#i love the idea of angels being tied to information in some way

[yayll]

Hi!! It’s my first time requesting something so I dont know how that works.. um I was thinking of some mission like some kind of ball that dazai and y/n has to go and y/n has to seduce someone to get information out of them. You know those masquerade balls? Yeah I think that really goood!! And dazai gets sooooooooo jealous and after she got the information dazai kiss her infront of that person to show him that she’s his😭😭😭😭😭😭omg

HIII angel sorry this took me a while, but i hope you like it :') i tweaked your idea a lil and fingers crossed this is what you so graciously asked for. i tried to put my best jealous goofy ass dazai in there along with the absolute MUSH his brain turns into when he has you to himself mixed with a lil........ fucked in the headness. i love requests! this was soooo fun to write i love youuuuuu <3

~ a little something about Dazai and his uncharacteristic jealousy ~

"Osamu, come on... You're my only sweetheart, you know that."

You call out half sweetly and half out of breath as you follow him down the hallway of the lavish event you were currently attending, dressed to the nines and trying to remain undercover. You were coming to realize why people didn't date within the workplace as he walked ahead, grumbling to himself. He's trying to remain unfazed, pretending to still be upset as he shrugs with his back turned to you.

"Hmph. I dunno, I don't feel like I'm your 'sweet' anything..."

This causes you to roll your eyes affectionately and pick up the pace, placing a hand on the back of his shoulder to finally stop him in his tracks. You flash him a sincere smile, and speak softly.

"I'm really sorry you had to see that. I didn't know that asshole was going to kiss me after he let me go. I also didn't think you'd ever get jealous..."

You say that last part with a more playful tone, treading dangerous waters of your unpredictable lover's emotions. As expected, he sighs dramatically, casting you a look of disgust.

"Ugh, of course I'm not... That's honestly sooo lame and pathetic. I can entertain jealousy as much as I can entertain one of Kunikida's little speeches on morals, or whatever."

"You mean his 'ideals'?"

You chide, stifling a laugh. He glares at you, his eyes narrowing as he scans you for a moment.

He can't find a single flaw on that precious face, not a single stray hair or stain on your exquisite outfit. He should change that by the end of the night.

"... You're always so negative, correcting me and whatnot. Isn't it tiring being so irritatingly superior in every way?"

This one gets a laugh out of you, You can tell he's slowly lightening up his mood by the way you both begin walking side by side once again.

"Yeah well, if it weren't for that little kiss earlier, we'd both still be all tied up in the wine cellar of this wonderful party."

He flashes you a pout, and shrugs dismissively.

"And here I thought you of all people would like the idea of being tied up with me. Hmph, wrong partner, I suppose."

Now he was starting to pick back at you, though it was cute. Jealousy looked cute on him, it was something you didn't think he was capable of. It was a pity it had to be during a mission where your main asset was your seduction skills and his was mental instability. You hated every second of it, but you also wanted to make sure you both made it out with the secret intel alive.

You make your way into the grand ballroom, the gala is in full swing, and your eyes dart around to find a proper escape route. Just as you see an exit, a handsome and well dressed young man blocks your view, sticking his hand out.

"Hi. You're gorgeous. Care for a dance?"

You stare down at his hand and then back up at the stranger, your face flushing as you're caught off guard.

"Me? No, no I-"

Dazai immediately interjects, sloppily holding a glass of champagne that somehow manifested in his hand and pretends to be drunk. He loved his theatrics, especially when he was desperate.

He bumps harshly into the young man's shoulder, the alcohol sloshing out of the cup as he slurs, but not before he flashes you a wink to tell you to play along.

"Sooo sorry, pardon me. This indeed beautiful angel is quite busy you see... Taking care of me that is. Ooh, I'm a wreck! I'm nothing but a sad and lonely dog.. In this sad and lonely world-"

The man looks at Dazai skeptically, and huffs into a chuckle. He shoves him away, and turns his attention back to you. Your eyes dart nervously between the two, wondering what Dazai will do next.

"Shut it, clown.. Anyway, I think this further proves you should be in the company of a gentleman like me tonight rather than this wet mop-"

The sound of a champagne flute soaring through the air and connecting to the man's skull is suddenly heard, interrupting him and sending him falling to the ground along with broken glass and liquid everywhere. In one swift motion, Dazai is at your side with a premature victorious smirk, but before you can both be on your way, the man regains his posture and spins him around, punching him square in the face. Dazai's not scrawny or weak, but he isn't the most skilled fighter, relying mostly on his special ability and intelligence to get him out of things.

You gasp, instinctively grabbing Dazai by the collar of his suit and dragging him away to get lost in the crowd of concerned people. You finally make it outside and you both collapse onto the soft grass just outside the venue. It's decorated with all kinds of flowers and fragrant rose bushes, it almost looks like you're at the garden of Versailles. You look over at Dazai, his nose bleeding all over the place, but he looks completely unbothered by it. As you reach over to touch the bridge of his nose, he grabs your wrist and holds it away gently. He waves a finger at you.

"No touchy, I've got it."

He does not, in fact, got it. He looks around until he plucks a rose petal and uses it to wipe his nostrils. You frown, getting all up in his space within an instant.

"What on earth are you doing, Osamu? Let me help, you goofball. Your nose is a mess thanks to that stunt you pulled."

You tear off a bit of fabric from your outfit and dab his skin tenderly, holding his head on your lap now. You can see some blood has trailed down his neck, staining the bandages there along with the collar of his crisp white dress shirt you picked out for him this morning. Dazai perks up, his voice slightly strained but full of lightheartedness.

"How does it feel to work with the agency's most tactical and covert operative? Eh?~"

You bite back a smile, and shake your head. You murmur.

"Feels like he's asking for a death wish a little more than usual."

Your lips soon become a thin line, realizing your statement hurts a little more in the context of the situation than it usually would. He notices your mood shift as his eyes flicker from your concerned eyes down to your lips and back up again. He knows it hurts you when he's like this, reckless and acting out on the impulses of his own plans. He wants to sit up and close the gap between you, kiss you until you drop down those brave walls you're putting up for the sake of the mission. For the sake of your feelings for him. He knows he's careless with it all.

He hums, eyes trained on you as if burning the image of your heavenly self into his mind, where you always deserve to be. In the distance, a bulky sketchy looking man runs out of the venue frantically, looking around wildly and you both get the impression it's the guy from the cellar earlier who kissed you in exchange for your freedom.

Shit! You could have sworn you knocked him out cold. Dazai sits up from your lap and you two scoot more into the bush, trying to hide from him as he makes a call. You mutter under your breath, turning to Dazai as you begin to type something out on your communicator.

"Now's the perfect time to let the others know we're ready for extraction."

He's already looking at you, or gazing admiringly more like. He knows he can fuck up everything, pay any consequence, but the thing he needs to get right for the selfishness of his wretched little heart is you. He scoots a bit closer, hearing the sounds of both your shallow breaths harmonizing. He mutters, softly.

"It would also be the perfect time for you to kiss my face better. You know, for my wellness and all that. Besides, that guy wasn't very nice to us earlier and we need to get rid of any traces of him from those lips. Yuck."

You roll your eyes yet again, despite the fluttering that won't let your stomach rest.

"Who cares about that, we have a case to close first."

He smirks, voice dropping low and provocative.

"I care."

He leans in even further, practically caging you with both arms on either side of you. He can feel your breathing become more erratic, his own filled with a pathetic sense of need he always has when he's with you. Dazai's hand reaches out and grabs your chin, turning it up slightly to face him, making sure you drop this silly act once and for all. His voice comes out gentle, firm.

"I need you to physically push me away, or I swear I'm going to kiss you right now, cutie."

Your eyes widen as you let a shaky breath escape your plush lips, murmuring in return.

"I'll.. punch you in the nose again, you know..."

His hand moves from your chin to the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he takes another breath, his body aching to be as close to yours as possible. His eyes are fixed on you, tearing you apart right then and there, but not before putting you back together so nicely. In that moment, he knows you don't mean that, and he knows he can't resist anymore.

He then whispers with a finality, the anticipation torturing him like you do on a daily basis.

"I don't think I'm going to listen to that..."

You break into a faint smile as you perceive him back.

"You've still got a little blood on your-"

Without another word, Dazai closes the remaining distance between you and him, kissing you with fervor as his soft whines reverberate against your lips. You taste sweetness and then... metallic as your lips mesh together for a heavenly moment. He feels alive, this was what he needed, the soothing balm for his soul and any other wound only you could provide. He's like a vampire, a parasite leeching off of your very essence so he could be himself around you. Cowardly burrowing into the safety of your heart. You squirm just a tad, your fingers carding through his brown hair as you try to keep up. He pulls back after his nose can't push more air through and keeps his lips hovering over yours, feeling the heat from your mouth mingle with his as he sees your lips stained red with his blood. Just as he's going to comment on how disgustingly erotic it is to see you like that, he pushes away the indecent thoughts, using the bandage on his wrist to wipe your mouth instead.

"Okay, I'll be good for now. You can call for extraction.~"

It was a dumb thing to do and could be seen as him being territorial or jealous, but the reality of it was that it was the natural order of things when it came to the way he processed his affections. Someone gets in between the two of you in any way?

An uglier and more dangerous past version of himself would have called for an immediate execution, there was a reason he held the titles that he did. He did his very best to keep that mentality at bay, rebuking it every time he felt a dark urge that he felt needed to be dealt with, mostly for your sake and for the sake of the promise he made to a friend once. Though he can't lie and say that's not who he is anymore, he can always find a better way to get his point across... even if a wishful bullet to the head comes out in the form of a kiss on your precious lips. He'll try for you. He'll wear the fastidious label proudly and be Dazai, a jealous man.

[melynnwater]

I found an angel at the bottom of a Pepsi can

it stared up at me and Delicious and Refreshing divine beauty poured out

light dripping into my cup, overflowing onto my lap, onto my floor

light begets darkness

the stain of light cracks open

the darkest shadow with A Taste You Just Can't Beat!

the brand was gone from my Soda can.

an angel feeds on information. thrives on recognition.

the light soaks back into the tiny beast, No Mess Left Behind.

It's Like It Wasn't Even There!

[ellecdc]

HIII, I wanted to know if I could request a poly marauders x festy slytherin reader.Something of how they started or whatever you have inspiration for.I would love another part of that, if you feel up to it. Hope you are taking care of yourself <3

feisty/slytherin reader x poly!marauders is actually my favourite thing to write (followed closely by any ship with whimsical reader) so I was more than happy to whip this up for you! Thanks for requesting! 🫶

poly!marauders x feisty, fem, Slytherin!reader

p1 // p2 // p3

CW: werewolf prejudice, making fun of possible birth defects due to Pureblood's being terribly inbred, swearing

Remus felt that generally, he was a very understanding person. And not just in a compassionate way, but also in a sense that he just understands a lot of things.

He understands Sirius’ need to defy his family whilst simultaneously looking after his brother as if his life depended on it.

He understands James’ need to make sure everyone around him feels as loved as humanly possible, even if it’s at his own expense. 

He understands that Gryffindor’s hate Slytherin’s, but he also understands that not all Slytherin’s are horrible, prejudiced racists.

He understands everyone makes fun of Hufflepuffs for being soft and emotional, but he also understands that Hufflepuffs can be some of the most heartless, ruthless friends you can have.

What Remus has had a hard time understanding, however, was his boyfriends’ sudden interest in you.

Remus could admit that you were quite attractive, but you were also sort of…terrifying?

“What have you boys done?” Lily murmured in quiet horror (quiet awe if you asked James).

“We pranked Slytherin!” Sirius said jovially, as if Lily had somehow missed that key piece of information. 

“I can see that, Sirius.” She said like one might speak to a small child who was quite dumb. “But on portrait day?”

Sirius smiled smugly as he watched Slytherin’s enter the Great Hall for their school portraits. As they passed through the door, they were unknowingly walking under a charmed mistletoe (which was very difficult to find this time of year, thanks James very much) which turned their green and silver robes and ties to a beautiful red and gold. 

The best part is some students still hadn’t noticed yet, and another amazing part was that those who had noticed couldn’t figure out how to turn it back.

“Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, Mr. Pettigrew, and Mr. Lupin. I suppose the four of you have no idea who may be behind this prank?” Professor McGonagall challenged as she looked down her nose at them sitting at the Gryffindor table.

Sirius smirked as he responded “Why, not a clue Minnie. But I’ll keep my eye out and let you know if I see any mischief makers.”

McGonagall let out a long suffering sigh as she took five points from Gryffindor for improper address of a professor. 

“You rotten dugbogs.” Remus heard you screech before he saw you. He had the good sense to cringe as you stormed up to their table whilst Sirius and James grinned enthusiastically. 

“Why hello Y/N, my beautiful angel.” James greeted as Sirius let out a sultry “Don’t you just look smashing in red.” Accompanied by a wink.

“I don’t know what you sods have done, and quite frankly, I don’t care about the rest of them; but you will fix this.” You spat angrily gesturing to your faux Gryffindor uniform.

“But that would be such a crime, dollface.” Sirius lamented.

“You can’t expect us to mess with perfection.” James added.

You shot your hand out and grabbed James’ collar, pulling his face to yours until your noses were nearly touching. 

“I swear to Salazar himself, Potter, if you do not change my robes back, I will cut your dick off and charm it to your forehead so you walk around looking like a limp-dick unicorn. Change. It. Back.”

Your voice was low and threatening, and Peter actually gulped as he hid behind Remus. But looking at James’ face pressed up to yours, you would have thought you had just serenaded him with the greatest love song known to man.

“You have such beautiful eyes.” He murmured in awe. Remus was certain he could see steam forming behind said beautiful eyes, but before it could shoot out of your ears, Sirius came to your rescue.

“Very right, Prongs. She does have beautiful eyes. Unfortunately, I believe her usual green does compliment them better than the red.” Sirius said lasciviously as he cast the counter charm to return your robes to their rightful colour.

You looked down at your form before looking back at the boys skeptically. You seemed only then to realize you were still holding onto James’ collar like a vice and dropped it. Remus almost chuckled at the look of loss that crossed James’ face.

“Right.” You said and cleared your throat, backing away from them as if you weren't fully trusting what just happened. “Thank you.”

Sirius’ head actually reared back in surprise at your thanks and James beamed.

“Anytime angel, truly.” 

James’ pet name seemed to snap you out of whatever trance you’d been in as you narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t call me that.”

“Terribly sorry, my love.” He relented.

You groaned in exasperation and carried on towards the Slytherin table.

“Isn’t she lovely?” James whispered in awe, eyes still glued to your form as you bodily shoved Evan Rosier out of what Remus could only assume you had dubbed as your seat at the Slytherin table and sat down. 

“Try bloody terrifying.” Peter shivered in horror as he finally extricated himself from behind Remus. 

“Oi! Don’t talk about our future missus that way, Wormy.” Sirius squawked and swatted at the poor sod with his copy of the Daily Prophet.

“Is he wrong, though?” Remus asked as he let out his own breath of relief.

“Don ‘t worry moons,” James murmured into Remus’ cheek as he pressed his nose into the werewolf’s hair line. “She’ll win you over soon.”

Remus wasn’t so sure.

You were the only Slytherin photographed in proper uniform that day. 

A few weeks later found Remus sitting horrifyingly uncomfortable in Defense Against the Dark Arts as they moved on to the unit featuring Werewolves.

James sat on his right, and though the shaking of his knee under the table gave away his nerves, he spent the entire class rubbing soothing circles along the back of Remus’ hand with his thumb.

Sirius, sitting on Remus’ left, was incredibly stiff and clearly poised to fight if given the chance which did nothing to ease Remus’ discomfort. It also didn’t help that they shared this period with the 6th and 7th year Slytherin’s.

He just wanted this day to be over.

“Why are we even talking about this?” Mulciber sneered, interrupting the professor as they discussed elements of the Wolfsbane potion. 

“What is your question, Mr. Mulciber?” The professor drawled out in a bored tone.

“Why bother discussing werewolves? The lot of them should be culled anyway; euthanize them on site for all I care.” He spat, earning snickers from Avery, Goyle, and Snape. 

Sirius sucked in a breath in preparation of a verbal (and possibly physical, should he be so lucky) spar when Remus dug his nails into Sirius’ thigh. “Please, Pads.” He begged quietly; voice taught with emotions.

Sirius let out a pained sigh and leaned back further into his chair.

“Funny, Mulciber.” A bored tone commented, “I was just thinking the same about you and your lot.”

Remus, James, and Sirius all turned to see the majority of the eyes in the room already on you, though you never bothered lifting your head from your textbook.

“Care to repeat that, L/N?” Mulciber sneered, sitting up in his chair as if ready to lunge at you if necessary.

You lifted your bored gaze from your book and stared at him head on. “Do I need to repeat myself, Mulciber? Mummy and daddy kept it too close in the family tree, huh?” You murmured in faux sympathy. “I was just thinking, most of the Sacred Twenty-Eight ought to be culled. That would save the wizarding world a whole lot of trouble.”

“How dare you compare me to some filthy half-breed. My family is royalty compared to those disgusting creatures.” Avery shouted.

“The only one acting like a disgusting creature here is the likes of you tossers.” You shouted back.

“Alright.” The professor tried (not very hard, albeit) to quell the quickly spiralling discussion.

“I could hardly look at myself in a mirror if I’d been tainted with a curse like lycanthropy.” Snape sneered, pointedly facing the Marauders across the room. Sirius burned with shame and protectiveness, being the reason Snape knew Remus’ secret and the overwhelming need to defend his lover. Remus took that moment to dig his nails into Sirius' thigh again, pinning him to his seat.

“Are you sure, Snape? Are you sure you wouldn’t rather live a life with lycanthropy than have to look at that mug of yours in the mirror every day.” You drawled.

“You insolent little bitch.”

“Hey!” James finally shouted from across the room, far more stern than Remus can ever remember seeing the boy. But you carried on, completely undeterred. 

“I’d bet ten thousand galleons that not one werewolf ever asked to be a werewolf, yet you wake up each and every morning actively choosing to be the ugliest, most hateful, vile, disgusting beasts known to mankind. That is what is despicable. That is what should be euthanized on site.” Your voice grew louder and louder with each word until you were standing behind your desk and punctuating each word with a slam of your fist against the table in front of you. 

“Alright, that’s enough.” The professor finally called; tone booming across the lecture hall intoning no nonsense. 

“Mr. Mulciber, Mr. Snape, and Miss. L/N. Detention with me this evening.”

The Slytherin boys all scoffed and cursed under their breath whilst you offered a bored shrug of your shoulders, returning to your textbook as though this was just a run of the mill day for you.

The boys had been absolutely right; you just won over the affections of one Remus John Lupin.  

[asha-mage]

WoT Meta: Prophecies, Fated Lovers, and Robert Jordan's knack for finding the nuance underneath the myth

One complaint I've never understood about the way Jordan writes romances is the persistent claim that he over uses the 'prophesied love' trope.

In part for me, I think it's a little bit folks not seeing the forest for the trees. WoT is fundamentally about the relationship between myth and reality: the place where the fallen angel meets the disgruntled academic, the bitter accountant, and the man who never got over being too short. It's a story where the messiah is real and dealing with chronic pain and PTSD from his stigmata. Where a legendary High Queen has to deal with both marching armies to the apocalypse, and the irritating banal realities of being pregnant at the same time. Of course Jordan digs into the idea of prophesied love- it's a huge theme in folklore and mythologies the world over. Jordan wants to dig into what it really means for there to be a person out there that you are destined to be with: that is a match for you, decreed so by the universe itself....and that you get absolutely no agency and choice in choosing. If anything Tumblr, which adores the 'red string of fate'/'soulmark'/'soulmates share pain'/'world is black until you look into your soulmates eyes' (to name a few of the more prevalent ones- some of which Tumblr practically invented), should be super on board for the parade of fated lovers to be found in WoT. It's nothing short of baffling to me that their not more fondly viewed.

And I think that is tied to the follow up complaint: the criticism that Jordan 'uses prophecy love as a replacement for a romance arc'. But that is something that is just. Patently untrue.

Cause the thing is that is how soulmates are often used...in the majority of soulmate au fanfics you find here and on AO3- an excuse to get the really hard part (two characters realizing they are right for each other and love each other, then having the communication skills to articulate that so they can start a relationship) out of the way, so the author can focus on the fluff or angst or other part they and the audience want to get to. And that's fine! But that's not at all what Jordan does. Just like he does with the Prophecies of the Dragon, or Elaida's fortellings, or even just most of Min's viewings- Jordan takes the idea of the prophecy soulmate, this person decreed by some higher power to be Perfect For You and being right about it, and digs deeper, shining it in different lights and attacking it from different angles. Jordan gives the concept of the soulmate teeth, explores the spines and the sharp points of it: is it real love if it's fated and not your choice? Can you trust your own feelings, or are they fate's design working against you as surely as Aphrodite worked against Helen or Eros against Apollo? What is it like, to see someone one day, and know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you would love this stranger? This question mark? This wildcard?

Rand's relationships with Min and Aviendha, as well as Mat and Tuon's courtship are great examples of this conundrum. Min and Aviendha have completely opposite reactions to the same information that demonstrates their unique strengths and weaknesses as characters and people, while Tuon and Mat's courtship is all about two people who know they will marry trying to figure out what that means, without ever confronting the reality of those prophecies directly.

Min, as befits a Seer who has learned time and time again that her viewings can not be changed, has resigned herself in an almost fatalistic fashion to all of them, and to loving Rand no less. Min knows that she, and two others, will love him, and she accepts its inevitability the same way she accepts Colavere's death, or Logain's glory, or the shattering of the White Tower. What is, is, and there is no sense or point in struggling against it. What concerns her a great deal more is what she doesn't know- she doesn't know if Rand will love her in return, she doesn't know the identity of the other two women who will love him, and she doesn't know if he will fall in love with one or both of the others but not her. Add to that Min's own insecurities about how she stands out and doesn't fit what her society deems 'proper', between her crossdressing, and her offputting manners, and it makes perfect sense that she's worried about making Rand love her. She doesn't mind sharing him- she hates the idea of being in love with a man who doesn't love her in return, of being stuck like 'Elmindreda' of the stories, sighing and pining endlessly for a man instead of being able to act, to take control of her own fate. 

So she takes control: she learns to flirt from Leane, works hard at making herself desirable, and also indispensable: with her visions, her advice, even just her emotional support to Rand when he otherwise has no one else. The irony is that whenever Rand thinks of Min prior to her return to his side in LoC, it's about how much he liked her earthy honesty and lack of wiles: how she was earnest and made him feel at ease, and didn't 'spin his head like a top'- and that's still what he loves about her after they get together: the fact that she isn't fooled by his front, that she sees him clearly and refuses to be driven away the way so many others are so easily. The point is that Min never had to change, and in the ways that matter she didn't- she only thought she did because of her own fatalism.

Contrast that with Aviendha, who, after learning about being destined to fall in love with Rand, does everything in her power to prevent that outcome- because she is a warrior, a soldier, who has never yet met a problem that could not be killed, endured, or retreated from. Aviendha values nothing so much as her honor and her word- she has promised to keep Rand safe for Elayne and what greater act of dishonor could there be in that situation then not just failing in that promise, but despoiling (and she does view it that way) said man herself? So she is awful to him in the hopes of poisoning the well of affection or at least keeping him far enough away that she is never tempted. Aviendha hurls contempt and anger at him, berates him, does everything short of trying to stab him in an effort to make him hate her, and it doesn't work. Despite all her efforts to keep her thorny wall up, they are literally made for each other and can not help but be drawn together time and again. Despite all her efforts to insist, to him and herself, that she hates him, she can not hide entirely that the opposite is true: that she likes him, sees his strength and courage and resilience, and is a little in awe of his generous kindness. 

This is why she vacillates wildly between wanting desperately to get away from him in The Fires of Heaven, to not wanting to leave his side: they are two planets caught in each other's gravity, with about as much chance of escaping each other. When she resorts to the last recourse of a soldier- retreat- and runs headlong into a blizzard that would surely kill her, Rand follows to try and save her life and she can deny the truth that she loves him no longer, nor can she resist taking him, even knowing that to redress that balance, she will one day have to offer her life to Elayne (as she attempts to do in LoC)- though fate still has other plans in store.

But in many ways the apex of this, the relationship that really shows Jordan's deconstruction of this trope, is Mat and Tuon. Before they ever lay eyes on each other, each is given a prophecy that they will marry the other: not that they'll love each other, not that they will be able to trust each other, not even that that will like each other: just that they will marry. And their strange courtship is a result of this knowledge, as each attempts to suss out the other, to try and understand them without ever overplaying their own hand. Each believes that the moment they admit their prophecy they will destroy any chance of real connection or understanding.

To Tuon, if Mat learns he is destined to wed her he gains something she can not abide: power over her, leverage that could be used to subvert her own plans and visions- because nothing matters more to Tuon than control, especially over herself. So she keeps her 'fortune' secret and tries to figure out: What will it mean to be married to Mat? Will he be a pretty trophy? A liability? A threat to her Empire? Will she have to kill him once she gets her heirs?

To Mat, if Tuon learns of his prophecy, she gains the power to take away his freedom, to snare and collar him and bind him to her, because that's how Mat deep down views marriage: as a binding cord, a loss of freedom, and nothing matters to Mat more than freedom. So he keeps his *Finn gained knowledge secret and tries to figure out: What will it mean to be collared by Tuon? Will she she treat him as a pretty and plaything the way Tylin did? Will she try to use him against Rand and the Westlands? Will she make him a slave and sent him to be beaten anytime he disobeys her? Will he have no choice but to fight her one day, this woman he is going to swear to spend his life with? Will he have to kill her the way he did Melindhra, and carry that guilt of mariticide on top of all else?

So the two stay in their strange limbo, because as long as they don't admit it out loud to the other, they can pretend they are still two people forced together by happenstance, and (each thinks) they can continue to try and understand and figure out the other, to find out where this inevitability of their marriage will really leave them, and if there can be even the faintest possibility of love in such circumstances. And that limbo- that protracted refusal to act as if they are under fate's direction- is what allows them to build a genuine bond of trust and respect for each other, and to start seeing the other person with the clarity that love requires. All this, so that when Tuon finally does play her hand, and reveal the truth....it's obvious they've long since fallen in love with each other (even though Tuon won't admit that to herself), and come to trust each other (even though Mat won't admit that to himself).

And the thing is- all of Jordan’s prophecy romances are written like this: from Egwene seeing that loving Gawyn might be both their downfalls in LoC and seeking him out anyways, to Perrin misinterpreting the 'falcon and hawk' viewing and thinking Faile is a danger to him when she's the love of his life, to Galad and Berelain not even being AWARE they’re fated to fall in love and just....do, at wild first sight (Another classic folklore/mythology trope). They also never find out:  always remaining unaware that the Pattern had long since decreed that they would be together and being incredibly funny/annoying about it. The prophesied love is an example of classic Jordan: taking a common, maybe even ubiquitous premise, and asking those complicating questions that allow him to write it as something much more nuanced and interesting and fascinating. And he gets no credit for it, send tumble.

[midnight-xx]

𝙀𝙡𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣

Pairing: Leon x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Long ago, the king of a fallen nation tied his soul to an angel, out of love. The two meet in each life, the angel never able to escape the king.

CW: Religious themes (angels, devil, God/Arceus, reincarnation/rebirth), obsession, stalking, possessiveness, murder, blood sacrifice (reader’s blood)

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In a fallen kingdom, Arceus sent an angel to spread its word. The angel descended from the heavens into the kingdom, taking all by surprise. The kingdom’s citizens fell in love with the beautiful angel, but the king took a special liking.

The angel’s lengthy strides echoed in the empty halls of the castle, making their way to the throne room. They stopped in front of the wooden doors and took a breath. The guards standing by opened the doors, allowing the holy being into the area. The king turned to the angel.

“Ah, welcome. I heard of your arrival from my citizens,” said the king. He invited the angel to look out over the kingdom with him from the grand window.

“Yes, I have been sent to spread the word of my lord Arceus,” the angle replied curtly.

“Tell me, what does the all-knowing Arceus want his angels to inform us humans of?” The king asked.

“Arceus sent me to tell you of the Pokémon poaching industry. Many of Arceus’s carefully crafted species are bordering extinction,” informed the angel.

The king frowned. “I will attend to this matter. For now, why don’t you stay for a few days?”

“Thank you for the hospitality, but I must refuse,” the angel denied.

“Just for a week? The children seem to adore you,” the king pleaded. Not as much as me, he thought.

The angel, unknowing of the king’s true intentions, agreed to remain in the kingdom for one week.

As the angel’s presence was extended, the king’s desire grew. Eventually, the desire consumed the king entirely, turning him into a being of greed and wrath.

On the second day, the king had agreed to give the angel a tour of the town. As the pair walked through the streets, more and more eyes ogled at the divine being. The king’s judgement became clouded with rage and jealousy, but he finally snapped when some insolent peasant dared to lay his hands on his angel. HIS angel.

At the castle, the king escorted the angel to where they would be staying, then left to deal with the pest. He had the peasant beheaded in the town square as a warning for the other citizens. His smile only grew from his subjects’ fright.

The night before the angel was to leave, the king took them from their sleep. He locked them in his chambers and clipped their wings, severing all ties with Arceus and turning them mortal. He turned to the Devil, making a deal to bind his and his beloved’s souls so they would find each other in every life. In return, it took a simple sacrifice of some of the angel’s blood. The king didn’t like the idea of hurting his darling, but he took some of their blood in a bowl and gave it to the Devil. The king and angel lived the rest of their lives together, as the kingdom fell to ash and dust.

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Leon woke up in a cold sweat, pushing his purple hair back with one hand. He turned to look at his partner, who was asleep on the pillow next to him.

He remembered. He remembered everything. Just like his past self has been assured, he found his darling in every life. And now, he wouldn’t let go.

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Note: I know the turning mortal thing doesn’t make sense, but bear with me here

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ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ

[scoobydoodean]

There are a lot of posts about how to “fix” Sam and Dean's relationship that entirely focus on how Dean needs to change how he relates to Sam. Dean needs to stop conflating parenthood and being a brother in his relationship with Sam and just be his brother, and then boom. The relationship is fixed. This framing misses an incredibly crucial detail:

Dean is not the only one who perpetuates Dean's parentification.

Sam and even the larger narrative also participates in conflating Dean's roles and parentifying him, and Dean can rebel against his own parentification all he wants, but as long as others continue to demand he fill these roles, he will be guilted back into the cycle.

I think there is a tendency to see Dean as constantly seeing himself in the parenting role. I think Dean normally just sees himself as Sam's brother actually. He shoves himself into the parenting role when Sam is facing potential harm. It triggers that instinct to care for and protect his brother in a way that feels more parental than brotherly, and might also be overbearing, partly because those instincts and moving into that state of mind was a state informed by and originating from childhood necessity and abuse and the guilt and blame that would be applied to Dean (like John's co-parent) if Sam was harmed. Simultaneously, and crucially however, Dean can also be seen rebelling against the notion that he should have to parent Sam at key points.

There are multiple points where Dean is implicitly or even explicitly guilted and/or shamed into taking on the parenting role in Sam's life (or someone else's life), or is shamed for setting boundaries. In fact, fandom also loves to criticize Dean for not embracing a parenting role then turn around and criticize him for being in one, but they get the idea from the actual show. Take for example 4.22, where Bobby's response to Dean saying he doesn't want to see Sam anymore and is done with him, is to tell Dean to be a better parent to Sam (his 26 year old brother) than John was. "The End" is another example of an episode very crucially tied to the idea that Dean is not allowed to set boundaries, that he has to be there for Sam, being his guardian and supporting him, or else the world will quite literally burn.

That's the narrative and other characters, then there's Sam:

When things are going well in Sam's life, Dean is Sam's brother. When Sam's decisions have backfired, or Sam feels bad about himself, he often shifts Dean into the role of a parent so that he has a figure he can project responsibility for his actions onto or who he can accuse of thought crimes (Sam is going to fail, Sam can't be trusted, Sam is a freak) that come off like a child terrified that they're a disappointment to their parents. As an example of Sam shifting Dean into the parenting role to project responsibility for his own actions, take "Fallen Idols", where Sam shifts some of the blame for him going off with Ruby and drinking demon blood onto Dean (a person who was dead when Sam began doing those things) being bossy. If you go back and actually watch what happens in season 4 honestly (I might point you especially to "Criss Angel Is A Douchebag", but there are multiple things here) Sam was motivated by a desperation to secure his future and Dean's, by the belief that only he could save them and the world and get revenge on Lilith, that he needed to toughen up and be the strong one doing what's necessary, and that he had to do it all on his own in secrecy because Dean was weak. However, Sam begins experiencing consequences from the demon blood arc in 5.01, in the form of Dean saying that he is hurt, and asking for space and time that Sam isn't actually willing to afford him, as shown by the jump from

"I will earn your trust back" in 5.01 ->

Shoving Dean into a wall in 5.02 for not trusting him, which is explicitly stated to be a projection of Sam's own inability to trust himself at the end of the episode and is very clear regardless from Sam's temptation to drink blood (that isn't even actually demon blood!) inside the convenience store ->

"Actually you're part of the reason this happened in the first place" in 5.05

Dean can rebel against the parentification dynamic or he can embrace it, and either way, he'll be the bad guy in the narrative who is either 1) not feeding Sam enough fatherly love and pride thus signaling his destruction and causing him pain, or 2) stifling Sam, leading him to rebel like a child according to Sam's rewritten ordering of events and motivations.

In other words, no—you absolutely cannot "fix" the part of Sam and Dean's relationship that was broken by parentification by getting Dean to stop parentifying himself. Other characters actually have to stop doing it too—especially Sam.

[sepublic]

Again, with Luz's arc, she has her 'Sheeple' moment at the beginning of Hollow Mind where she essentially assumes that she is more progressive than the average person and incapable of having a bad belief; Only for that to be disproven heavily when she realizes she too can fall for the propaganda and manipulation of a dictator, and helped him in a pivotal way that nobody else has. It's a "You are not immune to propaganda (but neither am I)" moment. This really caps off of Luz's culminating storyline of resenting herself for whatever mistakes and bad consequences she 'caused', which leads to her, in a vulnerable state of mind, thinking she's basically pure evil and just as bad as Belos.

But then S3 has Luz's loved ones, such as Camila, reiterating to her that it's okay to make mistakes, that's just part of living. Luz meets the Titan and he confesses to also making mistakes; He's responsible for the Collector being imprisoned and thus vulnerable to Belos' manipulation. The Titan can personally relate to a very specific form of guilt that Luz has been fixating on in particular, which echoes the previous episode's climax when Luz realizes she just wanted to be understood, after seeing her mother is able to empathize with her. And the Titan is also a parental figure to Luz.

With the Titan basically saying that Luz made mistakes, but she means well and intends to improve and that's what matters -and thus differentiates her from a bad actor like Belos- I think it all ties back to the idea of guilt and repentance. The show is saying that it's okay that Luz messed up, but she needn't self-flagellate eternally for this, she doesn't need to focus on redeeming herself. Not only does this feel like a response to the Evangelical brand of Christianity, but also?

It reminds me of how in progressive spaces, there's often this mistake people make where they expect themselves to be morally pure and perfect; They need to have all of the right beliefs and progressive politics. And if they didn't, if they messed up, then it's basically the end of the world. It's led to criticisms of this type of culture being more concerned about the idea of being morally perfect, rather than actually growing and improving; It, fittingly, can feel like a witch hunt where people are looking for any slip up, so all you can do is deny lest you face the consequences.

So the revelation that a self-proclaimed progressive could be 'guilty' of a bad belief can make someone collapse, which leads to things like white fragility where white people make it all about themselves as they wallow in self-pity and shame over some mistake like a racially-insensitive remark, and that in turn makes it impossible to have a meaningful conversation and critique because of how much they overreact. It makes the discussion about themselves and how bad they feel, and not about the people they’re supposed to be an ally towards.

Now, Luz is obviously not white. But the latent fear of not being a perfect progressive thinker isn't exclusive to white people. And people more informed than me have linked this anxiety of needing to be morally perfect to certain brands of Christianity; There's a link between this and the fact that fallen angels exist, but risen demons don't. You can fuck up once and still be condemned eternally; That's the anxiety at the source of such a trope, and the absence of its inverse.

So given creator Dana Terrace's own past with Catholicism, plus the rise of social justice movements, including amongst youth. And in a way Luz's arc could be seen as a critique for this type of moral-purist approach to social justice that doesn't allow people to make mistakes and grow, and how that is linked to some racist phenomena that makes it difficult to inform white people of what they've done wrong. It is, again, a response to certain denominations of Christian belief (especially the Evangelical kind that informs a lot of the U.S.'s lack of prison reform) and the obsession with this Holier Than Thou status.

And in the end, it's a relieving reassurance; Luz is told that it's okay to mess up. It's okay she had the wrong ideas, but what matters is that she wants and intends to keep growing, and is engaging with this in good faith; She cares more about doing right than being right. Luz isn't doing this to be perceived as morally superior or self-righteous (unlike some people, both fictional and in real life), she genuinely wants to help. She can let go of her need to be a perfect hero because it’s less about the strict details of the story and more the point of it.

By forgiving herself Luz can actually focus on fixing what happened, instead of wallowing in self-loathing; And we see how she can just cause more problems by doing that, which leads to more guilt, in this positive feedback cycle of destruction. But no more cycles here, this show says! Self-love is just more effective than constantly reminding yourself what a bad person you were, are, or could be.

Luz can dismiss the puritanical paranoia that making mistakes, regardless of intent, makes you basically evil (Which means she needn’t repent by cutting ties with the Demon Realm once the day is saved). This makes Luz a foil to Belos, who in his arrogant need to be the perfect hero, refuses to admit he has made any mistakes, and kills people to maintain that lie; He cares more about being right for the clout and sense of superiority, than doing right for the sake of others. He’s looking for ‘wrongdoing’ to punish, and doesn’t think you can help people learn.

This also ties back to other characters like Amity or Lilith or Hunter, hell even Boscha; People who have had flawed beliefs and ideas and made mistakes. But they're allowed to grow and change, they're not forever defined by their past, even if they still hold obligations to the present pains that their victims might feel. And this ties back to the social justice context that prompted Luz's brief rant about how 'obvious' Belos' propaganda seems; It's not about getting it all right on the first try. It's about wanting to improve and fix each mistake, one at a time, and giving yourself leniency for flawed ideas because you are a human being and that's okay. You can be a little confused, but if you've got the spirit...!

[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

Now that Lute is in charge of the Exorcists, do you think she might try to upgrade the Legions to protect them from angelic weapons? Considering that St. Peter confirmed that Heaven has its own intellectual geniuses in the city, I could see her using her authority (or a decree from Sera) to make them give the warrior angels cybernetic enhancements and maybe some cool hard light shields to better protect them from any holy weaponry that Hell has in its possession. Considering how she flipped out over one dead Exorcist enough to try and urge Adam to start the next Extermination immediately, I imagine their utter defeat and Adam's death will drive her to make sure the Exorcists are empowered to such a degree that they will be capable of wiping out every Ring of Hell overnight.

Your thoughts?

Hello again,

I honestly have no idea what going to play out in Heaven side. Because there's few things that going to shake its foundations that Sera has so process and figure out. But I can spit ball a few ideas. I'm not tied down to any of this but let's get ideas rolling.

The things Sera has on her plate.

Sinners can be redeemed

Angels can be killed

That they lost in a fight against Hell/demon/sinners.

They lost the first man, despite how much of a douche he is, and Sera probably didn't enjoy his company, Adam is an important figure. He was a symbol. The effect wouldn't be too different of the Statue of Liberty was torn down by opposing forces.

All of this information will have to remain secret as it would shatter Heaven/residence

This big questions are is Heaven going to continue with extermation now that it appears sinners can be redeemed? The other question is how are they going to react to the battle. Retaliation?

Sera will most likely mainly focus on the security part of the problems despite Emily insistence over sinners being redeemed and Emily opposing views about the battle.

Sera: "They are uprising! There are angels that died!"

Emily: "They were defending themselves! Sinners have the ability to be good! They deserve a chance!"

Sera: "They already had their chance!"

Sera immediately shuts Emily down and probably reaffirming what drastic measures Sera needs to perform to keep Heaven safe.

Sir Pentious may be imprisoned in Heaven for questioning and Sera mistrust. They don't know how he got redeemed. Emily concluded the self sacrifice for love. But Sera may think its some elaborate trap to get a sinner scout in. I mean, who knew Angels can be killed? If the sinners figured how to do that, they can figure out a way to sent up a soul to spy.

They other thing to factor with Sera and Heaven is Lute. Sera is entrusting Lute word. Sera has no idea what actually went down that day beside Lute retelling and Sir Pentious. Who is she going to trust? Lute. Essentially, what they know about the battle is by Lute "truth".

I have no doubts Lute have the other exorcist to swear their silences. Which isn't out of the norm because they were to be silent for thousands of years to keep Heaven out of the know how. But now it was to keep their silence to Sera if she ask and have Lute handle it. Lute will probably take Sera trust to her advantage to try to fulfill her own agenda of revenging Adam and destroying the hotel and possibly the pride ring with it.

So Lute is attacking from two directions.

1) The discreet plan with Lilith.

2) Probably trying to start a more public cause to rally Heaven behind her about the loss of Adam, and using that as fuel for Sera to agree to enact whatever drastic plan that Lute or/and Sera cooked up in the name of security that Sera was hesitate to act upon.

We have to keep in mind, I think Sera responsibility is to Keep Heaven safe and not much more than that. She doesn't want to cross lines, but will if need to be. Like she did with extermations.

The idea of you suggested Lute wanting to empower the exorcist is intriguing. It would make sense that Lute will take what she learn from the great loss and defeat of battle and turn around to use it as a learning experience to be better. Better then better, be prepared and be superior in battle. Lute would relate their weaknesses to Sera to figure out ways to improve their defense. Both on their soldiers and their walls.

Heck, I can see Sir Pentious helping out on this unknowingly. You know Sera will have someone to guard him while he stay in Heaven. Sir Pentious might have slipped some key information that would normally be nothing but on the right ears it was a key to their upcoming success. Especially, since he had more personal knowledge by living at the hotel with Lute most wanted. I can also see Sir Pentious using his inventing skills to help build Heaven defence unknowingly what its for (at first anyways, he might grow suspicious later, and then him and Emily possibly confide in each other then develop their own plans to sabotage) . He just thrilled to help, be useful ("earn his stay") and make friends!

I don't think it go this route, but it be interesting if they develop a weapon/shield against their own holy weapons. What more interesting if they went about it in darker means. That Heaven resorted to dark magic to arm and defend themselves with. (Perhaps Roo inserts themselves here) Holy angels welding darkness seem enticing. Maybe develop a shield that so dark that no light from their holy weapons can penetrate? It just be ironic. Heaven weaponizing darkness for arm themselves and Hell arming themselves with holy angelic steal. Heaven would still have the advantage here as they are also carrying their own angelic blades to double kill the Hell population.

But all and all I have absolutely no idea how Heaven act out.

side note: Is Lute going to have some type of prosthetic or she going to own it and somehow be more badass? Makes sense she want another arm to fight with but I'm interested in a overly badass one arm Lute.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

A-Z Ask Meme | Open

@dezimaton asked: A-Z ask meme: O(adapted) because I'd like to hand you the song: [Gone Angels, Library of Ruina], U, X please!

Thank you! Also, I love that song you suggested, it's got an interesting vibe!

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of? This may be too obvious, but just listening to that song and reading over the lyrics, my vibe was just...Sephiroth, and then specifically Sephesis. Like, it felt like a flavor of Sephesis during their separation, during the defection--it's like they're in the middle of a dance, dealing with the loss, the betrayal, the separation, the confusion, the devastation of information, and then just the reality of the dark lies crashing down on them. It's as if they want to go back, yet they know they're stumbling forward. They want to hold close, yet they want to just toss each other away. Just, their dance.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites. Not sure if this was three period, one from each fandom OR three each, three from one fandom each, so I'm going with the first lol. With FF7, it's always been Vincent Valentine. It started superficially because of just, aesthetics and primarily because his english VA in AC being a VA I was following somewhat at the time. But the love for him has just grown heavier and heavier through the years. Dirge was the first FF game I ever got, and ever beat, too. And it's the one I've replayed the most. I just adore his character, in ways that it'd take me too long to list out lol. Best way to summarize is just...his vibe from the inside in, the tragedy, the spooky intelligent badass vibes, his heart, his pain, his dark humor, just, all of it. Uuummm...trying to decide other fandoms to choose, though. I'll be honest, the top two other fandoms that have circled the back of my mind while my focus has been on FF7, feel free to judge, have been Marvel and BNHA/MHA. Though, Marvel I'm fairly disconnected from most new media and really only care for my choice of its classic MCU days. But, with Marvel, Loki was my top favorite. I was obsessed, he was my first character muse I RP'd as, and my time writing as him and investing in the content made of him was very impactful (I don't really follow anything made from Ragnarok on, that's just me, no judgment to those that do enjoy). But his story is fucked up, too, and though it may go over some peoples heads, he did try, he was something more than just a petty, mischievous jerk (he really wasn't petty or jealous to the degree people make him out to be, he was the more balanced 'Odinson' before he went too far doing something that NEEDED to be done, and it led to a devastating truth). I could go on way too long about Loki, so, I'll just leave it there XD With MHA, it's Bakugo. Again, feel free to judge. I'm aware he is an asshole and was very much a bully and needs to be held accountable for that, and I will never excuse his roof-dive comment towards Deku. But I'm of the mind that, for one he's a teenager than can learn and has learned and is still learning from his faults. For two, he can be an ass but that is technically how he's learned to communicate and if people get to know them they realize it's just him being loud and rough to express his critiques, advice, compliments, etc. But most of all, it's his character complexity and growth. I adore him, and I'm not going to apologize for that.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom. Soulmate trope, I suppose! I'm not super versed enough to have a list to pick from, but I feel like this comes through a lot, and it's not always just romantic, though that can be appealing! Just the idea that there is someone out there that matches a character, whether it's to counter them, or to meet their energy. It could be enemies to allies, it could be best friends, it could be lovers, it could be a mix! But the idea of them being tied to one another, for better or worse, it just gets me!!

[albontology]

would you be willing to explain the geochalex tag on the angel/fae/machine rules post. i am assuming george = machine rules but i don't know about alex or charles and i am interested

oh yeah great question!! thank you for asking, i'll say tl;dr: in my mind, george = fae rules, charles = angel rules, and alex = machine rules. reasoning and extreme yapping under the cut o7

first massive disclaimer is this is rpf-goggles equipped i dont actually know shit and am making half of this up. naturally. so from there.

so what initially drew me to think of that/tag the post as geochalex is because of the inherent disciplinary quality of being a driver: not only do f1 drivers have to abide by a multitude of rules, but they're often one of two representatives of a mass of people and a brand, and further they have to be in control of their bodies at all times. so in this very flowery sense, the figure of the driver is one defined in relation to the rules they have to abide by both in the established system and in the larger expectations of the industry. following that, the way that i matched geochalex to their respective alignments has to do with this framing of relationship of driver to authoritative power, the 'rule-arbiter'

the first and immediate association to me was george with fae rules because of his status as gpda prez and resident rulebook consumer. this has recency bias, ofc, but in particular, think back to all the posts on how george being called to the stewards is just an exercise in his memorization of the fia rulebook. george respects the rules and abides by them, but does not take them for face value, and is more than willing to flex his expertise with them to augment his own position in relation to them. there's also the association here of fia rules-fae rules as a power tied up in the nuances of class and society, though that's more tonally tenuous. the more important aesthetic consideration is those massive and haunting baby blue peepers of his. they must be borne of some sort of otherwordly magicks.

second is charles and angel rules. ofc, here, 'god' is the religiously fervent spirit of ferrari. was there ever any question. coming from a very catholic slant, the components of love, awe, and fear as necessary motivators to follow the rules are key. charles loves ferrari, and, i would say, does fear it in the christian sense of the word. to disobey ferrari, or to vocally express his displeasure with it (or its extensions i.e. engineers), is not necessarily disallowed, but like.. you can feel how those rifts kind of marr this massive tapestry of ferrari lore and how charles is woven into it. how do i express this?? the "irreversible consequences" of the og post has to do with how the entire ecosystem, legacy, and history of ferrari are tied up into how charles represents them, and how 'rule breaking' is not only a transgression but a betrayal.

finally is alex and machine/ai rules. alex, i love you, but this was a bit of a shoehorn to complete the trifecta. still, i think out of all three this one fits alex best, because, in the system of dynamics we've established, alex is the one that doesn't have this single entity to be set in opposition to. in the ai-allegory, alex is a cumulation of information he's gathered from various experience, and the rules he has aren't necessarily prescribed by a single creator, but instead are a self-imposed disciplinary practice that runs embedded into his every behaviour. this to me is very alex!! as the media-designated 'personable funny guy on the grid', alex is constantly receiving input from all directions on how he should behave, and in my view has baked into his being the need to be highly functional, agreeable, yet disciplined in every regard. if he intentionally transgresses upon this model, it fundamentally shifts who he is (largely by reshaping how people perceive him). also, the idea of willingly breaking one's self to surpass their limits, while equally applicable to many other drivers, really resonates with alex's story to me given how much he's been through and sacrificed.

the final meme in the original post, where representatives of fae, angel, and machine come together in a meeting of the minds to discuss what the fuck god's problem is. that's what they're talking about in the driver debriefs. among other things, like the shanghai good boy collar and when in your career is too early to get a full-back tattoo.

[stargazing15]

Can you save me - Chapter nine

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x you

Summary: A hero arrived at North island to support Maverick on the Uranium plant mission preparation, underneath the though facade was a girl in desperate need of love, but can she love?

Warnings: blood & injury, fluff

A/N: this is pure fictional, I have no knowledge of the military and I know this is all not possible in real life, it’s all for the sake of the story.

Enjoy!

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“Why haven’t we heard from her?” A now angry Rooster shouted at Tank. “Why isn’t she back yet? We need to find her!” He kept on shouting , almost forgetting to breath. He was angry, at everything and everyone, but mostly at himself. After you had said those beautiful three words, he was in awe for too long, before he had the chance to say it back you were both on your way to deck, surrounded by others. He hated himself for not saying it yet, what if he didn’t get to chance anymore? The chopper was already in sight, he couldn’t help himself to let the tears roll down his face.

“I’m sorry Rooster, she made me promise to bring you home safely.”

“Is that..?” Maverick pointed out at a visibly hurt figure stumbling it way to them.

“Oh my god, Ricochet.” The three of them came running up to you, shocked at the sight of you. There was blood all over the right side of your uniform, there were holes and it seems like you tried to patch up your arm and had a piece of fabric tied tightly around your leg.

“Baby, what happened, are you o-” but his whispering got interrupted by you collapsing in his arms, losing consciousness. “No, no, no, no, stay awake. I love you too.” Even though you were unconscious, Rooster seemed to notice the corner of your mouth creeping up a bit.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Rooster sleeping on your bed, holding you hand. Looking to the other side you, you saw the ship’s doctor.

“Lieutenant Commander, welcome back!” You tried to say something, but he motioned to take your time, get back to your senses first. “I’ve got to admit it’s a wonder what you’ve put your body through and made it back. You must have some excellent guarding angels. That being said, your body took a serious hit, the bullets just missed your major arteries.” Rooster was waking up by the voice of the Doc. “Lieutenant, good time to wake up, your friend has waken up too.” Rooster’s eyes went from sleepy to very big to take your awake form in.

“Hey, you okay? I was so scared I lost you.” He squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You smiled softly. “Rooster, you can inform the rest that I’m awake.” Rooster got the memo that you needed time with the doc alone.

“So, can you still remember everything?”

“Yes, every single bullet and getting whacked to a three due to a grenade.”

“Explains the bruises all over your body. The next phase you’re familiar with?”

“Yes, I’m familiar, I guess no walking yet?”

“Indeed. You’ll be okay.”

“You can say it, I feel it in my leg.”

“You won’t be able to go back as an operator.” You actually smiled at little at his early conclusion. “I’ve never seen this kind of positive reaction.”

“I guess I have been contemplating my future for a bit.”

“Only reason an operator would ever step down, there’s someone special?”

“You can say that.”

“It was him wasn’t it?” Rooster was probably not that subtile when you were out.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you smiled at him “how long was I out?”

“2 days. Can I ask you something Lieutenant Commander?”

“Please Ricochet or Ric, ask away Doc.”

“How did you manage to get back with those injuries? I’ve seen a lot of bigger guys with the same type of injuries but not being able to do what you did.”

“Being a woman," you joked, "Mental strength, I guess those guarding angels were really looking out for me and thinking of him made me stronger.” What you didn’t know was that Rooster had opened the door ajar and quickly stopped his tracks when he heard your soft voice. Hearing what you said made his heart melt even more after seeing your eyes open looking at him.

“Hey! Here’s some water, she can drink right doc?”

“Well this will be her first real test.” The water felt heavenly on your throat, not as heavenly as the feeling of Rooster’s hand had felt on yours, but it felt good.

“My first victory,” you smiled at both the Doc and Rooster, “it will take long, but I am going for many victories.”

“Lieutenant, it seems like you have got a very strong woman, take care of her. I’ll leave you two alone.”

“What? How does he know?” Rooster was watching Doc leave with a puzzled look.

“You camping here made him a little suspicious.”

“Y/N!” A wild bunch of pilots suddenly appeared in the sickbay. It felt good seeing them back, yes all of them. Their faces went from worried after seeing you all patched up to happy when you smiled at them.

“Are you okay Ma’am?”

“Oh sweet Bob, come here,” you pointed to the seat where Rooster had sat all night. When he sat you wiped away the tear on his cheek and took his hand in yours, Bob really became this little brother you wanted to protect from all the bad in the world, “I’m still here, it’s really hard to get rid of me.”

“When the medevac called in someone was badly and Rooster was screaming in the background, I was so scared. You made this family a real family and I don’t know what I, we would do without you.” Bob noticed a slight discomfort in your expression. “Oh sorry I was rambling, are you in pain?”

“It’s just, I think I need to lay down a little,” there was almost a fight to help you, with Bob helping you on your left side and eventually Phoenix winning for your right side to help reposition your cushion to lay down. “Thank you and to answer your question, I know it not an ideal answer, but I’m sort of trained to handle this pain and yeah, it’s not the first time. But Hangman over there, you would be asking to be sedated.” You laughed a little at your own comment, the rest of the aviator almost fell on the ground from laughing, but quickly regretting it as you started coughing. 

“In pain, my ass.” Hangman muttered in between his teeth.

“But Hangman, now serious for a second, thank you for saving our asses.” Rooster said, leaving you dumbfounded. 

“No one has told her yet?” Coyote spoke up.

“Doc was talking to her about her condition and then you guys came. I’ll leave the honour to you Hangman.” Rooster being the gentleman he was, let the man tell his story, also knowing he liked bragging about it.

“Well, as Bob said, we were all shocked after hearing what happened to you, yes even me. So I stayed with my plane, in case. And I was right, there was still one bandit out. I’ve got to admit, your pilot has some serious skills, dodging those rockets and bullets.”

“Why do you think we call him Dodge, he’s not called after the car. Jealous of his skills?”

“Nope, chopper’s too small for me. The guy definitely earned that name. But back to me, your pilot, Dodge, was doing a good job, but until it was getting almost too much, then boom. I came to save the day.” Rooster was right, Hangman needed to tell the story, not only to boost his ego, but also to cope with the almost losses of team members.

“Dear pilots, I think it’s time to let her rest for a little bit.” Doc interrupted the story session.

“Hangman, can you wait for one sec?” Rooster looked you, slightly hurt you didn’t call out him, so you mouthed him ‘love you, need to thank him’ at what Rooster nodded, also knowing once you got home you’ll be all his.

“Yeah sure, what’s up?”

“Thank you.”

“Just doing what I’m good at cupcake.” He gave you the typical Hangman big smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“I mean it, I know it was hard on you that Mav choose Rooster over you. But I don’t think Rooster could’ve saved us like you did. So thank you for saving us.”

“He indeed couldn’t have done that, he was scared after Mav was shot down, but you being hurt, I never heard him scream like that and it was in the background. I was actually scared too when I went after the bandit.” He paused for a second, completely changing the subject. “I really screwed up my chance with you, didn’t I? You really do love him don’t you?” You getting injured made him realise he really did care about you.

“I, uh, yes, I really love him. You’re a good guy under all that Hangman. You will find someone Jake, you just need patience. And be you. Stop all that hunting.”

“Can we still be friends?”

“No.” You were trying your best not to laugh, just to see his expression, but you were not expecting this sad face. And it looked serious. “Oh my god, I was just joking.” Before you could finish Hangman hugged you.

“Oh sorry Y/N I forgot for a second. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, are you though?”

“As long as we can still be friends after what I just said.”

“Are you kidding? Who would I tease, who can take it, if we wouldn’t be friends anymore, life would be boring then. And it would’ve never worked out between us. With Rooster, things are more, I don’t know how to say it.’

“More naturally, I think I understand. But if he ever hurt you, you need to tell me.”

“I’ll put you on the who to call-list. But I think the CIA will be first.” 

“Good to hear, I’m happy for you. I hate to admit it, but you two look good together. Never say this to Rooster. This stays between us.”

“And me I guess.” Doc smiled.

“It’s time to rest now cupcake, maybe time to eat something. See ya later.”

What neither you or Hangman knew was that Rooster was still listening from the other side of the door, not because he didn’t trust you, he just was curious to what Hangman had to say to you. He definitely had not expected Hangman’s confession, but was relieved with your answer and the fact that Hangman actually supported your relationship.

***

“Ready to go home kiddo?”

“Kiddo? Seriously Tank? I’m only 15 years younger.”

“My point. Are you okay on the crutches?”

“I can endure until we’re off the carrier.”

“There’s a wheelchair waiting for you on the dock, so what are you going to do after you’re better?”

“I don’t know yet, I think I’m gonna follow Bradley and see where it takes me. What about you?”

“Stepping down voluntarily? The way you’re saying it, I don’t think you will regret it, adjusting to the new life on the other hand.”

“Yeah I know. My body is saying that it’s been enough, still gotta live a long life after this, so I’m not gonna ruin it more. What about you?”

“I don’t know yet, if I find a fine lady who loves my babies, I think I might want to something with animals.”

“Good for you, do what makes you happy.”

“Come on, let’s get home. I’ll deliver you to your boyfriend.”

“You guys coming to the Hard Deck?”

“No, I’m bringing Ricochet home, I guess I owe her at least that much.”

Once Rooster had helped you in his Bronco after throwing the bags in his trunk, you asked the inevitable question, while taking his hand in yours. “So what now?”

“You’re gonna live with me, I live on the ground floor and my place is trice the size of yours. I will help you with your revalidation.” Had you ever mentioned you were in love with his man? Your place was indeed a no go, too small and on the first floor with no elevator.

“I love you.” You babbled before kissing him on the cheek.

“I love you too baby, you okay with that?”

“Oh definitely yes, but all my stuff?”

“I’ll call some reinforcements and pack up. You can rest for a bit.”

“You’re prepared, I like that.” What would you honestly do without him

“Y/N, there actually one thing I’ve been dying to know, I don’t if you have made a decision yet and I know with everything going on now you maybe haven’t thought about it, but-”

“Bradley, please take a breath. And I made my decision before we left.”

“Oh.” He actually sounded disappointed.

“Why the disappointment? I am actually going to stay with you, I still want to stay in the Navy, just not operating anymore.”

“YES.” Rooster threw his hands in air -against the roof of his Bronco- in celebration.

“Hands on the steering wheel handsome, we still want to make it alive at your place.”

“You mean that what you just said?”

“Yup, I’ll follow you where your new orders will take you, revalidate there further, and invade your personal space.”

“I love the sound of that.”

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[fratricideknight]

i'm sorry to rant about the angels in spn again (see original thread here - i'm tired of me, too, for the record) but i feel i made some concessions in that thread which i shouldn’t have, because people made some really good points and i kind of got side-tracked from my original point. once again, feel free to give me your thoughts, whether you agree or disagree. i finally learned how to add cuts, so click to read more :D

one of the reasons i love season 1 so much is because, in my opinion, it is the closest approximation to what spn was supposed to be. scrambled urban legends which our heroes have to untangle (e.g. Bloody Mary and the many myths around her) and uncertain folklore. take the episodes 'Phantom Traveler' and 'Skin', for example. in the former, demons are said to come in many different forms and this particular one to function like the initiator of a natural disaster which has adapted to the times. you're "wide open to demonic possession" if you're emotionally distressed, rather than just anyone being possessed. so cool!! the latter is a spin on the well-known idea of shapeshifters. the audience knows generally what to expect, but spn establishes its own unique, awesome lore. shapeshifters literally SHED THEIR SKIN, they don't just look like their target they become them, they need to keep their target alive for a psychic connection so they can download their thoughts and memories. so damn cool fr. even 'Bugs', a "bad" episode (spoiler alert: it's really not), had the super cool concept of curses tied to the land which the boys can't break, almost like the natural disasters of the supernatural world, which the two random guys we call our protagonists are not equipped to deal with. even by season 2, some of this has been lost. rather than establishing unique lore, the monster of the week episodes become more about using the same old lore in different and fun ways. e.g. sam and dean hunt a ghost while in prison, they investigate ghosts which are being controlled on a movie set. even when they introduce new monsters (djinn, zombies, the trickster, people infected with the croatoan virus, werewolves), they're used more for story purposes and we don't really learn all that much about them. the exception i guess would be the crossroads deals, which warranted explaining since john sold his soul for dean and dean would later do the same for sam. using lore in creative ways is very much a good thing, but these episodes rarely build much on the lore itself, just put the characters in unique situations; again, that's a good thing, but you can do both! more of season 2 goes towards plot episodes - and i'm not complaining, the plot is awesome! but i wish they kept the season 1 lore stuff up. it makes me think of that post which says "what is lore in supernatural if not just any book sam reads" and yeah. just yeah. bring back tulpas and friends!

now for how this ties into the angels: as per the original thread, they could have been super creepy! they were certainly not used to their full potential in the horror department. however, i will reiterate my opinion: they do not work with the original idea of spn. adding them turned it into a different show. even if they're made to be creepy and straight-up evil, there is baggage which will inevitably be dragged into the show with their inclusion. who in the world doesn't know at least a little about and have preconceived notions of angels? not many people, and most of those people would not be watching spn. the same could be said of ghosts and demons, but there is a religious baggage inherent to angels which cannot be avoided. even demons can be somewhat separated from their religious roots, especially if they turn out to not be demons at all (theory here). and, like i said, the show and its characters were not supposed to deal with religion beyond the spectre of it, sam having faith and dean not. their (lack of) faith informed their decisions, but neither of them were wrong or right in their beliefs, just at odds. the world should have felt claustrophobic while also being too intricate to fully understand and retaining a sense of mystery, and season 1 achieved this the best with some of the most complex and interesting lore in the show and the small stakes and small scale. get the cosmic beings out of my face, eric; no you cannot have angels if they just turn out to be dicks! i know better than you and i am gnawing on your bones.

[l0vegalores]

╰   ☆  ◞  jessica chastain / ciswoman / she/her  ———  no way is that NATALIE DIMARCO? you know they’re FIFTY years old and they’ve been in los angeles for TWO WEEKS. they’re chillin’ as a MUSICIAN. oh and they’re notoriously known for being BLUNT but there are some people who have seen them be COMPASSIONATE. I heard they’re a part of a BAND called CHERRY REVENGE, yeah they’re a VOCALIST & SOMETIMES GUITARIST. to be honest they sound a lot like VERUCA SALT, NO DOUBT & PARAMORE. they’re actually FAMOUS.

stats + sonic interview below

part one: statistics.

feel free to omit some questions as you see fit.

basic information:

full name: natalie dimarco

nickname(s): nat

age: fifty

date of birth: december 22nd 1974

place of birth: fairton, new jersey

gender: ciswoman

pronouns: she/her

orientation: pansexual, panromantic

language(s) spoken: english

neighbourhood: los angeles

living arrangements: a hotel in LA

family ties:

mother: vera dimarco (unkown)

father: paul dimarco (deceased)

siblings: n/a

spouse / partner: elliott dimarco (deceased)

children: amity & ashley dimarco

pets: none at the moment

occupational information:

occupation: musician

name of their act: cherry revenge

so they play instruments? if so what?: vocals, sometimes guitar, drums & percussion

how long have they been a part of the act?: since she was seventeen

artist influences: L7, hole, garbage, blondie, the distillers. bikini kill

current monthly spotify/apple music listens on average: 28M

physical appearance:

face claim: jessica chastain

hair color: naturally dark brown, often dyed red or blonde

eye color: blue

height: 5ft 5

build: slim

tattoos: a few, will go into more detail later

piercings: ears

clothing style: fashion forward, mod inspired, tailored jackets and suit pants, glam but low key and loves a pair of tights

distinguishing characteristics: freckles on her face and body

personality:

mbti: ENFP - the campaigner

element: fire

western zodiac: sagittarius

chinese zodiac: tiger

positive traits: passionate, resiliant, empathetic

negative traits: blunt, unpredictable, impatient

wanted connections:

friends

fans / people nat has influenced in their music, protoge's ect

any connection type!

bonus info + headcanons

nat grew up in a small town in new jersey in a low socioeconomic area. when her father died at age fifteen she moved to chicago to live with her aunt. when she finished high school, her and her high school sweetheart elliott anderson moved to new york where she pursued her dream of being a rockstar.

natalie has been a part of cherry revenge since she was seventeen in 1991, they got their first big break in 1994, signing a record deal in new york city for five records and five world tours. through the trajectory of their career, cherry revenge went on to become a pioneering female fronted bands in rock history.

natalie was married to elliott dimarco (previously elliott anderson) who is the son of abbie anderson, owner of pinnacle records. elliott died after complications during heart surgery a year ago. nat and elliott were high school sweethearts, marrying in their early twenties, and becoming the parents of twins amity and ashley.

her career has seen many positives and negatives. they made history with winning awards, headlining festivals and paved the way for woman in rock. but, the band also had their dramas and nat's idea of a coping mechanism was often drugs and alcohol especially in the early days.

in addition to being in a pioneering rock band she became a mother at age 26. she had to fight like hell for her voice to be heard in the music industry, not just as a woman but as a mother. she took up space, and said fuck you to the power structure of misogyny in the music industry.

part two: questionnaire. 

start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important? it's been a while since she's done this, it brings back inconsistent memories. some good, some not so good. but still she smiles and carries on. "i'm natalie dimarco of the band cherry revenge, here with sonic magazine to talk about my career."

who are some of your biggest musical influences? "god when i think about all the influences i've had throughout my life and career, i can tell you that's a long list. part of what i love the most about my career was being able to come up with and support younger or newer artists in the scene. collaboration will always be the best influence and the best way to grow as a musician."

what is the first record you ever bought? this is an easy one to remember, she'll never forget that feeling. "violent femmes, self titled. that was my very first record."

what are some stand out moments from your career so far? "you know, when you have a career that's lasted as long as ours there's always lots of highs and lows, and i wish i could categorise them all somehow in my mind. you know? like make it easier for me to answer that question and just go, well that moment and this moment but like the truth is it's all the moments. you can't have one without the other and we wouldn't even have these moments without our fans and the people who want to make those moments happen for us and that's the most important part. the part that means the most to me at least." all spoken with a soft shrug at the end as if that was the most obvious answer in the world

how would you describe your style of performance? what makes your shows worth seeing? "when you come to a cherry revenge show the only thing that's important is whether or not you're present. obviously it's been a while since we've played now but that's always been what i love most about performing is being present, when people come to watch your shows they can tell, they can always tell. on some level you owe them that presence and they often give it "

[prose-for-hire]

L is for the way you look at me

Pairing: Lorne x reader

Request: How about Lorne (platonic or soft romantic or too many options?) and neutral or fem reader, reader is a writer, expressive when you've gotten to know them, who is noodling around trying to write a song to put in their story, and when hearing the plight, Lorne offers help? By singing and helping them smooth out the lyrics into something that can actually be sung, (don't need to be specific of course) with the reader supplying lyrics and tune a bit so Lorne gets the idea of what they're going for?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: Changed just a little from the request (you’ll hardly notice it, promise). If I could write lyrics for songs I would but I didn’t want it to fall flat so you’ll have to imagine the beautiful lyrics that Lorne writes for the reader. I really could have used him to help supply the lyrics for this fic lol

You were a writer. It had been a hobby but it had become such an intrinsic part of your life, of your identity. It was pretty much always on your mind now. Ideas plagued your mind night and day. You had to write them down immediately which meant you were often found making a mad dash to find a notebook and a pen.

You kept all of your thoughts inside, only waiting for the moment you could commit them to paper. This left you wondering through life in a kind of dream state, somewhere between your fantasies and reality. You were a romantic, preferring to write love stories into whatever genre you had been currently taken by.

It was hard to find times to write since you had met your friends. Your reality had quickly become something that you might have only created in the wildest corners of your imagination. You had met them all first when your apartment had a demon-problem. You had been one of the helpless that needed, well, helping.

Angel Investigations had uncovered a demon cult living in your building’s basement and you had stumbled into helping them, you were a fast reader and were good at picking out the important information from an online demon-search. After this, you kept running into them and after you lost your job (through no fault of your own, you had just been daydreaming a little more than actually… working) Angel offered you a researching role with the team.

This was when you met him. Lorne. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t the inspiration for most of the romantic notions that you committed to paper of late. You had all gone to Caritas and you had been taken by the way his skin shimmered emerald in the stage lighting. The way he held himself with such confidence. How he could change the atmosphere of even the coldest room with a single note.

You had become used to watching him from afar, he was so friendly towards you but he was the same way with almost anyone he met. It was something you liked about him, he was kind until given a reason otherwise. You got the impression that due to his confidence on stage, if he was attracted to you in any way he would have made it known.

So, rather than make your own little crush known, you decided to keep it hidden and pray that you were never asked to sing in front of him again. You threw yourself into your work, the researching that now took up so much of your time. And clawed every spare moment for your writing. You were focusing on finishing your novel. You were going to call it very loosely based on your brief time with Angel investigations, but there did happen to be a main love interest

And, of course, there needed to be a beautiful song that tied both the magic and the love story together. The only problem was that you didn’t know the first thing about writing lyrics to music. But you knew someone who did.

Gunn was someone you trusted completely. He was your best friend. You were opposites in some sense, but your friendship was incredibly strong. You told him most things, but he somehow (after being asked for the 100th time for him to read over a draft of your story) figured out something you had forgotten to mention.

He had read your novel so far and given you some pointers (mostly about more realistic fight scenes which was very much appreciated) and had noticed a big theme in your writing. The ‘main characters’ longing for the charismatic, musical love interest.

Gunn was leaning against the doorway of the room of the Hotel you often slipped away to so that you could write.

“I, uh, think I might ask Lorne for some help with those lyrics. For my story.” You were aiming for nonchalant but you weren’t able to make eye contact with him while you said it.

“It’s about time you made your move” Gunn chuckled at your attempt to be chill.

“I’m not making a move! I’m just asking for some… is it really that obvious?”

“Even Angel noticed, man” He shook his head at you, with a slight smile and clapped a hand against your shoulder, “You’re a good writer, but you ain’t that good”

“I am that good”

“That why you need someone to write lyrics for you?”

“I have some ideas, I just want to make sure they would fit to music. That’s all”

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll catch you later, there’s probably some demon Wes needs taking care of”

“Have fun!” You called and he gave you a look that said ‘you too’ with a raise of his eyebrows. You threw your pen at him and missed as he walked out the door.

“Can you believe this? We’ve only just opened and we’re already running out of Yak’s bile”

“Yum” You deadpanned and the sparkle in his eyes were back as he looked at you again. He forgot just how human you were sometimes.

You see, he wasn’t used to so much respect or attention from someone that looked like you. If any humans did stumble into the bar or he didn’t hide himself well enough on the street, they would stare or whisper harsh words. Never affording him eye contact and never seeing him as anything close to an equal.

He had a soft spot for you. A big one. He adored you but kept out of your way. He decided that he knew better than to expect you to reciprocate his feelings. And God, did he have feelings for you. He was in deep. His eyes always on you whenever you were in the room.

“What can I do for you today, sugar? I think we have enough left to make your usual”

“You know my usual?” You questioned as he started to make it for you.

“Well of course! Prescient over here, even if I didn’t I could see it coming” He gestured with the tumbler in his hand and lit up when he heard your laugh.

“Actually, could I ask a favour? The novel I’m writing, I could use some advice”

“Oo, the famous book! I’m honoured, sweetness”

You smiled softly, looking at the ground. He could make you smile no matter how you had been feeling before you were in his presence. You found yourself getting nervous. As if he would see straight through your feelings if you so much as breathed wrong. He was incredibly perceptive, something you loved about him. Love.

You tried to ignore the word, push down the feeling as you started to explain the issues you were having with trying to write the lyrics. You were muffled by the music that had started up, however. Someone started singing Barry Manilow and Lorne muttered something scathing about thinking he had destroyed all records of his discography on the premises. It was loud and the individual hadn’t yet hit a note.

He gestured for you to follow him, somewhere quieter. You sat across from him in his office, he closed the door behind you, shutting out a version of Mandy that was almost as bad as Angel’s. He always made you feel so comfortable. His presence, to be even sat before him made even the worst day turn into the best.

You spent an hour, maybe two, coming up with lyrics that fit with the feelings mentioned in the novel. But it felt like much less time. Every moment you spent with him felt sacred. When he started to sing the hook of the song you had written together, mostly under his instruction, you near-swooned.

You nodded along, reading the lyrics but not joining in. You were too wary that you might reveal too much. He walked around to your side of the table, leaning over you to read the lyrics you had made together. He inhaled slowly, you smelled so good to him. He just wished he could be seen as anything other than a monster.

As if you had read his mind, you turned towards him, he was so close you could almost feel his breath against your neck. It made you shiver with such anticipation, his eye caught yours. The look in his eye mirrored yours. You were dancing too close to the truth, the lyrics, those words, they echoed your real feelings. Your deep, unending adoration for this man.

“You’re beautiful, did you know that?” You asked slowly, fast becoming lost in his eyes. You reached for him softly, your thumb tracing his jawline. His eyes closed at the contact, a content sigh expelled from his lips. He had never felt this way before, so adored by someone that he had silently loved from the first moment he saw them.

“I love you” He whispered, the words barely audible. You worried you had misheard him but the vulnerable look in his eyes told you that you had heard correctly. You reached for him, pressing your lips against his. It was gentle, the tender movements as if each of you were scared you may wake yourself up from a beautiful dream. As his hands slid to cup the base of your skull, the kiss deepening. It was cosmic, every star had aligned. The powers paving the way to this life-altering moment.

You reached to clasp his hand with your free one, lacing your fingers together as you poured every unspoken feeling you had ever harboured towards him. Your love, your Lorne. How you had dreamed of this moment, how you had written with such fervour to try and capture even a fraction of the magic that you felt with his lips on yours.

You knew with certainty that your novel was going to have a happy ending, now that you could dare to hope for one too.

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Regardless of how they make themselves known to you when an angel has a divine message, you are likely to notice certain numbers staring at you. Maybe they show up on clocks, license plates, or receipts. Whatever the number, if it stands out to you in some significant way, it may just be worth looking up. Angel number 414 is a number that might not seem like it would carry the divine message of a traditional angel number, but its meaning is just as potent as any other. What are the different meanings of angel number 414? Continue reading below to dissect the frequency and nature behind angel number 414. All the information is located below from the spiritual and Numerology meanings to what it means for you and love. The Meaning of Angel Number 414 The number 1 is notoriously known for new beginnings, while the number 4 is often described as the number of persistence, focus, and determination to get the job done. But the meaning of angel number 414 is so much more than that. It is a validation that your angels have your back and are with you to keep you on track with your larger plan in life. If you’ve noticed angel number 414, you are already halfway there because the partial meaning of this number asks you to be alert. Your angels want you to pay attention to your thoughts and ideas as you are likely to have many productive thoughts popping up if you haven’t already. Your energy is particularly potent right now in terms of accomplishing short-term goals and making big strides toward accomplishing your long-term goals as well. Now is the time to take the initial steps to put your dreams into action. You’ve done all the pre-work. You’ve done all of the planning. Now it is time to execute. Today is the beginning of your new reality. You are protected, supported, and guided by the highest realms of angels and Archangels on this venture. They will never let you down or steer you wrong, and they are telling you that it is go-time. Once you take those steps, you will watch all your initial fears melt away. There is a chance that you’ll most likely have to evaluate different ways to be the most effective at pursuing your dreams, but your angels want to know that they are with you every step of the way. Brainstorm different ways you can be more efficient at reaching your goals, and your angels are sure to respond accordingly. Key Takeaway Above all else, you are asked to maintain your power and to be mindful of it in the process. You know how powerful your thoughts are by now. You have most likely seen many manifestations come to fruition at this point in your life. Now is not the time to be negative. Now is the time to put your manifestations in high gear, and that starts with your mind. Only when you get your mind right will you be able to clearly see and bring to life your visions. Spiritual Messages of 414 Spiritually speaking, angel number 414 is an angel number closely linked with the physical world. That doesn’t mean you don’t have your angels as close to you as you need. Rather, the frequency it holds ties closely with the material world. By utilizing your spiritual connectedness, you will bring many great things into your physical reality. No matter how spiritual we are, we are all still humans on planet Earth for the time being. Sometimes working toward physical goals and dreams is just as beneficial to your spirituality as working on strengthening your intuition and psychic abilities, which you have probably done a lot of recently. Now is the time to restore that balance and redirect your energy back to your Earthly possessions and dreams. But don’t forget about that interconnectedness of all things. Use all gifts and practices you’ve learned along the way to properly integrate your physical realm with your spiritual realm. It is time to stop living a double life, so to speak. What does the first step look like to you? Maybe you’ve been down this road numerous times and have set out to manifest a particular dream, but something always gets in the way.

Now is your time to finally put all your spiritual lessons into action and begin once again. Push forward without hesitation. Your dreams are your dreams for a reason. No one can see them quite like you. Channel this energy with every failure or step-back that you experience throughout this journey. It isn’t an easy road, but it is the road you were meant to pave. Remember that. Angel Number 414 in Numerology Angel numbers are divine messages from your guardian angels, but their frequency meanings derive from Numerology. Without a basic understanding of the meaning of the number in Numerology, it becomes increasingly difficult to understand just what your angels are trying to tell you. Angel...   Click here to read this complete article. Disclaimer : This article is originally published in SubconsciousServant.com. All the rights of content are owned by SubconsciousServant.com. We have published a part of the article with due credits and link to the original author and source.

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To all of the new law of assumption blogs

First off, I would like to welcome everyone that has joined the community as of lately! With it growing so awfully quickly these past few days I was inspired to make this post with a few pieces of advice I’ve learned through personal trial and error running a law of assumption blog myself.

GET ALL OF YOUR INFORMATION FROM NEVILLE! When you have a platform it’s so important to be mindful of what you’re sharing with your followers especially when it comes to the law of assumption because you might unintentionally spread misinformation or limiting beliefs, plus this will decrease the chance of facing controversy. Neville will always be your safest bet!

Tied to the previous point, be wary of your sources if you choose to not stick to Neville. Despite the occasional mishap, the law of assumption community on Tumblr has the least limiting beliefs and misinformation out of all other platforms. Be careful what you learn from others and whether or not you choose to share that with your followers. Keep their best interest at heart.

Stand out from other blogs. There might be a million posts on self concept, living in the end, etc. but you may be able to verbalize yourself in a way that will help somebody else. Don’t sell yourself short by thinking that because there’s already a post on it that you don’t need to make one yourself.

If you’re comfortable with it, speak from experience. It can cultivate a sense of relatability to your followers and you’ll help them learn from your mistakes.

Think about what you wish you could’ve read as a beginner if you ever need to come up with post ideas.

Make friends in the community! It's always great to rant to somebody else about running a blog and even having somebody to address your doubts if you ever have any.

Create a connection with your followers. Get to know the wonderful people that follow you and if you'd like, you can always ask them for feedback on what to post next.

You’ll receive the same questions over and over again, be patient or set up a FAQ so you don’t lose it (your patience).

Watch how you convey your message and don’t lose sight of your moral stance when you answer questions. You’ll probably get a controversial or problematic one at some point, advise as best as you can but if you’re feeling conflicted you can simply delete the question.

Set boundaries/guidelines with your followers and cherrypick your asks. Be clear about what you do and do not allow people to send you. Helping people can be taxing at times, never sacrifice your time or comfort and don't do anything you don't want to do.

If need be, taking a break is always an option. If you’re ever overwhelmed or experiencing burnout from making posts or answering questions, do not hesitate to log off. Your wellbeing always comes first.

Remember that you’re under no obligation to help people and not everyone can be helped. Some people struggle more than others, it’s not your fault nor is it your problem. Don’t feel guilty if you can’t help.

Have fun! The community is full of so many diverse and lovely people and being part of it can be such an enriching experience. Running a blog is a hobby not a job so make it as enjoyable for you as possible!

Lastly, know that your bff Hera is here for you if you ever need anything! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ :༅｡♡｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑ Also, here are some similar tips from the lovely Angel (formerly divineangelbee, now nevillebeyonce):

get almost ALL your information from neville and joseph murphy. sure, coaches and blogs are nice, but at the end of the day they can scam you, spread misinformation and spread limiting beliefs. do NOT get your information solely based off of coaches, blogs and pages. if you want to answer asks, you need to understand the mechanics behind manifesting.

you don’t need to spend a dime on information. there are free pdfs and lectures online to educate yourself.

be patient! like yeah its annoying when people ask you question that have been linked in your pinned or ask you “can i manifest—” or “how can i manifest___” but those people are new. give them some slack.

make a list of posts you need to make. there’s so many aspects of manifesting, you’ll never run out of ideas. i have so many posts, but i still have a lot to cover! there’s so much to talk about.

when explaining a concept, use analogies and examples so people can fully understand what you’re saying. be direct, straightfoward and easy to understand. use your own personal success stories and others you have read an example.

you can never know everything. still, continue to consume information from books and lectures, while being active on your blog.

you need to repeat yourself over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. at the end of the day, you need to reassure people that they are limitless and they are god.

rude/ignorant anons are simply projecting their insecurities onto you. don’t think anything of it, all they need to do is invest in their self concept. when dealing with rude anons, answer them in a classy way.

you can’t help everyone. there are going to people who ask you for help, you’d tell them what to do, then they’re going still complain and ask you for help again, and might even harass you. i talk to other blogs regularly. that happens.

pick and choose your anons, how often you post, and what you do on your blog. if you try to do everything, you’ll become so overwhelmed and it’ll start to feel like a job. it should never feel that way. it should be fun.

befriend other blogs. having someone to talk to about the law, and to help you when you need is extremely helpful. maybe you don’t now how to respond to an ask, you’re feeling unmotivated or genuinely just down. befriend another blog, they’ll help you out so much. all the blogs on here are pretty nice, so there’s plenty to choose from.

develop a relationship with your followers. show some personality. be unique. what makes you different from other blogs? why should we listen to you? give people a reason to follow you.

when using tags, use as much tags that relate to manifesting as possible. not just the law of assumption tag. use witchblr, tarot, astrology, crystals, divine feminine, etc. everything that relates to manifesting in general. people in those communities manifest as well.

follow the law of assumption tag, and check it “recent” regularly. maybe someone has a question and you can help them out, or there’s a nice post you can reblog to help your followers.