#by angry and mean im talking about righteous fury

[antifathomable-shapeshifter]

i want to be a angry and mean man but there’s all this anxiety. and the horrors

[queenburd]

good omens swap au written bits and concepts:

Eve, pointing at the apple Crowley is currently eating: how are you not dead? Mother said eating from the tree would surely bring death crowley, blinking at it: oh? huh. well, it's not poisonous. Rather, it teaches you things. Eve: it teaches? crowley: Yeah. it teaches you right and wrong eve: but that doesn't sound bad at all! crowley: erm. well. you're free to eat anything in the garden, I won't stop you, but make good choices. eve, as crowley is walking away: .........what are choices.

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Strike One. That was how Gabriel phrased it.

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Fell found him on the wall, right after the humans left. Croliel was mid panic attack. “It’s all my fault,” he kept saying. “They’re going to die out there because of me, and heaven wants me to follow them, to watch.  And nobody to take care of the garden. It’s all my fault. Can’t do bloody anything right, can I?” “My dear,” fell says, because croliel isn’t fallen but he’s very scared and lonely and heaven is already punishing him for something barely his fault. “Surely they’ll survive. Tougher than you give them credit for.” Croliel looked at him with wild eyes. “She’s expecting already. There are wild animals out there. There’s a storm coming—“ he chokes a laugh or a sob, “the very first. How are they supposed to eat? It’s a desert.” Fell looks at him, looks at the sword in his hand, blazing and warm. “Allow me, my dear.”

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When they meet again at the ark croliel looks heartbroken "i tried to ask them why--why not at least the kids. and, and gabriel just--" he cant seem to breathe. "he asked me if I was questioning the Plan."

"I wanted to at least, to, to--there has to be space, but they were angry, they said no, and she said no, and I can't, I can't do anything." 

 Fell looks at him, in near tears, again, with another storm on the horizon, and then tells him to fly in the opposite direction. 

"Im going to do some wicked deeds, you know," he says, placing a hand on a child's shoulder. "if you stay and watch, you might have to thwart me."

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he once nearly tempted crowley, millennia earlier, without meaning to. they were both roaring drunk, crowley didnt have glasses just yet, and fell kept looking at him and wanting and wanting, looking at his soft long hair. and then crowley had looked at him, and not looked away, and his eyes had gone lidded and his breath all fast, and he leaned forward  and fell just about toppled out of his chair when he realized what was happening, and he sobered up immediately, covering his eyes, and Crowley had blinked sharply, and sobered up as well and Crowley would have smited him out of righteous fury if Fell didnt look so caught off guard, if Fell hadnt so abruptly broken it off the second crowley had let go entirely the next time they see each other, crowley has tinted glasses.

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croliel: lets just run away! let's go off together, we can't find the antichrist, but I dont want to fight, let's just go fell: no, I need to stay, I need to be here, because-- croliel: what, you want to witness the end of the world? you want to fight in this stupid war that kills everything we've ever liked?  fell: that isn't-- croliel: should've known. you're still a demon. still bask a bit in war and hell and sticking it to Her.  fell, actively hurt: oh, yes, still a demon after all this time. unforgivable, evil, that's me. thank you ever so much for remembering. croliel: right, fine. i'm leaving then. fell: fine. run away. run off while I do the hard thing once again! croliel, freezing: what. did you just say.  fell: oh, you heard me just fine, Croliel. you go, you run off to the stars, wherever you like, and I'll stay here and try to fix this mess, like I've always done for you! croliel: how dare you-- fell: how DARE I? of course I dare! I'm a demon, yet I've done all the good things you never got the courage to do because if Gabriel even glanced at you you'd piss yourself. let's face it, I've put more work into this planet than you ever have, and I'm not about to drop all my hard work just because YOU want to leave. so go on! run! and I'll take care of it all again!

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All angels had been holy warriors at one point, with preferred weapons and styles with which they used to smite. Sandalphon fought like a boxer, aiming for tender points with precision and force. Uriel themself preferred martial art styles that humans had not even learned yet. And Croliel— 

 Well, Croliel fought like a human. That is to say, dirty. 

 You couldn’t go 6000 years without learning a thing or two to defend yourself. Croliel had been witness to them all, from “you’ve got something on your shirt” to feinting, to blinding opponents with dirt—all of them. He’d stockpiled them in his excellent memory to defend himself, because Croliel might have been an angel, but he wasn’t stupid. 

 The strike to his stomach had hurt, but he’d seen the motion moments before it had happened, had prepared himself for it, and when it came, he acted as though it had caused more damage than it had. He bent double against the wall, and Uriel leaned over him with a sneer. 

 “Your little demon boyfriends going to be in deep trouble too. I expect there’ll be nothing left when we’re done with h—“ 

 Something hot pulsed both in Croliel’s gut and his head, and he brought his large forehead (full of stress lines and wrinkles) forward and down hard towards Uriel’s nose. 

 There was a satisfying crack. Uriel reeled back, but not fast enough, because he’d wound his fist tight into their coat collar. Golden ichor was already sliding out of one nostril. He smiled grimly. 

 “If you all don’t mind, I have a call to make.”

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fell: sunshine Im sorry, I'm so sorry for all the things I said, but we have to go, there's no more time. the forces of hell, they're coming for us and we have to go NOW. we can go wherever you want, alright? croliel: you--you're being ridiculous. l-look, I'm going to have a word with Her, I'm going to talk to Her and get Her to understand and stop it all. fell: th....that won't happen! you, why are you--how can someone so clever be so stupid!? croliel, looking over Fell, smiling rather sadly: Someone once said bravery was stupidity with a different face. I forgive you. fell: Q~Q 

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“I’ve always been yours.” Croliel’s thumb stroked Fell’s cheek. It was warm. “You know that, right? Since you found me in Eden. You saw me, panicking, terrified for some humans you didn’t care about in the slightest. You saw me, in tears, and the first thing you ever did on this world was be kind to me.” Fell turned his head and kissed that thumb. “Of course. Sunshine, I saw you, in all your emotional glory, terrified for someone else’s sake. It was so different from all of Heaven, all of Hell. Of course. You’ve had me since the start. I knew I’d do anything to keep you like that, to make sure you stayed kind and caring. You were perfect. You’re perfect.”    

[thunderstruck-edgelord]

heya mun, im doing some research and i was wondering if u have a strategy for staying in character? :0

Hm… Ok, I may have some tips but most of the time I wing it - I’ve been an active RPer for over 10 years and I have a degree in psychology, so I assume some things I do by intuition aren’t as simple for other people.

Long post because I went overboard!

First of all, having nothing more but a general idea for a character isn’t a bad thing to start from. It makes it easier to stick to the character’s core if you have a solid one. Making too many details about them before you even start the story may make them feel more artificial - like a bag of colorful and interesting puzzle pieces that don’t necessarily fit together. I tend to keep learning about the characters during half of their existence and probably this is why many writers tend to say “I’m not controlling them anymore, they’re their own character now”.

This also goes for the writing - stuffing too many details too fast about your character would make them feel overwhelming and in a way, less real, so it actually helps to keep them interesting. Less at the beginning is better, so you don’t have to focus too much on this when you start fleshing them out.

Some major questions I ask myself about the character to find their core:

what are they afraid of? my fave (small things, big things, nightmarish things; sometimes it’s things they aren’t consciously aware of)

what are the most important people in their lives? (people that shaped them, bad and good people, dead and alive people)

what are the most important situations in their lives? (one short situation that changed their view or kept them on track; a longer time span when they did something or went through something that shaped them one way or another; something that kept happening and influenced their mind etc.)

what are their dreams/goals /long-term plans? (it doesn’t have to be something like “rule the world” or “be a captain”; something simple or a general idea works too; something they would want to have in the future)

what are the things they could do in dire circumstances but wouldn’t think of it normally? (attack people, lie, sell themselves, make a deal, kill somebody, run away, fight, break the law, become somebody else, overcome their weakness or succumb to the weakness, endanger themselves to save somebody etc) and why? 

what are the things they would never do or doing those would break them? (same) and why? (i.e. person terrified of dying would be willing to do anything to survive a “live or die” situation; a person afraid of being alone would agree to things they don’t want to do just to keep loved ones with them) 

Those aren’t questions you NEED to have answers for written down before you put your character in the story - I started my small OCs just by the general feeling, name and short description. It all tends to evolve along the way and at some point, you would be able to answer those with ease. I just think it’s good to have those generally figured out if you’re going to put your characters through hell like I tend to do.

The second thing is the feeling. Feeling the character makes it easier to write them consistently. You will feel when your character does something that sounds right for them and when they’re breaking out of the character. This is the part where I personally try to get into the characters shoes and emotions as deep as possible. Using mood boards, doodles, older notes, playlists (half of my feeling the character comes from making playlists for all of them) or whatever else helps you to get into their shoes would make it much easier to write their reactions and thoughts in character. Sometimes it’s a hard and overwhelming thing to do because some chapters are extremely stressful for the characters and I tend to feel that too.

It’s generally hard to describe because everybody feels and interprets those things differently and gets into the shoes of the character in a different way. But for instance, let’s take one general feeling a character has when I think about them: anger.

No angry character is similar to the other angry characters. One is burning with righteous fury but beneath all this fire there’s emptiness of doubt. Other can be using anger to cover something else - like broken trust or fear. Somebody else might be angry all the time out of jealousy or a generalized feeling of being alone against the world. Yet another one is angry at himself and showing this is a form of self-punishment. 

For me, getting the feeling right is extremely important because then I can work on different flavors of that feeling and slowly make it evolve into something else as the story progresses - no jumping from feeling to feeling, only evolving.

Additionally, if you have a LOT of ideas for your character and situations they may be in, write them down. All of them. Even the shortest ones like a sentence or a simple reaction. Bear in mind that you won’t use at least half of those - and that’s fine. You wrote them when the character was at a different point so when the time for those awesome ideas comes, don’t be afraid to change them drastically or to even scrap them. But it’s good to have those written down in case you want to remember how you felt about the character at the beginning.

Talking about a character or showing them to other people is something that also helps. It could be a friend with whom you discuss the story or characters. It could be an ask blog where people can harass your characters with questions you wouldn’t come up with and you try to answer those consistently. It could be also writing some small parts of the story just for your own amusement. You don’t have to actually ask for critique or whether the character is consistent in somebody else’s mind (there might be some spoilery things you want to avoid after all!) - this is mostly for you to see the ideas in words instead of having them only in your mind. 

Keeping things in mind and mulling over them sometimes isn’t enough. Having your ideas written, spoken or drawn allows you to look at them differently and additional questions your friends have might help you to come up with ideas how to keep the character consistent while solving a certain situation.  

Lastly, because this is getting extremely long… Don’t stuff too much into them at once. I don’t mean you cannot make them a genius beautiful orphaned rich athlete with determination to fix the world or at least their closest surrounding that has many many friends that would die for them along the way (I’m looking at you, Batman). But it all happened over time, right? Allowing your character to actually have a few breaths between life-changing or relationship-altering events makes it easier to keep track of the changes they’re going through. 

Unless you want to hit them hard with all you’ve got at once, then go for it! Break your child and build it up from the ashes again ;)

This all is extremely biased and from experience I know some things work for me but don’t necessarily work for other people, but I hope that helps!

Cheers!

[masked-disciple]

#ive talked about this before but the BIGGEST shock to me was that there were female characters#and not only that#some of the strongest and most diverse female characters ive seen#female characters who made me feel seen#as an autistic woman i never feel represented by depictions of autistic coded women in fiction#theyre all like mabel pines types which is awesome for autistic girls who identify but its not me#i never ever felt seen until franziska von karma#id never seen a female aa character before despite it being a massive part of the cultural atmosphere i grew up in#and then a couple years ago i got kin assigned mvk at uquiz and like 6 people dm'd me like#hey actually you need to look up his daughter#and i was like what do you MEAN daughter??? there's GIRLS in this game??? there's WOMEN???#im still so like. angry and bitter at haha hawt lawyer yaoizzz#narumitsu is great yeah. they invented love. they are one of the greatest love stories of all time.#but they were ALL i knew of these games i never once saw the women fighting beside them#MAN. i wouldve gotten into AA so much sooner if someone had just been like#hey the gay looking one has an incredibly powerful little sister whos going to beat you and her abandonment issues back with a flog#i wouldve been like oh cool. mean anime woman? pass#'no actually she's just autistic and overflowing with so much love and protective energy that it all comes out as righteous fury'#[visibly holding back tears] promise? (@musashi)

Prior to playing Ace Attorney, I was given a TOTALLY misleading impression of what these games are actually like based on fandom content I’d glimpsed back then.

Like, obviously one of the most famous/well-known things is Phoenix cross-examining a parrot. It makes you think “OH these games must be ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS COMEDIC NONSENSE” and like… well, yes, to some extent they are.

But what I didn’t know was that the parrot-cross-examining happens during the first game’s climax. I figured, hey, that parrot scene must be one lighthearted run-of-the-mill comedic moment among many, and that the entire game must purely consist of low-stakes lighthearted moments – NO.

Nothing warned or prepared me for the incredible high stakes or the PRESSURE that actually surrounds the parrot’s cross-examining.

Nothing warned or prepared me for how serious and depressing and sad these games could get.

I went into ace attorney expecting haha funny lawyer raise an objection and nothing else. I expected just a casual chill game and after the first case I expected all the other cases to just be of a similar tone and length…

It’s usually the completely off-the-walls and/or funny comedic moments that get propagated around the internet, so imagine my raw shock when the games started dealing with characters just straight-up having severe trauma.

And I sometimes think back to this one post I saw forever ago, where someone mentions ace attorney being sad and someone else just replied saying along the lines of “how is ace attorney sad”. To someone who’s played the games it’s immediately obvious that person mustn’t have played them, but it’s honestly a fair-enough question for someone to ask if the only information they have is “wacky lawyer hijinks”. And it would seem like a reasonable question, too.

And this one post on twitter about Mia being dead and another user just replying “people die in these games????”. I see those moments and I think back to my wildly different impression of the games before I ever got into them and… yeah. I can see why they’d be so mislead. :P

[tedfashionski]

Finking, Finking.

Hi, welcome to my ted talk. (That is the only time I will ever make that joke. This is Fashionski Finks. Expect radically low standards of self-involved rantiness with zero research or accountability from here on out). For a while there I seriously thought that the covid-19 quarantine was going to result in people being increasingly placid and accepting of creeping extensions of the police state. But here I am, getting depressed again, not about the protests, which I love, but more about my relationship to in-group pressure dynamics. One of the problems with being a relentless contrarian is the discomfort of my impulse to rebel against groups even when they’re championing the right thing. I have to find my own way to fight against the system as an outsider. No gods, no masters, no fucking peer pressure.  I’ll never be happy joining a chorus line. I don’t sign fucking petitions (they’re just lists for the NSA). I do donate, but like fuck will I do it performatively. I can’t go to protests cus I get panic attacky in crowds. I empathise pretty strongly with outsiders of all stripes but believe ridiculously excessively in the public good of criticism, and have a nostalgic love of trolling (I like to think I’m gentle with it though). Bring back the troll! We need that fucker, he’s a sign of a healthy internet. I’m writing this blog thing as an extension of my need to vent my extreme negativity. TBH I never expected to get any followers with ted twitter and the bizarre welcomingness of the hf twitter community totally wrongfooted me. I’m not nice. Ted isn’t meant to likable. He’s my dark side. I was meant to be using this alt as a way to terrorise the nice nice (secretly cruel) fashion people. I’m gunna try and up that aspect more. Just bear in mind, my complaints are largely about the system, but if I see you perpetuating fashion’s entrenched anti-intellectualism or its insidery bullshit, I’ll come for you with a little meta-bomb with your name on it. Maintaining my misanthropic tone does take work tho, like, deep down in some twisted part of my psyche, I guess I do actually want to be liked. It’s fucked up.

I suppose it’s only fair to explain this Ted fursona. Like, new concept, who dis? Why all the furry porn? …..because I just think it’s hilarious. Every time I think about the furries I cackle (not at them, mind). I just love the mad corruption of pure Disney aesthetics into hardcore pornography. That’s anti-authoritarian as fuck. I love the sincerity of their culture. The way the crazy fetish aspect means they’ll never be fully blandified by mainstream acceptance. The way it’s so cringe but so delightful. And more seriously, I’m interested in how a culture of mostly gay male nerds developed to the point where they’ll invest 10k in custom fursuits and support eachother’s independent businesses in ways that the fashion community completely fails to do. The fashion world sucks. There’s so many correlations there that I want to investigate: the newness (furries date from around the 70s, fashion culture in its self-aware state dates from the late 19th C – both very young fields); the centralisation/decentralisation; the hierarchy (furries can be pretty catty, I have discovered in my research, and we all know what fashion people are like); the adoption of new identities; the cis-boy gayness aspect (I’m increasingly tired of the extreme nasty hierarchy of certain CSM queens. It’s all very UGH. Just, fuck those particular bitches.) There’s more to the furry love, but I’ll explore it in future posts.

More importantly, why Ted fucking Kaczynski? I’m not like, actually a terrorist. (….yet. tehehe. NO, seriously I like non-maiming violence. Fuck yeah to property damage. Fuck yeah to disabling the system in extreme way. But no to wooden IEDs. Think of my shitty jokes that fail to land as my hand-crafted bombs). I think I like the shitness of Ted. He was just an epic fail of a terrorist. I’m a little white girl living in London. I’m not actually a primitivist, as much as I crave a hut in the woods. I did go to an elite school though. I had some really shitty experiences in the fashion industry in my early 20s, and I watch my friends who are relatively successful in that system and I get so angry on their behalf at their poor treatment. They think I’m too angry. Fuck that. They should be more angry, and the fact that they can’t be angry at their extreme precarity and the fact they’re still insecure and terrified of being ejected by the system after all their investment and skills they’ve built up is BULLSHIT. I’ll be double angry for them, I’m not invested in that system. I don’t need it to pay my rent. I’m free, motherfuckers, and I’m coming for the abusers and exploiters. If you’re a complacent industry figure not fighting hard from within, uggghhhhh fuck you. Yes, YOU. Soooo, I relate pretty hard to the MK ultra stuff. (go look him up, he was basically tortured and experimented upon by the elite). But there’s a pretty big chasm between my views and his, and I’ll try to be clear about the extent of my interest in his extreme beliefs. I haven’t even finished reading the manifesto. Basically, I watched that shitty show on Netflix with sam worthington around the same time I watched Joker (that movie fucked me up) and thought it’d be a good outlet to larp online as a terrorist. There’s the angry white alt-right school shooter aspect, which I’m still figuring out, cus I’m non-binary and I was raised by nutso trumpy right-wingers, who I barely speak to anymore, and I struggle to get along with people generally. There’s sad, self-pitying rage here. I empathise with the angry white dudes too much. I feel guilty about it. That’s good ground for artmaking (yes, shamefully, this…is…art. Sorry). I modelled this fursona a little after my brother, who I spent years living with and arguing with and trying to lift out of his scary racist youtube rabbit holes. This is actually quite an emotional thing for me, cus I did the ‘talk to your fascist family’ thing. And I completely failed. I realised his right-winginess wasn’t lessening, I wasn’t gaining ground, and in fact my excessive empathy and desire to reach out to the relative most similar to me in character meant his extremism was rubbing off on me. Making me more resentful and depressed. Feeling powerless. I was being too kind-hearted and forgiving of his masculine impotence. So I’m exploring some personal shit here. But Ted is also a cute lil fuzzball teddy bear. He means well, but me being super autistic and faily at social skills means he’s kind of a dick, cus I am. I’m going to try and further develop this character, this POV, and this post is the only time I’ll explain the divide between him and his creator (moi). The ‘I’ on the twitter and here is Ted Fashionski, I need that space between me and him. Masks give us this freedom to be more ourselves. Internet culture has lost a lot of its wild brutal anonymity in the last decade or so, now everyone’s afraid of making mistakes. How the hell do you grow if you’re not allowed to fuck up? This is a vital outlet. He’s become an important part of my life and I have to say, I love being Ted Fashionski. He’s like Paddington Bear who just escaped form Guantanamo or something.

I get pretty fatigued as a matter of course. I’m a long-term depressive since childhood. I have a difficult time keeping my hard-on for living. I don’t get suicidal really but I do struggle with extreme fatigue. I sleep a lot. I often fall into spirals of self-hate. And as someone who utterly believes in revolutionary leftist politics, I beat myself up about not doing enough. I’m so middle class and english and white. I was raised in such a chauvinistic and complacent culture; I don’t even know where to start. I’m wading my way through post-colonial literature and beating myself up for finding it boring and uncomfortable. It’s hard to force yourself to acknowledge your culture is The Bad Guys. It’s easier to fall into fanstasies of supremacy and butthurt misunderstoodness. And it’s not like my depressive brain needs any encouragement to hate me. My trajectory is ever leftwards, but I remember the righteous fury of being right-wing. I get it, that was me. We need more paths back from fascism, more comprehension of why people are that kind of shitty. I talk less, and less well, the more depressed I am. If I’m talking, it means im feeling a lot better. Just, fyi.

Give me a minute to be critical here. With the George Floyd protests, a lot of the cool guys on fashion twitter has gone blazingly hardcore on the political side. But there’s this troubling rhetoric about ‘no return to normal content’ or ‘this isn’t the time for fashion’. Like fuck it isn’t. This is a key problem with fashion culture right here, we have this received perception of fashion as empty escapism. Escapism matters in fashion, yes. But seriously, talking about the surfaces of things does not equal not caring about deeper meaning. What the fuck. Clothes are a connective tissue, a membrane between us. They’re emotional and powerful. We can talk about things that matter THROUGH clothes. I speak fashion, pretty fucking well. Most people who work at fashion magazines are morons with no understanding or respect for their subject. They’re incapable of doing it justice, and that’s deliberate. On this tumblr you’ll see rants and reviews of fashion and other artforms, always interpreting through a fashion lens. cus it matters, cus it’s a vital part of the culture, cus just because something has a glittery, seductive surface doesn’t mean it doesn’t communicate or contain depth. There’s no going back to ‘normal fashion content’, yes. Normal fashion content is a fucking psyop to divert legitimate interest in aesthetics amongst largely non-academic dyslexic visual types away from careful thought/feeling and towards empty consumerist commericiality. The traditional fashion media wants you to express yourself and your interest in the zeitgeist through buying more shit. Another fashion world is possible. Let’s destroy the old and build a new one, one where surface and spirit are connected and true and fashion can’t be abused in service of evil industrial monopolists.

/end rant. TLDR: angry fictional teddy bear with tin-foil hat and an eco-anarchist fetish says no to stupid fashion and yes to the renewal of conceptual fashion. Also, Fuck White People.

[meganlpie]

Faked

Anonymous asked: hi meg! im so jazzed requests are open, it was great to read what you had lined up! 😍 may i request a metatron x reader where his death was faked (sort of like gabriel’s is rumored to be) and they’re reunited and there’s a happy ending? big warm hugs with his wings would be nice 😉 thanks for keeping us entertained darlin!! 💕

Here you go, anon! I do not own Metatron, Sam, Dean or Castiel. The belong to the creators of Supernatural. 

Warnings: Angst and fluff

Pairings: Metatron x reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel

You stared in disbelief. How was this possible? There was no way this was happening. “M-Met?” you stuttered and he turned to look at you. “You’re alive?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Y/N, you okay?” Sam asked. You nodded slowly, your eyes never leaving Metatron. “How?” Metatron glanced over at Dean and Castiel. “You knew?! You knew he was alive and you didn’t tell me?!”

*flashback*

               "NO!“ you screamed as Dean pulled you out of the building. A blinding light filled the space and you knew he was dead. Amara had killed him. Metatron was the love of your life, not that you ever told him,  and now he was dead. Dean gripped your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. You felt the pain course through you. Your heart broke when you thought of how you’d never see him again. You’d never get to hear him telling you the stories of the Earth again. You’d never get assure him that he was loved. Everything you planned with him was in ruins.

*end flashback*

               "How could you not tell me that you faked his death?!” you scolded, rather loudly. All four of them flinched. “We couldn’t take the chance that Amara would find out, Y/N.” You shook your head before walking over and punching Metatron right in the nose. “Get out!” you growled. Turning on your heel, you left the room. “Give Y/N a few minutes to cool off,” Sam suggested and Metatron nodded, clutching his nose. You hadn’t really hurt him, but you had surprised him.

               In your room, you paced back and forth. Your emotions kept bouncing between fury and relief. Metatron was alive. You were angry that the boys had kept it a secret from you, but you were ecstatic that he wasn’t dead. Suddenly, you started crying. All the feelings you kept in all those months finally broke free.

               There was a knock on your door. “Go away, Sam!” Sam was always the one to come comfort you when you were upset about Metatron. He never understood what you saw in the angel, but he hated the idea of you hurting. Instead of listening, whoever it was opened the door. “I said go away-” you turned and stopped talking. “You said ‘go away, Sam’. I’m not Samantha.”

               "Oh well…go away, Met.“ He chuckled, knowing you probably didn’t mean it. "Y/N.” You shook your head. “No, Metatron. You pretended to be dead for months. I mourned you. I thought I’d never see you again. I just got used to that fact when you suddenly showed up again. How do you think that makes me feel? That no one felt the need to share with me, the person who loved you, that you weren’t dead after all?”

               "You love me?“ You rolled your eyes. "That’s what you got out of that? Always focusing on you, huh?” Metatron chuckled and shook his head. “Not anymore. I did some thinking while I was in hiding. I realized that I was a self-indulgent, self-righteous angel. I didn’t care about anyone or anything other than myself. Until I met you.”

               You sniffled and he continued, “I’m sorry for putting you through what I did.” You looked at his pouting face and laughed. You never could stay mad at him. You approached him slowly and wrapped your arms around him. He stood frozen for a second before returning the embrace. You sighed happily until you felt something else wrapped around you.

                Your brows furrowed and you pulled away to look at Metatron. Whatever it was felt warm and feather light. “Met? Are those your…wings I’m feeling?” Metatron nodded. “Yeah. I’m surprised. Most humans can’t see or feel an angel’s wings.” You hummed and hugged him again, reveling in the feeling of his arms, and his wings, around you.

(a/n: I hope you like it.)

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