#ive connected the two dots. i'm connecting them

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you're right about the holiday but I would extend the no chemistry to Kate Winslet having too much chemistry with Eli Wallach like she really did want to fuck that old man

THAT'S ELI WALLACH??????????

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❝𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫❞

𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘'𝐀𝐋𝐋!! 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝟏𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝟑𝐥𝐟 𝐡@rm, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝟑𝐫𝐝𝟎𝐬𝐞. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬!! 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 (𝟑+ 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬)

the lamb siblings sat outside their musty trailer, they could smell the weed from the surrounding houses... if you could even call them that. Penny was convinced the two had a constant second hand high from how much their little "safe haven" smoked that shit.

This was their normal ever since they were small, sitting with each other while their parents couldn't care less, penny, being the elder of the two felt the responsibility to protect her brother, Ezra, from the cult they lived in, however he was a clever kid and eventually caught on in his preteen years.

"do you think we'll get out of here, ez?" penny asked gently, looking over at her little brother, dressed in his usual cape, he insisted he looked cool.

"no. no we won't, no one has" Ezra put simply, that was one thing him and penny never saw eye to eye on; sugar coating things. he always said it how he saw it.

"you.. don't think we even have a chance?" her question was met with the boy simply shaking his head.

She sighed deeply, feeling herself starting to tear up, god she hated this place, she hated her parents, more importantly? she hated herself. Times like this she thought back to her countless nights alone in her room, bloody toilet paper, a razor in her hand and her cheeks tear stained as she felt the sting in her thighs. that's how she kept herself grounded; pain. The only thing keeping her alive was her brother, she cannot leave him alone in this hellhole, he's her whole life, he's the only one who loves her.

Her flashback was interrupted as their parents called the pair inside, the two exchanged worried looks before heading into their trailer, this thing didn't even deserve to be called a home. Once inside they we're met with a harsh grab on their wrists and dragged to the kitchen, Penny's worst fear had become reality, and her brother would have to bear witness.

"mind explaining this? hm?" their mother questioned, her glare shifting between the two.

a razor, a bloody fucking razor sat on the counter, penny felt sick, she wanted to run away and die. actually die, no coming back like in movies, no happy ending; she deserved death.

Ezra stared in shock, he'd never seen it before, he was too young to worry about facial hair to shave, he was too afraid to even touch dangerous objects, so he shook his head

"ive never seen that, mom, and- and I doubt penny has! she.. she wouldn't, right penns?" penny remained quiet "penns..? why is it bloody?" he asked again shakily, connecting the dots. Their parents watched emotionless, penny finally spoke up

"how.. did you find that?"

"oh honey, please, we looked through your room once you developed a little limp and found your friend here. Tell your brother what you've been doing, or should i?"

"tell me what? penny why have you been limping? what does,.. that... have to do with it? you said no secrets between us!" her younger brother quickly became defensive, he knew the answer, he knew the answer to it all, he wished he didn't but... He wasn't dumb.

"Ezra, please, I'll explain it later-"

"no! I want- I want to know now! how are you so calm?!" tears began to form in both of the children's eyes.

Ezra was crying over his beloved sister hiding secrets, penny crying because her brother hated her now.

"ever... ever since we were young, I began to cope in this place with... that" she gestured to the object "the pain would distract me, would get my mind off of how doomed we were to die here, I'm not calm, i am beyond scared right now" penny explained, her voice flat, it was scary, she was never like this. this all but scared her brother more, he was the monotone one, it seemed they had switched places.

With that he walked silently to his room, their mother turned to penny, holding the razor out for her to take

"I see you'll be needing this again, now that the only person who would remotely like you is gone, all because you can't handle your emotions..."

penny took the blade, going up to her own room and breaking down as soon as the door was closed.

Her mother was right, about everything, grabbing the stash of first aid in her dresser she hitched up her skirt and began to "cope"... she couldn't even call it that, it wasn't coping, she was dying, she wanted too, now that Ezra was gone what was stopping her? she continued this cycle of thinking, of slashing and hacking at her skin, for what seemed like hours but was only 2 minutes. The girl sat there, staring at the mess she made, her skirt was blood stained, her thigh was sticky and her nostrils were intruded with the smell of sickly sweet metal. she wanted to vomit, she wanted to vomit until she couldn't any longer.

After her self pitying, penny finally stood up, limping to the bathroom in order to clean up, this was her nightly routine it seemed. Wrapping her leg in gauze, she heard a knock on the door;

"Penns...? I know it's you" her heart hurt. She couldn't turn her brother away, she opened the door to let him in.

Ezra nearly screamed at the sight, his sister was blood stained and sickly pale, he sat next to her on the ground, grabbing an alcohol pad to wipe her hands. A small gesture but he needed to be there for her

"I didn't want you to see me like this, I look pathetic" penny laughed, finishing bandaging her leg, letting her brother care for her

"I didn't want to see you like this either, at least I know you're alive" he reassured, throwing the wipes away and just sitting near her. the two sat like this for a while until penny spoke up

"when... I leave, will you be okay-"

"no. no I won't. which is why you can't leave, in any way." he knew what she meant by leaving. he wasn't dumb.

"right but... if I did?"

"I'd go with you, I don't exist without you"

penny just nodded, pushing herself up to exit the bathroom in silence

"I'm okay, ez, I'm going to bed, you should too" he agreed with her, hugging her tight as he headed to his room.

Once she knew he was asleep, she rushed to the kitchen, searching the pill cabinet for Ezra's Ritalin, with shaky hands she poured a handful, pouring a cup of water with her free hand.

She walked up to her room, waiting for the pills to kick in, she laid down in bed, feeling at peace for the first time in her life, she was finally leaving Elysium. her peace didn't last long as her body soon became clammy and her breathing was shallow; it was time, and she was okay despite the panic. her mind was racing; was this the right thing? should she call someone? what would ezra-

Ezra. oh god Ezra.

By the time her brother crossed her mind, she felt herself choking on her own blood, she found it beautiful in a way, ghostly pale in a pool of blood.

After a minute of agony... penny lamb was dead. She reached her goal of leaving Elysium.

Ezra awoke the next morning with a sense of dread, something wasn't right in the house. he rushed down to the kitchen, finding his parents but no sister

"where's penny? she's out by now"

"hell if I know, couldn't care less about that slut" his mother huffed, shooing him away like a horsefly, he simply turned and made his way to pennys room, figuring she must've overslept after the long night she had. It was unusual for her to sleep until 10am but he didn't put it past her, slowly he opened her door in case she was indecident.. she was, but not in the way he suspected.

This time he did scream at the sight of his sister, the only thing remotely recognizable about her was the twin French braids she always had, even they had dried blood in them, everything about his dear sister was bloody. his parents rushed to find their son kneeling in front of their daughters body, hysterically sobbing as they watched in shock

"no... no she couldn't have, she can't be serious, penny lamb, wake up!" their mother pleaded, shaking her slightly, her head simply lolled to the side as her mouth spilled with blood, dripping onto the floor, causing her family to back up.

Ezra stayed in her room for days, even after her body had been removed, the room smelled of her, of her perfume, blood, tears, memories... the room was her, it was all he had of her, he barely ate for weeks, just enough to barely live, just enough so his parents, as shitty as they were, would have one of their kids. He needed to stay alive for her, stay alive so she wouldn't have died in vain.

[ch0cocrave]

I just realized how short I am -_- /neg

I mean I've always knew it, my friends won't shut up about it, which gets kinda annoying sometimes :/

But when I walked through the hallway a couple minutes ago, everyone was towering over me and idk I just felt like crap... its something I can't control I know, but i'm just kinda tired of hearing " OMG YOU'RE SO SHORT LMAOOO "

" OH YEAH DID I TELL YOU YOU'RE SHORT?? "

One of my buddies literally wrote in my sketchbook "i'm taller than you" Which I mean that's funny and all, but you're not the short one that has to hear that every school day so idek

I go to this activity thing every Wednesday, and I've made a few friends there including my two besties >:], but one of them told me a couple weeks ago that they thought I was 13, based on my height. -_- LIKE HUH????? WE EVEN WENT CAMPING TOGETHER FOR A WEEK AND YOU DIDN'T CONNECT THE DOTS THAT I'M 15???? HUH?????

And when winter break comes around my friends are all gonna tease me saying that I should go back to work at Santa's workshop cause i'm basically an elf WOW DANG WOULD'VE NEVER GUESSED :D

I mean we were talking about how funny it would be on the day before winter break I dressed up in an elf costume and handed toys out which I guess that's funny but idk

Ive kinda grown to hate myself based on this...

I love my life/nsrs

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Finally ANOTHER CHAPTER OF YOU REALLY DIDN'T KNOW YIPEEEE

Uhm- anyway-

Be ready I'm gonna post a lot for a week and some of you will know why this for now I will feed you with this

Chapter IV: Connections

A knock on the door.

"Ma'am Jophiel?"

Followed by silence.

Something that was unusual or eerie during this specific period in the holy place.

"Nirvana", one the most prominent and famous studios of Heaven have just finished filming an ad for the new perfume that was currently trending with the holy place and the main actress of it retired herself after a few shots who weren't that successful except the last one.

Say, the main actress wasn't just any averagely known figure they picked up on social medias or a doll face like cherub that anyone would fall in love with but the literal, actual and well known Archangel of beauty, Jophiel. The company was already a cash flowing one and well known for their high expectations and goals so it wasn't that all surprising if one of the virtues was also working on the commercial but the masses didn't actually know that for perfectionists, it was fighting with nail and tooth until their figurative and physical state collapse.

That doesn't mean the Archangel Jophiel was the type to exhaust her celestial bones until her own feathers would feel heavy on her wings' flesh however, there where those moments of surmenage accompanied with a bad timing for a sensory overload, let's just say the walking ticking bomb of emotions nesting on eggshells finally exploded and of course in the middle of another shooting.

And here's another problem: No one knew what to do when the model had her meltdown. Of course they didn't knew that this would happen, when hiring one of the original Morningstar, they didn't excepted that of them would actually react badly and it wasn't even on a failed attempt or whatsoever, it was... Just because of a few bright lights.

But after hindsight, did they actually make it too much? It wasn't everyday someone could witness this and did an archangel even needed to be taken care of? Or could they heal themselves? Or on the contrary, they actually needed to be more pampered and looked on??

Almost everyone in the studio would have be shut down, asking those questions that they never considered before if it wasn't for the exception of an heavenly being with a heart pin in his brown hair and clothed with plain a white short sleeved shirt and black pants holding a clipboard in hand who went to the backstage, specifically in the archangel's room.

Actually, he was just like Jophiel except he was the Archangel of love but employees and workers in Nirvana didn't suspect that a lambda manager's assistant is Chamuel Morningstar or, in some texts and other choices of words, Camael. Plus, his disguise made him pretty much unrecognizable and thus, it wouldn't make sense that people would be able to connect the dots between these two identities unless they have stalked or knew the archangel too well which wasn't that many or anyone at all except his siblings.

Right now, Chamuel has put aside the bumble bee-esque sounds roaming and buzzing in the studios or in other rooms except the backstages as he waited patiently in front of Jophiel's door, crossing his arms while lightly tapping his foot. There could be a chance that she wasn't probably inside but instead trying her best to calm down or plaster a smile solid enough to be believable for a few hours or, if she was lucky enough, the whole day and an afternoon in a nearby bathroom but Chamuel had a sharp hearing and if it was for the slight shuffling of a sheet accompanied by a thud, he would have thought about checking the second option.

"Ma'am? Can you hear me?" He asked again, more concern evident in his words. Jophiel herself already knew that her own sibling was in Nirvana, working undercover but she didn't actually know where they were nor what was their costumes or other appellation of it. Another thing is that she didn't really know who it was hence Chamuel preferred to be formal for now as to not overwhelm her even more. Plus, it was also just in case if one of the staff accidentally stumbled next to him and actually realize that two even more powerful than the average heavenly entity was inadvertently working with them.

Camael wasn't sure what would be their reaction but it was better safe than sorry.

In the end, after waiting for a good few minutes, the archangel felt that it was enough for him to enter inside the room, not before warning the one inside it. Without further ado, he opened the door.

Overall, it was the typical decor of any Hollywood backstage and rooms for any stars and celebrities except it had angelic motifs and touch of different yellow hue, from slightly pastel, even white to straight up bright albeit it was only a small portion. Aside from the vanity, there was a simple lemon flavored couch glued to the wall, a small ball of sheets was sitting on it, occasionally shifting back and forth slightly but stayed still on the soft cushions.

If it wasn't for the short curly hair that faded at the tip, Camael wouldn't have guessed that it was Jophiel, putting aside the room's design.

With the softest smile he could plastered on his face, he cautiously when towards the other archangel as he sat down next to her, barely touching her shoulder as to not frighten her furthermore.

"Hey" he started, being as gentle as possible. "What got you so bummed out?" He asked, no hint of malice in his voice.

It took a moment for Camael to get a reaction from her but slightly, ever so slightly she poked out her heard, her eye who was visible out of the sheet glaring at him. Chamuel smiled furthermore.

"Hale."

Hale was the name that Camael picked up for his camouflage in Nirvana. He liked the name rolling out of his tongue, plus he liked the meaning behind it, healthy and good looking, even though he didn't considered himself as a healer, he considered love as a fuel, something that everyone, platonic or not, could use as a natural medicine, a coping mechanism if used well, a link for strengthening emotional support.

But after all, who was he to tell, being a healer, a pillar of marble was Raphael's purpose and duty.

Which, now that Camael thought about it, he hasn't seen his brother in a while...

But that wasn't the current situation that mattered at hand right now. The mass of wrapped blankets started to wriggle a bit next to the archangel until the woman's head fully emerged from it. Her own eyeshadows stained slightly the corner her eyes while the pigment of her yellow blush started to fade out. Her hair was also a mess but, as the beared of the title "one of the most beautiful archangel", of course her appearance would have been a sweet eyestrain in a gawking way.

For the first few seconds, she hasn't moved nor said a word until a small, barely present, mischievous smirk appeared on her face as she finally spoke, her voice a tad raspy.

"You still kept that weird wonky nickname of yours?"

It tooks Camael a while to process what she actually just said before he widened his eyes and lightly punched her on the side. Albeit there was no harm intended nor actual force in his fist, he pouted slightly, huffing at her snarky remark.

"Hey! You said that it was good when I told you I would use that name!" He slightly scolded her. Jophiel's small smile widened a bit more. "Cammy, you already know that when I said that, it was out of from pure sarcasm."

The concerned one only proceeded to roll his eyes, soon finding himself to laugh at her propos and even more, his own joyfulness contagious as Jophiel soon followed him, albeit with less energy and more with a las feeling lingering.

It didn't tooks that much time, in fact it was only a few minutes after, for the feminine archangel to slump back on her velvet couch, drowning again in her sheets and sour mood.

Chamuel titled his head to the side, his smile slowly faltering before it became a thin line, both eyebrows frowning slightly as he looked at her. However, when he was about to speak up again, trying to come up with another way to confront her state, the archangel of beauty was faster, asking with a still a tad hoarse voice coated words.

"What are you even doing here-?"

"Just wanted to check on you, Joy. Is that a crime?"

The concerned one huffed slightly, even though it seemed more like a sigh of resignation. Camael, nonetheless, didn't backed down as he ever slowly and gently put his hand barely next the sheets that shielded Jophiel from the outside world. The woman was not really the one to be easily open to other people and less when she wasn't having it, emotions and feelings speaking or just meeting others but Chamuel was still persistent. Not stubborn. Persistent was a better word and he was really one, mainly to help other and relatives.

"Jophiel I just want to check on you." He admitted, his eyes showing his empathized bummed out feeling, mirroring with Jophiel. The latter only scoffed lightly, shrugging her shoulders although her gaze still hasn't met the other's.

"It's nothing really. I'm an archangel I can deal with it."

"You know what I mean." He said, rather harsh with knowing it but Jophiel continued, hers still firm on her own conviction but it felt more like she was already getting irritated by Chamuel's continuing presence.

"They were just a few lights. I can handle it but it's just I was more tired than usual today-" Jophiel was about to continue but Chamuel was already getting impatient as well, his own feelings starting to grow tumultuous because of his empath ability increasing.

"Jophiel, don't start pulling out those excuses on me, you already know it won't work." They said, tense. Jophiel glared at him intensely, her lips quivering and, for a moment, Camael really thought that she was going to snap at the other.

But then, instead, she tooks a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying her best to not escalate quickly as she buried herself furthermore in her small makeshift nest, not wanting to add anything else.

Somehow Chamuel felt even worse with that kind of reaction.

An oppressive and awkward silence settled between the two heavenly beings, both of them hesitating if the other would talk or themself. In the end, Chamuel was the one who broke the silence first, sighing heavily before.

"Listen Joy I-... I'm sorry I really didn't wanted to get on your nerves but I just want to help." He said before adding other words, with more pleading coating his words. "Please. Can I at least try to do something? For you?" He insisted slightly, his once persistence fading throughout the time.

Jophiel thought about his question for a short while and was about to answer until he cut her off again, slightly deadpan.

"Except telling me to go away. At least something I can do right now before you throw me out."

"Dammit." She muttered. Chamuel shrugged.

"You heard me."

The silence was still unbearable for the two but this time it was shorter. In the end, Jophiel gave up at trying to be reculant towards him but still, it tooks strength for the archangel to eventually speak up.

"Can I have some water-? Just a small bottle." She asked, her voice barely audible.

Chamuel looked at her, his eyes a bit wide but didn't minded it. Of course, as someone whose powers where just powerful enough, he could snap his fingers and make water appears but he thought to himself that it could be more appreciated if he tries to find one normally since he wanted to walk a bit as well.

"Alright if you say so-"

"But please."

Jophiel's suddenly interrupted them almost made him jump as he looked at her, a bit confused but still, they listened to what was she going to say...

... Even if what she said after somehow made them feel a needle stuck in their heart.

"After that just leave me alone. I really don't want to deal with- I really don't want to deal with anyone right now." She said, now fully hiding her entire physical being inside her sheets.

They knew that she didn't meant any harmful undertone in her sentence but Camael felt a slight weight in his stomach, an unpleasant feeling of uselessness wrenching his guts. Obviously, he felt stupid for feeling like this but it was stronger than him and for a fraction of second, he was about to get really upset.

But then, with hindsight, if it meant helping his sister, than he wouldn't mind.

He shouldn't mind.

"... Of course."

And they left, closing the door without any words.

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The archangel of wisdom sat on the floor rummaged through the mountains of papers and scrolls that was in her office alongside with the library, slightly tense and frowning.

The exterminations! How come she have never heard of it? And the fact that the actual head of the seraphim hid that cruel method from the virtues since how many years?? Centuries or eons even???

She was the archangel of wisdom. The archangel of knowledge and closely related to the Heavenly Council, Hell even one of the seven virtue, someone who was supposed to be all knowing and who was able to depict everything and be a powerful being but then if she didn't even knew about these barbaric ways, how can she even still considered herself as enough for this title? And moreso, if Sera hid it away from prying eyes for a long time now, that only emphasize how unworthy the more she thought about-

No. She was worthy of it and that's the reason why she was here, working her ass off, totally not on the verge of a breakdown with a brain as gushy as mud because she have found nothing about the exterminations. Totally not because of that.

A b s o l u t e l y n o t.

... Okay clearly she needed a break.

Uriel grunted, pinching in between her eyes, massaging it slightly, feeling yet another headache incoming as she let go of the papers who were gripped tightly in her hand as she sighed heavily, stress gradually leaving her as she realized how actually exhausted and hungry she was.

"I should probably summon a cereal bar or a bottle of red bull before continuing.." she thought to herself.

However, when she was about to get up to stretch herself, a small black flame suddenly materialized itself in front of her, slightly startling the archangel. Uriel raised an eyebrow before the flame changed its form to a more rectangular one until a dark purple lunch box appeared and almost fell on the floor if it wasn't for the woman who catched it.

At first, she raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking closer at it before she deadpanned, clearly not having it.

Obviously, she knew about the one who gave her this and, normally, she would either laugh a bit or smile at the gesture but the amount of works she had to do today really took a toll on her.

"Azrael, I'm really not in the mood right now." She said out loud. Not that long after, a figure emerged from the ground, wrapped in a black mist until an archangel with long white hair and black wings stepped forward, their arm crossed on their chest, a slight sight of disappointment on their face.

"It is not about your mood or whatsoever, Yuri. You didn't touched food for so long it's now as cold as Antarctica before climate change." Azrael said, raising an eyebrow at Uriel who slightly glared at him, not only because of the nickname but also because she definitely didn't wanted him to come.

"I thought you were the virtue of patience. Why did you even came when I told you I was still working?" She asked. He shrugged.

"Just because I'm that doesn't mean I shouldn't jump on when my siblings doesn't even know how to take care of themselves." He answered, just as nonchalant.

Uriel grumbled under her breath but, nonetheless, couldn't help but bring the lunch box close to her because of the divine smell. Azrael couldn't help but chuckles a bit as he sat next to her, leaning on a pile of old leather books as the other archangel opened the lunch box and widened her eyes, seeing a variety of Korean like dishes. Azrael couldn't help but smile fondly at his sister.

"I've decided to prepare a new one since the last was really not it. Don't worry about the temperature, you can wait a bit because I'm pretty sure it's still hotter than Australia."

"I still don't know why you keep doing Earth and its problems related jokes or metaphors these last few weeks." Uriel said, summoning chopsticks as she took a piece of kimchi. Azrael only hummed.

"When you constantly deal with Death lingering around mainly because of humans' stupidity, might as well use some dark humor to cope. With limits of course." Azrael added the last part as he smiled furthermore when Uriel ate a piece of the meal and hummed in approval, pleased of the savory taste of Azrael's cooking. She shallowed before continuing, her eyes darting away, her tone almost nostalgic.

"Mmh. You reminded me of the time during the ten plagues in Egypt where you accompanied me and kept making jokes all around because of the numerous deaths." Uriel piped in, a small, soft smile on her face yet at the same time restraining herself to not shake her head at the memory.

"Well, technically you were the one who would check if the door have lamb's blood while I shoot the kid." Azrael said almost as a matter of fact, smiling in false innocence.

Uriel almost choked on her meal as she glared at her bother, her joy being ephemeral after that propos. She narrowed her eyes at him before letting out a sigh, rubbing his eyes behind her glasses.

"For Mother's sake Azrael, I said take them, not shoot them!"

"Knowing the context of it, pretty sure these two are the same thing, am I wrong-?"

Now that caught Uriel off.

"Well- uh- i-" The archangel of wisdom was about to pull up another stunt but upon realizing that she let out a huff of resignation.

When the angel of death seemed to observe that his sibling didn't had anything else to say, he couldn't help but laugh at her attempt. Obviously, not out of malice rather a begnine teasing.

"Either way you understood what I was trying to say."

"Yeah. Of course."

And despite it, Uriel didn't fought back the small crack of smile that creeped out up on her face.

Soon, a silence settled between the two. For a the primary few minutes, it was decent until the atmosphere gotten thick, shifting unto something more awkward and unbearable to handle even for the toughest shells.

Unfortunately, Azrael's question only added more unwanted salt to the elephant in the room.

"It has been almost a week since I didn't saw you coming out of the library."

Uriel was playing and poking her remaining teokkbokki, contemplating the metaphorical voie in front while her consciousness tried to process fully what her brother was implying.

For a fraction of second, she felt her own golden blood running out but then she tried to calm herself down, her appearance as neutral as possible to not betray her inner growing turmoil.

"It's because of work. Exterminations have been such a bum in the butt I have extras now." She replied as Azrael made a sniffled up noise of understanding, his expression going on a small degree of sour.

"To be honest, I know you're like those librarians that have so many knowledge but still, I have no ideas how is your job and those exterminations are related."

Oh boy where does Uriel would even starts to answer that.

Because first thing first, not a lot of people weren't aware of that, not even her own siblings but Uriel is actually, indirectly in that case, member of the Heavenly council. There were no veiled explanations, she was the wisdom, the pillar or logics and techniques in some perspectives and, as much as it was overly frustrating how it was bright on the face that Sera was the one behind the exterminations therefore the main culprit, she needed to be neutral first and thus it was a necessity to provide concretes informations and notions about the yearly slaughter alongside with its participants, which are, in that case, exorcists...

... And that led to the second thing which was another whole problem: the case itself was a total mess. It was certain and official from now on that exterminations were illegal and weren't even supposed to work in the first place but that was EXACTLY the issue! How could Uriel even work on a registered crime case when it has no written traces and registered laws concerning it and even less files! And THAT was infuriated Uriel the most because in juridical way of speaking, that meant that exterminations had nothing in it aside the exorcists?? No registered informations or official connotations, it couldn't just be that easy.

And let's not even talk about the exorcists themselves who, most of them, doesn't even have any assurances and official identities in Heaven.

And for informations as well, the victims or the one who were involved in the case are only citizens from Hell and if it was for Heaven's case, it was the one who were put on the trial which wasn't... The best thing.

And the only person the archangel could think of was Emily which was also not... The best thing. And no. She won't elaborate.

Oh and Adam too. He was already a whole problem by himself and now that he died, the problem got worse...

"... There are reasons why it's linked. Trust me." Uriel decided to put simply in the end, not feeling ready to dump all the reasons and whatnot to her sibling as she went back to her files.

The virtue of patience frowned slightly at their sister's response, knowing easily that Uriel actually had the answers, she always had them, but just didn't felt to talk about it.

But nonetheless, he respected Uriel's choices of words, as long as she didn't tried to hide bigger and darker secrets nor crucial informations that risked to be compromise in the current situation, as he sighed slightly in small content before he finally got up, ruffling his wings slightly.

The feminine archangel bit his lips, knowing her brother would leave her be again... But a sudden question that made her froze in mixed emotions was itching her as she decided to impulsively ask it out loud.

"Do you think he received our letters?"

The temperature of the room suddenly dropped as Azrael himself felt a weight dropping all the way down to his throat and stomach, as he only stood, immobile, his back turned to Uriel as his mind tried to process the following words.

After what felt an eternity, frozen in time, he spoke up, his tone almost betraying his doubtfulness.

"He's the king of Hell now, Uriel. Pretty sure he is busy with his duties."

It wasn't the best response to it obviously and Uriel didn't even seemed that convinced with his words as she muttered something under her breath but, knowing it would go if he added anything else, the angel of death let out a quick goodbye as he disappeared in a black mist.

Uriel only hummed, going back into putting her nose in the numerous papers and written laws.

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Lucifer didn't knew if he was just woke up from a nap or coming back from the deads.

In either way, he felt as if he got ran by a truck three times before being crushed to death by five elephants. To say the least.

And it's very precise I know.

In either way, to summarize it up, Lucifer really felt like shit almost like the first time he died.

Which was agonizing mind you. Unfortunately for him, it was not a quick painless death but the exact opposite: slow, full of agonies, emotions now blurry and mixed with the blood that kept pouring out of his own body, his heart ripped off his chest and destroyed until it was just pieces and shreds of flesh as he was forced to watch it.

A bit gruesome he had to admit.

And now he felt as if the sensations of his first time were coming back to haunt him. Or probably they just want him to go back through all of this again. Who knows.

Unfortunately for his miserable and pathetic life, Lucifer had already planned activities and his day and therefore, as much as he has gotten familiar with it, he was busy.

Like trying to fucking get up for example.

In the end, after what felt like countless attempts, the king let out a groan of frustration and tiredness, clearly feeling that today will be those days where his body and mind wouldn't cooperate.

"Oh for the love of-"

He rubbed his face with his wobbly hand before lazily snapping his fingers for... Well he didn't knew what was actually the reason on why he should even use his magic.

Well. Might as well just use it for everything.

After he felt somewhat satisfied with his wishes, he finally snapped his fingers before he got engulfed in a red and golden mist as it dissipated after a while, leaving him now in a new pristine usual white and red suit and hat, as he got up and stretch himself, putting on his best shiniest smile as he only readjusted his clothes.

NOW he was ready!

Wait. There was one thing left.

Lucifer frowned when he remembered it as pulled out one his drawer and pulled out a small bottle of medicines, filled with pills whose names were "HaPpY pIlLs"

The devil couldn't help but glare intensely at it but he knew he needed them to at least function like a normal person even if the name was so disgusting.

Reculantly, he poured almost an handful of those medicines in his hand, admiring their horrendous glory before chugging all of them down in one go.

Father above that tasted horrible just like always.

After he felt ready and not forgetting anything, he took another breath before teleporting himself to the hotel, this time taking longer than usual.

But he didn't cared.

"Hello everyon-!!" Lucifer didn't had time to fully finish his dramatic entrance that he felt a bone crushing bear hug encasing him as he lightly choked out.

"Augh-! W-wh-??"

"Fucking thank God dad you're finally here!" Charlie's worried voice rang out as she then gripped her father's shoulders, extreme care and concern written all over her face. "Are you okay?? What happened?? You didn't responded to my texts!"

As the nephilim continued to list all of her unanswered questions, Lucifer couldn't help but slowly frog blinking in incompréhension. Why on earth was she worried about him? Did his not so discreet exit really scared the life out of his daughter?

"C-charlie I'm fine! See? You don't have to worry about me dramatically leaving this morning." He said, chuckling awkwardly, trying to run off the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Unfortunately for the short king, it only got worse when the rest of the hotel's residents looked at each other, all mixed emotions at his propos while even Alastor seemed to frown slightly despite his wide grin.

Lucifer's stomach dropped as he tried to fix whatever he tried to say. "Y-you know when I disappeared like poof! Gone in a smoke h-hehe-"

"Dad?"

"Yescharlie-?"

The hotel's owner looked at her father, mildly concerned and conflicted if she actually should address the elephant in the room. But then, in the end, it was probably for the best.

"Yo- you were gone for 6 months- that sudden disappearance it was months ago-"

At the aveu, Lucifer's face became livid as he almost let go of his apple cane.

Ah. So that's why something fell off when he arrived, a few things a few changed.

Yeah. A few.

"Hahha-! Uh-" the king tried to laugh off but it was obvious he was pushing it before he immediately added, as if his words would compensate his unexplainable absence. "W-well you know Char-! Being the king and all that stuff-!" He made some intelligible noises before he straighten up his back all of the sudden. "Anyway! It's fine like I've said before! Completely okay! So Uh- what was-" he curses himself mentally for being such a fool in front of sinners. "What was the thing that you were trying to say Charlie-?"

At first, the concerned one didn't responded and Lucifer was fearing that she would still insist on his unresponsiveness but then she composed herself (she was way better at it, unlike him) as she also smiled back, except her own as was not as strained as his.

She knew how to keep her blood cold.

Once again. Unlike him.

"Oh well actually I wanted your opinion if you wanted to do a specific trust exercise? For- you know- knowing the rest of our residents-?"

Once more, the suggestion went through the sin's head and it tooks a short moment surprisingly to process it before he grinned at his daughter, pushing his doubts as he tried his best to answer with the happiest tone he could muster.

"Oh of course! Why not Charlie?? After all, I really want to see your friends!" He said enthusiastically much to Charlie's relief as she dragged her father to the rest of the hotel's lobby where fortunately, everyone was just minding their own business, except a certain radio demon who stared at the king with disdain and suspicion.

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They still haven't found Samael yet. How??? He was literally not moving for a long time and when they were about to find him he was just gone!

It wasn't fair!

But oh well. The good news is that they finally knew how to track Samael without getting caught physically and therefore it was just a bonus point for them.

Obviously they won't give up. Absolutely not! Not right when they were so close.

Oh Samael really didn't had to worry. They would catch him soon. After all, it's their little Morningstar! And they would anything for him!

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Archive of our own version

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIII I KNOW. A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ANNIHILATION. PERIPHERALLY. ive seen like part of it but i do NOT remember much. except that its one of the prettiest movies ive ever seen. that being said im so eyes emoji abt ur au..... r there any specific scenes frm the movie ur thinking about?? how would the character dynamics differ from either canon?? etc etc etc!!!

GOD I FUCKING LOOOOOVE ANNIHILATION. ONE OF MY TOP 5 FAVORITE MOVIES OF ALL TIME EVER. yes yes yes yes yes OK. so this is. all encompassing crossover jrwi au which means I'm pulling characters from different campaigns. which. usually im not a huge fan of but i think i pulled it off rlly well in a limited sense here bc i have very specific reasoning behind why i put each character where. u will know at least two of them and they WILL cause you psychic damage so trust me when i say the other ones will too. putting this under a cut bc im gonna ramble

BASICALLYYYYY it's gonna follow the plot of the movie pretty closely just with slightly altered character dynamics + each of their reasons for going into the shimmer. so each person on the Current Team has lost someone on a previous expedition, and basically all of them are trying to find answers for what happened to their loved ones.

im gonna talk mainly about the ones you know because youll understand where I'm coming from the best with them but just know I am OBSESSED w the roles I have put gillion and chip in here. god I miss riptide every day .

DAKOTA COLE AS ANYA. Anya is the retired paramedic !! she's the one that. hold everything. gets killed by the fucked up bear. smile. that was just a fun little coincidence for me . ORIGINALLY I was dead set on having the pd representative be william bc im biased and I love him but after rewatching the movie I just think dakota fits in anyas place so perfectly. she's the most outgoing of the group, she's the one that initially invites Lena to join their team (also side note there is a pre-existing dynamic between dakota and chip because they've had MULTIPLE interactions in various what if crossover episodes and their dynamic is one of my favorite things ever). she's also the most aggressive. she's the first one to snap into action mode after finding the body in the pool, she's the one to take josie away from it and has a very protective stance over josie for the rest of the time after that (this is going to be relevant i am gonna talk about josie next) . once the group starts arguing about whether they want to continue further into the shimmer, anya shifts into a VERY black and white mentality, pinning ventress as The Bad Guy immediately for wanting to continue. and then when Lena shows some hesitancy over what she wants to do, anya snaps into a "youre either with me or against me" mindset. she also has this growing sense of paranoia ever since they find the tape of what appears to be the previous crew killing each other, and after she learns Lena is lying to them about her connection with Kane she goes way overboard with tying them to chairs and threatening to kill them. while i don't think dakota would necessarily go that far I DID say this to jonesy when we were rewatching the movie together so. bfu connecting two dots meme

anyway i think dakota is in the shimmer looking for william AND vyncent. parallels to the "dakota leaves for 10 months without telling them" which is why the three of them would be separated in the first place. william somehow finds out about the southern reach and his draw toward a mystery is what causes him to join the first expedition. vyncent goes with him because he can sense it's dangerous (and basically a suicide mission) and doesn't want william to go alone. I have. ideas. for what happens to them in the shimmer but they are vague at best right now and even then. dakota never finds out what happens to them before he's killed by the bear. the bear uses their voices to draw him out btw. smile. he dies protecting thr rest of the group even immediately after his paranoid breakdown.

OK THAT GOT LONG. OOPS. ONTO THE SECOND ONE

SHILO AS JOSIE. ohhhhh josie radek one of my favorite characters in media of all time. God I love her so much. anyway she's the only one of the current expedition with no previous combat training, so she's often seen by the rest of them as someone who needs to be protected. if I'm remembering correctly she's also the youngest. (in this. au. dakota would be older than shilo. feels better in my mind. none of them would be Kids they'd all be adults at this point but I'd put shilo in early 20s and dakota maybe in mid 20s. so . still young.) shilo is in the shimmer looking for his twin brother who went missing. somehow he was able to track down the southern reach and find out emizel was part of a previous expedition, and desperately wants to get him back. he's the one with the LEAST amount of knowledge going into the shimmer. he doesn't realize it's a suicide mission. he just wants his brother back. anyway when they get to the first outpost they find the remnants of the first team's base of operations, with names on a guard patrol rotation and leftover weapons and. a video camera. with a tape in a plastic bag labeled "for those who follow". josie is the one holding the camera when they watch it. the tape shows members of the previous party in the abandoned pool, one guy tied to a chair while the others cut open his abdomen to show his intestines moving around like snakes or worms. in the movie, the guy who cuts him open is Kane, Lena's husband. the rest of the party doesn't know her connection to kane, and she knows now if she tells them they won't trust her (and is proven correct by this when anya eventually finds out her connection) ANYWAY I'm going off track. sorry this is my favorite scene in the whole movie I get distracted. ANYWAY so when they see this, josie is the most immediately horrified by it because she's the only one who hasn't seen anything as gruesome as that before. for shilo. well. he gets to see the one being cut open is emizel. and then later when they get to the pool and find the body still there (again. josie is the one to find this. she's also the one who reaches down into the old dirty water and accidentally picks up the knife. which was still left in the same place they saw it be dropped in the tape) corpse plastered to the wall by all kinds of multicolored fungus and lichen, I think shilo doesn't immediately break down, he doesn't really. process it right away. I mean it's completely unrecognizable. it's not until he accidentally picks up the knife that it all clicks into place in his mind and he realizes "that thing right there used to be my fucking brother" and completely shuts down. runs out of the complex, dakota has to chase him down because they all know its dangerous to go anywhere alone, etc. after this he loses any sense of purpose, the only reason he came into the shimmer in the first place was to get emizel back and now seeing what happened I think he just gets. hopeless. which is the beginning of the end for him . i haven't decided if his exact death is the same as josies but i want it to be peaceful in the same sort of way. "imagine dying frightened and in pain and having that be the only part of you which survives... i wouldnt like that at all" "ventress wants to face it.. you want to fight it... im not sure i want either of those things...." josie radek i am in love with you. anyway. annihilation pool scene for you because I love this image more than anything

[totheblood]

how do you feel about some writers equating hyperfemininity to being infantile / chidlike in nature? i really appreciate the work that you're doing, however this was a really big point that a lot of people were making which i'm noticing is getting lost underneath a lot of this. how often do you notice this happening and if it's common then what can be done to better it?

um… if u want me to be quite honest i dont think that the two people who are being bashed for the majority of this write their readers to be infantile/childlike. i think at most they have hyperfem readers and even sometimes thats a stretch and i think its just because of their blog or the way they type. i think people started to dislike how famous some writers got and felt they were overlooked.

hyperfemininity being linked with children is also very problematic for a few reasons, one of them i dont feel comfortable talking on but i think some people can connect the dots.

ive seen a few fics that made me want to vomit and yet none have been from the people currently under fire. i would not at all be friends or not say anything to these people if i felt that way since i know them. its the same as saying adults cant have a plushie collection… why can’t they… they can, it doesn’t make them a child or childlike. i think everyone forgets a lot of things from childhood, esp a traumatic childhood, provide comfort for adults way into their older years. i think writing your reader as not at all knowing what sex is or having them not understand their private parts is where i start to say this is really not okay. i havent seen either do that.

also, i wanted to mention something about the cat fic. to people complaining about it i really hope you dont like spiderman, or and movie for that matter where those things are common. we dont have this hatred for spiderman smut or idk avatar smut. it really did feel like its because this person got too popular 🤷‍♀️ the claims made were crazy and god forbid any of u pick up a fantasy book, i really think u may be shocked.

[a-s-levynn]

How i do stuff | Part 2

Okay so i'm kinda doing this backwards going from the shading back to the sketching but not like i did anything logically ever.

THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE A LINE FOR LINE PROCESS because i am not that insane. Yet.

To be honest the entire sketching process is very intuitive on my part so i don't think i can provide much insight here but i'll try to make it make sense.

It is really not as conscious as the shading.

So first: have an idea to work with

Find a concept i like and go from there.

I decided that i want Vessel to look upwards and a little bit to the side and add some other details (which you are not going to see here yet. We are talking about sketching people here not background or whatever.)

Next step: i try to find a reference image that is as close to the desired pose as possible. It could either be made by a posing tool or actual reference image. Whichever is at hand.

(For whatever mysterious reasons i have a small catalog of IV pics in my head rent free so i actually knew what i was looking for.)

I use reference pictures for a few reasons. For one, they make it so much easier to figure out poses and movements. But more importantly by looking at them i can figure out the flow of the body much more faster than just from memory. They also help with understanding how cloth is draping or the way light hits certain shapes and surfaces. There are a lot of benefits.

Anyway so we have our reference picture:

But i wanted Vessel to look the other way so flipped it. (Zoom in not mandatory but we don't need the rest of IV for this.)

Ye okay i can now kind of figure out where goes what in relation to one and other.

Okay okay okay i know: draw a circle than finish the fucking owl.. no bear with me. I need something on the page to talk about what i do. Lemme explain:

So first i'm starting with the traditional x or cross (blue on the pic below). I usually i orient it in my head that the meeting point of the line is the part of your nose dips right above the nosebridge. Because that is usually in the same level as the eyes. At least how i start, they could be moved up or down later.

So the horizontal line for me is the middle of the middle pair of eyes/eyeholes for Vessel or if there is only one set of eyes than it is the middle line for the eyes. I found it most comfortable in proportion wise for me to start with. (This horizontal line would be the tip of the ears as well if i had ears on here.)

Than i pick where the tip of the nose and the mouth is going to be roughly. Doesn't have to be more than a little dot or line, it is going to be changed later anyway.(pink lines below)

I also pick a comfortable spot on the vertical line where the point of the chin is going to be, where throat starts and pick a spot for the addam's apple.(pink lines below)

Than i make the whole head into somewhat head like shape (pink egg like shape below), because where that ends is basically what i'm connecting with the chin point to find the jawline. (green lines below)

Maybe even add to a line or two for where i imagine the hood to go just for funsies.

What else i do simultaniously with this is finding the flow of the face because where his adam's apple is, will tell me where the neck bends in the movement, the neck curving point will show where the shoulder connects, but also where the tendons are going towards the suprasternal hollow and then where the collarbones start and angle back up towards the shoulders etc. Everything connects to the next thing.

(I also do this for half or full body figures as well, only there i'm trying to find the flow of the entire body. Or more accurately the curve of the spine in a natural or close to natural shape first and then figure out the smaller parts.)

Look i'm not gonna lie, for this to be eyeballed off of even a pretty close reference picture in a way that looks close to natural or makes sense, you have to have a basic understanding of anatomy.

It doesn't have to be a conscious understanding but it has to be there. There are endless tutorials out there to help with this and i highly recommend looking up a few because i know not everyone can learn it just by looking at dancers and anatomy lab videos.

Next step: find a reference for the mask and preferably for the mouth because i'm bad at drawing mouths and i want to learn. If it is moving make it not moving, it helps a lot. Kill it with a screenshot, put it in Paint, bury it in a jpeg. Simple as that.

When i have my mask reference, i'm just trying to find a sweet spot that matches it in a way that feels good. First i'm going for the rough outline of it, details can be added later. It is not going to be a one-to-one to the reference because it is not the exact same angle, but it still helps.

And from here it is mostly just trial end error of putting lines and details in and than erasing them until i reach a state where i can say: yup this is look decent enough and can refine it into a lineart and start shading.

Not much else i could share here about this part of the process because as i've said most of it is pretty intuitive and based on a certain level of anatomical understanding.

(Hopefully you'll see the end result in a couple of days but we'll see how much time i'm going to have.)

Love you all and i'm sorry i can't provide more than this ♥

[brawngp2009]

please... i can't stop thinking about them... any spare shovson spirk thoughts 🎤

like what is there even to say, really.. i had this Vision a while ago and i shared it with a friend and we talked about how this dynamic is always compelling! i love it, literlly one of my most favourites. the captain and the first officer is a kind of thing that always slaps! some of my other favourite examples besides star trek are "the master and commander" i haven't read the books but from what i've gathered it's basically jack aubrey and dr. maturin slow burn, and another one is "the terror" s1 -- whatever transpired between captain crozier and fitzjames. 10/10 no notes. (also should i add merthur of BBC merlin fame? it kind of fits the narrative in my opinion, and generally like... the knight and some guy who's always with him??? is this anything??)

whenever i see this dynamic im like a dog that has found some garbage on the sidewalk, i grab it and i don't let it go no matter what. and circling back to spirk -- it's one of the pairings i ALWAYS come back to. star trek is just SO deeply ingrained into my brain and into my life (im literally learning klingon for fucks sake and all my friends are aware of that bc i cant shut up! Qapla!) and my legacy on this site (if you've ever seen edits with star trek characters and van gogh painting 'twas i! my doing).

so it was only natural that i took shovson and run with it basically. there are no thoughts, really (you've probably realised that at this point if you are still reading). 've never had one of those. unfamiliar with the concept of thought. BUT there are association, there are vibes, there are similarities, the dots were connecting too well to resist. basically these two fuckers matched my freak EVERYTHING. literally everything. the flirty one and the reserved one? check! the courageous one and the logical one? check! the fighter and the thinker? check! even the damn hair colour thing??? check! bitches are colour-coded, you gotta connect the dots!!!

now i don't know how well shovson could be translated into an actual star trek AU because in my opinion you can't just copy-paste it, you have to sort of warp both universes together or around each other to fit the narrative of your choice. SO NO TAURUS IV. NO TRAUMA. OR AT LEAST NOT THAT MUCH. and like they should remain human, but yes to the kobayashi maru test. jenson would've definitely tried to win or cheat, there's no doubt about it. he seems like the type.

IN CONCLUSION (as if i said anything that makes sense and can be concluded in any way) there is SOMETHING and i'm glad that i'm not the only one who sees that! i shall contemplate about it and maybe, when i familiarize myself with the concept of thought well enough, i will come back here with actual things to say. and not. whatever this is (rambling, straight up mad woman speaking nonsense on the streets about apocalypse).

[fuck-customers]

tws for self harm (alluding to it) ///

puts two weeks in at phone job. blocks all managers, leaves all cord (which. why the fuck are we using that. we were just fine using gm but someone just had to tell them about it and they wanted to be """hip""" and """cool""" with the times. hello fellow kids!) gcs, blocks all numbers.

goes into malwart to shop.

"why would you leave without telling us anything?"

i don't know, maybe me literally having thoughts to actually harm myself and play in traffic like fucking frogger were the clue. who knew!

"you could have called out!"

ive been literally trying to call out for three weeks straight with a guilt trip of "your coworker is too pregnant for me to work her anymore" (which. totally isnt my fault btw, she's had 4 months for me + nine for the coworker to hire a second person after she went on maternity. she sat on her ass for that long and then immediately hires someone literally the next day after i put my two weeks in), "i have to go home when its dark!" (its kentucky, sun doesnt set until around 9 pm in the summer and it's not my fault you live in illinois), and "i have fees taken out of my pay when you dont show up" (yet another guilt trip, which its literally less than $20 from what i knew of it), and with that you'd think you'd have a brain to connect the dots on that when your worker starts calling out to dodge shifts. things come up. things out of our control HAPPEN. and you're more worried about sales and making money instead of treating your workers like they're human??

there's also the fact that. she refused to cover shifts. the manager did. for my store specifically. and then she'd show up at 3/4 pm (almost) every day at the end of the week just to hang around and do nothing but be on her computer and micromanage me?? like okay man. ALRIGHT. that and they'd complain i wasn't making sales when it's literally the slowest store IN THE DISTRICT and they all have the audacity to say that it's a busy store?? literally over the four month course of me being there i've sold like 10 phones. TEN. and i get no help when asked despite being a new employee, and then threatened with my hours being taken away because im not making sales.

sufficed to say i'm pissed as hell.

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[la-merlaison]

Hey hey hey I'ts me again and I came with another nerdy Louis post!!

Okay guys, the time has finally come! I'm not strong in french at all (for now) but my half french friend kind of is, so I asked them for some help during my research and I hope it turned out okay!!

So, no time to explain, right now we suggest you make yourself a cup of tea and prepare some marzipans (or at least omelettes if u don't have marzipans) because it's going to be a very big and really grandiose post!

Exactly 407 years ago, on sunday, Jan 29th, a huge intrigued crowd gathered in a giant ballroom of the Louvre palace to watch a truly legendary event in the history of France... Still very young King Louis XIII paid extremely close attention to the preparation of the ballet, as his doctor Jean Héroard noted on January 19th: "He rehearses his ballet twice a day."

Why all this mishmash of sentences, you may ask? *ahem* Lemme explain from the very start... (those who already know of all the drama between Louis and his mom, feel free to skip a couple of paragraphs but if you'd still love to dive even deeper into this rabbit hole and connect two dots then let's go!!)

When little dauphin lost his father (Henri IV) at the age of 8, he was still too young to be a king, so for quite a long time his mother Marie de Medici had to take the place of a regent. And it was all cute and stuff, except for the dauphin had already turned 13 for a year and a half (it was considered the age of majority and gaining power over the state at the time) and Mary did not even think of giving up her career, and especially leaving the throne, no matter how pissed off the young king was because of all the ridiculous formality of his "reign".

He was even more disturbed and frankly enraged by the favorite of the Medici - Concino Concini, who had a terrible effect on his mother according to the prince's beliefs (not only his beliefs at all but let's focus on our blorbo's pov). But don't worry! In January Louis along with his friend, with whom he loved to spend time and in general was emotionally very close, conceived how to end this exhaustingly endless regency, which already had a questioning reputation... And I guess it meant, that the time has come for truly dazzling performances in every single way!

Among all the options proposed by Etienne Durand, the court poet of Marie de Medici (he's also responsible for organizing the performance), the king chose a very specific plot which was taken from the old chivalric poem “Jerusalem Delivered” by Torquato Tasso, as if this choice carried a certain kind of symbolism, but what it really meant??

Keep in mind, Louis really chose the following plot himself: "The valiant knight Renaud de Montauban, played by Charles d'Albert (that one close friend and favorite of the king I mentioned before), succumbs to the charms of the sorceress Armide, who takes him into her enchanted gardens and... enchants him (wow who would've thought)! However, his comrades, including Godeffroy de Bouillon (edit. I accidentally thought that Godeffroy and the demon of fire were the same character, but actually they were two different characters both played by Louis XIII oops) came to save Renaud and break Armide's spell."

Finally, on Sunday, January 29th, 1617, the premiere of "The ballet of Renaud's deliverance" eventually happened yayy, but the crowd was so huge that even the king(!) could hardly make his way through such a large audience, the performance even had to be slightly delayed. But it was worth the wait, because in the end everyone were struck by the fiery appearance of an impressive figure in a black mask, covered from top to bottom with flames. It was the king (OUR BLORBO YASS)!! You can see his costume on the first pic below under the number 1 and Charles as Renaud right above him.

It's believed that the ballet about the liberation of Renaud from the spell of the sorceress Armide has a symbolic, even double meaning. Many people recognize Louis himself in Renaud, who seeks to free himself from the oppression of Marie (as if from the spell of Armide). One of the lyricists of "The Deliverance of Renaud", Rene Bordieu, even compared the fiery image of the king with a phoenix, which could hint at the rise from the ashes because it also sounds like an allegory to getting rid off the pressure. Etienne Durand himself also said a lot of different words related to the costume, but there are so many of them that it is better to leave them for another post idk...

Anyways, each of these versions is wonderful in its own way, but the clothes of flame, which Louis demonstrated on himself that day, symbolized not only anger and a burning desire for revenge, but also those were clothes made of the light of justice and the desire for something light and devine like the enameled blades that reflected the light of countless torches and candles in motion, illuminating a hall full of spectators blinded by such a perfomance both literally and figuratively.

Plot twist.... On April 24, 1617, less than three months after the performance of La Délivrance de Renaud, Concino Concini was assassinated by the Baron de Vitry, captain of the royal guard. And about ten days later, Marie de Medici was exiled to Blois =)

Since then, Louis XIII became, in fact, a king but this time with all seriousness!

Well, I hope you enjoyed the post and had a great time with it! Wishing you justice, deliverances, marzipan & omelettes and a guarantee that no one will ever sit for too long on your throne, gotta love anyone who read this 'till the end <3

[nathandrakeisabottom]

hullo! saw you rb'd an ask game so thought i'd send in a question or two to my favorite nate pegger...

✍️ What's your writing process?

📚 Who's your favorite author (or a few of them)?

"To my favorite nate pegger..." :

😳❤️ Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am.... ❤️😳

✍️ What's your writing process?

You tell me!! Bye!!

📚 Who's your favorite author (or a few of them)?

This is so shameful to say, but I really haven't been a regular reader for ages, and when I am, it tends to be mostly plays over novels. The one exception are my lovely friends on the ol' dot org, especially @durrtydawg, @libertatias, @weltraum-vaqueroand, and @not-those-kids.

But as for my favorites of all time, I have to say I love.... uh.... not to out myself, but: Shakespeare, girlie. Tony Kushner (Angels in America) is incredible. Rebecca Stead has all the incredible, sharp brevity that I wish to utilize more in my own writing. She tells stories with the exact number of words they need, no more, no less, and the pacing is phenomenal for it. Pseudonymous Bosch. David Ives. Anton Chekov. My father. Chuck Tingle.

Okay, fuck it, top 2 writers are William Shakespeare and Lemony Snicket.

(Okay, for real, though) ✍️ What's your writing process?

Unfortunately for everyone, I am a moody booby artsy fartsy hippie dippy friend of shaggy, so I'm diagnosed disease of "waa waa I can't write because I'm not 'feeling it'" which means that for maybe four out of 50 fics, it came pouring out effortlessly in a brilliant whirl of inspiration. Maybe even shed a tear or two (in the acting world, that's how you know it's good).

But for all the others, it's honestly a painstaking grind. I don't really enjoy my writing until I'm able to return a week or two later and go "huh, this actually isn't so bad". Then, I forget, and the cycle starts again. Unhelpfully, my brain works in visuals, and a lot of the times it feels hard to capture moments in a way I'm satisfied with when you can't directly, exactly translate film energy into written fiction energy.

Don't burn me at the stake, but I'm also a "I psychologically have to make each sentence perfect before continuing" person and a "mostly writes connective tissue and struggles to let herself write the big, interesting scenes before it's time" girlie, and then I have the GALL to ALSO complain that there's no good word for balls.

But to be honest, a lot of my work comes simply from a longing for a piece of media I can find myself and my wants reflected in. For as far as we've come, there's still so much shit I'm *shocked* isn't normalized or as readily found in fiction. Especially nowadays, when some fucked up sons of bitches brought back??? gender roles??? in 2024???? gen z???? --- it feels like a survival and self-soothing tactic to imagine a world that dreams of dissolving that entirely. I wanna pay for the dates. I wanna buy him flowers. I don't want to be scared to walk down the street. And I want more stories about weird, messed up women getting happy endings.

also sometimes im just fucked up and horny heehee <3

-S 🧡 

[kiwichaeng]

hello!! i hope you’re doing okay, and i hope your busyness isn’t too bad. as always, no pressure to answer this ask, but i am here as the hs tarlos fairy (i think i gave that a catchier name before) about to sprinkle a load of rambling into your inbox.

firstly, we have a single line from november which ive started editing. i’m finding it difficult to get lines that aren’t too spoilery but i mean..

In his defense, he really needed to spend an hour or so, longer, cuddling his boyfriend.

look, tk always needs to cuddle carlos. that’s a fact.

beyond november, i’m about to start writing february and have i raved about it yet because i’m super excited for it!? not to be annoying with these teases, but it’s a big month for parallels (so in term, sappiness). also, i should be posting the next chapter with carlos’ birthday tomorrow, and im excited for you to read that!!

one last thing: i said this before but ive been thinking again about their long-term future and i have a vague idea for the first 6ish months post-high school and UGH i could tell you everything 😭 (/pos). i love acting like these fictional boys exist it’s great.

wow this is super long. thank you for your time, sending you lots of love and positive vibes!! 💫

The notification for this was the first thing I saw when I woke up today and it was a really nice way to wake up! I read over this in the car but now I can actually like answer it lmao. I love the hs tarlos fairy title, it's very fitting 🩷

TK is soo correct! The cuddles are not a want but a NEED! Let this boy cuddle his boyfriend! They both deserve all the cuddles ever 🥺😭! I love them so much???? It's actually crazy how invested I am in this. All the cuddles for those two!!

OH MY GOD PARALLELS??? Listen I am feral for stuff like this! I am absolutely gonna go CRAZY when I read the parallels! (Although if I'm counting correctly then Feb will fall right in the middle of my finals 😞). I love love love stuff like this!!! Maybe I just love connecting random dots and crying over them. Delighted to hear you're thinking about their future! They deserve all the goodness and oh my god they're spending the rest of their life together dhjfhdjdhksjfhf 😭😭. Also gonna be honest I too think about them as real and existing sometimes to get through a day 😔

Since you sent this while I was asleep, I'm guessing the chapter comes out tonight for me which is AMAZING! Cannot wait! Hopefully, I'll be able to finish with everything by midnight so I can settle in and read 🩷. Thank you for this, I loved everything 🩷🩷

[thepowerisyouth]

hello again it is I tobias

i was wondering, what makes you post what you post? i enjoy reading them, but i just want to hear the motivation. I post because i like to code and share my little coding mishaps and funnies with everyone else. Why do you post?

The global political world's changing. Fast. Ive been a quiet participant in capitalism for 6 years since high school now, and learned a lot about things that I dont typically hear enough in leftist discourse, namely, stupid capitalist shit like finance and capitalist versions of economics. Socially Ive always been leftist, but Ive gone to nearly every camp for the economics of running a globe before realizing the answer is simply that money sucks and nobody wants it but rich assholes

I'm unemployed now and havent been in a position of free time for quite a while, so I have plenty of time to cover some groundwork for just writing about things Ive thought about for a while, then I can go back and expand on the little ideas later if I feel like.

You could just say I want to be a part of the good change happening. I'm a good communicator sometimes, which helps me stand out a bit from other boring finance discussions.

I also dont mind harrassing non-leftists, not changing their mind immediately, but being a pest-in-the-mind they hear later when someone else says the same thing as me and they connect two dots

I do write like a psychotic maniac at times. I embrace that, as it helps me keep a flexible mind. I dont believe that any of us exist in the same reality (metaphorically) so I want to be able switch out of mine and roleplay another idea or belief at will. Gotta keep practicing that flexibility or it goes away.

But truly-- I hate finance. I love pretty much everything else so those discussions are more for my own fun. The finance/economics ones are because I'm honestly too good at it 95% of people are way in over their heads at that stuff its not meant to be accessable or easy to learn whats correct

Ive been told to keep a diary of ideas but find this the easiest way to do so for me. So welcome to my diary of thoughts

Did I actually answer anything just now or just ramble? Lol

[leylayilmz]

about.

Full Name: Leyla Eda Yilmaz

Age & Birthday: 35 years old; December 1st, 1989

Zodiac: Sagittarius sun ☀︎ Cancer moon ☾ Libra rising ➶

Occupation: Owner of Everything Goes / ex published writer

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: she/her, cis female

Sexuality: Bicurious

Hometown & length of time in Briar Ridge: Born and raised in Briar Ridge, lived in New York from 18-29. Has lived in town consistently for the last 6 years.

Neighborhood: Downtown, in a 3 bedroom apartment with her daughter, Billie and best friend, Valentina.

Positive Personality Traits: resourceful, hardworking, loyal, protective.

Negative Personality Traits: disorganised, critical, cynical, impulsive.

✍︎ Penned by: Tee

☆ dot point bio | connections / pinterest / timeline

tw: death mention, pregnancy, grief.

Town local Leyla Eda Yilmaz has had a love/hate relationship with living in Briar Ridge. She loved growing up the way she did, with her dad and brother and sister. But something about New York called to her; it felt like there was nothing for her in her home town. She initially left town after graduation for Columbia University to chase success and study literature, a determination that saw her become a published writer of a two-book series some years after college. But alas, life, as it does, would get in the way. Her brother’s tragic death caused her to return to the Ridge just a decade ago. After his funeral, she pulled yet another disappearing act, leaving town for good. That is, until she fell pregnant to her then musician boyfriend, coming back home after his refusal to be a part of his daughter’s life. Soon after Billie was born, Leyla began to work at Everything Goes, which was recently left to her by the elderly owner. Nobody can make a pastry like Evelyn Girard, but Leyla’s learnt a thing or two and come pretty close. She’s often seen making coffee, overseeing the baking process and recommending novels to those interested. When people ask why Leyla hasn’t written another novel, she quickly shuts it down by telling them that raising a daughter and running a business has taken up almost all of her time. But really, dabbling with words and emotions and throwing herself into her own writing feels impossible when she knows it brings about the possibility of having to face her grief. And that terrifies the hell out of her. 

headcanons.

Every so often, she closes Everything Goes for a day to teach the kids in town how to bake. And Mari Cabrera!

Always has a book in hand, hanging out her bag, etc.

Is always late everywhere, despite being a hard working citizen.

Wears a necklace with a small October birth stone, representative of her brother and mother's birth stone.

CANNOT live without coffee. If she looks mad, give her coffee immediately. If the coffee machine is broken at the bakery, leave. Just run.

Knows ASL

Inspired by — Lorelai Gilmore, (gilmore girls), Rachel Green (friends), Carrie Bradshaw (sex and the city), Summer Roberts (the oc) & Brooke Davis (one tree hill).

wanted connections.

sister: wanted connection link

baby daddy/ex: wanted connection link

cousins: must be turkish

childhood/high school connections: she grew up in briar ridge.

high school sweetheart: this can go any which way! but i'm guessing they broke up before/after she left for new york after graduation.

new york connections: leyla lived there for over ten years (age 18-29) and went to columbia university

downtown neighbours: she lives in a three bedroom apartment with her daughter and Valentina Flores.

everything goes: coworkers & regular customers, pleaaaase.

parent friends: people who understand parent life lol

coffee addicts: speaks for itself. she respects coffee lovers but just like people who need coffee like an iv drip, hanging out and talking smack/gossiping about the town. i need it!!!!

[joshriku]

hi!! I saw a rec list of yours where you were like, "i actually have more but some of them are just the real popular ones so im like. Yeah youve read it." -- but I HAVENT!! I'm brand new to cherik and looking for those ultimate recs, those smash hits. could you rec some ultimate cherik fic, if you have the time? i'm not big on fluff but anything too cutesy but otherwise I'm totally open!!! thank you in advance!

hiii :D i would absolutely recommend you to also browse the tag filtering it by kudos because i tend to filter out some things and i also tend to be picky with stuff so there's probably Smashing Hits(tm) i overlooked bc i was like 'nahh im not in the mood today' and my god there are so many good authors and fics that probs go undiscovered by ME. so do make sure you don't miss out on Those Hits

that being said i went through my bookmarks and i'm grabbing those ones with thousands of kudos (bc to me A Lot of Kudos are anything over 100 but i know some cherik fics have liek 5k or more so. i rec going thru the tag fr) so if i repeat myself from the other recs im very sorry but teehee here you go!!!!

these are all like. well. they don't have major trigger warnings or bad endings so enjoy

two lonely souls in a fish bowl by blarfkey: this is really more centered around pietro and erik but the cherik in it is mmmmmwah and also it's jsut so fucking good if you need to scratch that itch of 'damn i wish pietro had told erik he was his dad' like the rest of us. it's so so so good and IT'S A WHOLE SERIES SO CHECK THAT OUT THEY'RE ALL SO GOOOOD.

been there, done that by asyouwish: time loop fic! fucking love that. erik gets stuck in a timeloop before the cuba thing happens. i love seeing littl emen suffer trapped in time

i don't want to wake up on my own anymore by pocky_slash: my bookmark tag here says 'something about erik sleeping' so i reread it and i was like oghggoghg erik sleeping....so YEAH.

orphans of forgetting by pocky_slash: AHGP okay this one's fucking good listen to me. i like men going through emotional trials that fucks them up but gives them an emotionally fulfilling result. this fics good

the pretender by clocks: au where erik fake proposes to charles to get free food. they're still mutants. apparently i bookmarked this one saying 'im going to cry' and now i remember i was jsut really emotional that day and there was no reason to cry as it is a very good and funny fic. help

the whole world wants what we're on by waketosleep: and there was only one bed!

mi casa, su casa by zairaA: i love this one. it's so fun to read. charles moves into his new apartment only to find out erik already lived there. i love this fic.

shalom malakh by zairaa: ive read this oen so many times and only now ive connected the dots that it's the same author. david haller is in this fic. 10/10 showstoppin gi love MY BOYYYYYY !!!!!! but other than that it's so fucking good. what's better than coming back from the dead to haunt ur loved ones AM I RIGHT..

still life with cookies by ren: this one's cute. like a romcom. the pining on this one is so good and enjoyable i liked it so much

a nice boy (the family matters edition) by pocky_slash: IVE RECCED THIS BEFORE. BUT LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO I REREAD IT AND I CRIED SO LIKE HERE IT GOES AGAIN

x marks the spot by the hoyden: i fuckign lvoe this fic. every time i reread it i blink and it's over even though its like 20k words but it's jsut THAT good!!!!

the courtship by danveresque: what's better than canon characters cherik. REINCARNATIPON FICS . fuck my life thsi fic stresse dme out so bad but it was so good. i love it.

never too late to be who you might have been by acetamide: charles and erik wake up in the future (the 2000s timeline movies) and only remember up until what they know before the cuban missile crisis. chaos but also sweet shit :)

tessellation by nekosmuse: i feel like ive mentioned this one before. no MATTER. it's GOOD. IT FUCKS ME UP SO BAD. it does messes with comic canon and also the xmen animated series so it's PERFECT FOR ME and i really do feel it's a classic. liek. 3k kudos should attest for a classic yeah. magneto is a charles xavier enjoyer. they meet. fall in love. Shit Happens. but like it's my favorite.

i think those are all the fics i have that are over 1k kudos long weeps.. again i SUPER encourage you to filter it by kudos when you go the charles/erik tag bc there are SO many fics with SO much content so please enjoy! i accidentally opened the tag and filtered it on august 2021 and i keep going through it. 2 years later yeah. i'm in like page 157 of it. we all make mistakes. but thank you for the ask and i hope you enjoy! :)

[sapphire-weapon]

I think one thing that bothers me about this is that, even if Benford scouted Leon back in 1998, how does that make him the same guy as the guy in Leon Epilogue? Nothing says that. And how do we know he even made those terms (i.e. threatening children) himself--that's totally reaching!!! That's also assuming that the writers in re6 even cared about Leon Epilogue and if they even considered it when saying Benford headhunted him!!! Why should we hold Benford accountable for something so damn serious and important to Leon's character when it's just based on a lot of assumptions by fans

Its like that meme "ive connected the two dots" "you didnt connect shit" "ive connected them"

yep -- that's another great point. the airsoft ad pins the blame on Benford because, according to that ad, Benford was the Director of the CIA at the time (he wasn't). so, even under the airsoft ad's stupid fanfiction, there's nothing in there about Benford being the actual person directly interrogating Leon. N O T H I N G.

the only assumption that you could actually make in quasi-good faith, going off of that fanfiction, is that Benford was the one who gave the order to threaten Sherry in order to coerce Leon in the first place -- but not only is that just an assumption, it's a far-reaching one.

because this scene doesn't just exist in the RE3 epilogue. it also takes place on screen and fully voiced in Darkside Chronicles. and the guy interrogating Leon (whose face is never shown and is actually talking to him via intercom) says basically "we have free reign to do whatever we want with you."

so, for all we know, Benford, had he been the one calling the shots (and he wasn't), very possibly never gave a ghoulish fucking order like "kill the girl if he doesn't cooperate" or even "make him think that we'll kill her." he could have just been like, "don't hurt them, but don't let them get away, either." and the jackass on the intercom was just bluffing the whole time -- just, convincingly enough that Leon believed him and never questioned it.

you know, not dissimilarly to how the shitheads down in gitmo treat prisoners. no one gives the order for them to do that shit. they just kind of do it.

but the whole thing is a non-issue anyway, because Benford was never the CIA Director and wasn't involved in any of this shit to begin with.

like. we're not talking about a minor detail, here. this is the single most important, pivotal moment in Leon's entire character arc. this is the exact moment that he stops being who he was and completely changes into someone else. you actually see the exact second that his soul fucking dies in the DSC scene. it's REALLY IMPORTANT to get the facts straight on what, exactly, happened during this event.

Leon loved Adam Benford, and Adam Benford is one of exactly three (3) people in this entire fucking series who genuinely loved him back without debate to be had or caveats needing to be added (the other two are Chris and Sherry, if you're wondering -- and I'm happy to go into why Chris and not anyone else, if anyone's interested). That is canon.

after all this shit, i have half a mind to ship these two out of fuckin spite, bro.