#canon angel lore?!?!!

[emlan]

Who wants some Black Cat cuteness? This isn't quite shipart, but those two really would be otouto4otouto.

[churrobird]

ohhhhh if all the gods from phils hardcore world are trying to contact him... and the environment changes around the gods message to reflect them (rose's plants, ender king's crystals)

chayanne burnt down the forest where the bird house once was. what if blaze empress' message shows up in the ashes.

[crushedsweets]

They multitask (being evil and cute)

[angeltannis]

Thinking about how in BL1 Tannis says that “she pretty much built Pandora’s ECHOnet system” herself. And therefore, in that game’s lore at least, it’s Tannis’ tech that allowed Angel to reach out and connect with others (for better or worse) . and also in the process kinda doomed her (though Jack certainly would’ve found some other way to turn Angel into a living weapon) . Hh

[reggiestein]

ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh dies. dies. dies. dies. kisses him on the mouth. dies.

[bigboobyhalo]

mouse and BBH are the biggest sinners on the island considering the fact that they're literally (probably) fallen angels. they sinned so hard they got cast out of heaven, who is doing it like them

[oobbbear]

Hehehehhehheehhe i be cooking

[sirdust]

ouagh,,,,,, my BOYS..............

[butwhatifidothis]

Also, a conquering force thats fully refusing to compromise versus people defending themselves and have showed to be open to peaceful communications and compromises is. lol. not a conflict of ideals. Ooooh if only they TALKED this all could have been - well yes except there is only one specific party here that is refusing to talk and I dont think everyone else should be blamed for her being a pig-head, actually.

Especially when Dimitri, once his mind settles, straight up says that it was her methods he had his primary issue with, not her ideals

Note that he asks her what her ideals even are here, at the end of the war itself, meaning that they obviously weren't any motivating factor for him to fight her before because he didn't even know what they were. He just wants to know why she did this shit - that he didn't exactly take to her "I had to kill people, or they would have died!" mentality afterwards has shit all to do with everything before that moment.

And especially especially when Claude even straight up says in the beginning of VW that he agrees with her, but that it was literally specifically her bloody methods that made him stand against her

Ideals are, at the beginning, what Claude and Edelgard literally have no conflict about. And he makes the revelation that Rhea was a positive influence after defeating Edelgard, so his change in opinion about her didn't have anything to do with his beef with Edelgard either. His problem with Edelgard, like Dimitri, was her proclivity to murder innocents. Which, uh, yeah, kind of a bit of a deal-breaker there.

And then you have Edelgard, who explicitly and directly states that she wants to destroy the Church, Kingdom, and Alliance to force Fodlan back under complete Imperial control.

THERE AIN'T SHIT ABOUT IDEALS. BECAUSE EDELGARD DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IDEALS. THAT IS NOT WHY SHE STARTS HER WAR AND SHE MAKES HERSELF SO, SO CLEAR ABOUT IT.

Like, to be clear, I can't stand the game either whenever it does to some degree try to sprinkle that shit in here to make Edelgard easier to take in, but holy shit do Dimitri and Claude make it hilariously obvious that Edelgard's ideals are not the damn issue here. The fandom clinging on to this idea just to make some limp-wristed "they were all bad in some way!!!!!" point is annoying

[crispy-art-on-fire]

I have been playing a lot of sun haven and my god I hate Xyla it's a problem. I need to challenge her to a duel or something to get these feelings out but for now you have this.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Romancing the Hunter

Chapters 1-9

Chapter 10: The Case of the Haunting Kansas City Cop

Dean and Castiel returned from the grocery store having refilled the fridge and gotten the few other items Y/n had requested. Dean prepped for dinner, lasagna, by reheating in the oven.

Castiel found Y/n back in their room on the phone. They smiled at him and signed for him to wait. He sat down at the foot of their bed as Y/n finished up the phone call.

“Again, I am so sorry for you loss and distress at this time. Thank you so much, Ms. Johnson for being honest with me. I will be coming straight there tomorrow afternoon,” they paused. “No, ma’am, I haven’t heard back from my partners yet but I am happy to text you once I do, so you know who to expect. Is that ok?” They smiled and nodded, “Wonderful. I will text you in the morning with my ETA and if I have any co-workers joining me. Not a problem.” Opening their mouth to speak, they paused, closing their mouth, their face stoic which was an uncommon quality for them as they listened to the woman on the phone. “That’s right. All my usual fees are waived with them being a police officer. We do that for all emergency and first responders as well as the military, including retired. Yes, ma’am, you’re most welcome. I completely understand and couldn’t agree more. He was a wonderful and brilliant man. Yes, ma’am. I’ll reach out tomorrow. Thank you again for your time. I will see you tomorrow. Good night.”

They hung up and rolled their eyes. “Asshole cop dies from a heart attack and is scared to move on, probably knows he’s going to Hell and would rather be a problem for their family than do the right thing by moving on.”

Castiel quirked at a brow.

Y/n looked at them, their face softened, “Sorry, Castiel.” They placed their hand on his cheek, “I’ve dealt with these types stupidly too much and they refuse to move on without being forced to.”

“Salt and burn then?” He asked.

“No, no, I never do that. That’s traumatizIng. I cleanse them of the material plane’s effects and do a ritual that takes them where they’re meant to go,” they explained.

The Angel face became stoic as they spoke. He searched through his Heaven’s knowledge to be surprised that a descendant of the Grafungis could still be alive and decided to confirm it, “I wasn’t aware any of the descendants of the ‘Grafungisg’ was still alive.”

Y/n’s body tensed as the word ‘Grafungis’, their mouth slightly open, eyes squinting, and brow furrowed, “The what?”

Castiel tilted his head to the side with his brow furrowed. “What you described is some of the abilities that the Grafungis could do. They were once what some called human reapers. The story goes that my Father had a disagreement with Death and Death refused to work with Him after the disagreement, and so He bestowed a select few bloodlines at the time the ability to reap human souls among other abilities to make human souls more compliant to moving one.”

They frowned and shrugged.

“What happened to them? These bloodlines.”

Castiel frowned, cast down eyes, “Once Death and God reconciled, God sent Angels down to destroy the bloodlines.”

Y/n looked disgusted, “I don’t like your Dad; he’s a selfish asshole. Giving gifts to humans and then killing them when they’re no longer useful? That’s barbarous.” They shuddered and hugged Castiel, “No wonder you stayed here. I’m sorry, Cas.” They bury their face in his shoulder, holding tightly across his chest.

He is taken aback by their action, stiff for a few seconds before returning the hug. He buried his face in their hair, braided intricately, and breathed in their natural musk and their shampoo and conditioner, a light sweet smell of jojoba, honey, and poppies. He pressed a kiss into their hair and murmured, “Thank you.” He took another deep breath and sat there for a few minutes just holding them in a calm silence until Dean interrupted with a knock on the door. He hesitantly said, “Dinner is ready.”

Y/n looked up at him with a smile, “It smells delicious, Love. Thanks.”

“Everything ok?” Cas, you ok?

“Yes,” replied Castiel and turned his head while still holding Y/n. “Just comforting Y/n on the frustrations of a case they have.”

They looked at him with a shy smile and nodded.

“You got a case?” Dean asked, a bit excited. “Come on, let’s eat and you can tell us about it.”

Y/n pulled back and got up then reached out for Castiel’s hand expectantly.

“Nope, you’re mine,” said Dean in a faux petulant tone and grabbing Y/n free hand. “You’ve cuddled with Cas enough. It’s my turn.” Once in the hall, he scooped them up over his shoulder with a surprised squeak that made him chuckle and pat their butt.

“Dean! Dean, put me down.”

“Nope,” he said with a clear pop of ‘p’ and a smile on his full lips.

Y/n knows after all these years that when Dean says that word in that manner, it means no changing his mind.

The Seraph quickly came up behind them, grinning at Dean’s silliness and a bit of jealousy he could feel from his mate, You should let them do what they are comfortable with, Beloved .

I just want to cuddle with them.

Maybe you should just ask? Cas calmly and soothingly suggested to him.

After dinner, he said through their bond.

At this point, Y/n has wrapped their arms around Dean’s abdomen and gone pliant in his hold with their cheek resting on his back, silently waiting to be put down. Dean has kept his left hand on Y/n jean-cladded butt and the other held their thighs together and kept them securely on his shoulder.

“You’re a jerk, Winchester,” Y/n grumbled and poked his side causing him to flinch slightly.

“Stop it,” he grumbled back at them as they walked into the kitchen.

Castiel just shook his head with an upturn of the corners of his lips, knowing that Y/n would get into these moods where they would purposely annoy Dean for days after moving into the bunker with them. They wouldn’t stop until Dean would either yell at them to stop which causd then to pout and Dean would apologize for yelling; start a prank battle which Dean almost always won; or he would challenge them to some duel as part of so-called training. Y/n being a very touch-oriented person who loved sparring with Dean and him, especially when it was full body contact, always enjoyed the training challenges Dean would do.

The Angel would stay out of this silly teasing, claiming neutral party until they sorted it out themselves. It was always entertaining to watch and it almost always ended with Y/n coming into their room in the middle of the night to cuddle for whatever reason, not that they truly needed one, but Y/n and Dean would always stop once Dean found them in Cas and his with them. The look Dean gets in his eyes, such a soft adoration for them always made the Angel long for them all to be together, fully bonded which was something that takes time to get to especially for humans; hunters it seems even longer if Dean is anything to go by. He just hoped that Y/n would accept the truth without much convincing. Dean has informed him of his worries saying they haven’t had much experience with Angels which might be a drawback if they give them to the talk too soon. Castiel now thinks that Y/n may be more accepting with the diversity of the human souls that they have had to deal with, even the difficult ones, that they could be more accepting than Dean was at the beginning.

Babe , Dean sent through their bond offended. That hurt but you might be right. Maybe we see after this vase of theirs? If you still believe they can handle it this soon, then I won’t stop you.

Good idea , Castiel replied. Thank you for your faith, Dean .

Always.

Continue to read on ao3

[soup-scope]

Imp!Babe: I love you.

Imp!Asher: It’ll pass.

[pastel-rights]

The mafia bosses and their underlings are finally completed 🐠 🃏

( Angel (left) uses she/her and Rabuka (right) uses he/him )

[klein-sodor-bahn]

Percy Gresley - Stanier (Avonside)

Teased him Charlie and Henry’s bios but here he is. Percy as a tiny 6 year old boy. And now I’ll tell ya about how he found his new family.

Percy came to the orphanage at 3 years old. His parents were unable to care for him properly although the real reason is unknown. He was a lonely boy in the orphanage playing alone with his wooden trains. He also watches a certain talking trains show. The other children despite how nice he was found him way too strange and some were terrified of his outbursts when he realized something was wrong with his stuff.

When Henry and Charlie entered the play room were all the kids play together the little redhead caught Henry’s eye. He was playing with his favorite engine a little green tank engine. Henry sat down beside him and watched how the little boy pushed the train along the loop. Henry asked him what’s the name of the little engine. Percy with big eyes replies: Percy, just like me! “And what is Percy currently doing?”, Henry asked. “Pulling some trucks!” “He should be careful with those troublesome trucks”, chuckled Henry. “You know Thomas?!”, Percy was flabbergasted. “My mum read it to me when I was sick”, smiled Henry, “I have to go now Percy.” “Mister!” “Yes?” “What’s your name?” “Henry”

After this encounter Henry and Charlie knew Percy was the right one. They traveled to Henry’s parents and got Henry’s old toys and books. His parents had kept everything. The duo painted and decorated the room within a week. And on a Sunday they traveled to the orphanage. Percy was again playing alone with his wooden Percy toy. Henry sat down again like last time and Charlie on the other side. Henry gets out a rather worn down green tender engine and places it on the track. “Hullo, Percy”, he began. The little boy froze. “Don’t be scared Percy. Would you like to come home?” With a shaky voice the little boy answers,” I..I would love to, Henry” Percy lets go of the toy and falls into Henry’s arms. “I…thank you, dad” Charlie meanwhile picked up the engines and rails and put them in a bag. “Percy dear we need to get your clothes”, she says, “can you show me your room so I can do it for you?” “Yes mum!”, with that he jumps up and runs towards the door. “Hurry mum we don’t wanna cause confusion and delay!” “I’m coming, Percy”, Charlie laughs.

Percy loved his new room and all of Henry’s cats. After a bit of suspicion they all regularly come to Percy for cuddles. And every night Henry or Charlie read a story about talking engines that live on an island near England. Donald and Douglas were at first jealous of the little dude, but when they learned that he loved playing pretend and hide and seek they adored him. Especially when he visits them at their heritage railway. They love to give him footplate rides. One thing Henry and Charlie learn is that Percy is afraid of bodies of water he can’t see the bottom of. So teaching him how to swim in the nearby lake was a tough challenge. And was made even tougher after Thomas had pushed Percy into that very same lake.

Percy and Thomas are like frienenmies. Thomas loves to bully Percy who regularly claps back and calls him out for his bad manner. Which offends Thomas who has a very high opinion of himself. Percy loves his new parents to pieces. He’s a sweet little angel although he’s accident prone so Charlie has to patch him up a lot. But that doesn’t stop him from exploring nature with his dad and occasionally visiting his mum at work in the local pub to the delight of the customers.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

@what-if-i-just-did mentioned this and now I can't get it out of my head...

CHAOS DUO CHAOS DUO CHAOS DUO

adopted/half-siblings but AT WHAT COST TO THE REST OF US/hj

[infiniteoreos]

me and the boys at the local ihop last friday