#when youre young you think of an angel as a lovely thing with a halo sent from heaven

[vanillawildflower]

fucking hell

Who, if I screamed out, would hear me amongst the hierarchies of angels? And if one suddenly did take me to his heart: I would perish from his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the onset of terror we’re still just able to bear, and we admire it so because it calmly disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrifying.

Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Galway Kinnell and Hannah Liebnell

I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.

Mary Oliver

Did you ever notice how in the bible, when God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like?

Thomas Daggett

How lonely to be something that nothing wants to kill.

Jeremy Radin

I was a winged obsessive, my moonlit feathers were paper. I lived hardly at all among men and women;

I spoke only to angels.

Louise Glück

Then an angel of the Lord appeared to him, standing at the right side of the altar of incense. When Zechariah saw him, he was startled and was gripped with fear. But the angel said to him: “Do not be afraid — ”

Luke 1:11-13

[tsukii0002]

My demons' periods cycles. By Mc

Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.

Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.

Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.

Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael

Simeon

He is totally diurnal, so when he's in the Devildom is always sleepy and a bit disoriented. But with the help of artificial light (what a nice trick magic is) he can regulate his schedule.

Under normal conditions, during his period he spends most of his time awake and alert. But in hell he sleeps much more.

During his period Simeon feathers himself, with new feathers on his wings and fluff covering on other parts of his body such as his chest or lower back, sometimes with different coloured shine (iridescence)

He does not usually show them, but if he is relaxed he reveals his halo and celestial formations equivalent to eyes (among others) Sometimes those eyes watch you while his real eyes are looking elsewhere.

Simeon grooms himself constantly and will groom you with the same intensity. But you don't have feathers so be careful, he can hurt you, you can avoid this by helping him preen so he'll be. distracted.

Simeon's nest is small, cosy and compact, he usually nests in his bedroom. He spends a lot of time indoors, even more in the Devildom.

You won't be able to help him nest because he wants to surprise you. How do I tell him that I don't usually live in nests?

He needs things that give him comfort and remind him of the Celestial Realm.

Bring him lots of flowers and things that are brightly coloured and warm but not poisonous or dangerous, those thing are for Asmo.

Simeon is not territorial. But in his period he have a highly developed protective and paternal instinct.

That's because in the Celestial Realm the younger angels are mentored by the older ones and Simeon plays an important role in this.

That's why Simeon feels anxious without having "his chicks" around, which is why Luke cannot be around during his cycles in the Devildam because he would overwhelm the young angel.

Due to this he cries a lot, so to comfort him you have to let him cuddle and coo at you. (He won't say directly that he wants more chicks but with you, I'm not ready for that Simeon ).

Simeon has a couple of days of pre-heat. Can you tell? Yes, when he starts to eat more protein, to hide blankets in the corners, and when he is more vigilant and follows Luke everywhere, the cycle is approaching.

Although he eats a lot before the heat, he hardly eats at all during it. But being in a different place than usual, with a little insistence he will do it.

He thinks you can't eat without him, he has to make sure he provides for his mate.

Simeon is not non-verbal in his cycle, but prefers to communicate with cooing and chirping, after several days it is easy to identify them.

When he looks at you with his big eyes and makes a little chirp he has you in the bag, he is a master manipulator.

Simeon's pheromones are very strong, and harmful to low-ranking demons, but he only limits the marking to his mate and his nest. (Luke too but he usually goes with Barbatos or to the House of Lamentations)

During the cycle physical contact is a must, as he hardly ever leaves the nest, he is practically glued to you at all times.

Turtledoves are monogamous and spend many hours in pairs, Simeon is the same, he will treasure you as the most important thing in all three worlds.

Simeon's courtship consists of showing off, spreading his wings and puffing out his feathers, (angelic formations also play a part in this).

However, the most important part of his courtship is singing, cyclical melodies and with a wide vocal range ( you can't hear some notes with your human hearing range >:(), he can spend hours singing + make sure he is properly hydrated and rested.

Simeon's senses during his period are heightened, but especially his hearing, any sound will make him alert (soundproofing spells will be very helpful in calming him down).

Simeon's temperature rises. Snuggling next to him means instant warmth, especially in his chest (if he were a bird he would hatch his eggs with his chest, cero proof, cero doubt).

Simeon's purring is like continuous chirping (can it be called purring?), sometimes it produces no sound but you can feel the vibration in the chest and throat.

It is not common for him to purr, but he does it especially when you are about to sleep cuddled together he's so cute when he wraps you up in his wings

Simeon: *crying silently*

Mc: *worried * Hey what's wrong?

Simeon: *hugging them* Mc *sad chirp*

Mc: What's wrong Simeon?

Simeon: I miss the little ones...

Mc: *apprehensive* There, there, how can I make you feel better?

Simeon: *staring at them with tear-filled eyes* make a chick?

Mc: … *cheeks about to explode* maybe another time.

Simeon: *apparently sleeping while his angelic formations watch them*

Mc: … *waving their hand to see if they'll follow it*

Simeon: *the "eyes" follow Mc's movement*

Mc: Heh

Simeon: *smiling* If you're so entertained, I can show you my primal form….

Mc: … Sorry, *kissing his forehead' sweet dreams.

Mc: *wraps themself around Simeon's wings as they caresses them* I'm getting sleepy….

Simeon: *purring as he smiles* I'm going to take you to the Celestial realm.

Mc: *stunned* Won't that be a problem?

Simeon: *softly cooing at them* I don't think so.

Mc: *practically asleep* Hum?

Simeon: *hugging them with a big smile* No one will dare question the couple I've chosen.

Raphael

Raphael is also diurnal, but he tolerates the dark better than Simeon, and he sleeps much less than him, that doesn't mean that in Devildom he is not a little disoriented.

Like most angels, Raphael is feathered during his period, his wings acquire new feathers and parts of his body are filled with smaller feathers and fluff.

In his case he has no iridescence, his plumage blends in very well with his environment.

He lets his halo and celestial formations show normally (he also uses it as an intimidation technique) although he wasn't sure if he would continue to do so after seeing your first reaction to them. They're cool... but kind of disturbing.

He spends considerable time grooming, he is calm and independent, he won't need your help, but he likes you to be close by "as if you were grooming together".

He tries to hide it, but he constantly looks sideways at you to make sure you are still there.

Raphael nests high up, so in the Devildom he nests inside the roof of the purgatory hall (in the Celestial Realm he has several nests, to keep watch despite the period)

He doesn't expect you to be in the nest all the time, but when he rests he does like you to be together.

Raphael feels a bit guilty that you take care of him. Is that vulnerability?

He does not know how to express his feelings well and is very indipendent, although he worries that you'll think that you make he feel uncomfortable or that he does not like you to take care of him, he's kinda cute.

Always alert and vigilant. Raphael is very territorial, he has the perimeter constantly guarded, nothing and no one is allowed near the purgatory hall, several spears are seen around the building as a warning to demons passing by.

It is not sure if it can be considered pre-heat but... Raphael becomes elusive and leaves the house less, he hardly talks to other people outside his circle.

Rapahel, unlike other angels, hunts during his period. So he usually feeds on raw prey, often wanting to share it with you like a hawk. Occasionally an evil imp has crept in and you have quickly released it, demons are friends not food

Raphael is totally non-verbal, his communication consists of small grunts and warning cries.

Ironically, he expresses a lot with his wings. It's funny because his wings make him much more expressive than when he's not on his period.

Raphael's pheromones are not as strong as Simeon's, but he marks much more, the whole Purgatory Hall is filled with his pheromones. Sometimes one of the brothers had been marked.

Raphael become more nervous than Simeon, he's less familiar with the Devildom, so to calm him down, cut off stimuli, cover his eyes while you talk to him and stroke his hair or wings.

Although he likes physical contact, you should always ask permission before doing so or he may become upset. He will do the same before cuddling next to you or stroking your hair.

Raphael's courtship is impressive, it involves Bridal Flights, which consist of acrobatic flights and all kinds of aerial pirouettes to get your attention. In an angel-angel situation the couple would accompany him in flight.

Then he also uses singing, (and it's true, Raphael's voice is out of this world) , you can't fly but you can sing so he'll expect you to reciprocate, if you hum along he'll be more than happy.

The sense that Raphael develops the most during his period is vision, he is able to see for miles this helps him not only to hunt but also to defend the fort.

His body temperature rises during his period this means that he is constantly ventilating the nest, so he wears warm clothes as a precaution.

Raphael's purring is deep and soft. It is impossible to catch him purring, he seems to wait until you are asleep to do it. But all in all it is an indicator that he is at ease and relaxed.

Raphael was the first one to talk to you about the periods of angels and demons, since he felt that as a human you would be the best person to help him in that kind of situation in a new place. Soooo unconsciously he is the one who clarified a lot of things for us... a lot of things, and the one who has triggered all this :D.

Raphael: *preening his wings*

Mc: *laying down next to him* This is rare…

Raphael: *watching them*

Mc: It's almost disturbing... so much independence, used to what I'm used to.

Raphael: *caressing their cheek with his own*

Mc: Thank you, I feel much better now.

Mc: Is it ok if I touch you?

Raphael: *blindfolded* … *nodding*

Mc: *caressing his back gently* You have to rest, as long as I'm here nothing dangerous will happen.

Raphael: *melting into the touch* …

Mc: Do you want me to keep talking? Or do you prefer to be silent?

Raphael: *cuddling up next to them*

Mc: *smiling* All right… today I went to the market…

Raphael: *singing as he stares at Mc*

Mc: *totally enraptured* Wow.

Raphael: *smiling in an angelic manner*

Mc: Damn, that's courtship and the rest is nonsense.

Raphael: *wrapping his wing around them and singing again*

Mc: *flustered* Wow....

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If you haveade it this far thanks you 🩷 the angel's part is a little longer but they are only two so...

[leth-writes]

Aemond Targaryen x Servant! Reader

You started working in the castle as a young child, apprenticing under your parent until you proved yourself capable of the basic tasks required of you

You slowly worked your way up the ranks by sticking to yourself, unwilling to interact with the various inhabitants of the castle unless absolutely necessary.

Finally, you were assigned at the tender age of 11 to work within Aemond’s chambers, cleaning and replacing the sheets whenever necessary and putting the laundry away.

As a result, you’re there in the early days after his injury

The first thing he sees when he wakes up the morning after, eye blearily peeling open, is you. You’re blurry and fuzzy in his vision, haloed by the sun streaming from the window you’re standing in front of. He thinks you look like an angel.

From that moment on, the world tilts on its axis for him.

The seven have given him an angel, and he won���t give that blessing up.

Not only did he gain a dragon, he gained an angel as well; more than worth it to give up an eye.

He sits up groggily, and you rush to his side

“My prince, please don’t exert yourself! The maesters said you needed rest…” 

He asks your name, and you reluctantly give it to him. You’ve survived due to a strict policy of not interacting with the royalty, but unfortunately that won’t last much longer

Alicent ends up begging you just to sit in the room, talking to Aemond, as he heals. Unable to refuse, you do so.

He begs you to talk to him, tell him about yourself, say anything.

You find yourself just… talking. Talking about your day, funny things you’ve seen some of the court’s visitors say, the worst mess you’ve ever had to clean up. To most it may not be the most interesting topic of discussion, but Aemond can’t get enough.

Growing up, Aemond is always requesting your presence. Sometimes, he’ll make a problem just to have you solve it.

When he’s freshly 16, and you’re 17, he first asks you about your love life. You tell him about a local boy you have a crush on. The anger that washes over him almost scares him; never has he felt an anger so fierce and heady.

Telling him was a mistake. You never see the boy again. 

Alicent is wary of allowing him to connect with you, but ultimately sees how you stoke his inner fire just by existing; to survive the politics of the court, he’ll need that fierceness, so she uses you like a motivator

Alicent uses you to get him to perform activities she needs him to do. Smoothing over the relationship between the Greens and a distant, undecided lord, just to earn an afternoon alone with you in his room, talking for hours.

You quickly learn not to look at other men. You need to dedicate yourself entirely to him to at least save the local population from his wrath.

As adults, he’s determined to keep you by his side. You practically live in his room from all the time you spend in there.

All of your duties revolve around him; cleaning his room, putting away his laundry, changing the sheets… Just don’t be caught talking to the male servants, or they may end up on the wrong side of Vhagar. 

Speaking of Vhagar, she’s incredibly protective of you. She’d burn anyone who even attempted to get too close to you.

He takes you on Vhagar all the time. It’s some of his most precious memories; your arms clutching around his waist for dear life, your face buried into his neck as you rely on him to keep you safe.

Let me know if anyone wants more!

[martiansodas-blog]

Hi! I was just reading your art donaldson head cannons and when I read this part specifically:

♡ wouldn’t mind having a slightly younger partner. he’d like teaching them things and it’d boost his ego a little bit. you two would tease each other about your age all the time.

I immediately new I had to request a one shot ( I think thats what they’re re called ) of them actually teasing each other maybe a bit nswf but yeah so if you could make one 🙏🥹

🎾 🤍💐✨🎀

“you keep me young.”

“and you gave me my first gray hair, can we go now??”

art liked to imagine you old with all gray hair and fine lines. him standing right by your side.

but he’s getting ahead of himself.

“ya know speaking of hair, you should let me use my curly products on you!”

“you don’t think i’ve outgrown that?”

“are you kidding? it would look so good on you now! i’ve only seen pictures of you with a mop on your head i want to experience it first hand.”

he rolled his eyes but the crinkles around them brought by your cheekiness was prevalent. he can’t hide anything around you.

“alright. you’ve convinced me.”

the two of you were chatting in a local coffee shop. there are a dozen cafes closer but you love this one. and art loves whatever you love. it has personality. they make their syrups from scratch and have a little patio for when it’s sunny.

the man was already convinced you were an angel, but the sun behind you giving you a halo was icing on top.

art drowned in your beauty.

the kind of beauty that made everyone else in the room look bad.

the kind that made you create a whole album in your phones photo app.

he made sure you knew just how stunning you were.

but your beauty was also the least interesting thing about you.

“thanks for taking me here.”

“of course. we really don’t come here as often as we should.”

“it’s out of the way. i’d feel bad if you had to fill up your car AND pay for my meal.”

you said it jokingly but it’s easy to feel guilty that about art spoiling you to the extent that he does. you didn’t have much to give in return.

art takes your smaller hand in his and plays with your fingers. the next time he speaks it’s quieter, and with fervor.

“you are a gift, my gift. you were sent to me.”

he looks into your eyes.

“everything i get to do for you is a joy, ok?”

art wasn’t raised religious, frankly he thinks most of them are bullshit. he never thought about believed in fate.

until you.

it took some getting used to- being appreciated on this level.

boys your age could never worship you the way art does.

you were younger than art, yes. but he wasn’t attracted to you because you were mailable. he was attracted to you because you were brilliant. you were passionate, funny, and if you disagreed with someone you stood your ground. you brought a fresher perspective to his life.

with that being said, he still wants to protect you from the big bad world.

you can defend yourself in every sense of the word, but why would you need to when you have a rich experienced man by your side? there’s a lot of people out there who don’t have the best intentions. especially with a girl in her twenties. that’s where art comes in.

he decides that you still need some convincing even after today's date, so he keeps you in his master bedroom for a few hours.

he wants to rewire your brain and ruin anyone else for you.

“you don't get it, do you? when i said i liked you, it wasn't just skin deep. ive got some bad intentions. i wanna take every inch of you and make it mine; i want you to breathe for me, eat for me, i want all of your orgasms to be because of me.”

the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you

[leighsartworks216]

All This And Heaven Too

Demon!Sylus x gn!Angel!Reader

Based on this post

Title from "All This And Heaven Too" by Florence and the Machine

This fic possessed me and would not let me go until I wrote it tonight (which is bad cuz I'm sick). Very very very vague spoilers for the end of Sylus's story

Also I'm not religious and I do not smoke but the vibes, y'all, I simply had to (I looked up a wikihow for smoking)

Warnings: heavy angst, angels + demons au, major character death, unhappy ending, hurt no comfort, blood, injury, crying, kissing, drugs + smoking, underage smoking, pet names, religious imagery + symbolism, swearing

Word Count: 2,557

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You sigh as you feel the oh so familiar sensation of a cigarette being shoved into your halo’s golden glow. There’s an inhale behind you, and the sensation is gone. Sure enough, when you turn around, the demon stands proudly, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

“Thanks, angel,” the demon, Sylus, purrs. The smoke blows into your face and you fan it away with your hand. He chuckles. “You haven’t changed one bit.”

“Well, it’s only been 3 centuries. How much was I supposed to change in that time?”

He studies you lazily, tilting his head and taking another drag. He settles down on a low stone wall, worn on the edges and covered in old paint. “Not interested in small talk today, angel?”

You cross your arms defensively over your chest. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you this on-edge around him. “I don’t know how you can think about anything else.” You look at the people passing by.

Teens in helmets and knee pads rolling past on boards or skates, others with no protective gear at all trying to pull off complicated flips and tricks. A couple sat under a curved wall, passing a blunt back and forth. Sylus had teased you relentlessly the first time he came across you in a place like this. Watching all these young souls take up vices so early in their lives, put their bodies on the line and break bones for a bit of fun. You didn’t notice the drugs and alcohol as much nowadays. You just saw the smiles.

“All of this will be gone in just a few days… Doesn’t that…” You glance at him. “Doesn’t that upset you?”

A kid walks up to Sylus, gesturing with his messily rolled up joint for a light. Sylus presses the end of his cigarette to the end without a word. The revolting stench of marijuana filled the air as the kid walked away. “Why should it?”

You glare at him and he chuckles.

“Oh, I’m sorry. What I meant to say was, ‘Heavens above, it’s a terrible tragedy! The horror of it all!’”

“I could smite you right now. One less demon for Hell’s army would be no loss to us.”

“But it would be to you.” He sighs, scanning the skatepark. A melancholy settles in his expression. “I suppose I will miss it. Humans know the best ways to have a good time.”

You hum. “I did always enjoy their weddings.”

“I was thinking something along the lines of lust, greed, and pride.”

“I know.”

You glance at the spot beside him. He holds the cigarette in the corner of his mouth as he takes off his leather jacket and lays it across the stone. You perch primly on it with a nod of thanks. He takes the cigarette from his mouth and holds it out to you. You stare at it with a grimace.

“This could be your last chance to try it,” he cajoles. “I promise you won’t get sent to Hell for a little thing like this.”

You glance at his face. Piercing red eyes stare at you, but you know he wouldn’t lie to you about something like this. Not anymore, anyway.

You begin to reach for it but he pulls it just out of your reach. He holds the butt end to your lips, but you look at him with that sweet little look of innocence, utterly helpless.

“Shall I demonstrate first?” He puts it between his lips, the corners curled up into a devilish grin. The ashes on the end trail a little further down the paper as he inhales the tobacco smoke. He takes it out of his mouth, pauses for a second, and blows it out, away from your face this time. He holds it back to your lips. “Don’t do too much. I want this to be a good experience for you.”

“Your temptations are hardly enticing,” you scold, but there’s no venom behind it. You carefully put your lips around the filter, where his were just seconds ago, and suck in. You can’t help watching his face as you do, searching for instructions through his expressions. He nods just slightly and you pull away, holding it in for a moment like he did, and exhaling.

He brings it back to his lips. “Well?”

You scowl as you try to get the taste out of your mouth. “How do you like that?”

“Oh, angel. People don’t like the taste - not really, anyway. It’s the chemicals that trick you into thinking you need it, pulling you to it over and over again.” He leans in. His eyes gleam. “Addiction.”

“Hmph. Should I try to find something pure for you to try now?”

He shakes his head. “I already know what the holy experience is like. I’m just fine not going back to it for a second.”

A drugged-up teenager with no protective gear goes down the old wooden half-pipe. It’s been in disrepair for years. The local governments don’t care at all about trying to keep anything here in good upkeep; they haven’t for decades. His wheel catches on a broken board and sends him flying. His body scrapes against splinters and bent nails, tearing at his clothing and flesh. To add insult to injury, his skateboard goes up the other side and comes right down on his head. You can tell even from a distance that he’s broken something. He lays there for a while, groaning.

Sylus isn’t surprised when an ambulance arrives a couple minutes later, despite nobody having called for their services.

“Do you know where you’ll be stationed?” you ask. You try to seem cool-headed about the thought of going into war, but there’s a waver in your voice that he catches as easily as recognizing a lie.

“Linkon City. On the frontlines.” He passes the nearly-gone cigarette back over when he sees your hands fidget restlessly with the hem of his jacket. “What about you?”

You take it from him with inexperienced fingers, but you don’t cough this time either as you take a slightly deeper draw from it. He could almost say he’s proud, if he ignored the omen of a smoking angel.

“The same for me.”

He takes the spent cigarette from you and puts it out against a spray painted yellow smile. “So I’ll see you there, then.”

You watch the ambulance pull away with the kid on a stretcher in the back.

Sylus stands up. It’s only when he gestures to his jacket that you follow, stepping away so he can retrieve it and put it on. It’s a hot summer day, but even dressed in all black and leather, he says it’s too cold. If Hell wins… you wonder if you’ll understand what he means, then.

“If we fight each other-”

“Why do you sound so upset about it, angel?”

You take a deep breath. Your golden eyes, blessed by the light of God, stare at him with a deep seriousness. “If we fight each other, we can’t hold back. You know that, right?”

He nods slowly. “I know.”

“I… I won’t hold back.”

He nods.

“Not even for you.”

He nods again. “I know, angel.”

You nod, settling that promise into your brain. Your frown hasn’t faltered at all.

“For what it’s worth…” Red eyes look at you with no waver in confidence, but that melancholy hasn’t faded yet. “Of all the angels I could have had the displeasure of knowing, I’m glad it was you.”

-

The city was a husk of its former self. Where once people walked to and fro, going to work or the movies or the arcade, demons and angels fought in a holy war. It was chaos at every turn. Armies donned in white and black, fighting tooth and nail to win.

You had your orders. They were easy to follow: kill any demon in sight. You prayed for God to end this war before it could begin. You prayed for the final days leading up to it for this to never come to pass. You prayed until someone ripped your hands apart and shoved a sword into them.

If your body functioned like a normal human’s, you would have been panting, gasping for air as you stole through a wrecked lobby and into a courtyard, surrounded on all sides by tall buildings. Your body would have ached from exhaustion, and you think a normal human would have fallen unconscious by now.

Your body does not function that way.

Your breaths are even as you turn in a slow circle, watching for any intruders. The fight rages on mere feet away, but in here you can almost forget.

A tree stands proudly in the center. Its branches overhand a small, tiered garden. Flowers decorate the wooden boxes, spilling out over the sides from care and dedication. You gently lift one of the hanging blossoms and bend down to smell it.

Something sharp touches your neck.

You’re frozen in place. Caught off guard, staring at the flower, memorizing it so that when the killing blow comes, it is the last thing you see. The last meaningful reminder of the humans’ blessed existence.

“Hello, angel.”

You turn your head so sharply you almost cut yourself on his blade. Relief and dread swell in you all at once, a miasma of discontent. Sylus grins at you as relaxed as ever and lowers the black sword to his side.

A hollow breeze swishes his hair across his forehead. The longer strands catch in his eye, but he doesn’t brush them away. The horns on his head are sharper, crueller than usual; as dark as the deepest pit of Hell.

The golden glow of your halo highlights the planes of his face.

“Don’t hold back, remember?” he says. “Don’t lose that conviction on me now.”

Your hand shakes as you tighten your grip on your sword. You raise it in front of you. The sharpened point raised to the heavens, a symbol of your devotion. You swallow. “I won’t.”

He mirrors your position, the end of his sword aimed for the hells below. His hands are steady. He nods. That damned grin widens on his face. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “I know, angel.”

Sylus attacks first. He has to. You’re paralyzed, unable to make the first offensive move. You defend instead, blocking and parrying his every move. The tree stands watch. A silent aegis to your battle.

He cuts your right cheek, and you jump away to collect yourself. The pain feels too real. How is this the natural end of the world? How can your God sit idly by and witness you crossing blades with the one creature across the Heavens, Hells and Earth whom you called friend? What merciful God would want this?

Blood drips slowly down your jaw from the small wound. Sylus paces around you like a wolf hunting wounded prey. You know he will destroy you.

You take a breath and raise your sword again. Your hand does not shake.

You strike first, reigniting the fight he lit.

It’s grueling. Neither of you dares to give in now. Hesitating would be to die. And not only did neither of you want to die, neither of you wanted to kill the other. It’s a battle built to be a stalemate. A war never meant to be won.

At least, you wish it was.

Both hands grab the hilt of your sword, holding it steady. Sylus grabs the blade.

He chuckles. It’s weak. Strained. His eyes match the blood pouring from his chest as he looks up at you. He falls to his knees. You follow.

“Well done, angel.” He wheezes, eyes squeezed shut in pain as he hunches over your blade. The sides dig into his hand, slicing his palm and fingers. “You… You won.”

All at once, the reality of the situation hits you.

“No…” You support your sword with one hand as you scramble on your knees to be closer. You grab his shoulder, sitting him up so you can see where you’ve impaled him. You let go of the sword to rest both hands on his chest on either side of the wound. “No, no, no, no, don’t- You can’t-”

Golden light shines in your hands, but black and red tendrils block your healing. You try harder, until the light blinds you, but the demonic powers within him refuse to relent. Sylus watches you with soft eyes and a grin.

“Angel,” he mumbles. You grunt in frustration as you press harder against the wound. His hand slides off the blade and covers yours. You’re panting from exertion as you finally meet his eyes. “I think… I think I wanna try somethin’ holy now… You got anything in mind?”

The glow fades. The darkness fades. You cradle the back of his head with a blood-soaked hand. It stains his hair. Your other hand grips his like a lifeline, squeezing blood from the cuts there. He doesn’t stop you.

“Something holy?” You search his face, wracking your brain for any ideas. “Okay… Okay, I can do that.”

You begin stroking his hair tenderly, scratching at his scalp, scraping sweat, blood and oil under your nails. He sighs, head resting heavily into your care. His eyes are half closed. He forces them to stay open.

You scoot yourself closer, until your knees are touching his. You lift his head up and bring your lips to his forehead. This close, you listen to every breath he takes. Every rasp and groan he exhales. You pull away reluctantly, ducking your head down so your forehead rests over your lingering kiss.

“How’s-” You clear your throat after your voice cracks. “How’s that?”

“Isn’t kissing… a sin…?”

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s not.”

He hums quietly. “You ever… kiss anyone… angel?”

You laugh despite yourself and shake your head again. “No, I haven’t.”

“Shall I… demonstrate…?”

“I’d like that.”

He abandons his sword on the ground beside him. It clatters against the carefully laid brick of the courtyard. His hand is agonizingly slow to find your cheek. His palm is cold. His thumb strokes the cut he gave you.

“C’mere… angel.”

You follow his weak guidance as he tilts your chin, pulling your lips to his. His lips barely move. You press against them a little harder.

His hand slips from your cheek, knuckles scraping over the bricks and jostling his sword. You pull away.

His eyes are hollow. Red irises staring into nothingness.

“Sylus…?” His head lolls in your hand when you try to adjust. “Sylus, please-” Your eyes fill with water. “Please, it’s not funny. I don’t need your tricks right now. Please-”

You let go of his wounded hand to hold his face with both hands. Blood from your touch stains his cheeks. Hot tears slip down your cheeks.

“Please, I- I can’t do this without you… I don’t want to do this without you…”

He doesn’t respond.

You press your forehead to his again, leaning over his body as gravity stakes its claim on him. Your tears land on his face, falling down his cheekbones and jaw as if he was the one crying, not you.

“Please… Please…” You kiss his cold lips. “Please…”

Nobody hears your prayers.

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

Duncan taking care of a sick reader? Imagine the dear reader with a fever and saying silly things about how beautiful he is, about how she would like to kiss him and start saying more perverted things lol

I need him to be my nurse :((

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You watched him as he gently placed a cold compress over your forehead. The light spilling in from the window behind him made it seem like he had a halo. Yes, he was an angel. A beautiful one, at that.

"Hopefully the medication kicks in soon," he said, adjusting the blankets covering you. He glanced up at your face, a smile tugging at his lips. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Your eyes were heavy-lidded and glazed with fever, but still love snuck through the delirium. You smiled, biting your lower lip a little.

"Like what?" you asked, your voice raspy. "I just think you're so handsome...."

He chuckled. "Oh, really now? Tell me more."

“It’s true! I like looking at you,” you went on. “Best part is, I have you all to myself. And you always take such good care of me, especially when I’m sick and needy.”

“Don’t you mean or?”

“Nope.”

You tried to wag your eyebrows comically, but it was a weak gesture. He shook his head in amusement.

“What you need right now is some good sleep,” he said pointedly.

“Then put me to bed, handsome,” you tried to purr seductively, which only made him burst out laughing.

“You’re already in bed!” He exclaimed. “When the fever breaks, we’ll see. But for now… hands to yourself, young lady.”

“What kind of torture is this?” You groaned, melodramatic. “You walk around looking like that and you expecting me not to want a piece???”

He rolled his eyes playfully, patting your leg before standing up.

“I’m gonna make you some tea, alright? You get to enjoy the view while I walk away, at least.”

You smirked at him, but your frustration grew again as soon as he turned around, giving you a perfect view of his ass.

“Torture, I tell you!” You said. “I’m going to get you for this!”

“If you can even stay awake long enough,” he called over his shoulder.

———

[wastemanjohn]

I want so bad to ask for more of the fic where it’s John in Hell and f!Sam and f!Dean but I CANT REMEMBER THE TITLE😭 (also you’re amazing for titling your fics before you finish them)

hehe I didn't include it bc while it IS a work it is not in progress 😇 i still think about it tho and i really hope to finish it someday. and all the titles are very much subject to change haha

i thiiink i shared an early version of this scene with you before? anyway it's the only one without big gaps so have it haha

The last thing John sees before he dies is his wife.

Mary looks exactly as when she left him, on the night she went upstairs for the last time; grubby maternity nightgown, barefoot young mother glow, blonde hair like a ratty, fitfully slept in halo. A middle America angel materializing from the flames. 

Flames. Feels like one hell of a cruel joke.

It would be the gentlemanly thing to do to get up and meet her. But John can’t feel his legs.

Maybe it’s not a good enough excuse. Maybe the last dregs of his energy are being spent on trying to inflate his lungs with some kind of consistency, only managing small gulps of air seething with ash and black smoke, his crushed ribs shoving it out again. He can feel the heat from the fire on his face. See the hollow frame of the window he just plummetted through, three storeys above office block, bordered with the remains of shattered glass. It’s in his hair, his clothes. He lies on the sidewalk in a blanket of his own blood, gushing from the holes in his gut made by his own knife. From god knows where else.

But it’s okay, because Mary’s coming towards him. Out of that burning office block, untouched by broken glass, and when she drops to her knees beside him, she’s smiling. Smiling the way she used to smile, before the girls were born, before John had to work so much to keep everyone fed and clothed, before she got all disillusioned and he got all mean, before they had to tread so carefully around the cracks in their foundation. And Mary drops to her knees beside him, giving him that beautiful smile, that uncomplicated smile, like she’s just pleased he exists; that smile that was degrading in his memories like a nitrate print, never entirely captured in the photos stuffed in the back of his journal, the way photos are always just an impression, devoid of the live intricacies that make you love someone; and as Mary tilts her head and puts her hand with its pretty delicate fingers on his face, John knows this isn’t right. That whatever he’s feeling, it should be identifiable. More.

He’s very cold. His bones are cold. He feels a twitch in his throat, soundless attempt at a groan. The sidewalk feels like putty against his back.

Mary murmurs wordlessly. Soothing. Her hand comes down on his cheek, delicate, warm, the bump of her wedding ring. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here now.”

Her voice - god, so long since John has heard her voice, the lilt and cadence lost to time - 

“It’ll be good this time. Just you and me - it’ll be like it was in the beginning."

The beginning. The way the beginning always comes back.

“Just relax,” she says. “I’ve got you.”

She’s getting blurry. The fire rages on. And it’s everything John has wanted for sixteen years. To see her. Tell her how her little girls are grown, how they’re smart and brave and beautiful. Conversations he’s rehearsed in his head, kept in a vault for when he’ll need them again, for the afterlife he never really believed in; but when you’re lost, when you’re ripped torn up inside and you can never get what you want, you have to hold onto something. But now -

John draws in as much breath as he can. Uses it to tell his wife, “We really need to talk.”

Just saying it leaves him exhausted. He doesn’t think he ever said that to Mary.  Not the way she said it to him, when he’d be home long after the girls were in bed, working late or at the bar.

The way she stopped saying it eventually, the way she wouldn’t even look up when he came home, the way they became sexless roommates who quietly despised each other, tiptoeing around it with the mess of little girl toys on the floor.

Those memories don’t usually come easy to John. Funny how they do now. Of all fucking times.

Mary thumbs at his cheek. “We will talk,” she tells him, voice heavy like a promise. “We’ll have all the time we could ever need now. And I’ll tell you everything you could ever want to know.”

John can feel himself fading. How much is everything? 

The lick-hiss of the flames is meditative, kind of. Just five minutes ago, he thought he was hunting a simple spirit. It feels shitty and poetic, that this is going to be how it ends.

Anyway; not like there’s anything he can do about it. Nothing but watch Mary lay down next to him on the sidewalk, pressed into his flank, arm around his waist. His blood pressed into patches like paint on her nightgown. Covering her hand. She lays her head on his chest, ear to the heart that’s giving up the fight.

“I missed you,” she says. Lips soft against his ripped shirt. “Come with me, John. Come home.”

He can hear sirens. Hear them low and distant, like he made them up in his head. He’s very cold; but Mary feels warm and alive against him, and it’s all he’s wanted for sixteen years, and if this is how it ends then so be it.

“Come with me,” Mary says again. Tips of her hair stained with blood. “We’ve got all the time we could need. We’ll have eternity.”

It’s a good thing, John thinks, that they have eternity. He has a feeling they’re going to need it.

[rabbitenn]

Can you write out some headcanons of what you think it would take for Tenn to fall in love with someone?🙈in my mind he’s a hard nut to crack so I want to know what would make his heart break from its cage and start fluttering!🤍thank you <3

YOU ARE IN LOVE, TRUE LOVE.

Maybe this feeling wasn’t in his plans, but all he wants is to feel the warmth of your affection.

ft. Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello, dear and thank you very much for your request ! I always love it when you guys ask for Tenn content, he deserves all the love in the world <3 I also included an additional mini scenario, I hope you like it ! My apologies that I couldn’t post it sooner !

— For Tenn to start taking a liking to someone, they’d need to be kind and hardworking.

— Those are attributes that he very much shows, even if he may not realize the former sometimes.

— It’s endearing to see how you give it your all, trying your utmost to do your job/passion/hobby perfectly.

— Plus, if it’s something to do with an audience, like being an artist, a musician or idol too, a writer, streamer, etc, Tenn can relate so much to the feeling of doing your best to make them happy.

— Tenn dislikes inconsiderate people, that is why I mentioned kindness as another key quality he’d be attracted to (also, who doesn’t like a kind and caring partner?)

— The center of TRIGGER is always giving his everything to everyone, doing all he can and more to make his fans and the people that are important to him happy.

— So when you care for him, doing your best to make him smile, to make him comfortable, Tenn can feel this warm sensation in his chest… Almost like a desire to get closer to you, to share more with you, to return the gesture…

— It’s so cute, you think, how his eyes widen and the pink tint on his cheeks deepens when you give him one of your sweet smiles as you hand him a lunch box you made for him.

— As much as you love charming angelic center of the stage Kujo Tenn, there’s something so adorable about his feelings being so raw in his expression.

— You’d love to kiss him.

— And you don’t know yet, but he feels the same way.

— A sort of magnetic pull, a sense of yearning akin to the anticipation he experiences before stepping on stage.

— Another quality Tenn would like in his potential s/o is honesty. Compulsive liars are the kind of people he doesn’t get along with (I mean, pretty common sense again).

— So, please, be honest with him! Even if sometimes there are things he won’t tell his fans in order to avoid them worrying, if you are truthful with him, it makes Tenn feel valued.

— The same goes for any actions or kindness you extend towards him.

— To see you caring for him from the bottom of your heart and for who he is as his own person, rather than just for his idol image…

— Tenn has to let you know how much he appreciates you.

— Has to let you know he loves you.

— And that is exactly what he will do.

♡

Shades of argent blue paint the wintry evening sky.

Sunset is approaching, the glowing trail of the dusky sun lining the horizon, readying the stage for the appearing constellations.

Beneath this moment, tinted in shades of both night and day, two figures stand.

If a young shooting star were to see the world for the first time at this moment, it’d believe one of the two people is an angel.

Right now, you are staring into this person’s eyes.

They remind you of the cotton candy you ate with him just a while ago at the amusement park.

He smiles softly.

For you to surprise him with tickets and fulfill his dream date… It’s true you’ve become pretty close, but this gesture alone melts the singer’s heart.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been so good to him, either.

It’s been a while since his heart started dancing to the song your affections played for him.

He had never verbalized it, though.

But today, as a halo of early night surrounds the quiet street, he has to tell you.

“[Y/n],” The idol calls you, his expression tender but solemn. “There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He utters, breath coming out in puffs that merge with the first stars.

“What is it, Tenn?” You prompt him, that smile filled with kindness you always gave him, illuminating your features.

One of his hands reaches to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, his lingering touch sizzling as it sends waves of fiery shivers down your spine.

“You’re so kind to me, so good… You make me happy.” Tenn says, voice soft. “I want to be with you. Not just as friends. I love you.”

Your gaze widens, the shimmer of a charmed night reflected in your eyes, staring at the curve of Tenn’s lips as he gives you his sweetest smile.

“Tenn…” You return his smile, as you throw your arms around him. “I’m so glad… I love you too.”

In the threshold of your beloved’s shared residence, two figures stand.

The ancient stars watching from above smile knowingly; they had already foretold how the angel’s invisible wings would wrap around his lover.

♡

— In addition to all of the aforementioned attributes, Tenn himself mentions how he’d like to be with a partner who understands the music/show business industry well.

— There are times when he may not be able to spend all the time he wants with you, since his job requires hours upon hours of practise.

— In other instances, you two may have to keep your relationship a secret, so as to not hurt the fans and avoid mass media.

— Being with a lover who could understand that, plus enjoying at least to some extent the world he’s into, would really make him cherish them more. (And not only that, but someone like that would be highly compatible with him as well, from an objective point of view).

— So, what would it take for the perfectionist idol’s heart to start fluttering? To sum it up, kindness and care for him and for all of those he holds dear (please, get along well with Riku too!), earnestness and hard work, knowledge of the showbiz world and being considerate and honest.

— Hold Tenn’s heart of gold gently, please, he needs and deserves all the love.

[eggedbellies]

This was originally supposed to be a magic collar idea but it turned much bigger

You are an angel,  a warrior of light,  truth, and justice,  you get the deal. 

Like with armor and glow and not just wings a halo and a robe. 

like really cool looking no boring angel

you've encountered your fair share of demons, be it your standard cannon fodder, humans who sold their souls for power, but not uuber-powerfulones. You've also encountered your fair share of captured humans.  You see a fair share of working slaves,  sacrifice, and common deals but you've also encountered some... Odd ness.

Humans who are members of a demon concubine/harem,  begging for their masters/Mistress even after the spells are broken.  Humans are being used as breeding stock,  either by the monsters the demons call "pets" or by the demon themselves,  and the lust they have even after being saved isn't good for those sinful thoughts you've been having. But weirded of all are those humans corrupted into demons,  but that's just a myth, they would never let a human be corrupted that far.  But the bigger myth of all is fallen angels,  but that's just a legend they tell young angels to keep them in line,  no angel has fallen for thousands of years.  But as of late your mind has been filled with the sinful lewd thoughts you've seen as of late,  and the stories your fellow angels have been talking about.  But it's just a test of faith that's all. 

Well one day,  you get ambushed alone on patrol by a demon,  an uber-powerful one. Doesn't look very tough, almost human, but when he takes off his cloak he shows his true form. after a serious fight with a demon,  you find yourself beaten and battered and your armor shattered.  You are engulfed in fire,  before appearing chained up to a wall,  with a window still showing you the outside world and fresh air.  after a few minutes of screaming for help and trying to break free,  the demon who beat you says it's no use, the castle is protected by magic and no one can hear you.  They say you're pretty strong,  just you need the right master to train you,  that you would make a perfect demon.  Just agree to it and he'll draw right on you a sigil down there and this can be over real soon.  But the spit on his face by you says others wise.  So he snaps his fingers,  as tentacles emerge from the wall.  His little pet has been hungry for a new person,  and an angel no less, it is a wonderful reward for such a good pet.  but before he leaves the tentacle monster to do its thing,  he places a beautiful dark crown on your head,  and it speaks to you,  telling you sich naughty thoughts. 

Let's see if you'll be able to handle a breeding session before you succumb, I mean,  he can already tell you're enjoying this you naughty angel. 

Probably write a part 2 another day

Tentacle using you to hold its growing eggs,  trying to milk you,  as the crown goes deep into your thoughts and tries to corrupt you,  but finding you already have some of the theses thoughts.  after a session and the eggs come out,  you can see some changes already taking effect,  like hair color change or something like that.  perhaps the demon lord frees you but places a beautiful golden collar on you that limits your power so you can personally explore the castle with him,  but the more you explore the more the demon magic corrupts you.  I'll think about it later if you have any input. 

What would you think a demon would be like?  I was thinking very dragon cause you love dragons and you deserve to look cool. 

I also love dragons and agree w you lmao this is a great story, I love corruption ~

[trickarrows-bishop]

beatrice is so fucking tragic like.

imagine if you grew up hating yourself for being 'broken', for loving in that way and your parents won't ever accept you and they hate you and you hate them too but you think you hate yourself more and they send you away but the idea of God existing comforts you, almost makes you believe you can wash off the sin radiating off your skin, and demons are real and living among us and so you join the OCS and you find a family, a community there and everything is good and you're teaching and you're learning. and then shannon dies but this new girl shows up and she's a jokester but you can feel the sincerity off her and she's the new halo bearer so you're harden and then soften near her and she cries into your shoulder and a few days later everything goes to shit and your friend is MIA and you have to split away from your family but the halo bearer, your best friend, is here with you so you think you can bear it, and over two months you find yourself falling, falling, falling for her and you think it could even be requited with the way she acts around you but you're never sure enough to make a move and then she falls 13 stories high and when you reach for her pulse there's nothing there and you sob and hold her but she sobs and smiles when you look at her and she's alive, so so alive. your younger trainee who you're protective of tells you what you fear: they never last. and you know this, you do, but you see her floating with a crown and she looks like a real angel and you think hopefully about her words, guess we're gonna have to make history and you convince yourself it doesn't have to. when you try and infiltrate you know the boy there is a bomb and she is the spark and in the fight you see them reach for one another to ignite and though it's their mission to kill the false prophet you cannot bear to see her die. she wants to run away with you but you think about your young trainee and a new girl and how they're gone because of your actions and you can't say yes. a few days later and she's acting strange as they infiltrate the fake angel's base and you have a horrible nagging feeling that she's going to do something and it will ruin you, but worst of all it will ruin her. and she echoes your words, "things change when you realize it isn't always about you" but she is the sun and everything is in her orbit and everything will break if she is not there. you try to stop her but she kisses you and you kiss her back and she tastes like heaven and flowers and then she's left you, but you refuse to let that be the end of the story. you fight your way down to her and you arrive just as she explodes the boy who never got to be and it shatters you and it shatters her. she calls monsters to her and they tear apart the angel and leave at the call of a woman, and she doesn't know anything but you know she's falling in your arms, and you know the light is leaving her eyes, but you cannot bear to let her go, cannot bear to be the one to take out her life force, cannot bear to see her leave, you should've left with her when you had the chance, should've left when she offered her life with you. but there's a way to let her live so you bring her over to the portal and she's trembling and you can see she's scared but she says "i love you." and there's just air when you say "i love you." back at her.

like what the fuck

i’m glad ur seeing why bea is so blorbo shaped oh my god like she had no one and then found a family and then found a love through the hate her past family had taught her and then lost that love and then left that new family to heal i’m going to-

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy (Part I)

THE PHOENIX

"Put on your war paint."

"You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down."

"I'll burn you to the ground."

"We are the jack-o-lanterns in July

Setting fire to the sky

"Here comes this rising tide."

"Cross walks and crossed hearts and hope to die."

"We can take the world back from the heart-attacked."

"One maniac at a time we will take it back."

"You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start."

"Dance alone to the beat of your heart."

"Doesn't it feel like our time is running out?"

"I'm going to change you like a remix."

"I'll raise you like a phoenix."

"I think it looked a little better on me."

"Make a career out of robbing banks."

""The world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks."

"You broke our spirit."

"The war is won before it's begun."

"Wave the white flag."

MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DARK (LIGHT 'EM UP)

"Be careful making wishes in the dark."

"Can't be sure when they've hit their mark."

"I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart."

"I'm in the details with the devil."

"You know, the world can never get me on my level."

"I just gotta get you out the cage."

"Gonna need a spark to ignite."

"My songs know what you did in the dark."

"Light 'em up."

"I'm on fire."

"Somewhere another pretty vein just died."

"I've got the scars from tomorrow."

"You're the antidote to everything except for me."

"Burn everything you love then burn the ashes."

"My childhood spat back out the monster that you see."

ALONE TOGETHER

"I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul?"

"I don't know where I'm going."

"I don't think I'm coming home."

"I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead."

"This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end."

"Let's be alone together."

"We could stay young forever."

"It's not my fault."

"I'm a maniac."

"It's not funny anymore."

"My heart is like a stallion."

"They love it more when it's broken"

"Do you wanna feel beautiful?"

"I'm outside the door."

"We can go back and play pretend."

"Tonight I'm high as a private jet."

WHERE DID THE PARTY GO

"I'm here to collect your hearts."

"It's the only reason that I sing."

"I don't believe a word you say."

"This is the story of how they met."

"A story that they'll never forget."

"My old aches become new again."

"My old friends become exes again."

"Woah, where did the party go?"

"We're ending it on the phone."

"I'm not gonna go home alone."

"I know I expect too much."

"You know I only wanted fun."

"You got me all fucked up on love."

"I looked for your name on the ouija board."

"You and me are the difference between real love and the love on TV."

"Let's fade away together one dream at a time."

JUST ONE YESTERDAY

"I thought of angels choking on their halos."

"Anything you say can and will be held against you."

"Only say my name, it will be held against you."

"I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday."

"I know I’m bad news."

"I saved it all for you."

"I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way."

"Letting people down is my thing."

"This town ain’t big enough for two of us."

"I don’t have the right name or the right looks, but I have twice the heart."

"If I spilled my guts, the world would never look at you the same way."

"Now I’m here to give you all of my love, so I can watch your face as I take it all away."

[vase-of-lilies]

https://www.tumblr.com/vase-of-lilies/727745007269937152/title-of-the-thing-youre-writing

..YES!

YOU GOT IT!! These are all shorter and haven't gotten to the spicy stuff yet, but THEY WILL BE SPICY!!! I PROMISE!!!!!

Snippets under the cut! :D

I Feel You ~ At the age you are now, it was difficult to find really anyone who would accept your blindness, and love who you were on the inside. What never occurred to you was the fact that you needed someone who felt the same. Someone who felt an insecurity be validated by someone similar.  This was exactly how Wanda felt. She was the youngest of the Gorgon Sisters, born a mortal human but was punished by a goddess out of jealousy and spite.  The goddess Athena was spoiled by her father, getting everything and anything she wanted with a snap of her fingers. When she was betrayed, she didn’t punish Poseidon, who in fact was the person who caused this problem in the first place. She punished the poor girl who was hurt by Poseidon, all because the situation unfolded in Athena's own temple. 

The Rarest of Them All ~ A large net with heavy stones on the ends encases your body, and you fall. You don’t have your knife in this vulnerable state, and you can’t fly as the net had bent your wings, the nerves connected through the wings pinching. You whimpered in pain, trying to escape but only hurting your wings even more.  “Finally…” A voice says behind you, foot steps getting closer to your helpless form. You struggle, only having your wings bend even more. “You have slipped from my grasp one too many times, and now I finally have you,” She continues. Brown leather boots enter your field of vision and Wanda bends down in front of you. She carelessly flips you over, not thinking twice about your wings. “Do you know how long I have been trying to find you?” 

Her Fallen Angel ~ It was a homicide. A planned murder against a poor young woman, who had her whole life ahead of her. A life that you were supposed to watch over her as her guardian angel. Your savior had assigned you to this woman just moments ago, settling your sacred halo hovering just above your head. You had been waiting your whole life for this moment but once you met the crime scene it felt like your heart had been ripped from your chest. 

[buckyismybicycle]

WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

@itsfeistyred and @mind-empty-heart-full Oh boy... I don’t think you knew what you were in for when you tagged me... I’m actually going to stick it under a Read More because that’s how bad my folder is right now.

1. xSteve - hey now you're an all star Hockey AU (posting) 2. xSteve - I will never let you fall - wingfic/guardian angel (posting) 3. xTorres - daddy kink (posting) 4. xReader - Hold Onto Me (this is our playlist) (posting) 5. xSam - a different way to hurt  6. xTony - Dragon Rider 7. x?? - pornstar AU, title tbd 8. xTony - ROBBED (posting)  9. xSteve - Alpha Mafia Bucky 10. xSteve - shrunkyclunks veteran Steve/young Bucky  11. An Anomaly in Time 12. xSam - collab: i'll make a home in this nest -  13. xTorres - the wind beneath my wings  14. xReader - I love him, your honour - xReader 15. xReader - Avenger!Trainer 16. xTony - WI as Mr. Right MTH 17. x?? - Howard's Seven 18. xSam - I Will Follow You Into the Dark 19. xClint - it’s just a cup of coffee 20. xSam - if i could speak, it'd be your name in prayer 21. selfcest - Into the Buckyverse 22. AllCaps - baby 23. Poly - Let Me Rip Your Throat Out with my Teeth 24. xSteve - Operant condiitoning 2 25. xSteve - Steps to lose someone right in front of you 26. Tony/Sam Armour AU 27. xSam - Unconventional Training 28. White Wolf of Rivia 29. xSam - Last Hurrah - College AU  30. xReader - Masseuse 31. xReader - dragon age au - you have my sword and heart 32. xReader - Knot Your Lover 33. xSteve - YouTuber Bucky 34. Darkness  35. the key to ss 26. The Hidden Court 27. 5 + 1 Things Sam didn't know about Bucky 28. White Collar 29. Sin and Sorrow 30. Left for Santa Monica 31. xSteve - Baby, I Can See Your Halo - wingfic 32. xSteve - cycle of life, immorrtals 33.  xSteve - Kam's gift 34. xReader - chase me 35.  I'm Multi-Tasking 36. xReader - Rockstar AU - Part 3 37. EvanStan - for Maya 38. xSam - werewolf w/ art 39. through my eyes, the colours of you and I, they bleed 40. xClint - up against the door 41. xSteve - SSMB - precious, tentacles 42. Hell’s Kitchen 43. xTony - reforged zine 44. Loki - Mischief zine  45. xWanda - scars to see, scars to heal 46. xSteve - MTH (2) soulmate AU

I think I’ve seen a lot of people already tagged, but I am tagging you,  @rookthorne <3 

[fizzingwizard]

Random:

My shoes are broken so on Wed I tripped and smashed into the sidewalk. Scraped up one hand and knee. Haven't done that in a looong time, forgot how annoying the sting is. Several people stopped to see if I was okay, though, which was sweet. And the next day a woman who saw me fall actually stopped me at the train station to ask how I was. Aw, humanity. (I switched to another pair of shoes, but they aren't waterproof so *sigh* I have to go shoe shopping, which I hate. Why do people even make shoes that aren't waterproof? If it goes on your feet it should have defenses against the elements imo.)

We had our second yearly observation this week and my students were angels. I mean their halos were glowing aaaall day. I got nothing but great feedback and it was an awesome day, yay.

Last week a fast food place opened near my work and my coworkers have been going like every day. On the first day they all went together bahahaha. I resisted because I'm technically trying to not eat so much ~*bad stuff*~. But on Thurs, my coworker ate a big burger and loaded fries right next to me and I couldn't get the smell out of my head. So I had to go XP Honestly, it's good that I went, because the food I got was really pretty not good, so I was reminded that I... don't actually like that particular fast food place anyhow x'D So hopefully, despite it being so close, I won't be tempted often in the future.

Work bitching under the cut:

Over the rest of the week my students slowly morphed back into their usual gremlin selves x'D with Friday being the toughest day of all, because of course I was sick and so are a bunch of the kids, and of course, it was also the first day in a while where we had almost a full class (just one absence). My usual coteacher was out, the other was there, and great as she is she is still new and very young, so it leaves all the classroom leadership and behavior management to me. Hard enough on good days, but so damn tough when the kids are extra wired like they were on Fri. If the observation had been on Friday I'm sure I'd have gotten one or two critiques during the feedback session hahaha.

I do know what the issue is too, why some days are so much harder than others: certain kids aren't good grouped together. I have one student who thinks other kids are playing when they tell him to leave them alone or get angry at him. He just keeps chasing and provoking them with a big smile. After several months, he still doesn't understand anything we say to him in English. He understands Japanese, but there's understanding and then there's understanding, lol. We explain to him that right now it's time to walk and we will get to run once we are outside, but it doesn't stick. He's a sweetie who doesn't get angry or try to hurt anyone, but when you try to talk to him and explain things, he twists and goes limp and does everything he can to avoid looking at you and engaging, no matter how calm your voice is. So he obviously knows he's "in trouble" (we try hard not to make the kids feel like they're being punished, and to respect their individual wants and needs alongside what the class needs. But even two year olds aren't stupid: if they're the only one being pulled aside while the other kids play, they know it's because the teacher isn't happy with something they did. They don't believe smacking their friend with a toy tomato hurts anyone, but they believe the teacher believes it does... haha -.-;)

Among the other kids, it's a lot of very high energy boys who love to scream at the top of their lungs during free play. I know that if a teacher sat with them, she would be a calming influences. And I know that if I could shorten the length of free play time, this would be less of a problem too. We don't have so much trouble on days when for example Student A is there but Student B isn't, because they ping off each other and that gets the rest going etc. Unfortunately, when everyone is together, I'm not able to put a teacher in the middle of them due to having way too much to do in way too little time. It is getting better compared to the beginning of the year, when lunch time and clean up took foreeeever. The main reason is because the kids are for the most part eating by themselves and eating faster.

However, when the number of kids in the class is large, it's always going to need a certain amount of time. In addition, afternoons are SO tight. In order to do our afternoon activity, I need to be starting it at a certain time, and I absolutely need to be cleaning it up by half an hour later, because our room is also the nap room, so we need to put out all the cots. One quarter to half of our time is used just getting out all the cots and blankets four the two classes who nap in my room. That's also one teacher I don't have with the kids during that time, because she's doing the cots, and I need to change diapers as well as take kids to the toilet and teach their end of the day lesson, all within 15-20 minutes. Yesterday it was beyond impossible. We only got through it by hustling.

In terms of how to deal with the timing, I had a talk with two other classes a week ago about their schedules. They are not nap rooms, so their entire post-lunch period is all to themselves. They have half as many students as I do, but their kids are a year younger so do need even more help. That's why it's tricky, I can't push them to do things faster than the kids are able, especially since we're also always trying to foster independence, which means teachers can't hurry things along by doing it for them all the time. However, I did try to point out that nap rooms don't have the luxury of a full afternoon to do all our chores and activities, and that while our kids are a year older, they're still very young and there are a lot of them. So I asked that as much as possible, the other classes try to finish their bathroom breaks on time, so my class doesn't keep having to wait and wait and wait. The waiting isn't the problem so much as it keeps one of my coteachers in the bathroom for forty minutes. So I'm down one teacher when I reeeeally need all hands on deck. Last year this period only took 20 min and I thought that was too long. It's taking 40 min no joke and the reason is both because the younger classes are taking more time to start and finish lunch (they have to be in the bathroom before and after and we get held up both times) and also because my class and the other 2-3s class have 18 kids nearly every day. We don't take all 18 at once of course. But the bathroom isn't exactly a safe place, and yet we're always winding up with 18 kids from three different classes in there anyway... To me it's a safety hazard and I've mentioned it before. But I'm definitely a lot more cautious than many of my coworkers, and even the ones who say "Yeah, I agree with Fizz," just keep doing the same thing, so. I wouldn't say what we're doing is dangerous, but I do think it's inefficient and confusing, which can lead to danger. However, the main effect is the sucky timing.

For years I've felt that what we really need is 30 min more wiggle room. If we just had that, there wouldn't be these constant traffic jams. The school building is way too small for the amount of students it has (typical Japan) and if one thing is delayed, everything is delayed for everyone. So it's such a tight tight schedule. And we wanted to build in more flexibility this year, because there were so many new teachers (lit just me and my coworker who stayed from previous years, although another experienced teacher did transfer over and a sub who worked here before ended up sticking around a lot - but that's like 1/5 of the staff, all the rest are brand new and some are brand new to working with young children too). So we eased up the schedule, with the caveat that it was probably going to be too hectic at the end of the day for me and the other 2-3s class. However, I really don't even know whether the other class is struggling with their afternoons the way mine is. One thing in their favor is their classroom is next to the bathroom. They just send their kids back and forth from one room to the other. Mine is all the way down the hall and often, if you yell, no one hears you, so usually I have to take groups of kids at a time and keep them until everyone's finished. It would be nice if the other class was having the same issue as mine because then I'd probably get more support convincing the 1-2s classes that they need to try to stick to their schedule a bit closer, but. I don't really know what else I can do at this point: kids eat at the rate they eat, kids need to pee when they need to pee, and we teachers only have two hands apiece.

In the end I don't think any of this particular stress is anyone's fault, but the fault of the school's schedule, which is out of our hands. I don't get why we can't start class time 30 min earlier, it would make it all so much easier. I was told the reason once but I can't remember it. I'll ask again just because I'm curious. We are expected to do so much in four hours it's like. So much goes on in those four hours that they feel like a whole day, but once you're done with them you still have four more hours of work. It is really nuts to look at the clock realize that you're totally exhausted and it's only been an hour since lunch, hahahahaha.

[wsdalt]

hi jaime i hope you don't mind i'm going to have some fun reading into this here and i love to yap so… essay? mini-essay i suppose? doing this as a proper reblog because i fear i'll run out of tags, but throwing it under the cut

first of all i think this is a very fun setting for being during fuga \o/!! it very much feels like a peaceful--almost fantastical--escape, especially with felps' halo. the fantasy aspect being… i'm not so sure a place like this would exist where fuga was set, but if anyone could make it happen it's a saint, right? and even if it isn't saintly intervention, felps as a guard is probably still the reason they managed to get here in the first place. i'm a little off topic oops--connect this to the fact felps is the one controlling the swing

anyway from what i gathered of the original it's sort of a "first love blooming (spring metaphor)" + "two people drunk in love" sort of scenario (which i can see in both the original and yours) and i think that's very fun for fuga felpac \o/!!

obviously their relationship in prison would've often been pretty tense--especially with their respective relationships with cell--but i do think for both of them their relationship very much a way to escape from the horrors of prison and they probably leant into the trope of 'young lovers giggling and sneaking around' to further avoid that stress--especially since both of them kind of attempt the 'everything's fine \o/' denial approach to running into negative things. and this piece is a very stunning visual depiction of that escapism + that soft, tender, all consuming love + the combination of both

i got so distracted oops let me find my train of thought again. i like when felps looks away from things and i like when he looks at pac. i don't know how to explain it, but i will try: we can't really see his face in this, but we know he's totally focused on pac--it sort of gives off the vibe that his love is a lot more private and hidden? which makes sense for him considering he's not very loud about his crush on pac in canon. whereas we see pac's whole expression + the lighting is brighter on him, which is like pac in canon \o/ he's uh… not very subtle about his crushes pfft

i saw some people comparing the woman in the original to like… a goddess i suppose which i think is a fun thing to mention. even though they're both wearing modern clothing, the way you've styled pac's jumpsuit gives it that similar kind of flowy dress vibe that the woman has. anyway i wanted to say that despite felps having the halo, pac looks very angelic or mythical i suppose?

i feel like because felps is looking away from us at pac (in contrast to pac who's looking at felps, but his face is open to us) + the earlier establishing thing of "it's felps who brought them here" i want to take this from the pov of felps and say that pac being very lit up, angelic, mythical could very much be how felps sees him

(brief detour to mention springtime being associated with new beginnings and the way that plays into felpac's themes of second chances is a lot of fun…)

now with the context of felps' tattoos i got from you + the reading that this is from felps' pov, i have to mention a theory: and you know, i'm either going to be right, or very wrong. but oh well, we have fun here

felps' tattoos being like blood and coming from the stab wounds from cell + the saint imagery + the fact the setting seems a little out of place for a prison makes me think that this is quite literally a fantasy of felps' that he's indulging in. if this happens after the stab wounds from cell, pac's probably already escaped*? which means their fuga era is essentially over, but it's also the only time felps has with pac. something about romanticising what they had together as an ideal past of easy, picture-perfect young love

with felps' connection to sleep (and my headcanon that when he's asleep he's doing saint stuff and that's why he's asleep for so long) you could even also spin this in a shared dream angle. saint felps bringing pac to this place in his dreams so that even though they've lost each other for now, they can at least still have this

*originally i thought pac having both legs sort of messed with this theory of being post-fuga, and then i realised you can't see whether pac's other leg is a prosthesis or not, and then i realised felps' romanticised version of pac might not have lost his leg anyway, because that would mean acknowledging the guilt** and the negative things that happened during their time together

(**if this is fairly recent, he probably hasn't gotten over it yet. re-meeting pac would change a lot, because now he isn't just trying to cling onto and replicate the one bit of happiness + the one positive human connection he had during fuga (insert non-verbatim felps quote "i was on the other side--i was alone"))

now um… jaime if you would like to tell me all your thoughts and decisions while drawing this i would love to read it. i would also maybe want to type more, but i really need to go do other stuff now oops… i'm not reading over this so lets just hope it all makes sense \o/!!

Springtime

[blanketflame7]

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAAD!!11111!!!!!! but you are not. evidently because here yyou are in front of me livining and breaathing. life has been slow without you. you are like the sun but if the sun was my best friend because you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. being around you is like breathing fresh air after breathing smoke for years and years. when i think of you i see an angel descending from heaven coming down to save me because after all these years you have stayed with me and if you ever left i think i would shrivel up and die because. i need you around me like i nned water likei need the air i breathe. i miss you every day i don't see you and these past months i feel like weare on opposite sides of a bridge and i cant quite reach you. youre like a frosty winter morining when the sky is blue and clear and the sun is so beautiful and bright as it rises and the mist is rising from the earth in a soft white halo and everything quiet and gentle and beautiful reminds me of you like the tide coming in like the birds calling in the trees like the sstars that glitter in the sky. unbelievably beautiful and precious and worth looking at and being around and so so so unbelievably

if a time ever comes in my life that you are not in i can imagine a dark cloud lingering over me and youonly you could pull it away i love you i love you i love you so much the words themselves can't describe the depths i would go the heights i would climb the things i would do for you. youre as constant as the earth as gentle as a breeze as wonderful as a rainbow in the sky. i cant picture my life without you in it i want to live with you i want to see the world with you i want to cry with you i want to try everything and you to be there with me for me i want to grow old with you and for us to stare at the sunset in our twin rocking chairs and reminisce of the days we were young and free and i want to

i really really love you and i don't know if ive ever loved anyone like this but i want to hold on and never let go.