I love that angels in spn don’t understand proportionality. any disagreement with one another regardless of substance or scale is seen as sufficient basis for killing one another. which I guess if you’ve lost your moral authority (god) then you have to treat all dissent as equally heretical
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Patience
hi i really like this post so i wrote it!!! (my hobbies include robbing sai)
warning: Angel coming down from a panic/anxiety attack while Ren waits in da hallway. Also a little self loathing if u squint?
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The tightness in your chest was finally waning. You took a deep breath—the easiest one you'd had in what seemed like hours.
It felt cold on the floor now. Or maybe it'd been like that since the moment you locked yourself in. But you were more aware of it, at least. You leaned back against the wall with a sigh, closing your puffy eyes. Though your hand trembled, you gently rapped your knuckles on the marble flooring.
A faint knock on the door to your right came in response.
[REDACTED] had been there the whole time while you cried. They never said a word, but always answered you in some form. I'm here.
Vulnerability was shameful according to the voice in your head. You were making gradual progress to get rid of that voice, to give yourself the grace you gave others to seek comfort when needed. And if he couldn't see you, letting it all out didn't feel so bad. All you needed was to know that they were close by.
You tried to speak and only managed to throw yourself into a coughing fit from how raw your throat was. Hunching over with your head on your knees, you could only wait until it was over. There were hurried footsteps from the other side of the door that you barely heard over the haggard sounds.
This time, they reached out first. It wasn't a knock like usual, but your phone vibrating atop the marble. You felt around on the floor until it was within your grasp. The simple message on screen turned clear as you gently wiped at your eyes, still blurry from earlier.
water?
Despite your exhaustion, you laughed, then silently winced at the slight pain it caused. Any help or care he could offer was always within seconds when it came to you.
It took you a few measured breaths to gather yourself enough to unlock the door. Along with a thin line of light, a water bottle slid through the small gap, only the tips of his scarred fingers coming into view before they disappeared altogether. You opened the door a little wider and tilted your head to peek out at him.
His dark mess of hair greeted you, rather than his face. [REDACTED] was sitting on the floor, almost the same as you were minutes ago with his back to the wall, knees bent and arms crossed over them. They made sure to keep their head turned away. He knew you didn’t want anyone to see you like this.
You stretched out into the hallway to touch his shoulder. It was the only way you thought to offer some form of a thank you in the moment. Their muscles flexed and shifted under your fingers, but otherwise, they didn’t acknowledge you.
The room seemed stuffy now, so you kept the door open just a crack for a little fresh air. You scooted back to your place beside the door, then slowly drank the water in peaceful silence, the man that sat still as a statue within arms reach at the corner of your vision. Everything still ached in some way from the crying session. But it wasn’t as long as usual. You tapped on the floor and watched him.
Through the space no bigger than your pinky finger, you saw your partner immediately put one hand to the wall, and knock back.
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Uh hi
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Scenes drawn from chapter 11 of THIS (link below :)) AMAZING FANFIC, I DOUBT ANYONE’S GONNA SEE THIS BUT IF YOU DO, GO READ GO READ GO READ GO READ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IT’S SO GOOD
(Read the tags on AO3)
I honestly didn’t think I was going to post anything here, but this fanfic is too good not to make fanart for hasgsfhvjvlws <33
Apologies if drawings are weird; I’m mostly a traditional artist trying to warm up to digital art and I have—
No idea what I’m doing!!
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(I know that Vox is supposed to be stuck in the box on the narrow side but shhhhh (2nd image;middle doodle))
Okay bye :3
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wes!illyria asks! collecting them into one place here:
they would have been incredible! their illyria and wes duologues are already really great and have this play-like feel to them. i always thought there was a sort of rosencrantz and guildenstern vibe there, and in my s5 au with infinite resources we're hiring sir tom stoppard to write a bunch of arcadia-style, physics-themed conversations between them on grief and being. what do you mean he has better things to do then write for my fantasy tv show
this is true! i was just thinking that in the fic i'd like to write, i really want fred taking a physicist's approach to her grief, getting into stuff like multiverses and chaos theory as a way to cope. really hammer home the astronauts vs. cavemen metaphor, yknow
i always interpreted it as him getting flustered because of the "guess i've always had a thing for older women" thing, which is honestly a wild thing to say in front of a bunch of strangers lmao!
yeah, he's american! i think i'd personally keep the accent because it's more devastating the more similar illyria is to her shell. i also always interpreted fred!illyria as having an american accent because... muscle memory, i guess? idk, i feel like there's a lot of interesting questions to explore about where illyria's host ends and where she begins.
(ie. pronouns, for instance! i'm partial to the [not necessarily canon-compliant] headcanon that illyria was worshiped as a god of incomprehensible demon gender which best aligns with she/her in modern english, but is ultimately divorced from the body she's in. i just like the gender fuckery of wes!illyria using she/her, though he/him wes!illyria also accomplishes something similar in a different way. which, to go back to the original question: how much of illyria is innate? how much does she absorb the 'essence' of her host? how much does she absorb other people's interpretations of her host? these are the questions that keep me up at night.)
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in holy terror cas calls malachi an anarchist in a tone that clearly implies he doesn’t agree with him. obviously spn is too stupid to do actual angel politics or knows what anarchism means but if you took this statement too seriously then that means cas still believes heaven should exist as some kind of organised formal state. obviously god would not be in charge of this state and cas almost certainly would not want to rule either but like he probably has at least some general idea about how heaven should be run
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I'll confess I'm willing to ship Jon w/ basically anything that moves lol (excluding his canon love interest, funnily enough) and I'm a little enchanted by the idea of Jon x Jon. My favorite blorbo? And there's two of them?? Would you mind telling me more maybe?
It's in my pinned post! You're jealous of the other you for getting help but you are the help! There's a level of also wires-crossed-ness or otherwise bad coping mechanisms :3. If the TMA:E creator ever sees this i will kms so if you're them stop reading but TMA: Encore, a good ass webcomic, has a specific tension between Jon and Not Jon that i really enjoy and is PRETTY EASY to extrapolate it into something shippy. My PERSONAL take on a time travel AU also has strong set up for it HOWEVER the "future-jon" is just a monster modeled after Jarchivist so whether it counts as JonxJon or JonxOC is i suppose personal discretion. My ArchAngel tag here on this blog is where i post stuff of THAT specific AU and ship! The first post of it goes into the most detail! It IS really fun i would recommend it. Honestly im shocked there's no JonxJon stuff on AO3. All TMA selfcest is Martin and Also Martin. Not even Sasha and Not!Sasha!! Wild stuff.
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