ll never feel with anyone else, until one night he tells you something that may change how you view the boy forever…”

January 13th 2011

Today is finally the day, your debut album is coming out and you should be over the moon, you should be enjoying being out with your friends celebrating, but instead all you can think about is the words Matty spoke to you last summer. You hadn’t really spoken to him since, you’d been out with all the boys since then, you really couldn’t avoid it cause somehow Kelsey and Ross were still going strong all these years later, so you’d seen Matty, you just hadn’t spoken to him past a simple greeting. The club you were at was hosting a release party for you, a small area roped off for just your group, your manager had set everything up as a surprise, you would’ve been fine with a small listening party in your flat, but Kelsey insisted you go along with the idea and enjoy your big day. Honestly she was probably more excited for the release than you were, she’d been planning your outfit for the last week, acting as if it was your wedding day.

The situation at hand felt all too familiar to you, the fact that she’d picked you out a green dress to wear only added onto the nostalgic feeling, but you could never say no to her. You’re currently downing your third dirty shirley of the night, you were over an hour into the party and there was still another 45 minutes before the album dropped and your sad music would be blaring through this club, you almost left bad for the people who came out here who didn’t know what they were about to be subjected to. George and Adam are the first of the boys to arrive besides Ross who’d come early with you and Kels, they walk over to your chosen spot in a booth in the far corner of your section, they both greet you with a hug.

“Don’t look too happy about beating us to an album now y/n!” George jokes to you.

“Oh please we all knew she’d be the first.” Adam nudges your arm. “But for real love what’s with the sulking in the corner? It looks like it’s Kels’s release party!”

All three of you look to Ross and Kelsey dancing together to whatever upbeat club song was playing at the moment, the instrumental far too loud and drowning out any words that would help you identify it, you give a small laugh.

“Just preparing myself for the world to either hate it or love it I guess, I’m ungodly nervous.” You admit to the two.

“Oh please y/n/n! ‘With Your Permission’ is going to smash, every song is a fucking tune and you know it!” George had always been the most encouraging about your music dreams.

“Everyone’s a critic though.” You reply slamming back the rest of your drink, when you look back up you see Matty entering with his girl of the week on his arm. “I need a shot! George care to join me?”

He smiles and follows you back up to the bar, you can’t see but you feel Matty’s eyes following you both as George snakes his arm around your waist guiding you through the crowd.

“4 shots of Tequila please.” You smile kindly at the bartender as he prepares the liquor for you both.

“Any particular reason for the excessive alcohol consumption?” George teases you as the shots are set in front you both.

“Killing the nerves babes.” You smile at him, it’s only a partial lie, you were trying to drown your nerves in alcohol, but it wasn’t about critics or ratings, it was about his best mate who’d drunkenly confessed his love for her just barely 5 months ago now.

“Good enough for me.” He kisses your forehead and you both shoot back two shots in each in quick succession.

Afterwards your eyes find Matty’s and you can’t read his expression like you usually could… it was going to be a long night.

2006:

George and you and had been off and on since the dance, you weren’t really official in the dating sense, but when you both got horny or felt like being romantic you knew exactly who to go to. No one in the group questioned it, you were teenagers and you had sworn to Kelsey about a thousand times that you didn’t want anything serious and she trusted your decisions. The only person who took issue with it was Matty for now obvious reasons, he never really said it but his body language and snide comments told you enough about how he felt. Especially now as you were currently sat on George’s lap at another one of your school mate Josh’s parties, his hands on your waist and one of yours playing with the ends of his hair and the other holding a cider Ross had just brought you on his way back outside from the kitchen. Your whole group was gathered around a makeshift fire pit in the backyard, the heat from the flames keeping you all warm in the crappy early english spring, you were honestly surprised it hadn’t started raining yet as you stared at the dark clouds overhead.

“I’m bored!” Kelsey interrupts the comfortable silence you all’d built up, minus the muffled party music coming from inside the house. “Ooo! Let’s play a game!”

The group groans in unison at the suggestion, but when she breaks out the puppy dog eyes at Ross he’s quick to convince everyone to agree to a drinking game.

“What game do you even have in mind?” You ask your best friend wondering what she might have up her sleeve this time.

“Let’s do never had I ever! You say something you’ve never done, and if someone in the group as done it, they have to take a shot! Adam would you be a dear and go grab us a bottle of something and a few those little plastic shot glasses I saw in kitchen? I’d make Ross do it but he’s just got back from the last trip I sent him on.” And of course no one can say no to Kelsey, so Adam nods and is off to the house.

You all set up in a little circle on the patio beside the fire pit, you’d taken your spot next to George and somehow you’d ended up directly across from Matty on the other side of the circle, his stare held on you and he nursed one of his many smokes of the night. You and Matty hadn’t spoke of what happened at the dance since that night, you’d felt bad in a way about how you’d just left him there, but he knew you liked George, his best mate, and he’d still kissed you. Adam returned with two bottles, one apple sourz and a store brand tequila, a baggie of shot glasses under one arm, behind him trailed the host Josh and you and Kelsey’s school friend Maya.

“Hope you don’t mind but I brought along some randoms to make it more interesting.” Adam says as he hands everyone a shot glass and places the alcohol in the center of the circle.

The game started innocent enough with stupid and playful “Never Have I Ever”s, everyone had taken as least 2 shots at this point, and you were all definitely starting to feel the affects of the alcohol. George had made the mistake of getting on Matty’s nerves by using a very specific embarrassing example to get him to take a shot, and what happened next didn’t help.

“Okay! Ummm.” It was Maya’s turn, and she had no clue what flood gates she was about to open, and neither did you. “Never Have I Ever… had sex…” She admitted quietly.

Ross and Kelsey both took their shot expectantly, as did Matty, you felt your face heat up as your glanced to George at your side, he quirked his eyebrow up at you as you both smiled and threw back your shots together.

“Y/N L/N!” Kelsey shouts from other side the circle. “You dirty dog! Why didn’t you tell me!?” She faked being hurt as she placed a hand over her heart.

You put your face in your hands at the new found attention from the group and leaned over into George, he sweetly rubbed your back and laughed a little at your embarrassment, but you knew it wasn’t in a mean way. The one person you expected to make a comment hadn’t spoken up at all, just sat in silence with a small smirk on his lips, something brewing in his eyes. Josh’s turn was next, then Adam, and finally it was Matty’s turn.

“Hmmm…” He feigned being deep in thought about what he’d say. “Oh! I know! Never Have I Ever kissed my date’s best mate while at a school dance.”

Silence overtook the group after he spoke, your face stilled and your heartbeat quickened as you made eye contact with him.

“That is so weirdly specific.” Maya laughs not knowing the gravity of the situation.

“Well?” Matty speaks up again. “Go ahead and take your shot June Bug.”

Everyone’s eyes were on you again, but this time it wasn’t embarrassment you left it was anger, you held your gaze on him as you took your shot.

“My turn.” You say with heat behind your words that everyone could feel.

“Umm no it’s Kels-” Josh tried to speak up before Adam slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Never Have I Ever tried to throw my best mate under the bus by telling his date all he wants from her is a ‘good shag’ before telling her I’ve always cared about you more then kissed her without thinking about the repercussions of my actions.” It’s your turn smirk at him. “Go ahead Matty…” You say drawing it out. “Take your shot.”

George is quietly fuming beside you and his grin on your waist tightens as Matty grits his teeth and takes his shot, the tension in the air is so think you could cut it with a knife, and your just glad you can tell his anger isn’t directed at you, but at the curly headed brunette.

“Jesus Christ Matty.” George mutters as he rubs his temples with his free hand. “You know if I wasn’t drunk as shit right now I would break your fucking nose.”

“Damn Matty you did not think that through.” Josh laughs trying to lighten the mood and failing.

Kelsey is watching at you as you stand up and turn to George, a worried expression on her face. “Fancy yourself a ‘good shag’ babes?” You smile at him.

He looks up at you, smiling right back. “With you? Always.” You grab his hand as he stands up, you both pass Matty as you walk to the house, but George pauses for a moment and leans down to Matty’s ear. “She’s bloody fantastic in bed by the way.”

You both enter the house taking up residence in the master bath for some privacy, meanwhile outside Ross is handing Matty’s ass to him on platter. Only Adam knew the true nature of Matty’s feelings for you, Matty didn’t open up about how he felt about these kinds of things easily, only telling Adam after he’d gotten wasted at his after the dance. Matty truly did feel bad with how he’d handled telling you about how he felt, but tonight he was drunk and high and couldn’t stop himself from being an ass after learning the George had been the one to deflower you.

“Lay off him man.” Adam tried to to speak up and Ross whips his head towards him.

“Are you kidding me! He acted liked a child and practically decided to try and ruin his relationship with not only y/n but his best mate as well in the process!” He yells, he then redirects his attention back to Matty. “What we’re you thinking Matthew!?”

Matty sat in silence now, just taking everything Ross had to throw at him, at some point before now he’d reached for the apple sourz and began to down as much as he could, feeling every emotion and yet none all at the same time. Kelsey was rubbing Ross’s back trying to get him to calm down but it wasn’t working and she eventually gave up, going to sit between Josh and Maya, trying to process the events of what just happened and why you hadn’t told her.

After several more minutes of verbal abuse from the friendly giant Matty had finally had enough. “FUCK OFF ROSS, I’M BLOODY IN LOVE WITH HER! OKAY!?”

Silence overtook the group once again, everyone finding out the truth 4 years before you did.

Part 3

a/n: okay haha idk i just got into a rhythm while writing this so idk if it’s good cause my brain cannot handle trying to check it over rn cause i have work in like an hour haha, but i’ll revise when i get home! anyway hope you all enjoy! xx

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ROSS’ BDAY TOMORROW!!!!!! here to request a blurb (or i guess two…or a billion) about celebrating his birthday, on tour and not on tour…making him feel special and loved, what do you do for him, how do you think he acts/reacts to it, fluffy smutty anything EVERYTHING!!!

best day of the year can you tell i’m excited 😂

ROSS' BIRTHDAY TODAYYYY YAYY

oh i would thoroughly like to spoil this man so so much for his birthday because i think he gets the caretaker role too often. and yes, he does have a dependable, warm and comforting presence but for his birthday he deserves the utmost princess treatment. if they're on tour, chances are you are not there with them because you have work commitments of your own and all but secretly, you have been in contact with adam (not matty the blabbermouth 🙄) because of course there was a certain plan being hatched and that involved getting help from someone on the inside (adam, who's more than happy to do it). so at the time you decided on, he's there to pick you up from the airport even when you said you could just catch a taxi. and you chat excitedly on your way to the hotel. he's already talked to the staff to arrange an extra key-card for you, even going as far as faking a migraine to escape early so he can help you set up stuff. well as far as he can help honestly because the truth is that you are the gift. about to wrap yourself in a very carefully chosen outfit for this specific occasion. so you thank him sweetly and then usher him out the door gently because you only need yourself for this next part of the plan. 20-ish minutes later, your phone pings with a text from adam. they're almost here. five minutes away. there's a small moment of panic because you don't just want to lie there suggestively on the bed as if this were a porno, so you settle for nonchalance and turn the tv on to some old show. partly to calm your nerves, partly to pass the time because these five minutes are about to tick by like five long years. so the door knob jingles, voices float towards you; the distinct recognisable voices of the three men you've grown close to over the years. and one in particular, suddenly clearer, as he opens the door mid-sentence. they all laugh at a joke but his fizzles out when he hears the tv. you can practically picture his face as he tries to remember if he somehow put it on and forgot to turn it off. he has not suspected a thing. at least not until... 'didn't take you to be such a workaholic on your birthday,' you tease, 'made me wait nearly half an hour.' there's a flurry of movements as he actually runs inside and comes to a stop. no, skids to a halt and stays frozen in place (the actual personification of 👁️👄👁️). you think you might have honestly broken the man so you have to run and jump on him and he catches you (he always does) and then he comes back to his senses, lowkey weeping lol because he confesses that he'd been hoping for this but didn't want to put any pressure on you. there are several happy birthday kisses before you show him some proper appreciation <3 (no smut...just yet, wait till tonight 👀)

if he's not on tour then i genuinely think he very much prefers to have a chill day with friends and family. we know how much he loves spending time with his family, like he's always hanging out with his brother when they're on a break. so that's the move, i think. he barely gets to just let his hair down (literally) and relax and have a pint while being lazy (his fav thing in the world apparently). you might even set up a nice relaxing bath for the two of you that eventually turns into you washing his hair for him because it's so lovely and such an intimate experience. and he's so cuddly and soft by the end of it, asking for little kisses on his head and even though the man is a mountain, he absolutely loves being taken care of like this. it leaves him all smiley and happy which is the goal 🥹 you also have plans to have lunch outside, at a cute little restaurant just on the outskirts of the city. and you tell him that you're going to drive this time so he gets to be a pampered little passenger princess with his soft shiny hair blowing in the wind lol (i think he would fully commit to the bit). anyway, i think everything is perfect and he gets so much love from everyone on his special day and some extra love from you as well (not that, it's only reserved for his birthday but...you know?). by the time the day ends he's absolutely beaming and even slightly zooted and very very handsy, letting you know exactly what he wants. and what he wants is what he will get <3 (again, no smut, wait for tonight)

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Reasons why Azzy and Crow are DeFEnInAlY typical Angel/Demon

Azzy

Delivered fire to the humans allowing them to survive and evolve (Prometheus)

Got the fire sword which is actually canon in the Bible, gifted to an Angel (in this case azzy) to protect the tree of life (though is a tad different from the Bible in many ways buuuut we ain’t gonn get into that)

Watched over the east gate (East gate is gate of mercy, the main most important gate of Eden)

Watched over the first humans

Oh on a side note

In the Bible the East does not mean the compass East. East In the Bible means front, eternal, forward. This also follows withe how when Cain left god’s side he went to “the land of nod, on the east of eden.”

And when looking from the front of eden, (from the east gate), you would overlook the lesser world (earth). Oh and nod means homeless basically

The east of Eden is the border between the physical realm and the spiritual realm (heaven and earth, or in this case the garden of Eden and the rest of earth)

The east border is the border azzy looked over, he was the protector of the tree of life (not to be mistaken as the tree of knowledge of good and evil aka APPLES). As well as the entrance to the garden of Eden. He was actually supposed to be the Angel to ward off Adam and Eve. At least In the Bible it says that to protect the tree of life from man and to make sure mankind does not enter the garden, god placed an Angel withe a flaming sword at the entrance of the east gate (the gate from which Adam and Eve were discarded from the garden)

He overlooked the lesser world (earth) which at that time was nothing but vastness. So ya

The east is where earth is, it is the "unholy" lands

This could show that he was destined to connect two realms maybe

Oh and the east gate is the only one mentioned in the Bible specifically

Oh and just casually saying that the flaming sword is canon in the Bible the most powerful weapon ever (and was broken into three pieces after lucifers rebuking but I don’t think that corresponds withe good omens) (I also think it’s hilarious that azzy was technically supposed to use the flaming sword against Adam and Eve but instead gave it to them it’s just so azzy)

OH AND GUESS WHAT in the Bible it's canon that humans will merge around 6,000 years after the fall

Which is basically the apocalypse

You know what else happened 6,000 years after the world began in good omens? THE ANTICHRIST aka THE APOCALYPSE (or almost)

Anyways so there’s all that BUT ANYWAYS back to azzy

He was chosen to watch over the first peeps

He was also chosen to watch over the antichrist

He was there at the beginning

So he’s one of the oldest angels one of the first ones

He is the only Angel other then the archangels that god talks to directly

The name Aziraphale when broken down is seraph (which means the burning one) and el (which means of god, of power)

(Seraph also means serpent so do what you want to do withe that information)

So he is not only the one to handle the flaming sword, but in itself actually IS the flaming sword

In the Bible the quote “So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way”

And he gave the sword to humanity, He gave himself to humanity. He has been withe humanity and protecting them since the beginning.

Ok now

Crow

So there’s the obvious thing of him being the famous serpent of temptation (deFiEnTlY just a small feat not as if it literally started everything insert eye roll)

(In many myths and religions there are many gods and symbols of the serpent so for this one the comparing is not only of the Bible. And even then most of the time snake is good, such as withe a snake being a sign to carry a message to John)

Ok so first let’s start withe the Bible

The Bible never actually states that the serpent is of satan, only that it is of temptation and sin. So there is no definite person or title I can compare crow to. (Well satan has been called serpent BUT NO WERE GETTING OFF SUBJECT THIS IS NOT A BIBLE STUDY)

(The only definite name the serpent was called other then words of titles was Nahash but that means serpent in Hebrew)

I do want to add that the serpent never actually lied to Eve or Adam it actually went on to say how “You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” And that is what happened. They became aware and held wisdom aloft. (Crow is actually very proud of showing Adam and Eve the knowledge of good and evil because I bet he was reflecting himself on it thinking that he sure would’ve wanted to know some of that before he fell) I’m pretty sure there’s a quote from Neil gaiman about this.

Now serpents have never actually been seen as anything bad other than in the Bible. In most religions they are known to be symbols of life, death, and rebirth. As well as cleverness and slyness. In the Bible the serpent symbolizes evil powers, temptations, chaos, but also life, rebirth, and divination. (WE. ARE. NOT. GETTING. OFF. SUBJECT.)

ANYWAYS

So crow was the serpent, temptation, he could’ve also been a sort of Mestophillies (but I have nothing to back that up)

Honesty he kinda reminds me more of loki, chaotic but not in an evil sense. Sorta chaotic neutral.

Ok back to the list

Crow was famous serpent dude

Crow was also the watcher to the first humans (Adam and Eve)

He was chosen to not only watched the antichrist (death the everything, very high feat) but also deliver it.

He was there at the very beginning, and was one of the original fallen angels

Oh and I’m pretty sure he’s the only demon who can make holy miracles

So he’s one of the oldest (he even created nebulas for hells sake)

He himself was able to deter Lucifer himself by doing his stopping time in a different dimension thingy (I’m pretty sure this isn’t a normal power, it stopped satan for hells sake!)

He also was the dude who took Jesus on a road trip (in the Bible it was Jesus was tempted by satan for 40 days)

I've noticed that every other demon is rotting

But crow is as maculent as ever

He also seems to be the only one to have Angel wings, even if there black

He created original sin

Response for the whole corruption of gods creation

Honestly I can see why he is the serpent he’s very resourceful and clever (the switcheroo as one example you go azzy and crow)

While we are at this let’s talk about what type of Angel crow was when he fell.

We know that even though he has been corresponded to Lucifer due to the snake thingy, he isn't Lucifer

We know he is higher rank then Muriel

In season two they hinted he was a prince, saying only one other high ranked Angel fell (minus Lucifer)

AND crow had clearance to open the file folder even though Muriel specifically said only the highest ranked angels could open it

I think that crow was corresponded withe archangel Raphael maybe

The only archangel not mentioned in good omens is Raphael

Now let’s talk about Bible Raphael

So Raphael is the second in command of god

Or third

Ok wait so Lucifer used to be the first, then Michael, then Raphael

So we will say third

Raphael was the Angel of healing, but also the Angel of death and the protecter of the third heaven (third heaven is the heaven that god himself dwells in)

He was the closest archangel to humans

Also Gabriel and Raphael are the archangels who created the stars

Oh also Raphael is the one who conquered the demon asmodeus (and guesss what azzy thought Crowley changed his name to~)

Raephael is the "the Angel of spirits of men" and "heal the earth which the angels have defiled" so that could be why crow likes humans so much (as you can tell in the show I will not be elaborating)

Raphael symbol is a snake entwined withe a wooden staff

In other words Raphael is the guardian

Oh and Raphael is the one to call judgement day (the day of reckoning, dies Israel)

This corresponds to Raphael Islam name

in the islam raephal is also called Israfel which is the dude who trumpets the Qiyamah (did I spell that right I dunno) which is the day of judgement in Islam

So he tells the start of the apocalypse(ish)

His titles are

Angel of Song. The burning one. Herald of the dawning day.

And another connection that is a maybe this

So Azrael is the Angel of death

He is fallen Angel and is left shoulder Angel (left corresponds to evil)

(I wonder if crow is left handed??)

(Though Crowley from what I have seen has always been depicted on the left side)

Also in some depictions Raphael is the only Angel (other then I think ururial) that has black wings

So azrael is carrier of souls

He's also the Angel of passage

So yeah there’s that

Then there’s Gadriel

Wait imma need to add

So Gadriel and Azazel are from a group of fallen angels in the book of Enoch called the watchers. The watchers were angels who fell because they became involved withe women. The watchers fell before Lucifer (they fell willingly accourding to some accounts)

There are 200 watchers that fell (Gadriel was the third of five leaders)

Ok so Gadriel was the Angel who watched over the garden of Eden (in the book of Enoch)

The direct quote is “And the third was named Gâdreêl: he it is who showed the children of men all the blows of death, and he led astray Eve, and showed [the weapons of death to the sons of men] the shield and the coat of mail, and the sword for battle, and all the weapons of death to the children of men. And from his hand they have proceeded against those who dwell on the earth from that day and for evermore”

He was who taught mankind warfare, and was also the snake who tempted Eve, maybe. It’s hard to tell if he is the one to be the serpent or if he failed at keeping evil (Lucifer) out of Eden. Nevertheless it does add up withe Crowley being the snake but not being Lucifer.

Aaaand the last one is barachiel, who taught mankind astronomy and was the Angel of blessings before he fell (he is part of the watchers as well) They are also associated withe children and plants.

And then there’s this little fact

Aziraphale (in Hebrew depending on how it’s spelled) translates to either helper of the defiant one, heedless helper, helper of the fallen

In an interview it was said that azirahphale would be spelled like Aziraphael to keep withe the angels having el at the end (michael, Gabriel, Uriel, etc etc) and if that’s the case then it could translate to Raphael is my strength (because azir can be translate to helper)

Crowely name is קראו לי in Hebrew. Which means they called me, in past tense specifically. Crawley in Hebrew is קראלי (change in pronunciation and form). It means they call me, specifically present tense. His first name (maybe while he was still in denial of the fall) was crawley, which means call me. That is some real symbolism there…a tad sad

When he changed his name, he only added the letter ו (Vav). Adding this specific letter has a lot of significance to it. that ו is part of God’s Holy Name, which is י-ה-ו-ה (Yud, Hey, Vav, Hey). Adding a letter of god holy name is symbolic of a person’s essential connection to God. Each letter symbolizes a different thing. The ‘י’ in it’s shape is not grounded. It symbolizes not being grounded to earth, only heaven. The ה in its shape envelops a grounded marking. The grounded beings purpose is entirely, and solely, on Earth. What’s so special about the ו part is that it is a connector. It is the literal line connecting the top to the bottom. It channels earth to heaven and heaven to earth.

Crowley is a ו. By him being a fallen angel, he brought a piece of Heaven down to Earth. He is a channel of the two worlds. An example of this was when he and Aziraphale averted the Apocalypse.

He never knew where he belongs, doesn’t know what he was called for, he and azzy were made to connect the two worlds together. Hes not quite an Angel, but neither is he much of a Demon, and has the the imagination of a human. I guess he’s on his own side along withe azzy.

Oh and the fact that together they made a hugggeee miracle, and they were trying to be subtle. So imagine how huge and powerful one where they weren’t trying to be subtle would be.

There’s a lot more, but I shall refrain

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Small concepts of magic

I just got my lower teeth braces on, and my upper braces adjusted. I am a bit dizzy, so I'll try to make an easier type of post before I finished the sketch I was doing last night.

So, I decided to just sit around and brain rot into exploring the magic system into the show and think more about into how the magic actually works and a small difference within Wizards and Sorcerers and other cultures perhaps (as they are the only different type of witch in the show, and is imply that they do magic differently. They are from the same word but I guess the world building is implying they are different due to wands, but I'll try my best to make a difference)

The elements of magic would be too big of a subject to explain alone, and I don't have everything down yet, but do feel free to bring down ideas or ask questions.

Overview:

Magic is a powerful source that is drawn by the fourth elements: Fire, Earth, Air, and water. They all co-exists in harmony and have different variants and creatures (E.i: mythical Creatures like fairies, rock monsters, and in technicality the Chanus, tho they fall more into the spiritual type, but you get the point.) Each element has its own branches depending on the different type of uses or how they were created (E.I healing herbs and poison). There are also mixes of these elements with unique set magic that can have some major power depending on the source, hence why crystals are considered powerful due to being a mix of fire and earth magic (Takaìna is powerful due to being filled with magic that is both from Earth and Fire, due to how crystals are formed.) Although this type of magic is powerful, a balance to be reached or it would become harder to wield (more in other sections.)

Magic used by magic users depends, but it's usually from a middle and neutral ground. Some magic users tend to lean more towards a certain branch, but it depends on their culture (E.I: Satu's magic most likely delivers more into the earth/water and spiritual type of magic, whereas more eastern like culture based themselves more into the fire type of magic or the neutral one.) It all depends on the culture and respective kingdoms and the level of importance magic withholds.

In some cases, there are kingdoms/empires where magic is mostly used as an accessible tool and is thought as basic knowledge but it is not furthered down unless it is about teaching upcoming magic users. Other kingdoms/empires don't rely much on magic, so it is not taught, but do have a royal witch/wizard/magic withholder in charge; some are less adamant into having one, as other cultures may not be as connected with magic, or rely on other forms of magical protection. There are also kingdoms/empires that are more tied with magic, but is treated as a thing of quite importance or a very sacred thing (This is where the spiritual type of magic comes to be the strongest)

Although the witches, wizards, warlocks, and sorceress are, arguably, considered to be synonyms, in cultures they are particular different from one another and many thaumaturgists believe there is a possibility of major differences. Magic User is considered a neutral term.

Status of magic users

The status of a magic user really depends on where they are, the culture they are on, sometimes but rare their societal status, their level of magic maestry, and in small cases their blood status (this goes deep into the more traditional cultures.)

Royal wizards/witches/magic users are the highest ranking wizards (unless one is an actual ruler, like in the Northern Islands with Empress Sokushi). They are usually chosen due to these factors or qualifications (number of placement does not matter FYI):

Family. - Normally, the tittle is an inherited title. If a magic user has a family (as it's preferred but not an obligated), it is their duty to train and prepare the next magic user that will take their place. If a magic user does not have a family, they will help the king chose.

Power - Most rulers would prefer more skilled magic users, but there are rulers who want a powerful magic user to assist in protection. What is considered a powerful magic user varies and is up to definition.

Skill - Skill is one of the biggest requirements for a magic user to enter the royal wizard/witch/magic user title. Rulers will pick out the best and the most skilled users

Magic proficiency- The best of the best usually can control magic with ease and smoothly cast their spells without any issues at all. Magic for a proficient magic user is like using a day-to-day tool.

Knowledge- Knowledge constantly grows and expands, but another of the big requirements is to at least have some good knowledge about all four elements of magic and the most important branches of it. A magic user is expected to expand their knowledge of magic.

Loyalty - This is more of an ought, but loyalty is an important aspect for rules when picking their magic users, they want to be sure that their magic users will always stay by their side

Shaman- This is a thing that mostly depends on the culture, for example in more spiritual leaning regions, magic users work as advisors or spiritual aids to Rulers to advise them and help them. I am not sure where this type of culture would fall, so feel free to drop ideas.

Although the royal magic user tittle (I legit I don't know a less awkward way to call it) is considered one of the highest tittles, in other cultures or places being a magic user is already a highly respected profession and is usually tied with some high status, but it does vary based on what the cultures believe a powerful wizard is.

We don't know much about the Northern Islands, outside that Shuriki was from there and was a sort of powerful figure from what Craig Gerber said, but this is my take on the Islands based on what we know about Shuriki's character. The Northern Islands is the best example into sorcery being highly respected and being considered to be in an upper level (but that varies from the different islands subcultures, but magic in general is a super important thing.) Sorcerer and Sorcerers are highly educated and talented individuals with magic. I'll make a session dedicated to a bit of the Avalorian Magic system and the Northern Island type of system.

In other cultures, for example like tropical kingdoms as Avalor and Paraiso, wizards (I guess enchantress is the female variation, but wizard is neutral too) it is not rare or unusual to see magic being fractionate, but magic is more of a cultural thing and something that represents them. So, it is often respected (not in the level of the Northern Islands type of respect), but is rather more of a job with different variations (the highest being a royal wizard)

In other cultures, as mentioned before, there is the spiritual and guidance type of magic users. Their roles work mostly as guides, as magic does allow users (or people that happened to hold some magic) to see spirits both good or bad. So, this is where the spiritual magic branching (which I am unsure where to categorize, but I'll say maybe in the hybrid types of magic) comes from. Spiritual magic users are more focus into magic connections to the spirit worlds, but also using their magic to seal and protect evil spirits. Generally they are considered to be high level magic users, but they don't really take their status as important since their main goal is protection.

In other cultures, magic or wizards are considered not a welcoming force, or some waste of time, so it is not often encouraged or welcomed.

Wizards vs Sorcerers (Small mention of other magical users too)

Look, EOA confuses me to no end about what the hell is the difference from sorcerers and wizards, and wands vs Tamboritas. So, this will be my best take into trying to make sense of how does this work as they legit have a sorceress character who wasn't even allowed to do magic because...well she didn't have a freaking wand and we just got to see her use like 3 spells excluding the magical Botox XD (I won't take the she was just lazy or is not that powerful excuse, the show never allowed her to show more cool spells but she legit is a very skillful and resourceful fighter. It frustrates me to no end how much they show just wasted her character. Anyways, small rant aside the small rant aside-) oh and we also had an ancient sorceress but...she didn't do much outside creating animal monsters (and I'll be real, she was a bland character in my opinion)I know STF has some magic as well but...this will make things harder to work on than it is. I am aware it is the same universe, but I am leaning towards Elena of Avalor (mostly because this is more about the show's magic system + I want to avoid migraines and not take too much at once)

So wizards and witches, as I mentioned before, are arguably synonyms from each other (as the words sorta share the same term) the show makes it sorta clear that is a different thing as we have wizards, malvagos, and sorceress (plural) and apparently they are different from each other, mostly into how they do magic which was never explored, so this is the section where I try to make a sense of things. I swear that I tried to get some info into the difference within them, but it is a bit confusing, so this is my best take in trying to differentiate them because well...the show sure did not!

Although the terms of Wizard, witches, enchantress, sorcerer, warlocks, etc…are close into the branch of magic, some cultures tend to embrace different names identities. It all depends on the culture, but it is believed that these names are also tied within how the magic is practiced or acquire. It all depends on the cultural names, but the titles are abroad.

Wizards is a term used for someone who crafts and learned how to use magic. Most wizards were not born particularly within magical abilities (but some do, but it depends on the culture.) Most wizards use magical artifacts to craft from well one or some of the elements of magic (like tamboritas being crafted from magical crystals)

Sorcerers are individuals who were born with magic (in other cultures they can be trained, but mostly they are considered magical beings) Normally, sorcerers use staffs or wands, but unlike wizards (who use their magical artifacts to do magic) they use their artifacts to channel their own magic or to maintain a magical balance. Sorcerers can channel a bit of their own magic, but this is a rare and harder type of magic that other magical users can do with ease (but in a sense this would be more about witches and spirit channeler type of magic users.)

There are other types of magical users like those who use their magic using a spiritual familiar like a fox or snake (slowly working on figuring out how it would work), use seals as a form of "magic" (but is mostly as an exorcism type of ting). There are also Warlocks who make a pact with magic itself to get their powers (is in the form of a ritual or cultures that are linked with magic) We also have witches who are magic users that don't require any sort of artifact to channel their magic, but often their powers can be limited due to the magic balance. Enchantress also exists, but they are more link towards being part of the familiar branch of Fairies (magical creatures) whose magic is more linked towards the air and fire elements (example the Enchantress from "Beauty and the Beast")

Anyways, wizard and sorcerers in a sense are closely related and are about the same level of power, but their studies differ depending on certain factors. Sorcerers focus more into spell casting as well as potion making (which requires their use of magic), but their major studies are about channeling magic. Wizard studies focus more into learning new ways to expand the way they do magic, and some work closely to working with one of the elements of magic. Their major studies are usually related to ancient magic history.

Some similarities within them, is that both heavily rely on an artifact to do their magic. They of course have different spells and do magic differently, but overall they need an artifact to do their magic spells. Also, some wizard and sorceress take interest into the crystal channeling or have some knowledge about crystals and its magic. Only individuals who are magical by birth or have magic inside them can fully channel the magic or naturally absorb it as magic is like energy. It can be moved but never destroyed.

Also, sorcerers and wizards cannot interchange wands or tamboritas (more into that) this is more about the inner magic and magical bond one has with their respected artifacts. Sorcerer and wizard magic is different, since Sorcerers only channel their magic, wizards "make" their magic.

There are also dark sorcerers and wizards. Most notorious in kingdoms like Avalor or Paraiso, these are called Malvagos.

Wizards vs Malvagos

One of my biggest pet peeves when it comes to show writing is the whole light= good and darkness= bad. This is not the case, and there is not such thing as good or bad magic. Magic comes with different sides, which includes a darker type of magic that is actually leans into the really dark practices (which can be used for good things) as the light type of magic that focus on a lighter type of practices (that can be still be used for evil things.)

Wizards is a term that reflects into the users that prefer to work on the light spectrum of magic, and refuse to work or touch the dark practices. There are those who play into a middle ground, but that requires skill and balance (this is mostly seen used by the shaman type of wizards.) Anyways, wizards usually tend to be good people who use magic for good, there are exceptions who use the magic for evil.

Malvago is a term that reflect into users that prefer to work in the darker spectrum of magic, or/and has no interest or refused to work into the lighter side of magic. These users are mostly the type of evil wizards who use their magic for evil. Some Malvagos use their dark magic for good, but usually don't prefer to be called a Malvago as is a play on words of Mal/malvado (evil, or wicked in Spanish) and mago (mage/wizard in Spanish), so some just go with magic users or spell casters.

Now, malvagos and wizards can use either side of magic, but is harder for them due to using the opposite side of the spectrum, so majority doesn't see it as worthy. Others do take the opportunity to change their branches of magic. So Malvagos can become wizards, and wizards can become Malvagos.

I'll say that practicing darker magic is harder due to the real harm or messed up stuff in some of the studies and spells it can do are messed up. This is mostly why Shaman type of wizards believe in maintaining a certain balance as one side can be heavier than the other.

Malvagos can channel their magic into other individuals and turn them into malvagos, but then they'll have to be trained to be a proper malvago. Wizards can do the same, but it requires full maestry (something that Mateo didn't have when he took Olivia)

The magic spectrum, Tamboritas, and wands

I'll talk more a bit into the magic spectrum. Each element, their branches, and the mix elements have their unique set of uses, and well misuses (but that doesn't mean necessarily dark magic) as well as a spectrum into what magical energy can be channeled.

The magic spectrum is some sort of light to dark value. We have the lightest side the darkest side, each containing certain levels of magic that can be a slightly darker or lighter. It all depends on which side of the spectrum, but to make it easier to understand:

The light to lighter grays is the type of magic that we usually see the protagonists or wizards like Mateo use

The darker grays to dark is the type of magic we usually see malvagos like Fiero using.

The grays are spells that are a bit harder to categorize, but usually are in the middle. Some lean more towards the darker types of magic and some lean more towards the lighter expectrum.

Darker magic tends to be more wild than light magic, so it's normally the hardest one to practice that requires skills and power to tame.

Since sorcerers are born with magic, they usually can go back and forth within using the light and dark spells, but to some extent. Darker spells require lots of power and special skills rather than light magic, as darker magic is wilder, so just as wizards and Malvagos, each take their preference into what type of magic they will master.

There are few cases where some chose to do a mix of both (which is my headcannon into Shuriki's spells knowledge), but it requires lots of discipline and skill. This is sorta taught to sorcerers in the Northern Islands.

Ok, with the whole magic spectrum out of the way, let's dive into the tamboritas and wands!

Tamboritas, as in the show's cannon, are carved by wood and use a crystal called "Chispas" to properly help wizards channel the crystal's magic. Tamboritas come in some variety and can be used by other wizards only (Sorcerers cannot use them as their magic will reject them). These are considered practice/training tamboritas.

There are personal tamboritas, but these are bonded to their owners just as wands are (this will be explained a bit into the next session.) It is normal for a wand or tamborita to refuse to work for another user, as the magic has formed a link within their user. If the object is destroyed, then the magical bond is set free and returns to original state.

Wands come from different variety. There are of course the training wands for sorcerers in training, and the personal wands that sorcerers use. In some cultures and regions wands are crafter by sorcerers or other magical entities and gifted to sorcerers who complete their training. Usually, Sorcerers are the ones to create their own wands (Which is a tradition in the Northern Islands.)

Tamboritas and Wands have their own different set of spells. Tamboritas use the knowledge that is more focused on Maruvian ancient scriptures, while wands use magic and scriptures from dead long languages like Latin. Since wands channel their owner's inner magic, they cannot share their magical bond like wizards of Malvagos do because they rely more of the "Chispa."

Balance and magical bonding

There is a phenomenon in magic, that usually is tied with people born with magic or people who happened to hold magic (like in Elena's case, who absorbed some of the magic from the amulet), this phenomenon does occur to wizards and Malvagos as they form a link with the magic they use. This phenomenon is called "Magical Bonding" (so original, I know XD) which refers to a user's own magic bonding with the individual.

They are familiar bonds, which are basically family magic bonds that allow in certain cases magical artifacts to be shared. This can derive from family through blood or the artifact sharing the same place of creation.

So, the link forced within an artifact with a user will respond to that user only. This is some of the natural ways magic itself creates balance within the users and itself. It gives the opportunity for users to practice and form a strong bond with the type of magic they use, but they will be tied to it unless the artifact is destroyed, and it will take a while for them to reconnect.

Bonds can be forged but they are rare and hard to achieve.

Some bonds vary, as training tamboritas or wands tend to have a weaker magic link, so anyone can truly use them with proper training. Personal Tamboritas and wands (as well as other artifacts) have a stronger magical bond, so they will only respond to their respective owner, or a type of familiar bond if a magic user's artifact was created from the same source (hence why Esteban could use scepter)

This was the case with Ash and Elena with the scepter of light. Elena's magic and the scepter magic formed a strong magical bond, so the scepter only responded to Elena herself and rejected Ash's magic but not Esteban's because:

The magic does take a bit of a small part, but usually crystal magic is powerful that tends to reject any other sort of user unless the artifact or magic share a familiar bond.

The bond it had with Elena, rejected Ash's magic.

Magic has a natural balance, so light and dark magic cannot take big leaps that easily, so this is also why the scepter refused Ash.

Shuriki's Scepter of night is a rarer case. Magic has different branches, but not every branch of magic can easily connect, specially if the magic is from different cultures, which tends to result into a crash as not every artifact or magic can be simply mixed and matched (another set of magical balance) The scepter of night was broken down by Alcazar, so the magical bond within was released. After Shuriki got the scepter, she formed a magical bond that gave her access to the Maru magic, something that she can do, but it requires a powerful source as the link within the magic is not as powerful due to her inherit magic sorta not getting along with the scepter's magic, which explains why she had a harder time and had a weaker use of the scepter.

Anyways, magical balance is basically give and take. If you ever want to use magic, you will have to give up time to make a link, and if it disappears then you will have to do it again. If a sorcerer's wand is destroyed, some spells will get reversed. The scepters work exactly like that, also because the greater the magic the created to drawn. So the users will have to give up their own energy in other to balance out the greater magic they use.

Northern Island's magic and Maru (Magic often found in Avalor), and Crystal magic

This will be the final portion, as this was a bit exhausting to write, but the later three would be concepts that I would want to explore the most in my AU but also in my ideas in general XD

So let's start with the crystal magic. As I mentioned from the beginning, Crystal magic is a mixed magic within the elements of Fire and Earth. Since is a mix, crystals make great powerful sources, specially if they are bigger, which they radiate energy on their own.

Only magic users who are either born with magic or have some magic within them, can absorb the magic auras for their entity, but this is limited power as it will require a sort of method to transfer that energy as magic itself can be too powerful and unstable.

Elena got some magic from the Takaina when she fell as she had some magic within her and it radiated but transferred into her dress and scepter. So her emotions magic tended to be something a bit unstable due to the crystal's power being too much. Esteban is a unique case as the magic transferred into his staff and a bit into him, so he shared the same type of magical bond as Elena due to both getting some magic from Takaina.

Crystal magic still a bit of concept in the process, but just as the elements, crystal magic has its own branches and uses. Not every Crystal works the same or would be powerful enough to force a wand.

There are some crystals that work as seals and restoration (which was Marimonda's jewel), others for healing, and some meant to be used as transfer magic (which is where the crystals for wands and tamboritas are used)

There are also protection gems and crystals, which was what the amulet of Avalor was made of.

Always, the Avalorian Magic (which is Maru as well, but for clarity’s sake I'm referring to as Avalorian magic) and the Northern Island's bond. I believe that magic creates balance with itself to limit the magic users, so not anyone can fully access a certain type of magic unless they inherited or were not a magic withholder but absorb it, so everyone has limited access to certain types of Magic as it would be wicker.

Shuriki was able to use the crystals meant for craft, as she made a crystal wand (which is not necessary tied to Avalorian magic, but mostly work as a method to transfer her magic), and the scepter of night allowed her to form a small bond, but it wasn't as strong as Elena's due to her inherited magic from her parents (Since I headcannon her as half Satu, she has a bit of Satu magic but her Norther Island magic is more predominant. I'll explain it better in the future)

So, the scepter of night gave her harder problems because it was two different types of magic trying to coexist and bond, but it formed a weak link to the Scepter having a different set of Magic other than hers.

The scepter of night would have completely rejected her if Victor, Carla, or Fiero were to put it together first, since they would respond better to Avalorian blood than Northern Island and Satu blood.

The same thing would happen if an Avalorian Wizard or Malvago ever tried to mingle with Northern Island magic, the magic would immediately reject them unless it doesn't have a bond, so they can make one but it would not be as strong.

There are some few cases where both magic can bond, which would be basically the whole gray areas, so that sort of bond is a bit stronger, but it really depends on the type of use. The strongest tends to be channeling magic, as is basically magic just passing though.