#did i mention satan writes poetry in this fic?

[daytaker]

12. Celestial Light (LABS Update!)

“The only thing I regret about leaving that stupid dinner is that I don't get to watch Lucifer squirm while they talk about that place. They don’t even know that they’re punishing him, and he’s too proud to tell them. I’m Wrath. I can leave when I want to. But Pride is trapped. I hope that dinner goes on for a long, long time.”

I updated my dumpster for early Satan headcanons magnum opus!

Existing Sucks, So Let's All Be Shadows!

Ship: Satan x GN!MC (There ain't one of it in this chapter though. Actually you have to squint to find it anywhere in the first twelve chapters. This technique is what the chefs among us call a "slow burn".) Chapter Word Count: ~5500 Hosted on AO3. Excerpt below the cut.

“Why didn’t you go yet?” he snapped.

“I was giving you time to calm down.”

“I think I told you that I don’t like being treated like a child.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Then you’d better stop slamming your silverware and storming off to your room.”

Satan scowled, his cheeks flushing darkly. “What did you want?”

“Do you want this roll? Because otherwise I’ll eat it.”

Looking more exhausted than angry, Satan sat on the floor adjacent to me.

“Just split it in half.”

I did, and for a minute, we sat eating our rolls, listening to the indistinct sound of voices and the clattering of silverware against dishes downstairs.

I was the first one to speak. “I don’t blame you for being frustrated.”

Satan pinched down on the bit of bread left and looked at it with a sneer. “Thank goodness I have your permission to be mad. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise.”

“Sarcasm isn’t a good look either, if you’re trying to come across as mature,” I said to him, and he smushed that last bit of bread into a tiny, doughy pancake before popping it in his mouth. His tail wrapped around him and he toyed with the spikes on it, gritting his teeth.

I sighed, tucking my foot under my opposite knee. “Sorry. You don’t need me scolding you on top of everything else right now.”

His fingers stopped working and his teeth stopped grinding for a moment before he looked up at me.

“I don’t understand you. You don’t have any reason to be so nice to me. But you are, and I’ve just been letting you do it.” He leaned in slightly. “At this point, I’m willing to accept that you aren’t just a spy for Lucifer, but in that case, what is your angle? Are you collecting favors or something? Do I owe you?”

I almost laughed. How cynical could one person be?

“Where I’m from,” I said, “it’s not that unusual to be kind to other people just because it feels good.”

“It feels good?”

“If you’re being sincere, and if they seem to appreciate it? I think so, yeah.”

“How do you know I’ve appreciated a single thing you’ve done?”

I met his gaze full on. That was such a stupid question. “What, don’t you?”

He resumed fidgeting with his tail, giving him an excuse to avert his eyes. “…Some of it, yes.” He shifted a bit further away from me and suddenly changed the subject. “That angel said there aren’t shadows in the Celestial Realm. What did he mean by that?”

“…I don’t know,” I said, looking at him curiously. “You’d have to ask Simeon.”

“I don’t want to ask Simeon,” he muttered. He sounded childish again, but I kept that thought to myself this time.

“You’re interested in shadows, aren’t you?” I tilted my head slightly. “You’ve talked about them before.”

“They’re what light doesn’t touch,” he replied, as if that should make everything clear. 

I nodded, paused, sighed, and said, “I hope you’re not getting the literal and the metaphorical too mixed up.”

“Is there a difference though? The Devildom is literally dark. The Celestial Realm is literally light. Angels…are literally light. I didn’t realize that before today.”

I was starting to feel as if what he was trying to tell me was going right over my head. “Does that mean demons are literally dark? What are you trying to say?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I’m just talking.” He shifted to rest his back against the wall beside me. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

[featherdusterbelphie]

A Clingy Boy Sticking For 15 Centuries (not really but he's a demon so)

A/n: something possessed me the other night and I came back to an old idea of mine. BTW, I did not know how to end this lmao...oh well ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭

CW: Satan angst. MC is dead in this fic. If you know the song, you know what's coming. Also includes blink-and-you'll-miss-it mention of Nightbringer.

Word count: 1.8k words total.

Satan was one of those who did not cry at your funeral. No matter how much his heart clenched or his throat tightened, he didn't utter a single word or shed a single tear. Not even as they all watched your coffin slowly get lowered down into the ground, not when it gets buried in dirt, not when they finally attach the gravestone with your name on it.

No, Satan wouldn't weep upon your death. He had a reputation to keep, and he will not cry even in the presence of his brothers. Even when he finds himself all alone in the Human World, blankly staring down at your gravestone as if willing it to not exist.

Because try as he might to deny it, Satan had as much of Lucifer's pride in him as the eldest had as much of his wrath. He wanted to be strong for you, to be like his older brother. He knew you didn't want him crying on your behalf, knew beforehand that you wanted him to prosper when you died. To move on and be happy.

And he tried.

He tried so hard, but no matter what he did, there just seem to be some horrible creature eating away at his chest, baring his heart for all to see. Tugging at his chest like a heavy anchor, making every single day feel like wading through deep mud, and all he can do is try his best not to sink and drown. None of his hobbies or interests seemed to fill this emptiness in him, especially since everything reminded him of you. His wrath gets even easier to trigger as well, his mood becoming more erratic and unpredictable as time passed.

He can't go on much longer like this.

So he decided to go for a more healthier approach to coping for your death. He decided to write. He researched and found that none of the known healthy coping mechanisms applied to him nor interested him. Some he already tried and some he didn't even want to consider. He searched some more and found that journaling is a good way of letting out heavy emotions and thoughts, but that seemed far too mundane and cliche for his taste. He wanted to do something more, something special.

So he decided to write poetry about you instead.

At first, he was skeptical and hesitant, afraid that the words he'll write won't be able to capture you, his feelings, everything. Afraid that this won't work and he'll have to find a different way to cope. But what if there isn't any? What if he can't cope with your death that he begins to be consumed by his own grief? No, he can't have that. He'll push through with this, see if this works first. He'll think about other strategies when he gets there.

He started writing once a week, just small things to get some stuff off his chest. He forced himself to keep with this schedule of dedicating a time each week just to write about you, or about his day if thinking about you seemed far too difficult at the time. Slowly, it would turn into a regular habit for him, and he would begin writing more. Expressing his thoughts on paper as his chest feels lighter, and his mood gets better.

Soon, he has enough poetry about you to compose his own anthology book.

He doesn't know how but at some point, Asmo found out about his poetry about you and begged over and over again to let him post it. To share it with the others. Satan wanted none of that at first, he wanted to keep them to himself. These were his poetry about you and his feelings, why would he ever let anyone else see them?

But Asmo was relentless. Day and night, every hour he could get with the fourth-born was spent pleading and begging, going so far as to convince their other brothers to help him when he told them about Satan's writings. This irked Satan, of course, because this was the closest thing to an act of betrayal that Asmo could've done.

He knew how much his brothers cared about you. Knew that they loved you just as much as he did. So he knew how selfish he was acting at the moment, and how easily Asmo guilt-tripped and peer-pressured him. So he decided to compromise with Asmo and the others about posting one of his poetry-- but nothing more. Mammon tried to argue about the unfairness of that limitation but one glare from Satan quickly shut him up.

That evening, he decided to post something more light. Something that showcased you and his love but doesn't intrude on both of your privacy, doesn't relay the extent of your relationship, unlike the others of its kind. He pressed that post button right before he went to sleep, turning his DDD off to rest.

When he turned his DDD on the next morning, he gets blasted with tons of notifications from demons praising his work and sharing it all around. As one of the Seven Lords, which is practically a celebrity title at this point, Satan was used to getting praise and likes on his Devilgram posts from his fans. But this is something a bit different. This isn't some random picture of an adorable cat he found on the street and decided to post about, or a selfie of himself to keep up appearances-- no. These were his feelings, albeit vaguely written. This was the most honest he could ever get with strangers, with his so-called fans. And they were praising him, asking for more.

They enjoyed his work. And he did, too.

Throughout the years, Satan found himself growing a steady fanbase that are loyal to him and his work as he continued to post his poetry on his blog. They would constantly praise him and prompt him to share more, allowing himself a way to cope. Eventually, he posted enough to make his own book, one of his 'friends' offering to publish his poetry into his own anthology book, as a gift for becoming Satan's fan.

Ah, but they were nothing to you, of course. Sure, they praised him and gave him gifts but no one could ever compare to you. They were all just pawns to help him move on, nothing more. Besides, he would reap the benefits for now and deal with the consequences later (not that there would be much, since he's become extremely influential).

But just like VY2, good things don't last forever. He would soon be hit with a devastating curse that left him reverted back to what he used to be. A prank on Lucifer backfired and he found himself confused, scared and angry. He doesn't remember much of anything. Who are these people? What is he? Who is he? And why does he have this heavy feeling in his chest?

Similar to the one in Nightbringer, this amnesiac Satan is violent, prone to outbursts and is uncontrollable. His brothers don't know what to do with him, especially since he can't seem to remember anything at all.

Everyday was a new way to trigger him, to unknowingly cause the destruction of a part of the House of Lamentation. It got so bad that Lucifer had to house arrest him so he couldn't cause trouble at RAD and worst, hurt himself.

When he wasn't causing destruction and burning everything around him, Satan spent his days locked up in his room (either because Lucifer locked him in there or he himself refused to come out). He would cry himself to sleep, he would destroy his room, throw his books, burn the walls and scream until he couldn't. Anything and everything just to make this heavy feeling in his chest go away.

Eventually, he finds a (miraculously intact) copy of his book of poetry written about you and he starts to remember. Bit by bit, day by day, his memories start to come back to him. Slowly, he would start becoming the Satan everyone knew him to be again, the Avatar of Wrath, one of the Seven Lords, but there's something wrong. He can't remember you apart from your name and the fact that he loves you. Where even are you?

When he asks his brothers about you, they either give him a sad look or avoid his question entirely. Sometimes they would even go out of their way to change the subject.

He doesn't understand why they keep acting like this. Or why he has this awful feeling at the back of his head, a bitter taste at the tip of his tongue. Did something happen with you and his brothers that he hasn't remembered yet? Why do they keep referring to you with past tenses?

When Lucifer deemed him healthy and capable enough to go back to school, Satan acts like his normal self. No one bats an eye at his sudden disappearance, why his poetry blog has gone silent for a while. Everything was back the way it was, as much as it did with that nagging feeling still at the back of Satan's mind.

Eventually, he did find out why everyone seemed to be acting weird about you, why no one would talk about you as if you are a taboo they would not dare curse upon.

He found a portrait of you in the Council Room. After a long and boring meeting discussing the coming Halloween event held at RAD, Satan's curiosity piqued when he saw a wall dedicated to you in the room just beside Diavolo's portrait.

As he gets closer, he sees your name written in the golden plaque placed on the bottom of the frame. But what's that message underneath it? His mind blanks at the words he suddenly can't comprehend.

No, this can't be. What does, 'You were beloved and we will miss you dearly. May you find peace wherever you may be. We will always cherish the time we spent with you. We love you MC.' mean?!

He can't believe this, outright refuses to. You can't be dead, can you?! After all, he knows you. You were the exchange student, only second to Solomon in magical prowess and beloved by all of the Devildom. You had a pact with his brothers. He wrote poetry about you and was planning on delivering them to you back to the Human World. They loved you. He loved you-

It clicked on him then. It suddenly made sense why everyone talks about you as if you were a past, something that happened, someone they had to part with. It explains this heaviness in his chest, the faded tear stains in his old poetry drafts, why his own words seem to hold a strange melancholy in them. You were dead, he finally remembered. He almost wished he didn't.

[flabbergasties]

I would absolutely like elaboration on the "bonkers conspiracy theories that academics have posited for the master letters"

OOOOOOOOOOO BOY

Okay is the response to this ask literally actually WEEKS late? The answer is yes. Is it because I only have so much Cool Girl Executive Functioning Skills in my fragile victorian ghost body to scream about Emily Dickinson on any given day and all of that energy was being poured into just making sure I didn’t abandon tatt due to my inability to commit to things or see them through to the end? Also yes.

But!! I!! Am!! Here!! Now!! On the day the Lord hath risen to talk about Amherst’s own “best little girl” (ew, Emily, you were wild for that)

So first thing’s first: When I say “bonkers conspiracy theories,” I am referring to…like, every theory. But here are the ones that I just ?? don’t get. 

Judge Otis Lord: prime suspect, right? Okay. Sure. Emily Dickinson gets freaky with a dude her dad’s age, writes some domme/sub wildness about it. Except…She “fell in love” with him a decade after these letters were written? And “Emily Dickinson is a psychic but only about the people she imagined having freaky sex with” isn’t on MY bingo card, but go off, I guess?? 

Charles Wadsworth: a minister she met while accompanying her dad on a trip to Philly. Okay while we all know our girl Emily was fr insane (affectionate), idk of anyone who would write freaky shit about someone she briefly met on a 3 day trip with her dad?? Like in terms of an event that would plant the seeds for someone to write "Master—open your life wide, and take [in] me in forever", I just...a business trip with dad is just not giving it.

(that’s a lie I am a lesbian I know a lot of people who would meet someone for three days and then write them erotic letters but alkjsdflakj let’s not confuse the point)

Also we know that Martha misdated letters and straight-up invented stories to try to frame Wadsworth as Emily’s main squeeze (because, yk, it’s awkward to have the whole world know ur aunt was in love with ur mom), so we’ve already got a p unreliable narrative. NEXT!

Sam Bowles: Boring. Expected. She wrote freakier shit to his wife. I’m over it. NEXT! 

Amherst Academy Principal Leonard Humphrey: ????? there is no proof ?? at all ?? at this point we are literally scraping the bottom of the teacher/student BARREL…like yes surely these absurd love letters were written to a mans EDicks didn’t interact with at all (*glances over at the HUNDREDS of letters she wrote to women, including ?? the lingerie ?? she knit ?? for one ?? get me out i hate it here).

Okay and then the academics are like…let us LEAP over the possibility that these are art for the sake of art or GOD FORBID about ~*women*~ and jump straight into: These are letters written to the devil ??

The…literal devil. Like, Satan. Like, Emily Dickinson wrote BDSM fan fiction about herself and ?? Satan. Go off, i guess? 

(There’s an alternatively posited theory that the letters are written to Shakespeare. This is also absurd, but as someone who DID write smut adjacent fanfic about Emily Dickinson, I cannot pass judgment on a world where SHE wrote smut fic about herself and The Bard. Like, good for her.)

[Honorable mention to the theorists who believe that the master letters are actually written to *her* *own* *self* but reimagined as a man. I don’t super subscribe to this theory, but I think it would be a badass move and would also support my ongoing theory that nobody loved Emily Dickinson as much as Emily Dickinson loved Emily Dickinson (I hate her) (I love her)] 

Cue me, scoffing at all of these theories and FOR SURE oversimplifying them in the process.

But...the facts are that the master letter drafts were kept among her poetry—not among her other correspondences. And idk thinking that these works are anything other than — just that — WORKS is giving “The only way we can accept this kooky old maid into our hearts n’ souls is if we can create a story where she was a kinky sub to some older man” energy, which I don’t really live for if I’m being honest. 

(And I’m NOT proposing that these letters were written to anyone, because of literally what I *JUST* said, but if you wanted to entertain the thought that they were written to/about someone, it’s worth noting that the last master letter was written just months after Kate broke up with her. Which is a much more realistic timeline than our pal Otis who came on the scene ?? 10 years later ?? And we KNOW Emily had some freaky goings-on with Kate okay—a rant for another day) 

Anyway, I end this unhinged essay with what irl!Austin (who is overwhelmingly meh, all things considered) said when he found that that his sister wrote sexy letters, ‘cuz apparently he basically shrugged and was like “idk my sister was in love with a lot of people??” 

Which might be the only accurate thing irl Austin Dickinson ever said about his sister alkdjfalksjd

Bc like we don’t know a lot factually about Emily Elizabeth Dickinson but we do know this: that chick? Messy.

[nox-lee]

My Beloved is Mine and I am His: 13x02 and Song of Solomon

One of the first things I wrote when I was brand new to the fandom was a short fic with Castiel reading and re-enacting sections from the Song of Songs to Dean. At the time, I thought it was too cheesy and trite to fit within the realm of Supernatural, and I deleted it in a bout of frustration. I am regretting that today like you wouldn’t believe.

I’m a bit of a bible nerd. I took a lot of theology and religion classes in my undergrad. That was nearly a decade ago though, so my current knowledge is a bit shaky. Here’s what I can recall about Song of Solomon that may or may not inform your reading of 13x02 and SPN in general.

A disclaimer: I am sick and drug addled, so please forgive any incoherent rambling. There is a lot of irrelevant gibberish, so I’ve tried to highlight the bits relevant to SPN.

To begin!

Solomon is the heir of King David (whom you may recall had a passionate same-sex relationship with Jonathan.) Solomon’s reign is idealized, much like David’s was, and it was under Solomon that the First Temple was built. Solomon is famous for his wisdom and his large concubine of women. Notably, he settled a dispute between two women who were fighting over a child. He offered to cut it in half, revealing the true mother who could not bring herself to see the child hurt. This bears resemblance to Jack’s situation right now, torn between two fathers.

Song of Solomon (also known as Song of Songs, or the Canticles) is often attributed to Solomon because he is mentioned. However, the text is dated much later, and certain Persian words and influences in the text suggest a post-exilic era as the earliest possible date. Some scholars date it even later.

Song of Solomon is part of the collection in the Hebrew Bible known as The Writings (or the Kethuvim). It’s the third major division in the Hebrew Bible, and one of the last to be adopted into canon. It’s a bit of a catch all category that contains vastly diverse content including poetic works (Psalms, Song of Songs), and wisdom literature (Proverbs, Job, Ecclesiastes), to name a few.

Most of these writings (including Song of Songs) date to the post-exilic era. That is, after the Babylonian conquest, and during Persian rule. The nation of Judah perished in the fires that were set to Solomon’s temple. Post-exile, Judea was experiencing a theological crisis in the face of the apparent absence of Yahweh, or God. David’s dynasty has collapsed, and we see theological despair reflected in writings like Job and Ecclesiastes that ponder the problem of evil, the absence of God, and undeserved suffering. Song of Solomon, and other writings like it, were written at a time when things felt hopeless and there were fears that God has abandoned his people. It is oddly fitting then, that Jack should open to this particular part of the bible. 

The Kethuvim mark a shift in religious thought. Previous writings centred on an independent kingdom involved in international politics. After the fall of the temple, we see an exiled, diasporic religion now led by priests instead of divinely appointed kings. Religious leaders and writers had to adjust and re-envision their scriptural teachings. Gone was the simplistic thesis that equated prosperity with religious obedience and misery with sin. The authors of the books known as The Writings were questioning conventional scripture of the time and creatively refocusing their theology.

Persian rule also introduced new religious ideas, namely Zoroastrianism, which came to influence later Judeo-Christian ideas. Zoroastrianism viewed the world as dualistic, ruled by two opposing powers of good (light) and evil (dark) and had hierarchies of angels and demons. Until this time, most biblical literature did not give name or ranks to angels, nor did they depict satan as an actual autonomous figure. We have Zoroastrianism to thank for that, and its influence on biblical writings can start to be felt around the post-exile period (i.e. the time during which Song of Solomon was written). The book of Daniel, for example, names the angel Gabriel, and the Book of Tobit names the demon Asmodeus. (In Tobit, Asmodeus is a jealous demon who kills each successive husband of Sarah on her wedding night and is later exorcised. He is someone who keeps lovers apart and keeps them from consummating their love.)

Songs of Songs is essentially a collection of erotic love poems. The book defies any easy interpretation or classification, and it stands out in stark contrast to the rest of biblical canon. It’s a completely unabashed, uninhibited celebration of sex, with little evidence to suggest that the lovers are married. They do not live together, and yearn intensely for one another when apart. It’s the subject of numerous feminist readings, as it’s one of few books of the bible to give a voice to women’s thoughts and feelings. Here, those are romantic and erotic feelings.

Don’t believe me? Read this:

My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost being yearned for him. I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt. (Song of Solomon 5: 4-5)

This is some raunchy stuff for the bible! And all of this is sharply contrasted with the sexual ethos elsewhere in the bible which imposes harsh penalties for sexual misconduct, and places great emphasis on the institution of marriage. Deuteronomy (a book of the bible about sexual and social control) calls for the death penalty in many cases

There was understandably some debate as to whether this particular bit of writing warranted inclusion in the biblical canon of scripture. Rabbi Akiba was a key figure in the development of the Hebrew canon. While he argued strongly against the inclusion of certain books of the Apocrypha, he advocated for the Song of Songs, calling it the Holy of Holies. Its sanctity was preserved by interpreting it as an allegory for the love between Yahweh and Israel, and later by Christians as the love between Christ and the Church. Interestingly, God is not mentioned once in the entire book. (The only other book of the Bible where God is not mentioned even once is Esther.)

And yet, this book was called the Holiest of Holies. Love is championed here above all else.

I really don’t think we’ve seen the last of Chuck. Someone (I’m sorry, I can’t remember who!) pointed out the rainbow glare that happened in 13x01 when Dean was praying as a sign of God’s promise. (Edit: I’m an idiot. I reblogged the damn thing and it was just a couple posts down. It was @gneisscastiel who made the beautiful post about lens flares and pointed out the rainbow as God’s promise.)  The inclusion of Song of Solomon in 13x02, besides being a blatant callout to Dean and Cas, suggests this is also about God and his people. I’d also like to suggest that Song of Solomon is a book that asks us to think broadly about canon. What constitutes canon? How is it formed? And I do mean canon here in the sense not just of biblical canon, but of fandom canon. Who decides what canon is? Is there room in canon for outliers like the Song of Solomon? The answer, as the show has just demonstrated, should be a resounding yes.

Onto the destiel side of things, which I’m sure has been discussed already. Song of Solomon contains some of the most beautiful poetry in the Bible. It is full of similes and references to nature (and arguably Eden/Paradise). It is deeply rural and pastoral, with an appreciation of agriculture, nature, and animal life. The multiple reference to sheep in 13x02 were no coincidence, I’m sure. Castiel has long been associated with natural, rural things: flowers, bees, goats, fish, etc. (If the Void is depicted as a garden and Cas has been spending his time under apple trees, I’m going to lose my freaking mind.) Is he being associated with sheep now? As someone who has been led by God, other angels, duty, Dean, Jack… perhaps this is time for Cas to choose a direction for himself. Sheep and lambs in the bible are also frequently marked for sacrifice. They represent symbolic innocence, and in the New Testament, Christ is called the “Lamb of God.” I definitely think Cas is being set up as a Christ-like figure with his death and anticipated resurrection. If 13x02 made anything clear, it’s that Cas is the answer the whatever problem faces Dean, Sam, and Jack alike.  

Lamentations might have been a more appropriate choice for the episode. It’s also a book of poetry, but one that evokes pain and loss. But they chose instead to give us the book that celebrates love and hope amidst despair. That’s a choice that feel very deliberate, and makes me cautiously optimistic for Dean and Cas.

 In closing, here are some passages from Song of Solomon, and the ones I feel are most closely tied to a destiel narrative.

“You have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes.” (Song of Solomon 4:9)

 “Set me a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm…”   (Song of Solomon 8:6)

  “… For love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame.” (Song of Solomon 8:6)

“I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but found him not.” (Song of Solomon 3:2)

 “My beloved is mine and I am his.”  (Song of Solomon 2:16)

[imjohnnydora]

what is this u may ask?? idk either!! so a couple of days ago i hit 700 followers (wth?!? ilysm?!?) and i wasnt in the mood to do anything Big but i still wanted to give u guys some love!! ♥ so i compiled a list of mutuals i’ve grown rly fond of!! (tho its supes risky bc any of u who know me know that my memory is the literal worst so if we’re friends and i left u out (SORRY) its 110% bc im an awful person not bc i dont love u and u should lmk so i can add u)

disclaimer: i narrowed this down to people i’ve spoken to on several occasions, spoken to recently, and/or have known a super long time. bc otherwise this would literally just be a list of all of my followers bc ur all my best friends ily ♥

**sidenote i included people (read: literally just emma) that only follow my sideblog @johnnydora bc i have no boundaries deal with it

♥♥ I LOVE YOU ALL ♥♥

!!! these are in alphabetical order btw

@alyxhathaway11 is more adorable than u could possibly imagine tbh. we havent actually rly spoken ever but i love you so much and u always leave the kindest comments on my poetry and i appreciate u a lot ♥

@dogworldchampion is my jACKET TWIN and like a nice person and my friend but jacket twin tops everything so idk wyd. anyway ur so fun to talk to and yell with and ily ♥

@elsaclack is honestly a goddess bye. pal idk i love u a lot and u write the best things and im still like 70% too scared to talk to u but ur rly sweet and fun so im working my up there. anyway the hearteyes emoji is me @ u thats all ♥

@eunoiaschaos is a poetry goddess who also yells with me about bones so like the best of both worlds tbh. and i do not talk to u as much as i should but i always see u and hope ur doin great pal ily ♥

@feyrhysandd is a Fairy Queen like literally im not kidding. ur the coolest and ive been Slacking on talking to u lately but honestly every conversation with u is incredible. ur incredible. ur art is incredible. ily ♥

@finnicko-loves-anniec is not rly a tumblr friend but a friend nonetheless. i’ve known u for an impossibly long time and neither of us has spontaneously combusted yet so thats a good sign. cant wait take over the world w/ u ♥

@ivegotthislove is the cUTEST LIL PATOOTIE wait potootest? idk how to make them rhyme now anyway we dont talk often but every time ur on my dash my gay heart skips a beat i see u and im proud of u ♥

@karlenalvthor is my bestest friend in this WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD and i love her more than words can describe. ur a treasure babe and idk where i’d be without u in my life ♥

@minyardx is that Mutual Who’s Too Cool For Me. but pal ur the sweetest lil bean and i always smile every time i see u on my dash and im so happy i got the nerve to speak to u ♥

@mytholgie is a super duper sweetheart. im always smiling so fondly when ur on my dash and im v grateful for the times we’ve spoken bc ur so friendly and lovely and i should talk to u more oops ♥

@oblviqte is a gross bread hater but its ok bc i can see past our differences and love her anyway. u’ve got the warmest spirit and i know that if i send u an ask when im sad u’ll always cheer me up (even if u dont know that ur doing so) ♥

@ohmyperalta is rly sweet and cute. i loved yelling about potc with u and im v excited to yell with u about future things bc ur a good yelling partner and a good friend in general ♥

@roscoesantangelo is obsessed with loves jorma taccone but im not allowed to use the word obsessed. anyway ur a gem and i dont even mind that im bad at making u focus bc then i have more time to talk to u ♥

@santiagostyle is my pal my friend my love and also probably Satan but its ok bc i sold my soul to her it’s all good. talking to u every day has become a Constant in my life and i get so happy when i see notifs from u ♥

@scorpius-hyperions is also not rly a tumblr friend but she’s a cutie and we have a sc streak sooooo. ur honestly the brightest person i know babe like i love ur spirit u always make me so happy ♥

@sergeant-santiago is rLY FUN TO YELL WITH. and im lame bc i should yell with u more often tbh bc ur sweet and adorable and supportive and did i mention fun to yell with??? ♥

@softsawyer is a nerd who turned off her entire askbox to force me out of hiding or something like that but this is my post so. and anyway i admire u way too much but u actually? answer my messages? unbelievable ilysm babe ♥

@three-drink-amy is a relatively new friend but i have zero (0) chill so i love her already. anyway pal i love hearing bout ur fics and reading ur fics like they Kill me every time ur so great ♥

@theodorenctt is a babe and ive known her a long time but havent spoken to her in also a long time which is bad i should do that. but ur an angel and i think ur Too Cool To Be Real and i smile always when ur on my dash ♥

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Raging Dumpster Fire (An Anthology Of All The Stuff I've Written)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PKGecU

by SeerOfShips

I've got a whole bunch of things written, and I don't completely want to burn them, so I decided to compile them all and upload them here! I'll update it as I write, and most likely will go back and redo a few of the things I post. Requests are welcome! (Fair warning, I may not get to them right away, because writer's block is actual Satan)

Words: 20181, Chapters: 12/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Original Work, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Original Characters, Artemis (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Zeus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Apollo (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Freddie Mercury, Lucifer, Gabriel, Michael, and a few other assorted angels, but they're all written uniquely, Did I mention the werewolf?, Jod Themself

Relationships: Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Original Character/Original Character/Original Character, Original Character(s) & Original Character(s), Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Original Male Character(s) & Original Non-Binary Character(s), Original Male Character(s) & Original Male Character(s), Artemis (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Original Fiction, Poetry, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Post-Apocalypse, Buzzfeed Unsolved References, Good Omens References, Prompt Fic, Based on a Bruno Mars Song, Work In Progress, All Time Favorites, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character, Basically the whole thing's gay, Urban Fantasy, References to Supernatural (TV), Doctor Who References, I DID SO MUCH RESEARCH FOR THE LONGER ONES, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee Shops, References to fanfics that are on this site, so many references, Steampunk, Alternate Universe - Mad Max Fusion, Free Verse, Pirates, Arranged Marriage, kind of, it's stopped, Genderfluid Character, Trans Character, Asexual Character, Asexual Relationship, Polygamy, Nonbinary Character, all the representation, Lesbian Character, Lesbians in Space, that's a tag, This makes me happy, Steven Universe References, Pansexual Character, Bisexuality, Coming Out, Break Up, a lot of these are for completely different stories, THESE TAGS DO NOT GO IN ORDER, sorry about that, Queen (Band) References, I'm Not Ashamed, I probably should be but I'm not, Magic, so much magic, Cryptids, Volleyball, Beach Volleyball, Tour Bus, Assassins & Hitmen, Mutual Pining, Drama, Slow Burn, Lucifer is forever alone and HE HATES IT, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, I wrote in the end we're safe and sound with angst in mind and i'm kind of sorry, kind of not though, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Cheating, Plot Twists, Weirdness, Weird Biology, Weird Plot Shit, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Fallen Angels, References to Paradise Lost, Mythology References, Historical References, Historical Accuracy, hopefully, Inspired by Music, 80's Music, Music, Musical References, so much music, The stories in this took up like 3 months of my life, To Be Edited, To Be Continued

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PKGecU