#divine intervention working on will and devotion alone is amazing

[hoarding-stories]

Love the repeated instances of

"I do *generally divine thing*"

"Does it work???"

Nothing is concrete

[tothewheel]

20 questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag @kvothes :D answers under the cut

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 22!

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 95,931

3. what fandoms do you write for? supernatural. i have one rdr2 fic published and i privately write greys anatomy fic sometimes

4. top five fics by kudos: DSM-V, dawn breaks overhead, a confession; a misunderstanding, i hate you for what you did and i miss you like a little kid, he stares at the stars; they stare back. i find this so interesting because half of these are some of my least favorites lol

5. do you respond to comments? usually! sometimes i forget or don't have the time/energy, but every comment means a lot to me and i try to make it known

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i usually write fics with happy endings because it makes me happy lol. a lot of my endings are melancholy at best though. my claire study, i'm sorry i'm the one you love is definitely my saddest. needless to say i was going through it at the time of writing. also my entire divorce series which i totally forgot about even writing

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? my first thought was divine intervention and it definitely is happy as a stand-alone fic, but with the context of timshel it's pretty bittersweet. so maybe timshel is the happiest ending? DSM-V is a pretty happy ending too. augh! hard to say

8. do you get hate on fics? i haven't gotten any so far!

9. do you write smut? sometimes, but i feel like it always comes out very awkward and wrong. writing lesbians has helped me fix that lol

10. craziest crossover? my abandoned grey's anatomy/supernatural au is sitting in my dusty google docs

11. have you ever had your fic stolen? not that i know of!

12. have you ever had a fic translated? nope!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? no, but i think i'd be open to it depending on the idea and the author

14. all-time favorite ship? oh you know.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? my robot cas/engineer dean fic... abandoned in my docs

16. what are your writing strengths? i'd say dialogue! i think i'm pretty good at getting in a character's head, and i've been told i write good dean dialogue :)

17. what are your writing weaknesses? actions i'd say. not just fighting scenes but just... what a character is doing. i think i also write too fast-paced which i'd like to get better at

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? i'm conversational in french but 1) don't write french characters and 2) find translating to be very clumsy. i sometimes translate small phrases into enochian when i write cas, but that too is always frustrating given it's not a real language. in general i often find other languages to be jarring in dialogue. i don't know how to describe it other than it just feeling very forced.

19. favorite fic you've written? can i do top three? i'm doing top three. in no particular order

dead woman, enter stage left: this is one of my favorites plot-wise and just as a character study. though i enjoyed writing it and the ideas i had for it, i feel like i didn't portray everything the way i wanted to and could've done a better job. but i love this one! jo! and my own made-up amara lore!

DSM-V: another big struggle. fun fact i'm currently rewriting it completely. this is another fic where i had a lot of ideas but didn't give myself enough time to completely realize them, and it comes off very rushed and unnuanced. i also hate the way i handled dean's thoughts in the narrative. NO MORE RELYING ON ITALICS! it introduced me to some amazing mutuals and is my major hit, and i love it! it started as a crack fic and no, i still haven't told my therapist about it. amy if you're reading this i promise i don't have secret feelings for you i just thought this was a really funny idea and had just binge-watched fleabag

devotion: nothing much to say it's just hot and emotional and i love the way it came out

20. tagging: @dogearedheart @mythopoetry + anyone else who wants to do this!!! mutuals rise up i love you!

[youshi56]

Good Morning:

Maglife Daily Devotional

You May Not Understand Now! Part Four

"I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ." Philippians 1:6

God's purpose for His children is always filled with goodness and love. This truth is unwavering, as God Himself embodies love in its purest form. God's plan for each individual includes even the smallest details of our lives. Nothing escapes His loving care, from the tiniest concerns to the grandest dreams. Jeremiah 29:11 reassures us, saying, "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope." Because God's intentions for us are always good, demonstrating an outpouring of love beyond measure toward His cherished children.

Remembering that we are never alone in navigating life's journey is essential. Every step we take is guided by God's unyielding love and perfect plan. Even when uncertainty looms large, we can find comfort in knowing that God has already paved the way for our success. His love surrounds us like a protective shield, offering strength and encouragement during every trial and triumph. We can move forward with confidence and hope as we lean on Him and trust in His unfailing promises.

Jeremiah 1:5 says, "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I appointed you a prophet to the nations."

In every circumstance, God's boundless love remains steadfast, offering a peace that surpasses all understanding. So, let us continue to lift our hearts in prayer, seeking His guidance and finding peace amid life's struggles. In moments of doubt or fear, let's turn to Him in heartfelt prayer, knowing that He hears us and is working all things for our good. Trust in God's perfect plan and take heart with the confidence that He is always at work behind the scenes for our benefit.

I pray that the Lord opens your eyes to see the awe-inspiring things He does behind the scenes. Sometimes, it's easy to get caught up in the busyness of life and miss out on the miraculous work God is quietly accomplishing. I hope you are able to recognize and appreciate the amazing things God is orchestrating in your life and the world around you. I ask for clarity of vision so that you may witness God's hand at work, bringing about beautiful transformations and unexpected blessings in Jesus' name. Amen. Proverbs 16:9 says, "The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps." Amen.

Prayer for Today!

Oh Lord, help me to have a heart that is attuned to your presence, always seeking out the signs of your divine intervention and guidance. Open my eyes to the big miracles and the small daily wonders that reveal your love and faithfulness in Jesus' name. Amen.

https://youtu.be/eNjZlHARnEk?si=UGTsQqJ8sISkIR0U

[quess-writes]

Can I ask some angst with babies? Like, Tsuna, Xanxus, Enma an Giotto losing their S/O because the birth was too much for them and before they could react bad to the baby, the doctors told them it was S/O's decision to choose they babies over they own life ♡(also, some twins? I love sibling love ♡) (sorry my english sucks xD)

//Your English is fine, don’t worry! Also I only take 3 characters per ask//

//The scenario takes place after the initial denial and questioning of your death//

Enma

When he hears of your passing, he nearly breaks down in the hospital right then and there. This was supposed to be a happy day, the day of your babies were supposed to be introduced into the world. The day he finally has a family to call his own, not by loyalty, but by blood.

(But this agony, this- this... thing rotting in his core.)

He's screaming, crying, lashing out towards anyone near him - even his own family. It costs Adel her right eye to snap Enma out of his fit of rage. When he does, he's just...quiet. He's not moving, he's not blinking, he's barely even breathing - one may think he was dead. Not only did he lose you and the children, he also hurt his family because he couldn't keep his damn emotions in check.

Is this a testament to his life? Was this some divine intervention from heaven because he's nothing but a filthy murderer?

It's only when the doctors bring the crying newborns Enma started to breathe again. He looks at them in desperation, cradling them carefully in his arms - a blanket between them so they don't get infected. He's holding them so lovingly yet so desperately. No one dares to go near Enma in his ambivalent state, even the Shimon stay a couple feet away, creating a small circle around him.

They do this for two reasons: one is to create a sense of community and safety in this little make-shift haven to protect Enma and the twins. You didn’t sacrifice your live to see Enma like this, he knows this, they know this. Everyone in the Shimon misses you - the day they accepted you was the day you became family to them. So they’ll do anything to protect your children. The other reason is to prevent Enma from spiraling into madness without Adel here to help them. Everything’s gone to shit and the last thing they need is for Enma to fall deeper into depression.

Meanwhile, all Enma can think about is how brave you were, how amazing you must've been to sacrifice your life - how strong you must've been to endure the fear of death all alone.

First he lost his parents, then his little sister, then you, his beloved wife.Even hell can't take his children away now.

At home, Enma is depressed and damn near suicidal with the amount of hours he works without breaks or nourishment. Thankfully, the Shimon reminds Enma to eat, even giving him days off to spend some time with the kids for paternal and therapeutic purposes. Parenting the twins won't be hard for Enma considering his small circle, but may be somewhat suffocating for the children. They can't be away from him for any longer than half an hour without confirming that they're still alive.

Enma has a permanent hole in his chest, hollow and cold, but gets a little better with age.

Xanxus

When Xanxus hears the of your passing, it takes the entire Varia and all the Vongola guardians (Squalo had requested back-up) to restrain him. His wrath knows no bounds, scars spreading so fast his entire body looks like an aged burn. He’s going for the doctors, the nurses, the building, the association. He doesn’t care and he’ll rain bullets down on anyone who gets in his way.

After Squalo manages to calm him down (with the help of Tsuna) the unscathed doctors bring him his children, twins, the last living fragments of your existence on earth. He nearly shoots the doctor holding him out of parental instinct after the doctor refuses to let him hold his children.

“Get the fuck off me, you pile of shit! They’re MY kids!”

“Voi! You can’t hold them yet you fucking idiot! Do you want to kill them with your germs!?”

He freezes, calming down just enough to listen. His index finger is still on the trigger, knees bouncing and wrathful vengeance seeping out of him in waves. His breath is heavy like a lion waiting for it’s prey to finish pancing before pouncing on it.

The doctors explain what occurred during childbirth: the stress, your medical condition, and your final choice.

Xanxus keeps his children no questions asked. He was going to raise them regardless because all this? This loss? Your loss? His loss? The children’s loss? It hits too close to home. It’ll be a cold day in hell when he denies them.

He only allows his children to be out of his sight when Squalo’s around. Because no matter what, he won’t let his children see him, remember him in a fit of rage, guilt, and depression. Because he remembers too well of his mother during those colder times - how frightened he was, curled up into a ball and covering his head, hearing her scream and throw the little furniture they had out the window through the thin walls of the slums.

He won’t put that kind of pressure on his kids.

But he needs the release.

For the next few years, Xanxus is a neurotic bomb ticking. The twins are never to step one foot out of his territory and anyone who so much as looks at them will be “dealt with” on the spot. Physical training for the twins are borderline abusive but Xanxus wants to make sure the kids are strong enough to take on world. He can’t afford to lose another person he loves.

It’s not until the twin’s early adolescence when he finally snaps out of his deadbeat ass and gets his shit together. He sees the twins who cower before him - not respect or even follow - cower. Obey. It’s when they apologize for getting a single, minuscule scratch from a stealth course that he realizes he haven’t been parenting, he’s been ordering. He could see the pressure of failure weighing their body, trying to wipe away the tears in fear of their father’s wrath.

Just how long have they been holding it in? Just how long was it since he saw them cry? When they were children? No, it was further back. It was when they were infants. And for how long have they been frightened by him? Years? A decade? More? Everything he did, everything he tried to protect boiled down to this?

You wouldn’t have wanted this. He doesn’t want this either. He never noticed just how toxic he was until that moment. No, perhaps he knew but he was just a bitch quailing in fear and the heartbreak of your passing. But that’s no excuse to treat your own blood like trash.

Realization comes in waves until he just breaks.

The twins will instantly be alarmed, afraid of what could be an enemy attack. But before they can bark any orders, Xanxus, wraps his arms around them - silent and still.

It was at this moment, for the first time, the twins saw that their father could cry.

Giotto

Out of the thousands of people in this side of Italy, why did death come after you? You, who did nothing wrong, who committed no acts of treason, who have never even killed a man in cold blood.

Giotto falls silent, the only thing he has left being his tears. He isn’t screaming damnation to God nor is he lashing out to his friends and family.

This was the first time the Vongola guardians saw him cry like dying man trying to absolve himself of his sins. This was the third time G saw his friend like this. The first time was when they were younger and saw a aristocratic man dismembering a prostitute. The second was during a raid gone wrong where half the Vongola guardians were critically injured. And the third? Was when you died giving birth.

Maternal death.

Deep down, Giotto knows this is somehow his fault. His fault he didn’t treat you better. His fault that he fell in love with you. His fault that he couldn’t protect you.

G has to violently shake him to snap him out of his trance, telling him that there’s hope. Before you passed, you sacrificed your life for the babies - twins the doctor told him.

At first, he’s hesitant. Would he bring death on them as well? After a deep breath, he cradles his children with the tenderness of Saint Mary and the fear of sinner. His heart is torn in two: overjoyed that his children survived, that your sacrifice didn’t go unrewarded. Yet, at the same time, guilty and despondent. The moment he thought he would share with you in gaiety, he holds them alone thanking the lord that, at the very least, they lived.

“Isn’t it not humorous, G?” he says tears dripping over his reddened cheeks.

“What is Giotto?” he replies with melancholy.

“That, man has so much power yet they can never use their strength for the women they devoted their lives to. That the efforts of mankind cannot pass God’s judgement?”

“Giotto...“

There’s a long pause before Giotto speaks again.

“I loved her G,” he says with a hurt, forlorn gaze, “I still do.”

G lights a cigarette, sitting down next to him. “I know.”

“...I love her so much G. If I only took care of her better then perhaps the children in arms would not be motherless. Like I was... like how we were.”

“...I know.”

It wasn’t a big surprise to anyone that you passed away during childbirth. Lately, many women have been dying from it as well. And from an outside perspective, it was only meant to be being the wife of a don. Death was commonplace in the mafia and anyone who dipped their toes into the underworld knew to lock their emotions and throw the key.

Yet a grey cloud hung over the manor. Giotto loved you and by extension his family as well. Your legacy still remained. Your two babies survived, lived, and grew up. Giotto was never the same man but he did his best to raise them right, to protect each other and whoever they would give their lives to.

The only thing Giotto would’ve wished to do before his deathbed was to properly mourn for you instead of his pitiful cries at night when the children were asleep. Unfortunately, the underworld waited for no one. He had to move in an endless, torturous run for his remaining family. He lost you somewhere far along the road.

There was no turning back now.