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anxiousnerdwritings · 11 months

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How would Sirius react to Bellatrix's Biological!Child!reader getting sorted into Gryffindor? Even better, how does Bellatrix react when she finds out her most treasured child (more like object) is a Gryffindor? I can see her either completely glossing over it or giving reader the ol' burn-them-off-the-family-tree-and-disown-them treatment (times 100). Either way, I feel like there's a good chance Sirius will be joining reader's custody battle when he finds out lol

I don’t think yan!mom!Bellatrix would really acknowledge it too much but there would be slight disappointment in her child not being in Slytherin. She would probably be reminded of Sirius when she first finds out about her child being sorted into Gryffindor and she would immediately be untrusting of any and all of her child’s housemates. The only people she could bring herself to tolerate being around her child would be the Slytherin kids. I like the idea of Bellatrix having not been sent to Azkaban after having her precious child, like maybe once her child are brought into the world she put her all her time and focus into them and only them, entrusting the torture of the Longbottoms to Rodolphus, Rabastan and Barty because she didn’t want to part from her child for anything which in turn would result in her not being arrested for it leaving her to be Abel to be in her child’s life this whole time. If that were the case then I could definitely see Bellatrix sending the Reader a howler but it’s not directed towards the Reader but towards their new housemates. She’s definitely threatening them and their entire family tree all the while you can hear Narcissa in the background trying to calm her sister down and throwing in a positive message to the Reader and making sure to tell them to spend time with Draco and that he’s there if they need anything at all.

Also, Bellatrix totally would interrogate her child when they came home for break about their housemates and the ones who especially wormed their way into befriending her beloved child. She wants all their names, their family’s names, their addresses; everything pertaining to them she wants to know. And you can bet she isn’t allowing her child to visit any of their friends, even if they were in Slytherin. Once her child is back in her possession she isn’t letting go for anything. I mean Narcissa would already have to fend off Bellatrix just to be able to send the Reader back to school. Don’t even get me started on how she would be when it came to seeing the Reader off at the train station.

Regarding Sirius, I think his first reaction would be finding it completely ironic that Bellatrix’s child would be in Gryffindor like him. I think that alone would lead him to think that her child shares a similar personality to himself or something of the sort that connects them like that which in turn would cause him to worry about the safety of the Reader. His mother had been dreadful towards him in so many ways, he can only imagine how Bellatrix is or will be with her own child, especially after this. Sirius would definitely want to meet his cousin’s child and see what they’re really like, whether they take after Bellatrix in any way, shape, or form, or if they are much more akin to himself as he believes they are. He certainly would believe that the child deserves someone much more deserving than Bellatrix to be their parent and he’s more than willing to fill that role. I think it would especially sell it for him if the Reader was friends with Harry, maybe even to the point of becoming the Sirius to Harry’s James. He’d absolutely adore being able to raise both Harry and the Reader together. I can definitely see Sirius wanting to be to the Reader what the Potter family had been to him, especially once he ran away.

Sidenote; but I really love the idea of yan!mom!Bellatrix raising her Hufflepuff!child. I can imagine that with her extreme coddling and overprotectiveness/overpossessiveness, as well as Narcissa’s own added coddling and overprotectiveness, it would lead the child to having grown up much more sheltered and maybe seeing the way their mother was resulted in them being the exact polar opposite. Like, her child is warm, sweet, shy, kind, friendly, and just overall everything Bellatrix isn’t and can’t even try to feign being. I can’t help but imagine Bellatrix trying to get her child to become more like her but it taking no real effect whatsoever leaving her to be fiercely protective of her little cinnamon roll puff of a bby.

#anxious answers #yandere bellatrix lestrange #yandere sirius black #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter concept #yandere concept

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Weekend Update 03/10/2024

Made it another week Nerdie.

That I did. I believe today is Sunday. Too much time in this chair. I think I slept in it before. Too many times.

Nerdie, don't you have a bed?

I do, I don't always make it there. I've usually zoned out and nodded off, the wake up when my neck hurts. 👀 I'm not always writing either, just thinking sometimes.

Couldn't you think in bed Nerdie?

I could, but I don't. That sounds like a good idea. My ideas aren't always great. But I did have a few this week.

My March Spring Prompts continue. I was able to do ten of them without repeating a character! 🤗 This upcoming week we'll see some Pedro peeps come back. Key words: gas station sushi, angst, oil and bath. Remember this is Nerdie 😎, it could be any and everything, but my prompts are mature and not explicit. I do write about some heavy subjects, fluff, a few giggles, and have some innuendos, but my main masterlist is 78% smut so just go there.

The WIP I’d been mentioning for the last few weeks or months (could be either) is finished and posted : Diddle your Dieter to Disco. My first Dieter smut actually which is hilarious at least to me. 🤣 The rest of his Masterlist is fairly fluffy. I would check the warnings on it, I put a lot in it. 👀

Part Two of my series The Lake Between Us is up. Make sure to read the warnings. Ezra introduction has a lot going on. It's an AU so he has both arms but that doesn't mean I didn't torture him other ways. 👀 I do love that ya'll love the taglist name "Taste-testers of Ezra's gumbo." 😆

I finally wrote the follow up to He told me his name called She made me feel. I think I enjoy mentally torturing Pedro characters at this point. Poor Din is so anxious and touch-starved. As always with Din = HANDS. A Nerdie staple. This is The Way.

Now for everyone's favorite (and mine): Fic recommendations!!! (Yes I did type and do a little yell, fanfics are serious. Pfft.) 😄

Confetti by @secretelephanttattoo (Marcus Pike x f reader) The Quiet Moments Collection

Adrift with you by @morallyinept (Frankie Morales x Jude OFC) The Prologue “I’m behind”’😭

A Real Man by @pedroshotwifey (Frankie Morales x female plus size reader) my request - stay self indulgent everyone! 🥰

Tick by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Frankie Morales x wife reader) The Mistress of Angst!

A Bronx Tale: Part Deux - A Chicago Tale by @justabovewater20 (SydCarmy)

Love’s a weed: just ripe by @tinytinymenace (Frankie Morales x ofc - Ruby) Fruits are essential.

Second Chances part 2 by @pedroscurls (Marcus Pike x fem reader) Such a cute series 💕

Cigarettes After Sex by @immarocketman (Awesome artist I follow. 💜)

Promise by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Ezra - dragon x fem reader) The only Pedro character that can pull off being a dragon. 🐉

Please Mister Please by @grogusmum (Joel Miller x fem reader) The fluff 🥹💕

Unconventional Location by @winniethewife (Abel Morales x fem reader)

Personal Shopper by @huntingingoodwill (Dieter Bravo x reader)

Enjoy the Silence by @strang3lov3 (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Spicy Ask #68 by @kewwrites (Din Djarin x reader) Say it with me: HANDS 🙌🏼!!!!

Reminder by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Tim Rockford x fem reader) Sometimes good things happen in Tim’s office.

Forever Starts With You Masterlist (Frankie Morales x chubby fem reader) @criticallyacclaimedstranger I loved all three parts I read 🥰🥰 (A Good Start, A Strong Finish and A New Beginning). It looks like there more to their story so much more reading for me. ❤️

some good friend by @covetyou (Tim Rockford x fem reader) TIM DESERVED THIS ❤️ That is all.

Sanctuary by @thefrogdalorian (Din Djarin x GN reader) Din fluff forever. 🤗

We got your back chapter 1 by @softpascalito (Javier Peña x fem reader)

The Sweetest Melody by @noisynaia (Din Djarin x afab reader)

Rise by @sp00kymulderr (Joel Miller x afab reader) ALL THE FEELS 😭

Falling for you by @fhatbhabie (Joel Miller x plus size reader) Part One - The drama!

Just look at You by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Poe Dameron x fem reader) The Poe Dameron smut we deserve. 🍆

Chapter 3 - Here’s a health to the company… and one to my Boss… by @inept-the-magnificent (Tim Rockford x ofc Jane Nebbie) I just think about this series and I start giggling. Sunshine Nebbie and grump Tim - he is a super grump. But he is also me. 🤣

To the Flame chapter 6.5 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) So sweet out of context.

To the Flame chapter 9 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) The slow decent begins...we're just at the start of the ride. 😈

Between the Sheets by @saturn-rings-writes (William Tell x fem reader) Reminded me of an Isley Brothers song. I feel like we're headed toward that song. Please with this direction.

Hiccup by @morallyinept (Javier Gutierrez x fem reader) A whimpering Javi G. What an evening. 😘

A New Home by @charethcutestory02 (Frankie Morales x Benny Miller) Budding feelings. 🤗

Special shout out to Ms. Payday - Le Poet and lover of da words: @maggiemayhemnj They seek her out, have brunches and nightcaps. It's what all writers long for. She checked in on me along with @megamindsecretlair @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @lady-bess

I've been not as active - mainly due to work, school, and the insomnia. But still writing. 😄 priorities. lol

New appreciation for Javier Pena. well not new, re-newed. Maybe am working on a few things. None are good, none are final. Still need polishing. Also need to give Javi G's outline another look. I might...👀 have a chapter for him this week. I hope. @goodwithcheese was pleased with this. @undercoverpena was Luke-warm. I think she thought I was taking something, but if Javi P has shown us anything, sharing is caring. 😘

Stay well, sleep in your bed (unless you're planning not to) and be hydrated,

Love Nerdie 💕

#weekend update #Nerdie's weekend update #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #joel miller #frankie morales #dieter bravo #the mandalorian #nerdie fic rec #fic recommendation #marchficmadness24

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dyns33 · 1 year

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A bit jealous

Another Dream x Hob!Reader

Even if he refused to admit it, Y/N had very quickly noticed that Morpheus was a jealous, proud and possessive being.

In a way, this was quite normal since he was a millennial, eternal creature, a king ruling over his kingdom and his subjects with care, therefore feeling responsible for them and doing everything to keep them safe. Their happiness was a plus, and their love was not a necessity, even if he smiled shyly when he felt that Lucienne or Matthew really cared about him.

Obviously, since they were together, Y/N could not escape this primary need for control and protection.

Morpheus didn't hate his dear lover's friends, but he was suspicious of them, wanting to make sure they were worthy of her, that they weren't going to put her in dangerous situations, and above all that they weren't going to hurt her.

Secretly, he also had a vicious fear that she would prefer the company of one of them to his own. Because even if they were both more or less immortal, it was not enough for a couple to work, and he was confident that he had many faults. His previous relationships had cruelly demonstrated this to him.

"Nobody is perfect." Y/N had reassured him. "Not you, not me, no one. There are bound to be times when we disagree, when we argue. It's happened before. But I love you. You love me. With patience and dialogue, everything can be arranged. I'm not going to leave with someone else just because you annoyed me a little."

"I have often heard that I have no patience, let alone the capacity for dialogue."

"No, boss, I said you had little capacity for dialogue, but sometimes you can find the right words."

"Thank you Matthew."

"Well, I would have enough patience for both of us then."

This reassured the master of dreams a bit, even though he continued to be jealous of her friends, and of the time she spent in the waking world, away from him. He sometimes visited her because he missed her too much, and to please her, although he was not comfortable, away from his kingdom.

Things weren't necessarily better when Y/N was wandering around the Dreaming. Because while he cared for his subjects, Morpheus also grew jealous of the attention his lover gave them.

Lucienne, Mervyn, Abel, Cain, Goldy, all the dreams and nightmares she had had , they all felt their creator's cold, accusing gaze on their backs, which made them tremble.

Of course, he didn't say anything, he didn't punish them, that would have been absurd. He just sulked, the rain falling for hours in the Dreaming, until Y/N finally came back to him.

"You're ridiculous." she said each time, smiling and kissing him.

"And you spend a lot of time with my subjects. Which is a good thing, I'm glad you like them, and they like you. But sometimes you spend more time with them than with me. Like Matthew. Here and in the waking world."

"Remind me who asked him to watch me ?"

"That doesn't mean he necessarily has to talk to you."

"Poor thing, I'm not going to leave him out in the cold when he could be next to me on the couch. And before you say it should be you on the couch, that's not his fault if you are busy in your palace."

Y/N was certainly Matthew's favorite human, who had decided that she was the best partner his boss had ever had, even if he hadn't met any of the other. It didn't seem necessary to him, the others had left, while Y/N was still there, which was already an immense proof of her love for his great, but silly boss.

If he loved her so much, it was because he saw how happy the couple was, but also because the immortal woman took the time to listen to him, kept his secrets and did her best to reassure him. when he thought he was not a good raven.

If he couldn't be as good as Jessamy, and therefore not be Morpheus' favorite, he could be Y/N's favorite, and that was enough.

Seeing how more serene his raven seemed with his lover, Dream didn't try to separate them.

A friendship he had more difficulty accepting was the one she had with Hob Gabling. The project of his dear sister was a handsome, charming, funny man. Although it was yet another thing he refused to admit, he liked him. Which was a problem, because he considered him to be a real threat.

As an immortal, charismatic, and celibate man, Hob could please Y/N, and Morpheus regretted introducing them.

These fears never went away, but Hob never attempted anything with his lover. Respectful and polite, he told her about his experience as an none dying human, asking her what she had been through. They realized that they could often have crossed paths.

Soon they were like brother and sister, which was a good thing. Except when Hob behaved like a big brother.

"I hope Morpheus treats you well. We sometimes talk about it with Death, and he can be really insufferable. I tried to be his friend once, and he left looking constipated. Because he's emotionally constipated. Sometimes I'm sure I see him in my dreams, staring at me with a scary look."

"Morpheus..."

"I'm not necessarily in all the dreams, there's no proof that it's actually me."

"He ever told you about Shakespeare ? I need to tell you about Shakespeare."

"It's late, we should go my love." Dream said standing up, putting his coat on her shoulders because it was cold, that he knew she liked his coat that contained the galaxy, and that he liked to see her wearing his clothes.

"I'll tell you another time !"

That night, it snowed in the Dreaming, which made all its inhabitants panic. Snow wasn't really a good thing, even worse than rain or storm.

Lucienne ran up to Morpheus, who was standing on the balcony, with Y/N.

"My Lord... Are you all right ?"

"Yes, why ?"

“It... It's snowing ?"

"Oh, yes, sorry." Y/N answered with bright eyes. "There won't be any snow in my town this year, so Morpheus is giving me some here."

Like a child seeing snow for the first time, the immortal woman then turned her attention back to the snowflakes, while the Master of Dreams only had eyes for her, smiling tenderly at her excitement.

This moved the librarian a little, as well as the other dreams. Only Mervyn complained, because he was the one who was going to have to clean up. Even though it was nice that the boss was happy, he didn't have to put snow everywhere !

There remained Dream's family.

The beings who annoyed him the most in the world and for whom he was ready to do anything, because family was sacred, even when he wanted to kill some of his siblings.

Destiny never sought to meet Y/N, which was normal because the eldest of the Endless never got involved in anything. This reassured Dream, while saddening him a bit. He wished his brother had shown some interest in his lover, indicating that she was as special as he thought.

It was natural for Death to become friends with Y/N. Since Death became friends with almost everyone, and she was the one who offered her immortality to please his brother.

Morpheus was always scared when they were together. He was afraid that his sister would say embarrassing things about him, but also that she would decide to take back her gift. She had promised she wouldn't unless Y/N asked her to, but anything could happen.

So he was never far away when they met, trembling when his sister touched Y/N, and hoping he showed her enough love that she never wanted to leave this world.

Since he was happy, Desire, Despair and Delirium had to try to ruin everything by approaching the source of his happiness. Morpheus would never understand the behavior of the youngest members of their family, their childishness, and the need they had to harm him.

He went to see each of them in turn to remind them that their quarrel should not affect other people, and that if they hurt Y/N, or tried to separate them, they would be in serious trouble.

This somewhat calmed Delirium and Despair, who just wanted to have fun teasing him, but were smart enough to be afraid of his wrath. He wasn't sure Desire had listened to what he was saying.

Once, it was obvious that Y/N had encountered Destruction. This startled all of the Endless, who turned their attention to her, much to Morpheus' chagrin.

"What do you mean, you think you've met my brother ?" he asked her slowly, feeling the gaze of the others on them.

"Well, Lucienne was telling me about him, describing me as he was, his behavior, and I remembered that one day I met a guy who looked like that."

"That doesn't mean he was my brother."

"It was during a war, in Eastern Europe. According to the years, either he hadn't left yet or it had just happened, I'm not sure. I was walking around the world, avoiding attracting attention, and while I was in a bar, he offered me a drink. He said, 'for an intrepid traveler, who has come a long way for a long time and who must need to breathe a little'. He added that he knew someone like that, his brother. That I would no doubt like him and that it would do him good to meet me for a chat, at least once in a while. "

"... You met my brother." sighed Morpheus, who used all his powers to prevent the others from entering his kingdom and asking Y/N a lot of useless questions.

"He was nice. Very tall too. Are you all taller than humans ?"

"No. Only when we want to be."

"He said he was going to miss you, but he couldn't stay."

Dream said nothing. He had never understood Destruction's departure. It was selfish of him to abandon his kingdom like this.

"I think I understand." Y/N then said, shaking her head.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but it would surprise me."

"Death explained to me about your jobs, and what happens if one of you dies. They are replaced, and the new one is not really new. You, but not you. Your brother was tired after a long road. He wanted to rest, while seeing that the world was destroying itself very well on its own. But he didn't want to die, and become someone else. So he left, and yes it's a little selfish, and he never said that you have to do the same. We saw what happened when you were locked up, it's not possible for you to leave, and it's sad in a way. But he's no longer there, and there is always war, wickedness, chaos. He saw that it would not be a problem for him to leave, except for his family."

The explanation was convincing, but Morpheus didn't really listen to it. He just realized that his brother had spoken more with Y/N than with him, and that made him a bit jealous. And maybe it had been easier to talk to a stranger, easier because Dream had refused to hear what he had to say, easier because Destruction knew who she was and she would mediate.

But he was jealous, jealous of his brother for buying his lover a drink when she wasn't his yet and he was too stupid to come and see her more than once every hundred years, and jealous of Y/N, who had been able to see Destruction for the last time.

"... I can be a bit proud, jealous and possessive."

"A bit ?! Boss, you..."

"Matthew." Y/N muttered, gently shooing him away. "It's good to admit it, Dream. It's a step in the right direction !"

"I have no intention of changing that."

"It's still good." she repeated with a forced smile, visibly disappointed, but still thinking that he was adorable.

There had already been a lot of changes since Morpheus' return, and since he had been dating Y/N. It wasn't so bad if he didn't change more, as long as he could control himself and just stare at people in their dreams.

#Sandman #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus imagine #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction

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laylaisthename · 1 year

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ILW // Here they are! All 7 different end cards you can get in the many many more variations of the niche endings available in the game.

Google Drive Link to the cgs here

I am beyond honored to have been allowed to leave my own mark in the game like this, and honestly never in a million years expected to actually become involved with the game.

Everyone is fine to use these as phone backgrounds but if you do youre legally required to tell me which one is your favorite.

Putting it under the cut for length, but here's a breakdown of each card;

Starting with the Evil!MC end cards, that are lovingly dubbed Judas' Kiss if you stayed with Matty, or Scorched Earth for MC's solo end.

The images really mostly speaks for themselves; the flaming heart, hand in atrocious hand if you chose to share the power with Matthias, but then when you put it next to the solo end is where it got fun for me. The heart is broken, its just you now, but the glowing eyes are smiling. My first time testing the judas kiss route I did not hestiate for a second to hit "kill him"

Next is the death card

I really liked the idea of (if your mc wasnt a huge dick anyway) that they give you a grave outside the cave, something for people to leave Rowan flowers and gifts. A classic grave didnt quite feel like it fit so I settled on a cairn. It felt very fitting with the Power being a respect for nature and such. I set it to be at night, with moonlight streaming down on the grave to give it a melancholic sort of feeling, with the sun charm sunny gives you strung off it, and then placed flowers at the grave to kinda show that people have come by because they care about Rowan. Meanings for the flowers are below and while not canon, I like to think each of the LI's left behind one of them; red roses from Abel, blue violets from Amalia, sunflowers from Lincoln and the marigolds from Joss, though really they were all chosen more generally.

Onto the blood end card! Which I named New Horizons, and not because of animal crossing. A winding road in the mountains at sunset; the road has been long, it has been hard and now youre choosing to move on. Symbolically what i wanted this card to be is that feeling of leaving everything behind. The sun is setting on your old life as you go to embrace the normal life that Blood MC wants so much. Youre on the top road moving around the bend, not sure where life will take you but that's alright, you have the rest of your life to look forward to figure out where you'll go.

Onto my own canon end; the Mixed end!

Lovingly called "Best of Both Worlds" because mixed rowan is playing that hannah montanna life. More seriously; this card in contrast to the blood end is not about leaving everything behind, but embracing what you are. The card itself is set at dawn to contrast this; soft yellows and pinks, morning dew and fog clinging to the forest floor with a streak of Power playfully dancing among the trees. Its the dawn of a new day, seeing everything in new light after the darkness of the past weeks/years rowan spent trying to understand themselves. It's my personal favorite end even if my mc and Linc gotta do long distance for a while. But to me its about accepting yourself; moving on from the grief of losing your family without alienating yourself from your memories of them and embracing that Power side of yourself without being changed by it. The life you built after being ressurected is your own and no one can take that from you.

Next up my almost canon end, that does live rent free in my mind because I love angst.

Closed gate shadow end, Far, Far away (yes this is a shrek/starwars/nerd refrence); its a fairly straight forward card, thought it does have one of my personal favorite little details. This is the second draft I made of it after this scene from Lincoln's shadow goodbye stuck with me; looking up through the trees at the night sky.

I really wanted to hide an eye shaped constellation in the stars but couldnt make it look good sadly :sob: But my favorite little detail are the fireflies and how some of them are cyan; touched by the power Rowan is now again a part of. Not canon, but I like to think these little cyan fireflies come to sit on the LI's heads next they wander too close to the woods (Fireflies by Owl City starts playing).

Shadow end is just. Its so beautiful really. From sharing your experiences with the wisps, how Rowan's wisp has been changed by their time as a person, how despite their grief they are not sad or unhappy, melancholic yes but this is where you want to be. Its a cosmic love, the joy of having lived, coming inside on a cold winter day to find your home warm and inviting, your family waiting for you to tell them about your day. The card itself is a little whimsical, hopeful despite the closed gate that the power will forever be part of the world, even if its been cut off. And this brings us to the other shadow ending card; the flower

Eternal Bloom, a ghostly hand reaching out to hand this flower over to the world, a final gift, a final goodbye. Maybe a promise of "I'll see you soon" but first and foremost, it is a promise of love.

Thats right babes. Its all about Love. Unfading Love.

symbolically there isnt anything hidden in the card, but thats also in part of it at face value telling you all you need to know; its about love! its a gift, for you, to remember me by. You have not forgotten me, and even changed as I am, I have not forgotten you. Rowan's change in personality after merging shadow was sooooo heart breaking tbh but ITS SO GOOD. You found joy in what you were, but its time to come home, take off your coat, hang it up, take off your shoes.

And it is all about love! All these cards (well, not all of them) were for me made from the heart, trying to keep in line for the different themes each end resolves to give the players something to remember each route by.

To anyone that made it this far, let me know which one is your canon card/which card you like best! And im kissing you on the lips I love rambling about my thoughts and if you got to here then you deserve a reward. So.

#ilw #it lives within #it lives within spoilers #art #but seriously i will forever remember these last 4 months #it was soooo much fun seeing my name in the credits #also fun fact! I made male harper's outfit!!!#and reb picked it but i also did the colors for female harpers #we wanted them to match #and i liked the red bc it reminds me of their power fit

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suncaptor · 11 months

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hi! i hope you don't mind me asking, but i need a certified opinion on sam winchester and you seemed like the person to go to :D

could you rec me some good sam-centric fic & character studies? preferably for early seasons or pre-series?

i'm showing spn to a friend and they like sam a lot, but we are both. somewhat afraid to go into the tag lol. so I figured you could have something nice bookmarked or there's maybe a rec list i dont know about.

thanks!

Okay I actually mostly read later seasons Sam stuff (or at least s5+) because the more trauma the better <3 but here are some that are either sam studies that include earlier stuff or earlier/preseries (like kripke era)

DO check trigger warnings! since these are (mostly) pre hell (and I would not read w*) they aren't as bad as some of the sam & lucifer fics I'd share, but some still have different potentially triggering themes (like addiction, suicide, etc, so please just be careful! I'm assuming you can check the tags on ao3 <3)

also some are 18+, not sure your age but I don't personally want my followers talking to me about nsfw content if they are minors. so be wary around that too, but they're all outer links so ao3 will have them rated/stop you etc.

Sam w/ OCD rec list & my old Sam rec list

samjess

Sunlight by sp8ce, samjess

The first time Sam tastes blood it's human blood, and it feels like shame and the closest he has been to truly human wrapped up in one. He's never been so safe and in love. The second time it's electric and consuming. He has nothing left, but the desire to chase the power and hold on to the objective of revenge, only still connected at her touch. The third time, he's pretty sure it will kill him, burn him like purifying light from the inside out. --- An exploration of Sam and consuming blood. This work is the first time: with Jessica Moore.

also if you like samjess sp8ce has later seasons ghost samjess too<3

sam & john

the type who doesn't burn by patrocluus

On a late October afternoon in 1997, John Winchester takes his son out into the woods and puts a bullet between his eyes.

make a mirror out of you by sp8ce - john kills jess (it's john pov though)

The thing about Jessica's death is that it makes Sa,m understand John more than anything else ever could and choose everything John's ever wanted Sam to choose. Azazel always seems to have John's silhouette.

sam / gen or multi

This Is the Way (The World Ends) by Lise

In Georgia hunting a skinwalker, Dean saw Sam. AU. Like, really.

Weblike Causality by sp8ce

Which came first? The fear or the inevitability?

instrument by sp8ce

Sam Winchester grasps with his own personhood.

Polaroid Sun Picture by sp8ce

Sam has been stalked his whole life in order to be manipulated into an instrument of his worst fears. He has no privacy to himself. He has no defence.

therefore I react by sp8ce

for a while, in the cage, all Sam sees is a tree.

(okay so I've tried to not give you any lucifer stuff but this one is a sam & learnt helplessness thesis for connecting past & present)

This Kid's Not Alright by safiyabat

What exactly did Sam get up to at Bobby's while Dean was at Sonny's? When John makes a very odd request of the older hunter, Bobby takes the boy into his home for a few months. It isn't an easy time for either of them.

the easy way out and the hardest part by queenbaskerville

Sam would rather die than be Lucifer's vessel. Lucifer will just resurrect him now, but there was a time before the seals were broken—a time before Sam broke the seals. To save the world, to save Dean—Sam knows what he has to do.

The Special Children by TheMightiestPen

After Dean reveals his Dad’s last words, he asks Sam to lay low for a while. This time, Sam says no. This time, Sam goes all in in his search for the other kids like him. S2 AU, for spnhiatuscreations on tumblr for week 5: favorite season.

sam & dean

Dear Abel by lowkey_existential_despair (it has samjess/early sam&dean basis okay)

It wasn’t always like this, is the thing. There used to be a time when caring about Dean was more than just a habit. There was a time, once, when seeing Dean with demon-black eyes would’ve been the worst thing in the world. But that was a long time ago. Now, he looks at this black-eyed version of Dean—wrapped in layers of chains, in pain, sobbing quietly—and he feels nothing. Nothing at all.

Purify by cenotaphy

"We know what happens when Sam drinks demon blood.

…but what happens when Sam drinks angel blood?"

Set at the end of season 4, before Sam gets out of the panic room.

Hell Fractal by sp8ce

Sam's last real memory is of Dean stabbing him after he let Lucifer out. Sam keeps, with varying levels of memory and awareness, waking up in the panic room. With Dean needing to kill him.

Man-in-the-middle by ambersock (who has some lovely fics <3)

Sam hears the driver’s side door open, hears footsteps approaching. He remembers that Dean still has Ruby’s demon-killing blade. Yet another voicemail fix-it.

The Choice by authoressnebula (authoressjean)

(this author has other early seasons sam&dean stuff)

One gun. One bullet. It's up to Sam and Dean to decide who will shoot the bullet…and who will die.

it’s not that i think i’m good, i know i’m evil by redskyatmorning

(author has good later seasons Sam stuff as well)

The conversation that leads up to Sam ending up in the panic room, again, to detox from demon blood.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, and Quite Forget by Lise

You've seen isolation before, but not like this. It's not quite another hemisphere, but it's close enough.

Catharsis by BlueIris08

Sam copes with learning of Dean's promise to John in the classic Winchester way--with alcohol. Or, the drunken, angsty post-Croatoan/Hunted scene that didn't happen.

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right by WilsonTheMoose

In which Sam gets beaten up (rookie), Dean mentions the voicemail (idiot), and nothing really changes (figures). Fits into the first episode of season 5. For an anonymous prompt on tumblr asking for Dean hitting Sam in the earlier seasons. This is not quite what you wanted anon, sorry.

yeah, well, i don't want to by AreYouReady

He didn't do it on purpose. / Dean sabotages Jess's warding in pilot

Comets, Stars, Haunted Houses, and Other Things Best Observed from a Hundred Million Miles Away by occasionallyalways

See also: violent deaths; apologies; lightning. Or; Something happened in the panic room. Something went wrong. Dean finds out six years later.

sambrady

One to Save You by sp8ce

If Brady needs Sam, he'll be there immediately.

The Piece You're Missing by sp8ce

Brady can't seem to figure out why Sam won't give up on him. They have a conversation where he tries to dissect and understand why.

Out by TheMightiestPen (also sam&dean)

A god-possessed witch reveals a secret that Sam’s been keeping for a long time. The brothers handle it like mature, well-adjusted adults, for once.

sastiel

Grace (made perfect in weakness) by Sidewoundcore (CherryHollow)

After he is freed from the panic room, Castiel, rather than Ruby, is the first person to find Sam. In the end, it changes nothing at all.

atrophy & other stories by saintsurvivor

early seasons sastiel that is sam centric

Monster by Ginipig (voicemail fic so mostly sam&dean)

After everything that happened between him and Dean with the breaking of the final seal, Sam is having trouble moving on. Dean's weird, sort-of helpful angel friend wants to know why.

Not that it's any of his damned business.

Comfort by Never_x_Better

Sam's being tormented by Lucifer and Castiel just wants to help him. Nightmares, blood addiction, hallucinations, and fluff ends up leading the two friends down an interesting path.

Wishing Is Cold This Year by Lise

Dean has his head rather determinedly up his ass, so it falls to Castiel to take this one. Post 5.03ish.

what did you bury / before those hands pulled me from the earth? by starlightswait

It’s the strangest thing. Sam’s in the Cage. And then he’s not.

(technically post kripke but it's my favourite sastiel <;3)

Ruby Red by sp8ce (also samruby but I don't read or write a lot of samruby)

An exploration of Sam and consuming blood. This work has Sam reminiscing on Ruby. He then has more blood forced upon him by some hunters who think they can purify him. (can be read standalone or in series)

#fic rec #fanfiction #writing #sam winchester #sammy #spn #supernatural #fic #incoherents #wow that took hours. making rec lists is a time warp #also there are some of my beautiful mutuals who write beautiful later seasons fic. if i didn't include you it's cause I'm focusing earlier

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 7 months

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Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Five: A Night of Great Love

I'm not a professional yada yada yada, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping. More beneath the cut as usual. Also just a heads-up, this one's got spoice so it will be slightly nsfw (nothing too explicit but like, it's there).

The title says it all for this one (did I go soft? maybe a little bit don't look at me). Here we go!

Comte: We’re finally alone. [KISS SOUND] Now you’re all mine…for putting up with it…I’d like you to praise me for not touching you until we got back to our room. From now on I’ll be doing away with the gentleman’s facade…and I’ll spoil you rotten. …I won’t hide it anymore. My feelings for you, my love, my instincts as a man…

What a way to start this track out like thanks I'm already inches from having my way with him, sweet words be damned.

"Praise me for not touching you until we got back to our room." DISAGREE YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN GROPING--

Mn [KISSES]…come now…say it. I told you long before what my name was… …That’s right. Good girl. My name, Abel, means void/emptiness… When my eternal life was at its most unbearable, I wondered at what an ironic name it was. But now, when you say my name…I get the strangest feeling, one I’ve never felt before. At the very least, it feels more important/meaningful than before.

It seemed out of the question that I could ever love my name. …You changed everything. Not just my name. The meaning of the word eternity and future, and the joy of loving someone…you’ve taught me all the happiness of being loved. …So you must accept mine in return. Accept what? Of course…my love-- -----

These are all things that were revealed in the main story route, so nothing really new here. Love the good girl bit tho and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭 "You've taught me all the happiness of being loved." AND I WILL FOREVER MUAH MUAH ABEL

(KISS SOUND) Tonight I intend to make you call my name until your voice is hoarse/wretched… (MORE KISSES) About vampires…no, I’ll teach you all about men. (why not BOTH--) I’ll teach you every pleasure you don’t know. There’s no need for fear, all you have to do is leave everything to me. Haah (KISSES MANY OF THEM)…everywhere I touch you, you react so sweetly… Sweet, gorgeous, and dense like a noble flower…it makes me want to steal you for my own right away…

Love that my only protest to all of this is "who says you're the only one gonna be doing any touching" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I waited nearly three years for you Abel don't try me rn

Also I know that last line is a bit strange, but that's about as much as I could decipher--it was one of those trickier lines that seemed to have a kind of metaphorical/idiomatic element to it. I think it might be speaking to the larger metaphor in Ikevamp of humans being like flowers who either wither or are eternally preserved basically, not unlike her wedding gift to him.

If I were to bite you here and now…in exchange for that momentary pain, you would know unimaginable pleasure. …What’s with that expectant gaze? Are you testing me? …What a naughty woman you are, to stir up a vampire--and a pureblood, no less. Are you…sure you’re ready for an endless life and endless pleasure? …Mn…haah (KISSES) …It’s all right. I don’t really want to bite you. …I just wanted to give you a little lesson on how dangerous it can be to toy with a vampire.

Respectfully MC is a stronger woman than me, if he pulled this shit on me I'd be a vamp tomorrow, we are not the same. Although in fairness I do appreciate that he respects her hesitation

(KISSES) Mn…ah…that was such…a cute sound you just made… Every time we kiss, you just get rosier and sweeter…Seriously, how far do you plan to test my limits before you’re satisfied? I’m burning up…I want to make love to you, be so deep inside you (and melt away)… Mn (KISSES)…ha…ah, the sweet scent is getting stronger… If we go on like this, I’m not sure I can play around much longer…I feel like I’m losing my mind. …You shouldn’t let a foolish man like me take advantage of you any further. For now, I’ll accept just this much.

Okay but like. Can we talk about that last line in the former bit and the first one in this bit because. MC do we have a kink for Comte being a little dark and sexy vampire hours? Because YEET SAME AAAAAAAAAAA

Consider me well and seduced, v hot for me 👀💅🏼 Although asjkhldgldsjhg this highkey makes me want to tease him so badly, he just seems so reactive

That last line I think was supposed to be an extension of the self-deprecation from the last track, and tbh it made me v sad :< don't fret Comte, I'm here because I wanna be ;-; nothing wrong with being a little needy

…I want you…I really want you…I mean it. …Touch me, and see for yourself. …You know what I mean, don’t you? My heart is racing, desperate for you. Unable to resist every flagrant urge, I take the woman I love… The more I touch your smooth skin, the more difficult it becomes to resist that pleasure… That’s why it’s so hard for me to hold back.

Like. If I try to describe how this makes me feel all I'm gonna do is bark, so I'm just gonna spare y'all that--

Also dying at that bit where he goes "touch me and see for yourself" because. Come on. We all know what we were thinking. And he was like "See? My heart's racing" I BET IT IS, COMTE. I BET. IT. IS. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

So now…mn…ahhh…haah… (I cannot convey to you the overwhelming eroticism of this voiced **cough** moaned **cough** line. It must be heard to be known and felt. --R.I.P Minnie, 2023) Instead of biting you, I’ll leave a sign of my desire here on your neck. …When we became lovers, you told me that you didn’t mind being beside me, even if I was hesitant. Trying to choose the right future, worrying until the last minute. Because if I do bite you, sink my fangs into this delicate flesh and grant you lifetimes…it’s something that only takes an instant. The moment I make up my mind, I can turn you right here and right now. To be with the woman I love whom I found in eternity, and to make her eternal with me…there is no sweeter temptation for me. But right now…I want to forget about the flow of eternity and indulge in happiness with you. …This time, let me give you a gentle kiss. (KISS) Mn…Even if I can suppress the bloodlust, I can’t hold back my love for you any longer. Tonight, I want to know every part of you more deeply than ever… I want to be deep inside you…I want us to seek each other and to make you mine. (GET IT TIGER) The night is still long. I’ll give you as much as you want, so that you don’t even have a moment to breathe.

More barking, also -> "To be with the woman I love whom I found in eternity, and to make her eternal with me…there is no sweeter temptation for me." this is what hope looks like. I'm gonna tell my kids this was the twilight saga KIDDING but fr 🙏🏼 my hopes and dreams epitomized.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp mc #not incorrect quotes #honestly this one speaks for itself #just grab a glass of wine and enjoy yall #comte: but i need to hide the vampy qualities #me: DIAL IT BACK UP GET BACK HERE #there's just smth so...hm #how to phrase it #ambrosial? about him being gentle/considerate but then the vampire switch flips #I love it for me #he's so romantic but also so ungodly attractive idek what to say #my standards are in shambles #how does anyone compare to [gestures in comte's general direction]#comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda

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kacievvbbbb · 9 months

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An interesting fallback that the supernatural writers like to use is the "Oh they were siblings" which could be lazy but is also kind of interesting because it unintentionally creates family units that the writers are never interested in exploring but are endlessly fascinating.

And it also creates a situation were Chuck (the in universe writer of almost everything) himself as a twin has never actually been alone, he came into existence and there was already someone else there. He doesn't really understand what it means to be one of a kind in the way something like Jack as the only archnepilm in existence would and you can see it in his work, with everything he creates there is always an accompaniment. Always a sibling. Always part of a set.

They touched on it briefly with the every set of siblings is just a mirror of Chuck and Amara thing. But it’s really interesting to think about because every story Chuck writes seems to be about two siblings and betrayal. Michael and Lucifer his eldest boys locked in an endless finger pointing match of who betrayed who first, destined for one to eventually kill the other, their relationship is practically unmendable but it is undeniable that love was there and in some ways it still is, but it is not enough to save them from their faith. Cain and Abel the first human brothers whose betrayal both stemmed from love but ultimately ended the same. And there’s something to be said about it always being the older sibling doing the killing.

Chuck many different ways through many different siblings plays out his relationship with his own sister. His most dearest twin, who betrayed him by continuously destroying the things he loved and who he is scared to admit he betrayed by locking her away. He writes these stories as if he is trying to understand, trying to convince himself that there was no other way that their story could have ended. And so it is endlessly fascinating that his most favorite story is one about the Winchester brothers. Sam and Dean who despite many perceived betrayals always seem to find their own way back to each other.

And as he watched their story unfold he had to grapple with the fact that maybe that is what siblinghood is. Maybe there is away to co-exist with the being you literally came into existence with. Maybe there will be betrayal but there can also be forgiveness. And that is endlessly fascinating

But that’s just the good supernatural that exists in my head.

#supernatural #chuck shurley #amara spn #god spn #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural doesn’t so much have good ideas as it trips and stumbles into the occasional earth shattering concept.

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okay I know we all love romantic DreamxHobxYoung!Immortal!Reader, BUT I saw a tiktok recently that gave me an idea. the video said something like "immortal character taking in magical character who has been rejected by their family and community and becoming their parental figure"

maybe it's a situation similar to jjk, where geto adopted those 2 girls who were being abused by their village for being sorcerers.

they don't have to be an actual kid though, they could be older since they'd still be wayyy younger than dream and hob lol

just dream and hob taking in this person who's been rejected by everyone and taking care of them and stuff (platonic soulmates maybe?)

(I have like a whole story about this in my head, but it includes yet another fandom so I'll leave it at this😅🤭)

Oh my god my heart my baby heart loves this so much 🥹🥰 found family? I’m sold I’m here for it

You were ostracized by your community by a young age, you were gifted with an affinity for magic and labeled a menace. You drifted along by yourself for a while mostly surviving until you crossed paths with a gentleman with a kind smile. Hob instantly knew you were in need, you had this broken and almost feral look in your eyes. It reminded him of his time after his family died and his town believed him to be a witch.

After some coaxing, he brought you to the New Inn and gave you a warm meal. And since then you always found yourself there. Maybe at first you tried to stay away, believing you are a monster. Your magic was wild, chaotic, and impossible to control no matter the effort you put into learning it. However, you enjoyed Hob’s company and he made you feel safe. And eventually, you met Dream.

Maybe you never told Hob and Dream your secret and past, but one day while in the Dreaming your magic spills out. It nearly toppled over the castle, and you tried to flee afterwards. But, Dream and Hob found you in Fiddler’s Green. Tears streaming down your face, you blurted out everything. You told them what people called you, your eternal life doomed to be alone given your cursed magic, how -

Hob will immediately cut you off, “No one is cursed to be alone.”

Hob and Dream will pour into how they will not leave you, how you aren’t alone anymore, and how they will do everything they can to help you.

“The Dreaming can be your home, you are always welcomed here,” Dream will say.

And you will stay. You will stay because you love it here and everyone - Dream, Hob, Lucienne, Matthew, Marv, Cain and Abel, Goldie - are your family.

Now here’s some snippets I think would be lovely:

Dream and Hob trying to help you control your magic but results in them being knocked around (more so in the beginning)

Dream will be your biggest teacher and supporter when learning your magic and may find some artifacts to help control (maybe he’ll make you a ruby necklace to contain some of your magic)

Hob will share stories of his past both the good and the bad

If you want a normal life in the Waking, Hob will gladly let you work at the inn

If you have nightmares especially of your past, Dream will be there to comfort you and apologize not meaning to upset you

Once you can control your magic, you will excitedly show off to Dream and Hob and they are so happy and proud of you

Dream and Hob will see a new light in your eyes that makes their heart feel so at ease

Just Dream and Hob becoming your home and them uplifting you constantly

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #robert gadling #hob gadling #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #hob Gadling x reader #hob x reader #Morpheus x reader x hob #Dream x reader x hob #x reader #platonic reader #anon #ask

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He's Gone (Adam X Wife Reader)

This is kinda my AU. I'm going to call it, 'Family Is Everything' (I'm still working on the name), where Adam's 2 sons, Cain and Abel managed to get into Heaven with their father, after Eve (The boys' mother) left them for Lucifer.

Losing Eve to Lucifer took a huge toll on Adam and their 2 sons, Cain and Abel. Adam just couldn't cope with the fact that his second wife, the mother of his children, left them for a demon. They were both so young when it happened (Maybe 4-6) (Thats what I like to think)

Things didn't get any better when Adam had to raise his children on his own. He wasn't a good father to them and would often forget who's who sometimes. Adam's family was in a broken state, and was headed for the direction of Hell, where Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve lived.

In a desperate attempt to save the first man's family. Heaven decided to create another woman. Adam's third and final wife (Y/N), but this time, Heaven took it slowly with her. She was created on Earth, but before she was introduced to Adam and his sons, she was taught by no-one other than the Seraphim, Sera herself.

She taught (Y/N) everything there was to know about Earth, and Sera even told her about Adam a few times.

(Y/N) was nothing but excited to meet Adam for when the time came. Even if he sounded like a complete jerk. She was always in a playful and joyful mood, and thanks to Sera's teachings, she was very smart and could solve a lot of problems in mere minutes, she was also taught to be faithful, and was well aware of Adam's past wives.

On the day that the 2 were supposed to finally meet, Sera told Adam, that he needed to take things slow with (Y/N), and if things didn't work out between them, Adam would remain as a single father for the rest of his life.

Luckily, he actually managed to listen for once, and took things slow with (Y/N), despite him being hesitant with her. "Hey, I'm Adam." He said as he waved at her shyly. (Y/N) smiled and waved back. "Hi! I'm (Y/N), but you can call me (N/N) if you like." (Y/N) extended her hand to Adam who was looking at it hesitantly. "It's so nice to finally meet you after all this time Adam. I have a great feeling that we will get along just fine." (Y/N) said with her best smile.

Adam did have to admit, (Y/N) was fricken' adorable. Hot even. The temptation he had to fuck her senseless was powerful, but he didn't want to lose her by scaring her off, possibly the last woman/wife he would ever receive until he died. So reluctantly, he took (Y/N)'s hand and shook it, as he promised himself to try and take it slow.

The 2 became acquaintances for the first few weeks, just casually seeing each other, then they became friends, by getting to know each other more and more. Then best friends, with them being inseparable, then started to have feelings for each other, they even confessed at the same time, and lastly, they became lovers.

Adam even felt like it was time for (Y/N) to finally meet his sons when they got together. But had the feeling that Cain and Abel wouldn't like (Y/N), since she wasn't their mother.

And his feelings were correct, Cain and Abel didn't like (Y/N) one bit, even though she had made them beautiful flower crowns with the finest flowers she could find in the garden, cooked them their favorite meals and treats, and showered them in love and attention.

Cain and Abel thought of (Y/N) as an evil demon, who was trying to ruin their family, since they did want their parents to get back together. Even though Adam had tried to talk to his sons' multiple times, they didn't listen.

Once (Y/N) learned about Cain and Abel's desire for their parents to get back together, she sat both of them down and explained that she was not trying to replace their mother, but rather be there for them, care for them, and to help them through their most difficult times.

That was all Cain and Abel wanted to hear, they started to like (Y/N) after that. Adam was beyond proud and relieved that his sons were warming up to (Y/N), he would sometimes even walk in on them playing fun games with each other that (Y/N) created.

He would never admit it, but he thought it was adorable.

But when Adam saw (Y/N) putting Cain and Abel to bed and kissing top of their heads, telling them how much she loved them. Adam then knew now that he wanted to marry (Y/N) more than ever, and she would be a good mother to his children, and he did just that. They both got married after 2 years of dating, and (Y/N) was officially a stepmother to Cain and Abel.

Even after Adam and (Y/N) got married, he still wasn't a good father, so (Y/N) basically had to raise them. But despite this, she was a great mother to Cain and Abel, loving them like they were her own, and a wonderful wife to Adam. Not because of all the amazing things that she would do for them, but because she made them better.

Once they all died, they went to Heaven, and that's when things had become a little bit easier with Adam's family. They would get along well, and were a perfectly happy family.

Heck. Adam even became less of an asshole when (Y/N) was around.

(NGL sometimes Sera would do the 'I wonder what (Y/N) would think about this behavior' whenever he misbehaves, that would get his attention)

After a few thousand years of being in Heaven, things got even better for Adam and his sons when (Y/N) told them that she was pregnant with Adam's third child.

He was beyond happy to hear that (Y/N) was having his baby, he would get to be a father again, and (Y/N) would be the mother. Cain and Abel were also excited to have a new baby brother or sister to play with.

Things were doing well for (Y/N)'s first trimester, Adam and the boys were setting up the nursery for the new baby to arrive. (Y/N) was thinking about names and was doing everything to keep herself healthy during the pregnancy.

But... in the middle of her second trimester, (Y/N) found out about Adam's job, he goes down to Hell and kills sinners. (Y/N), Cain, and Abel were in the courtroom when they found out.

Once the trial was over, (Y/N) grabbed the boy's arms, and flew out of the room, while Adam went after them. "(Y/N), boys! Wait!"

(Y/N) didn't listen and flew all the way home, holding her stepsons' hands. (Y/N) slammed the door open as she stomped inside of the house "Babe, just listen, I can explain." (Y/N) looked at Adam, "There is nothing to explain Adam! Those are human souls you are killing down there. And you do it for what? A thrill?"

(Y/N) was about to walk out of the room with Cain and Abel, but Adam grabbed (Y/N)'s shoulder and turned her around, forcing her to look at him. That's when (Y/N) let go of her children's hands and the married couple, had their first fight.

It went on for what felt like hours, Cain and Able were still in the room while the two fought. Adam noticed this, and angrily told them to go to their rooms, "You both go to your rooms, NOW!" (Y/N) snaped back at her husband's words. "Don't talk to them like that!"

The boys got so scared that they went over to (Y/N) and gripped at her robe for comfort, she noticed this and rubbed their heads gently. "It's okay boys, it's okay." The fight between the first man and his wife had gotten so heated; that Adam's mouth had spoken before his mind could.

"I don't even know why you care about them so much, they aren't your children, and I bet that you'll love that little unborn shit more than them when it arrives!" Adam said those words in a blind rage, but it hit (Y/N) like a ton of bricks.

The room stayed silent as Adam was rethinking on what he had just said, he wanted to apologize to her, but it was too late, and the damage was already done.

"Babe... I-I didn't mean to-" "How dare you." (Y/N) held her sons by their heads gently, rubbing them with her soft hands. "How dare you say that when I have been raising your children since your second wife left you!" Adam was in shock, (Y/N) didn't like bringing up his previous wives and rarely ever spoke about them.

"I have been there for them since we got together, I have been there for every birthday, school performance, their sporting events, I have broken up many sibling fights, I even stopped one of your sons from killing the other!"

Cain and Able winced at the time Cain tried to kill his brother because he was jealous of him, and he would have actually succussed at it if it weren't for (Y/N) coming in and stopping him in time.

"So, don't you tell me how that I don't love them when you have never even bothered to show up for anything in their lives." (Y/N) began to tear up. "And this kind of behavior makes me wonder if you will be there for our baby when they arrive."

Adam also began to tear up, everything that (Y/N) had said was true; he didn't know his kids at all, he didn't know what their likes and dislikes, how they were doing in school, their friends, hobbies. He didn't know anything about them, and with his third on the way; would he also do the same thing?

After the fight, (Y/N) and the boys left the room. She then packed up her and her stepsons' things and left the house with them, to stay with the Seraphim's: Sera, her old mentor, and Emily, the boy's friend. Adam said and did nothing to stop them, he thought that it was for the best to give them space and he needed some time to think about his actions.

*A month later*

(Y/N) and Adam hadn't seen nor spoken to each other since the fight, he thought that his marriage was over, and that he would lose another wife. Even though he may not show it, he loved his family with all of his heart and would do anything to save them. That was the main reason why he took the job as the leader of the angels; to keep his family out of harm's way.

Adam decided to make a plan on telling (Y/N) and the boys that once the extermination was over and he came back to Heaven, but Sera had decided to do the same thing.

As (Y/N) was making Cain and Abel's lunches while they played outside with Emily, Sera came into the kitchen to speak with (Y/N).

"(Y/N), I know that this isn't the best time, but we must talk about Adam while the children are not here." (Y/N) sighed and clenched her fists tightly, and without looking at Sera she spoke.

"There is nothing to talk about, my husband is a crazy man with a blood thirsty demon inside him, he kills souls in Hell and has little to no remorse over it!"

(Y/N) says as she sticks the sharp end of the knife, she was holding in the cutting board that was Infront of her. Sera then puts her hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders, "I understand that. No-one likes it when they people they love keep secrets from them."

Sera then looks out the window and see's the boy's and Emily, playing games with each other. Sera frowns and looks down at (Y/N).

She then reveals the reason why she decided to let the exterminations happen, and why Adam took on the role as Leader of the exorcist Angels.

(Y/N) listened in silence, but once Sera finish. (Y/N) held her hands over her heart. "He...He took on that role... to protect us?" (Y/N) was almost about to tear up, but Sera lifted her chin to force her to look at her.

"Adam may not show it, but he loves you and the boys more than life itself. I've seen it." Sera said. (Y/N) that she wasn't lying, she then remembered all the times that Adam would make time for his family, he would cancel a lot of his consents just to be with them.

All the times Adam would make (Y/N) breakfast in bed to make her feel special, sometimes he would stay home from work to take care of Cain and Abel whenever one of them got sick.

"I-I never thought of it that way, maybe I should apologize." Sera agreed (but only if he apologized first)

That same day, (Y/N) went Infront of the pearly gates, waiting for Adam to return to their celestial home.

Once the day was almost over, the exorcist Angel's returned to Heaven, but as (Y/N) was searching for her husband. He was nowhere to be found, she called for him, flew around the exorcists to look for him.

But he was nowhere to be found. (Y/N) then saw Lute. Adam's best lady friend and second in command, (Y/N) rushed to her, only to see that Lute looked badly hurt and was missing an arm.

"Lute!" (Y/N) yelled as she ran to her. Lute looked at (Y/N) with a worried look. "Lute. Where is my husband? Where's Adam, I can't find him."

Lute looked at (Y/N) and was about to tear up, but she just handed her a halo. She was confused but took it anyway, "Lute. Where is he?"

Lute looked to the floor as tears streamed down her face. And all she could say, in the nicest possible way. "He's gone."

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witchthewriter · 10 months

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 ��𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: swears, alcohol, 18+ absolute smutty smut smut smut

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𝙏𝙒𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍.

He had been gone for a fortnight.

Pulled away on club business, Jax said this would be a common occurrence. Even though he knew it would happen, it didn't stop him from thinking of you every minute.

He thought about your hazel eyes, long red-brown hair, and all those tattoos…that he had yet to touch.

This was the longest Jax had left for club business, and it drove you mad. After that night of confessions, your relationship progressed. You had your first date only a few days after deciding to be with each other. And if anything, your relationship was a bit back to front.

At least it didn’t start with a one-night stand. In fact, you hadn’t fucked Jax at all. Not once. You had come close, but there was always an interruption; something with the club, his kids, or either of you just not being ready.

And you still hadn’t been formally introduced to Abel and Thomas.

The thought sent a jolt of both shivers and through you. If everything Jax said was true, then, well… you were going to be their stepmother.

The word felt sour in your mouth. Stepmother. The first word a person associated with that was evil - thanks to the many fairytales. But you weren’t evil. Far from it. Just a woman who loved a man and wanted to spend the rest of her days with him.

Plus, motherhood – you hadn’t even thought of it. Having a child yourself felt like a faraway event, something that was years away. Many, many years away. It would happen in the future. But for now, you only had to get to know Abel and Thomas.

But to do that…

You had to get through Wendy and Gemma.

- ✦ -

After Jax said he was leaving for club business, you thought it was a good idea to go back to work (even though Jax would have paid your wage, so you didn’t have to.) But you wanted to do something with your time, and where would Skeeter be without you? Up to his knees in paperwork and shit. That’s what.

To survive the time that Jax was away, he would call you every night. It was around the same time; early in the morning when he knew you would be awake. So, around 2-3am. And that worked just fine for him, since sleeping wasn’t an easy feat. And it worked perfectly for you, who was at work, alone (beside the newly patched in member outside – Happy was away as well).

At night, nightmares littered Jax’s mind.

Images of Tara, of his boys’ faces when he told them about her going to heaven. But you became his solace. And that meant he was eager to introduce you to his boys.

You sat at the front desk of Dubrowski's Funeral Home; paperwork scattered around you. For a moment you stared out the window, noticing that the darkness outside was closer to the morning then the evening. And yet, you were wide awake. An electrical buzz vibrating through your body, you couldn’t help the anticipation you felt.

The radio played old music; 70s, 80s, 90s, hits that you had heard a thousand times by now. The radio station loved to play the same thing. It was the only station that was on at this time. You looked over at the clock, and it read 3:25am. Late. He never waited this long to call. Sadness turned into dread when you thought about all the possibilities that could have happened to Jax.

He's fine. Probably just forgot to charge his phone, or maybe he lost it or – buzz! You leapt from your seat and grabbed your phone to see the name that popped up, Pretty Boy Teller, and you pressed answer.

- ✦ -

You had thought about Jax, naked, for a very long time. Never would you admit it, but you had daydreamed about being with him … seeing his cock. What did it look like? Was it big? What if you didn’t live up to his other experiences?

Those thoughts usually wormed their way into your mind right before you fell asleep. You had even masturbated over him. Different scenarios of you and him. Sometimes in the clubhouse, sometimes in your house, and sometimes in the shower or ... a public bathroom.

However, your sexual desires always had one thing in common: Jax was the dominant one. Even though you were a lady that could handle herself, you wanted to be looked after in the bedroom.

But the time for your questions to be answered was looming, and you couldn't deny the growing anxiety within you.

What if you didn't live up to Jax's expectations?

- ✦ -

You thought kissing Jax for the first time was the best day of your life. But no. Seeing him leaning against his bike in your driveway takes the cake.

“How you doin’ sweetheart?” Jax says with a smirk, his hair slicked back and hands in his jean pockets.

You knew he was toying with you. And you played along.

“I’m alright,” you reply nonchalantly, resting against the doorway, blinking slowly.

He broke first.

“Get over here,” Jax said in a low growl. He stalked over to you and even though you were a step ahead above him, he was still a few inches above you.

“I got something for you,” he opened his kutte and took out a box from the inside pocket. His smile reached his eyes and the crinkled with delight. He couldn’t wait for you to open it. Over your many conversations you spoke about your love for sterling silver rings, especially the chunky ones.

“And don’t take this as … a sign…” he gave a little shake of the head and huffed a small laugh. Slightly embarrassed.

His tanned hand held out the box and you took it. Flipping open the box, you saw a silver skull with a crown on its head.

While you inspected it, Jax kept talking, “I saw it in a shop in the town we were staying at. And I – I thought of you.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and wanted to jump into his arms and plant kisses all over his face. But you held back, trying to keep your cool. But Jax could see the blaze in your eyes, the burning desire. Because … you were finally alone together.

“Thank you, Jax,” you said in your most sultry voice.

But time was ticking, and the club house party had already started.

- ✦ -

The clubhouse was alive with energy. As if it had a soul of its own, the building breathed along with everyone else. Fires burned outside in bins, warming those who preferred the night air. Even though no children were here tonight, there was a mini playground with a set of swings in a small, fenced area, clearly showing that kids were here often throughout the day.

You were surprised with how many people were here. Even outside, there were many tattooed men and women; speaking, flirting, laughing, dancing to music. As you got off of the bike, Jax threaded his fingers into yours. There was an overwhelming smell of booze and cigarettes. My kinda party, you thought, as you walked hand in hand with Jax.

“Don’t worry darlin’, this is gonna be fun.” Jax turned to you with a gleam in his eye and leaned down to give you a kiss. Leading you toward the building, the crunch of boots on gravel filled your ears, and then all once, everyone noticed Jax.

You watched as people flocked toward him, both known and unknown faces. But one stands out the most. Wendy. She stood with her arms crossed her chest, high-heeled black boots pointed toward you, almost like two loaded guns. Her blonde hair perfectly curled, and her lips pursed, you noticed how dolled up she was. And you knew who for. Jax.

Looking at her straight in the eye, you slid your arm around Jax’s waist and moved closer to him. His body’s response was instant. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept it there for most of the night.

- ✦ -

As soon as you walked inside, you were met with the loud boom of both yours and Jax’s names.

“Jax! Zo!” Tig yelled and grabbed the bottle in front of him, a stray glass and poured you a drink. Bobby was nowhere to be seen, and Chibs was sitting at the bar surrounded by croweaters. When he heard your name, he left his chair and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey Tig, Chibs-” you laughed, holding the glass so that it didn’t spill from the hug. Jax had already unwound himself from you and went to hug his mother, Gemma, who was staring you down like … a goddamn piece of meat. Even when she hugged her son, and kissed him on the cheek, her eyes never left yours.

Lady Death. The one who had birthed the Prince, was wearing all black, even down to her shiny heeled heels.

Fuck, you thought. And downed the drink from Tig.

With croweaters eyeing you, but never looking directly in your eyes, you walked over to the Queen.

“Hi, I’m Zoe,” you said with a smile. Hoping she couldn’t smell fear.

- ✦ -

This is going well, you thought, trying not to say the wrong thing. Gemma wasn’t being too hard on you, but she was asking a lot of questions. ‘Where do you live,’ ‘Where do you work,’ ‘How long have you been in Charming,’ ‘Do you have any family.’ You answered each with grace and humour. Even Tig came over to add to the conversation.

“I ugh, I’ve known Jax for a while-“ answering mid question, you heard the approaching noise of high heels. Clip clop, clip clop.

“Well Jax, I guess she wasn’t a one night stand afterall?”

Wendy’s voice filled your ears, and you were glad for Tig’s drink.

You didn’t even look at Jax for an answer.

Yes, Wendy felt like a threat to you. Her history with Jax left you with unbridled jealousy. But it was plain fucking obvious that you were a threat to her too.

Your head whipped around to find Wendy with a slight smirk on her pretty face. Black kohl and thickened lashes enhanced her eyes; doing their best to stare you down.

“Hey, I could be an escort for all you know,” you replied back with a ghost of a smile, not caring a single bit about what Wendy thought of you. As she started to reply, you walked over to the bar and asked for the lone bottle of Rye.

The croweater behind the bar gave it to you, and a fresh glass.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not the first time Jax has dabbled in that area,” You heard the defeat in Wendy’s voice. You could almost feel it.

Both the Teller’s were watching the show, Gemma enjoying it much more than her son. He was about to step in after you had taken a full shot of the whiskey. But you re-filled it and handed the glass to Wendy.

Not expecting that move, Wendy took the glass and at the same time, Jax took ahold of your free hand.

“C’mon babe,” Jax seemed to growl, both with light-heartedness and a possessiveness that everyone in the room felt.

- ✦ -

The ride back felt torturous. The wet growing between your thighs worsened beneath the rumbling of the bike. It was almost like the motor vibrated, and your hands clutched onto Jax’s shirt tighter. Leaning your head forward, you rested it against Jax, and you wanted so badly for him to turn onto the side of the road and take you there.

But you knew Jax wouldn’t want anyone to see you that way. You were only for his eyes. It was one of the things he had said during one of your phone calls.

The night flew by in a blur, and then suddenly you were home and the bike stopped, and you were pulled inside.

Within seconds, Jax’s mouth was on yours, his tongue toying with your own. His leg pushed the door shut, without his mouth leaving yours and pushed you against the wall. With arms on either side of your head, he pulled back and looked deep into your eyes.

“You’re mine,” he growled. Not moving until you said it back.

“I’m yours,” you breathed and leaned down to nip your bottom lip with his teeth.

“That’s right, Princess,” and he removed his hands from either side of your head. The look in his eye made goosebumps erupt over your skin. And the wetness between your thighs started to become overwhelming. You wanted to reach down and relieve yourself, but you knew who was in charge here.

Hands travelling over your shirt, Jax took off your jacket, “arms up, sweetheart,” complying, he lifted your shirt over your arms and his eyes landed on your laced bra.

Jax smirked, and ran his fingers down your lips, to your throat, and over the warm place between your breasts. But he didn’t stop there. Jax’s finger travelled downward, and when he came upon the heat at your core, he growled.

Jax didn’t say anything but made the most animalistic rumble in his throat. Using his whole hand, he gripped your cunt over your jeans.

Flicking from the Prince of Death to Jax Teller, he kissed you again.

“You excited there, Princess?” His voice reeked of arrogance, and with one finger he wiped it against your wetness and brought it to his mouth. Sucking on his fingers, he told you to open wide.

You did as you were told and opened your mouth. The mixture of your slick and Jax’s spit entered your mouth and you moaned.

The sound drove him mad. He had wanted you for so long, and now … now he got to have you.

“Mine,” he growled again and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his middle and walked you into the bedroom. You felt the hardness in his pants. And every time he took a step, it bumped against your ass.

The whole time, you stared at Jax. Unwavering longing that was finally happening. But it wouldn’t be until the morning that the thought would sink in.

Laying you down on the bed, Jax took a moment to stare down at the masterpiece below him. A woman who had been there the whole time. Who Jax had felt so connected to, for all these years.

“You okay with this?” Jax said, his chest heaving up and down, adrenaline surging through his veins.

“Of course I’m fucking sure,” you said with a mischievous smile.

Nostrils flaring, Jax took off his kutte, shirt and unbuckled his pants. You took off your pants and kicked them aside in a flurry.

And then your bodies connected.

With nothing but your undergarments on, Jax slowly moved your bra straps down and threaded your arms through them. Your pointed nipples peaked just above the lace, and you moaned from the feeling of the material.

Leaning down, Jax’s hot mouth encased your nipple and bit down. Pleasure bloomed inside you, making your hot core even wetter. Jax’s hand grabbed your other breast and started kneading it, and in that moment he created a world that was only for your pleasure and desire.

But soon you turned impatient and tried your best to rub your core against the hardness of his cock, which was still in his boxers. And then you felt Jax’s smile against your body, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. With a huff, you threaded your hands through his hair and tugged lightly.

Pulling his head upwards you lunged up and pressed your lips against his. With his attention in the kiss, you pulled down his underwear and let his cock spring free.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel its size and length. Girthy, veined and … big. Oh, fucking hell, you thought to yourself.

He sucked in a breath as one of your hands grabbed it and moved back and forth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded.

Within seconds, your panties and bra were ripped off of you and your legs were wrapped around his middle.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” and Jax centred his cock at your entrance. And took a moment to slowly tease between your folds.

You whined in response, and Jax laughed.

“Okay sweetheart,” he huffed and pushed his cock inside of you.

His strokes started off slow; Jax wanted you to adjust to his size before he did anything else.

But you wanted him deep inside of you, so you tightened your legs around his waist and bucked upward to meet him. Partially surprised, he groaned in response and leaned forward, with his forearms on either side of your head.

He stopped mid thrust to look you in the eyes. Jax’s blue ones bore into you, silently expressing how he felt. The longing over the years had been leading to this.

Jax gently flicked his nose against yours, then pressed his lips to your own. You whimpered into the kiss, your insides feeling like honey as you felt every movement, both physical and emotional.

Then Jax started plunging deeper and harder inside of you. The whole while, his lips were on your own, needing to kiss you. To feel as much of you as he could. He had daydreamed about the two of you ever since that night at Skeeter’s.

When the plunging turned to pounding, your core started to build. It was when Jax moved one of his hands to play with your clit, did you realise just how brilliant this man was in bed.

“Jax, I- I’m going to-“ You whined inside his mouth.

“C’mon baby, do it,” and with his words, his fingers and his cock still inside of you, you came.

The noises that left your mouth were ones only Jax was going to here from now. And he thought they were absolutely divine. A piece of heaven that was only for him.

And it was the sound of your orgasm that made him cum. When he went to pull out of you, you tightened your grip around his waist and pleaded for him to cum inside of you.

“I’m on the pill,” you rasped, assuring him. Although, he wouldn’t mind putting a baby inside of you.

- ✦ -

The morning light filtered through the barely shut curtains. Warm and bright, it mirrored exactly how you felt inside. Jax hadn’t woken yet; this was the first night that he was able to finally sleep. And get a full night’s rest, well, not a full night…

Your hands lightly ran over the exposed flesh. Heat blooming through your body as you recalled the activities you did last night.

You could already see the hickies forming on Jax, and you knew you had just as many. If it was childish, you didn’t care. It was your first time together. All you knew was that you loved the feeling of his body against yours. And that meant your ability to reason was completely out the window.

Your time of admiration was cut short, as it took Jax only a few minutes to wake. But the way he smiled at you - sleepily and bleary-eyed but with utter love - made you silently thank any and every god for being allowed to be his.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” Jax's voice was raspy and slightly deeper than usual. And instantly it created butterflies in your stomach. God, even your toes tingled.

“Good morning, Jax,” you said, embarrassment creeping up on you. You did your best not to show it, but you couldn't let him look at you any longer. So, you buried your face in his chest.

Laughing, he flipped you over and moved the hair from your face. Forcing you to see him. For a heartbeat, he just looked at you, the woman he loved. Then he bent down and kissed you. After a few moments, he pulled back.

“I have a question to ask you,” he said slightly above a whisper.

Your stomach gurgled. “Yes?”

“Do you think you’d be up to meeting my boys today?”

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povofjustme · 9 months

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CAOS

Reader Coming Home Drunk

Fluff

Ambrose S x Prudence B x FemReader

If you are a Moral

Going to your first party

Will your first party you would be drinking at.

Being the DDR to your friends, let’s simply say

Ambrose and Prudence have been busy with dark lord shit and you have been alone, A lot

You told one of your best friends from school and she had you come to a party and drink the feeling away

And you did just that. You had told your mom that you was stay at friends houses. But the drinking made you miss them even more.

That night Ambrose and Prudence wanted to surprise you and come spend some time with you. They called but you didn’t hear your phone due to the music

You had to use the bathroom. You drank more than you than you could that night. Your friend followed you. Right then and there is when you see all the missed calls and texts from both

You felt bad but your emotions were everywhere. You saw Ambrose caller ID popes up and you handed the phone to your friend

At the same time you where feeling asleep, slowly sliding down to the cold bathroom floor

We have been looking for you, where have you been? -Ambrose

Hi Ambrose, this is her friend. I believe she to drunk to talk on the phone right now -BFF

Is she okay? - Prudence

Yes, I think you should come get her. I would take her home but she been calling for you two all night. -BFF

Ambrose told her on the phone to send the address and wait with me outside.

Not even 7 minutes late. Prudence and Ambrose show up at the front of the house party. Prudence was driving, and hadn’t stopped, Ambrose hopped out of the car to get to you.

You were falling in and out of consciousness. You see Ambrose running to you.

Ambrose, what are you doing here- you

Your words were all over the place but he was Abel to understand

Let’s go little one. Thank you so much- Ambrose

Anything for her - BFF

Ambrose somehow got you into the car. Putting you in the back sit. In the car ride the were talking but not making out what they were saying.

Now back to the Spellman house, they were having a hard time getting you out of the car without you trying to throw up. Prudence was saying teleport you to his room but you yelling about how it was gonna make you nauseous

We can’t have you sleeping in this car -Prudence

What will make it easier for you? -Ambrose

Carry me, please- You

So they did just that, you were to cute to say no to. Ambrose had to bring your arm around your neck. Your head in his shoulder, and lefted your legs around his waste.

You were holding on to him like a koala. Prudence was right behind him. Taking her finger to your face, moving your hair out the face.

They finally got you to his room. In his mattress, you got yourself off of him. Now walking in your own , you took every single clothing off. Leaving you with your shirt and underwear.

Can someone help me take off my makeup please- you

How could ever say no to that face - prudence

Ambrose got prudence some water, face wash and a towel. Prudence had Ambrose sit you in between his legs so you wouldn’t fall over

She grabbed your face softly and started taking off your makeup. She ended up doing your whole night routine. She knew if you wake up in the morning and be upset that you skipped it

You started crying at the little thing that they were doing the whole night

Why are you crying? Is there something wrong- prudence

She stopped what she was doing to help out with your mixed emotions

Nothing wrong- you

You would be crying if something wasn’t wrong- Ambrose

You landed your head back onto his shoulder

It’s just, you two are too good for me- you

Baby, there is no need to cry. We love you, and deserve everything in this world - Ambrose

Prudence finish with your routine while wiping the tears away from your face. They tried to help you back up but to told them you had it.

I waking up to the bed, pulling up the bed sheets and going under. Walking into his room. You she they were gone, but you could hear talking coming from downstairs.

Putting on pj pants and walking down. You see that it was only Ambrose, Prudence and Hilda. Hilda was cooking breakfast, while the two was sitting at the left end of the table

Walking to the table, said good morning to Hilda, and sat at the right end of the table. Putting your head down on the cold table.

I know you had a Long night, so here. It will help with that headache of your- Hilda

You are a lifesaver, Hilda, Thank you so much- you

Hilda handing you a morning after drunk to get rid of the headache but saying her goodbye to head up to work

Looks like you joyed yourself last night- Prudence

I don’t even wanna talk about it Pru- you

#poc #black reader #ambrose spellman #caos imagines #prudence blackwood image #prudence x female reader #ambrose spellman x reader

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skyloftian-nutcase · 6 months

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It had been two weeks since it was all over. They’d spent the majority of their time in Kakariko Village. Impa had been gentle and fastidious in her care of the princess, and Link felt a little out of place at the sight of it – the two remembered each other, remembered everything of the past. Impa could tell Zelda of what had happened since, and Zelda could be nostalgic with Impa. Link could really offer neither, he supposed, though he’d seen more of Hyrule nowadays than Impa had.

Despite all of this, though, both Link and Zelda struggled. Link spent his spare time sparring or traveling the area, resting in Hateno, helping the villagers in both places. Zelda just… rested. After two weeks, even Impa was showing signs of uncertainty and worry. Link didn’t know what to do.

The swordsman sighed as he kicked a pebble into a pond, watching a frog hop away. He had so little understanding of the past, he felt useless to help. But at the same time, he just felt useless, period. His entire purpose and life mission when he’d woken up, the main goal he’d built his entire identity around, was over. Zelda spent a hundred years holding the Calamity at bay and now it was over.

It was over.

And they were both left with… they didn’t even know.

Maybe that was the issue, then. Neither knew what to do now. Neither knew how to move forward after they’d spent so long being stuck in the past.

Well, Link wasn’t quite stuck in the past. He couldn’t remember it. Maybe that was why it still seemed to hold him hostage. Either way, the wounds of the Calamity were everywhere, whether it was remembered or not.

Link stared at his reflection in the water. Now what?

He sighed, falling into a seated position in front of the pond. The frog from earlier landed on a lily pad. He watched it aimlessly, mind restless and heart hurting. As he watched it, the world seemed to fade around him, his body growing light, and he recognized the feeling, the sensation, and his eyes widened a hair – he… hadn’t had new memories trying to resurface since the Calamity had been defeated.

Link took a small, shaky breath, letting his mind go where it wanted to, drifting into the past.

He’s home. The lighting is a little dim since it’s raining. There are sniffles by the stairway, and he feels the need to go to them, but whispers to his left catch his attention.

“Til, this is ridiculous. A funeral for a frog? Really?”

“Honey, she loved that frog!”

“She saw it for maybe a few weeks, didn’t she?”

“Yes, and she loved it! She even named it.”

His father sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re proposing we hold a funeral. For a frog that lived by the pond for a few weeks. Because Lyra is upset that it died.”

“That’s exactly what I’m proposing,” his mother replies.

“Til, everything dies, if we held a funeral for every single thing we’d be mourning our entire lives.”

“This isn’t about mourning, Abel,” his mother argues. “It’s about learning to close a chapter of your life and move forward. She’s young, this is a good way for her to learn this.”

His father watches her skeptically and then sighs again. “Very well.”

His mother smiles and nods, heading towards the stairs and kneeling, blocking someone from view as she speaks softly. His father approaches him, and he stands a little straighter, eyes watching him with unspoken curiosity.

“Well,” his father huffs. “I suppose we should put on our formal attire for this, seeing as it’s an important affair.”

He catches himself midway into smiling, unsure if this is an actual joke or a grumble, but the wink he gets from his father make shim relax. He nods and the pair go their separate ways, and the world fades and spins dizzyingly for a moment before he finds himself standing outside. He and his father are dressed in colorful regalia, a hat keeping his head warm in the damp air. His mother is wearing dark, somber clothes, and he sees a little girl—his sister—holding a candle in front of the pond. He can’t hear the words being spoken, or even tell if there are words being spoken, but somehow, he feels… at peace.

Link gasped, startled as he opened his eyes, cheeks chilled by tear tracks that had half dried. For a moment he just sat there, processing what he’d just seen. That was—he’d seen his—

He shook his head. Somehow… that felt…

He glanced up at the sky and looked beyond it, his heart racing, and he struggled to catch his breath before looking back down at the pond.

Grief over a family he didn’t know anymore welled up inside him, but the lesson they’d taught him burned even more. He rose, taking a steadying breath, clenching his fists and closing his eyes as the tears fell.

He knew what they needed to do.

The next day, Link and Zelda stood at Fort Hateno, flowers in the princess’ hands, Link dressed in his freshly cleaned champion garb. The pair looked out over the field and all its wreckage.

Zelda took a shaky breath, and stepped forward, as if she were getting ready to address a crowd of people, as if the dead were all standing there waiting. Link felt as if they were, he felt the gravity of the situation sitting heavily on his shoulders.

At the same time, though, he felt… good. This felt right. And he…

The images of his memory came unbidden, of faces he barely knew in his mind but knew in his heart.

They’d lost so many.

“Calamity Ganon… is gone,” Zelda said, her voice thick but growing stronger. “The plague that destroyed our land is no more. So you… you all can rest. We thank you for your sacrifices, we mourn you for your loss, we beg for forgiveness that it… that it took this long.”

Link stepped forward, his shoulder brushing hers. When she glanced at him, he offered a smile. No more regrets, Zelda. This isn’t about that.

Zelda seemed to read that in his expression, and she nodded, closing her eyes.

“It’s over,” she whispered, kneeling and placing flowers by a stone they’d found and decided to use for the occasion. “It’s over.”

And for the first time in two weeks, Zelda cried. And for the first time in his living memory, Link cried.

And as the sun set and their tears dried, they smiled, and moved on together.

#the frog's name was Mr. Froggums by the way #writing #I was TRYING to write fluff and this popped in my head and I had to write it #there's comfort in it ok? I don't know why I can't write pure fluff right now ugh #well it's not fluffvember material but November is the month of the dead anyway so it still works lol #ANYWAY please enjoy :)#Abel and Til are teaching their kid even a hundred years later and it hurts my heart but also warms my heart and--#ajfiejowgklsjfkojewlanvh #breath of the wild #breath of the wild link #botw link #breath of the wild zelda #botw zelda #abel #tilieth #legend of zelda #I should post this to AO3 too but it isn't that long... meh whatever #anybody got a title suggestion #how about Mr. Froggums

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Just because I'm curious as to what you come up with. Rowena and Cain for the kid meme, also Abaddon and Cain. ehehehe

meme status: accepting. meme source: if they had a kid.

i know we joked about this on discord before but like. i actually fuck with this so hard. and one day, i'm just gonna fucking do it. and you're gonna have to deal with it.

abbie & cain's hell spawn:

NAME: abaddon would name them abel just to fuck with cain. but i feel like cain would veto that so hard. so the only other option is samael. no negotations. GENDER: male, and it would piss abbie so much bc she wanted a girl. GENERAL APPEARANCE: tall and blue eyed like daddy. and amazing hair, like daddy. this kid would be HOT, okay. i feel like because abaddon doesn't have a physical form, the baby would probably come out looking all cain. which she would love. that's exactly what she would be after in this. PERSONALITY: probably a bit of an asshole. if he's raised by abaddon, he's gonna be an absolute nightmare. sadistic, sarcastic, power-hungry, yada yada yada. would go around calling himself prince of hell and what not. if his parents are "together" he would definitely be a spoiled brat. otherwise, he would have IMMENSE daddy issues. vain as fuck, too. but enjoys violence and mayhem just like his mother, only he doesn't like getting his hands dirty like she does... also a mama's boy, tbh. he'd do anything to please abaddon, which is dangerous. SPECIAL TALENTS: all the usual sorta demon powers. being the son of an archdemon would probs give him a bit of an edge. BUT i think his speciality would be fire. he strikes me as a pyromaniac. bitch will summon hellfire and just fuck shit up because he can. he's a lovely little firestarter demon baby. WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: abaddon. she lets him get away with murder. lit. she doesn't care that he's mean or doesn't eat his veggies or w/e lol. she lit is the parent that will give the child cookies before bed and not even tell them to brush their teeth but x100000. if cain ever tries to teach this kid anything good, abaddon would just go and undo that a thousand times over. she's the worst. WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: ABBIE lol. honestly you wouldn't even think if this kid was cain's if not for the fact he looks like him. this is abbie's baby through and through. she corrupted this kid and made him her mirrored self. PERSONAL HEADCANON: he wants his father's approval and hates that he isn't so free with it as his mother is. despite being... a nightmare, abaddon is actually surprisingly loving with her son. she gives him praise and all the attention in the world. mostly bc she craved that praise and attention from lucifer and from god and never received it, so it's her way of satisfying that need she has. everything he does is a desperate cry for attention for both mummy AND daddy. FACECLAIM: sam corlett! he's the only one i can think of that has the build, the hair AND the eyes. the eyes are so important!

'ro & cain's hell spawn:

NAME: morgana or hecate. something witchy like that. GENDER: FEMALE. rowena would do some kinda spell to ENSURE that ok. she is not having another nightmare boy. THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH. but also, after losing oscar, i don't think she could go through with it, either. GENERAL APPEARANCE: she honestly looks like a younver version of rowena! same hair, same height, same eyes. her nose is her father's, her chin, too, but other than that, her mother's spitting image! well, other than her freckles. PERSONALITY: she'd be smart and cunning like her mother, but quiet and reserved like her father. she'd definitely be a witch, too, and pursue that full time and truly fall in love with spells and witch craft. she'd learn everything she could from her mother, but she'd also love spending time tending to bees or in nature with her father. she is surprisingly sweet, but don't piss her off. she has her mother's accent and is ready to cut someone if she has to. SPECIAL TALENTS: she's a very gifted potion maker, particularly healing potions. she studied herbs and ancient texts and what not, and she's very focused in the healing arts. mostly because she's fascinated by what mother nature gives humans and what a little magic can do with nature! WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: it depends on the day. i think when she is learning magic and cooking and feeling a little more vulnerable, rowena is her fave. but when she wants peace and quiet and to sit comfortable in quiet reflection, cain is the one she runs to! i think there's a quite nice balance. WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: i think rowena. mostly because of the whole witchy thing. but she's definitely her own person in a way, too. neither of her parents are as kind and warm as she is, particularly with strangers. their answer is always KILL first ask questions later, so in a way she'd almost try to teach them a little more... humanity, so to speak. no one knows where that warmth has come from, given who and what both her parents are. PERSONAL HEADCANON: she secretly tried summoning the spirits of her dead brothers and sisters. which, you know, there's a shit ton of them??? she wanted to know more about them and her dad and like. who the fuck else is out there that she's related to, you know??? but it didn't go well as necromancy never does and it was a really close call. rowena had to help her, and it's a secret between them that they don't share with dad because she is particularly afraid of him finding out she tried making contact with her dead uncle and grandparents lol. but she's just curious ok!!!!!!!! her dad is like, the oldest human alive and HE DOESN'T TELL HER ABOUT THAT SHIT. FACECLAIM: abigail cowen. there is ONLY her for this!!!!

#murderdeals #other . . . abaddon.#meme file . . . abaddon.#answered meme.#answered ask.#ships . . . abaddon & cain.#headcanons . . . abaddon.#girls . . . rowena macleod.#meme file . . . rowena macleod.#ships . . . rowena & cain.#headcanons . . . rowena macleod.#the two fucking worst mothers in the world #ffr #esp abbie lol

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The Raven's daughter: Morpheus x Matthew's daughter pt. 4

Before you get confused please read the author's note.

previously: part 1, part 2, part 3

Part 4

-You should not be here – Dream repeats looking at her with darkened eyes

- Yeah, I’ve heard that before, and yet here I am – she smirks – and believe me, I would love to get back to the living world, so can’t you just, I don’t know, make it happen?

- No.

- No? Such a change of attitude in a short time.

- I won’t send you back until we get some answers.

- Lovely. This might be the first time we agree on something. But… aren’t you suppose to know everything about your Realm? – she asks and she genuinely meant nothing wrong with that sentence. Dream however, must be thinking something entirely different, his face grim once again.

- Abel, will you excuse us? Miss Y/n and I have some business to tend to.

- Of course, my Lord –Abel bows his head and get back to the house. – It was lovely meeting you, y/n/n . Hope we’ll see each other again.

- Likewise –she smiles with the most beautiful smile, her eyes lighting up and for a spare second Morpheus just stares at her. That is until Matthew notices and caws bringing him back from his high – Now – the girl sighs – do you know why I’m here all of a sudden? Why now?

- I have my suspicions.

- Care to share?

- Not just yet - he just keep standing in front of her, awkwardness slowly creeping in.

Of course not – she thinks to herself. Well, if he’s trying some sort of intimidation I’m not giving it. Might as well spend an eternity in here, not giving him this sort of satisfaction.

For some time (might be minutes or hour) it seems like her predictions are going to be true, but then The Dream Lord turns around and starts walking, clearly expecting her to follow.

-You shall come with me to the palace.

-Is that a command? – she raises one eyebrow teasingly

-Indeed. I am the King of this place, and whatever I wish shall happen.

-Is that how you treat all of your guests? No wonder you don’t have many. Where are your manners my Lord?

Dream stops his steps, his back to her.

-Apologies.

-Really? – that was suspiciously easy

-You are my guest indeed. And a lady – y/n rolls her eyes at this title he gives her. - And therefore, I shall let you through. I will be right behind you.

That sneaky little bastard – she thinks to herself.

-Em, y/n…. – Matthew gently sits on his daughter shoulder – you.. you should know that while in the Dreaming, Lord Morpheus can hear your thoughts.

-He does? – at this point she mentally slaps herself – Well, if that’s the case I suppose you heard a lot about yourself. Both good and bad.

-What Matthew meant is that I can, but most of the time I don’t do this - Dream interupts - Unless it’s absolutely necessary. And it only work on dreamers and my creations. There’s some sort of bond between me and them.

-Right – how should she react on such confession – so, what….?

Before she could finish they arrive at the palace. Once again, y/n is taken aback by its beauty. She couldn’t see a lot of the details from the distant, but now, that she’s close everything is even more breathtaking. What she believed to be plain walls is in fact decorated with elaborate ornaments, not a single place left without it. White marble start glistening in the sun, almost blindingly but also gives god-like vibes and atmosphere. Almost like if she’s entering some sort of temple. Normally she would make a joke about delusion of grandeur but just this once bites her tongue. After all, the palace is indeed a masterpiece.

-Did he make it by himself? – she whispers to his father staying a few steps behind Dream

-Yes. Like I was telling you in the still unfinished story, after collecting the tools he rebuilt it this way.

-Em… exactly how powerful is he then?

-More powerful than you, that's for sure. I don’t think you have any reason to fear him, that is until you push the limits of his patience, which is low – Matthew emphasizes the last word – but I advise you to watch how you speak to him. If not for yourself then for me. I want some answers as badly as you do.

-Fine – she raises her hand in surrender – I’ll try but don’t hate on me if I fail. My attitude makes who I am.

-Oh, don’t worry, I’ll peck you every time you start to cross the line.

-Dad! – she whisper-screams at the bird.

-Are you both done? – Morpheus raises his hand cutting the family talk and teleports the three into the library.

-If you have the that kind of powers why did you make me walk all the way here? - y/n asks

-Are you questioning my motives? – he eyes her but turns his gaze aways clearly looking for someone else – Lucienne? - he calls

-Yes, my Lord.

-We have a visitor.

-It’s been quite some time since the last one – y/n sees a piece of clothing behind the shelves and then a tall, lean figure emerges into her sight. – Hello, little one – the woman greets – I’m Lucienne, the royal librarian.

-Hi. I’m y/n, but…

-Oh, so you are the famous y/n/n , Matthew’s been talking about to everyone who wish to listen.

-Did he? – y/n looks at her father grinning.

-I did. She’s my greatest pride and joy so why shouldn’t I brag? – the Raven raises his head acting majestically. Or trying to.

-Because it’s embarrassing for me?

-There’s nothing to be embarrassed of, dear. Although it was a bit annoying. You’re father’s a real talker.

-Always been – y/n smiles at the bird – anyway, I love this place. So many stories…- her eyes wander the shelves - Abel was right about it. I could really just stay here forever.

-You are surely not going to – Dream chimes in again, visibly angry that no one is paying attention to him – Lucienne, shall I see her log? We must immediately find out how she ended up here quite aware of the fact she’s asleep. That is unusual and gives me bad feeling.

-A log? You keep a tab on every human or is it just me?

-Don’t feel special. I oversee the subconscious of every living being. You’re not extraordinary. You're just another human.

-Thank god, I was starting to worry you were on my tail all this time.

-Can you hold your tongue? – Dream looks at her so coldly that his gaze could freeze Hell right now and at the same time Matthew pecks her hand, just like he said he would.

-Ok, fine! I’ll shut up. Just stop it, dad! Jokes aside, I really do want to know what is happening to me. Does your smart book give you any information?

-Not really. But… there’s one other place we can look.

-So? Let’s go then.

-I shall go by myself. This is somewhere you, like any other dreamer cannot enter.

-So I’m just supposed to sit here doing nothing?

-Precisely. Is that too much to ask?

- I suppose not…..

-I’ll be taking Matthew with me.

-You will? – the Raven caws clearly surprised with Dream’s sudden need for companionship – Why?

-You are my messenger and you could be of help.

-I hope we are not going to Hell again? - y/n vision sharpen. She will definitely not let her father go there. Again.

-Not this time. However it may take a while, so you must be patient Kayleen. We will get the answers you need – Morpheus gives the girl almost human and reassuring look and he disappears in the cloud of sand taking the bird with him.

-So now what? – y/n asks confused but quickly lights up realizing she’s in the library. No better place in the world. – Can I pick a book for myself, Lucienne?

- Of course, I’ll be more than happy to recommend something to you. What genre do you like? We have any book published or those that will be published in the future.

- For real? Like, I can I reads another volume of Games of thrones? It’s taking forever to write.

- If that’s what you want – Lucienne looks at her innocently, fixing her glasses, but a silent disappointment can be felt in her voice. Out of all the books in the world she chose this one....

- No, Lucienne, wait. I know people get hyped over this, but to be honest I’d prefer something less consumed by the show-business.

- What do you mean?

- I think it’s crazy that most of the times the book only get popular because of the cinematic adaptation. People tend to choose easy entertainment instead of intellectual stimulation. That’s why there are two groups – the first knows every detail about the plot and would argue over the hair color of the protagonist the other just want to see a pretty face on the screen. Not that I'm against pretty faces - she blushes.

- Isn’t that a bit exaggerated, dear? – Lucienne asks

- Might be – y/n/n shrugs but continues on her thought – but that’s just a figure of speech. I’m trying to make an objective observation. Not to offend everyone.

- I already like you, y/n/n – Lucienne leans over the table and gently touch the girl's hand – Really glad I get to meet you.

- Thank you. But that’s still the problem, isn’t it? I’m not supposed to be here – she quote a sentence that was already said to her twice - and we don’t know how that happened.

- Don’t worry about it, now. Lord Morpheus and Matthew will figure this out, I assure you. We’ve been through many storms and are still standing.

- You know, Lucienne, my father started telling me some stories about after-imprisonment but never finished. I don’t really want any spoilers, but was Dream always like…- she hesitates - this?

- Like what exactly?

- So… I don’t know…dark? Quite unlikely for a dream.

-Don’t forget Lord Morpheus is also a nightmare. And he has changed after his time in captivity. He became more … humane, but don’t ever use that against him. He has learned a lot, for sure.

- I believe it must have been hard – y/n/n looks down – a century all alone – she never mentions that but she knows the feeling of being lonely. – Good thing he have you and my father to keep him up – she smiles and suddenly some sort of tingling in her head makes her dizzy. – What…?

- I think you’re waking y/n. This is goodbye… for now – she adds quickly – I got a feeling we will see each other soon.

***

- Professor! – y/n felt someone’s hand on her arm gently shaking her back to reality. – Wake up, the class is about to start - as she opens her eyes she notices one of her students watching her with eyes wide open. Luckily, the auditorium was still empty so no one saw the lecturer napping on the desk. – Are you ok, professor?

- Yes. Yes, I’m alright. Thank you, Gina. Now please, take a sit. Like you said, the class is about to start and we need ourselves completely focused, don’t we? – she smiles and as the students start showing up she begins her lesson. I’m gonna have to wait for the answers till Dream gets back. Wonder if dad can make it to our evening meeting. – she thinks to herself.

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Egyptian gods - The Ennead, Seth

To begin this brief and synthetized exploration of the deities and myths of Ancient Egypt, what better start than with the villain of the Ennead, the evil (but quite nuanced) antagonist of the Osirian myth – I am talking, of course, of everybody’s favorite hated god, Seth.

Seth is often compared to Hades from Greek mythology because both are “gods that keep being portrayed by those dumb Americans as a god of evil and the ultimate bad guy when in fact they originally weren’t all bad and just neutral”. Which is partially true… but very partially. Because unlike Hades, who REALLY wasn’t evil, Seth was actually a wicked deity. He was a bad guy, a nasty god, a massive jerk, and, yes, he was quite close to what a “devil” in Egyptian mythology would be.

I) Seth: The uncle that makes everything awkward at parties

Set is one of the four children of Geb, god of the earth, and Nut, goddess of the sky, forming the last generation of the Ennead alongside his brother Osiris and their sisters, Isis and Nephthys. Set married Nephthys, whereas Osiris married Isis. Seth’s most famous role in Egyptian mythology was being the villain of the “legend of Osiris”. Now… given this myth is VERY long I will try to simplify it as much as I can. Also note that the only complete and full record we had of this legend was a Greek translation by Plutarch – which was itself an attempt at compiling the various contradicting Egyptian stories about the Osiris myth. We do have some Egyptians versions of the “Osiris legend”, but they are all fragmentary and incomplete. So let’s try to shorten and simply MASSIVELY this whole mess.

In these early days of the world, the gods still walked on the Earth and ruled over humankind as pharaohs. Geb, the earth-god, was the pharaoh of humanity for a time, but then it came time for him to pass on the crown – and he selected his elder son, Osiris, as the new ruler of the world (the human world being just Egypt, because you know – Egypt is the entire world, of course). Osiris was a good ruler beloved and adored by all – and Seth didn’t like it. Seth was not only a jealous brother who disliked seeing all the love Osiris received, but also a power-hungry god who wanted to be the stole ruler of the world. At least this is the “Cain and Abel” dynamic of the most widespread and popular version of the myth – there are several alternative telling giving other reasons for the animosity between the siblings. Some say Osiris received the good lands of the north of Egypt, with its fertile valley and the Delta, while Seth received the more hostile and arid lands of the south, and Seth disliked this very much. Other claim that Seth actually was trying to get back at Osiris because he had an affair with Nephthys behind Seth’s back. And some make Seth massively petty and say he did all of his vile crimes because Osiris had kicked him once and he felt so humiliated he swore to destroy him…

All in all, Seth decided to take over his brother’s throne, and since Osiris wasn’t going to just nicely give it up, Seth decided to murder him. The Egyptian records we have of the murder all differ and contradict each other: sometimes Seth drowned Osiris in the Nile, other times he cut his body into little pieces and scattered them throughout Egypt, in a third he turned into an animal (a bull or a crocodile) to kill his brother… Plutarch tried to gather all of these stories into one narrative, which became the most famous one: Seth gathered a great number of co-conspirators to get rid of Osiris, threw with them a fake banquet/treacherous feast to which Osiris was invited, there was a game involving trying to see who would fit perfectly into a lavishly-decorated box, and when it came to Osiris’ turn (the box was of course a perfect fit for him), Seth and his allies sealed the coffin with melted lead and threw it into the Nile. But later, when the spies and servants of Seth informed him Isis had discovered her husband’s corpse and hid it in the swamps of the Delta, the treacherous brother took it back, cut into little pieces, and scattered it throughout the Nile (he did so because he knew the tricks of his cunning sister, and he knew she had great magical powers able to resurrect the dead). By cutting the corpse into little pieces, he hoped to destroy him entirely.

Problem is: Osiris left a son behind, young Horus, who was raised secretly by his mother in the swamps. When he came to age, he made himself known to the world and demanded the throne of his father back (since, of course, Seth had usurped it as soon as Osiris “went missing”). Seth, being the wicked uncle that he is, refused to give the throne back – and this started the greatest court case of all of Egypt’s history. A trial organized by a tribunal of the gods, and that went on for more than EIGHTY YEARS to settle the legal question: who, of Seth or Horus, should inherit the throne of Egypt (aka the world)? Technically Horus should have received it, since all of the gods agreed that he was the rightful heir, that his grievances against Seth was legitimate, and that Seth was a very poor ruler compared to the universally beloved Geb and Osiris. But Seth had one massive ally with him: the very president of the séances, the overseer of the entire trial, the Master of the Universe and Creator God, Ra (well I say “Ra”, but note that in the original text the identity of this “Universal Master” is left unclear - for the sake of simplicity I will call him Ra from now on, but know it should technically be “The Master of the Universe”). Every time the gods seem to arrive at a consensus (even the ones where they attempt to please Seth, for example giving the throne to Horus, but offering Seth in compensation two new wives, Anat and Astarte), Ra, who likes Seth and doesn’t want to make an enemy out of him (for reasons I’ll describe later), started again the debate, all so that Seth could obtain the only thing he ever wanted, the sole and absolute power over Egypt. Ra, the supreme master of the universe, even complied to every whim and tantrum of Seth – for example ending up banishing Isis from the debates when Seth grew tired of her constantly defending her son. However Seth’s own flaws lost him: seduced by a beautiful woman he had never seen before, he was so charmed by the sexy temptress that he confessed to her everything. Blinded by his lust, he answered to her questions, revealing that yes, he was the murder of Osiris, and yes, he had no legal right for the throne as Horus was the only true heir. He only realized afterward that the “sexy woman” was none other than Isis in disguise – and this time not even Ra could help Seth, since he had foolishly revealed on his own that he was an usurper and a criminal…

However Seth, always quarrelsome and full of hatred, was ready to stay down even after this legal defeat, and he challenged his newly-crowned nephew to a strange competition: see which of the two would hold their breath the longest under water when turned into hippopotami. During this competition, an incident causes Horus to kill his own mother in a fit of anger. She gets better later, as gods do, but this still makes Horus a criminal in the eyes of Ra, and Seth is of course the first one to volunteer to punish Horus, by removing his eyes (there’s a lot of stories about how, during a challenge or competition or duel, Seth was responsible for removing or destroying one or all of Horus’ eyes, which then became celestial bodies in the sky). This “hippopotami competition” and what ensues is but the first of a series of trials and challenges the two rival gods inflict on each other. The next famous episode is the one of the “homosexual meal” – as Seth and Horus are invited to share a meal, Seth tries and almost succeeds in raping Horus, an action that would have “degraded” his nephew as a weak bottom, so to speak, unfit for the crown, while the dominating, virile, “top” that is Seth would deserve the crown. [If you are familiar with Norse views on homosexuality, we are in a similar case, tops are good, bottoms are bad]. But learning about this, Isis reverse the situation by placing some of Horus’ semen into Seth’s salad (his favorite dish), so that when Seth brings the story in front of the tribunal of the gods, Horus calls forward his semen which manifests itself inside Seth’s belly, making it seem that it was Horus that topped his uncle, thus humiliating him in front of all the deities. In some fragmentary records, the semen actually makes Seth “pregnant” in an abstract way, as he “gives birth” to a golden disk which manifests on his forehead, or is taken by Horus to wear on his forehead. Another fragmentary record also depicts a different origin of the semen incident, as Seth actually expressed honestly his lust for his nephew and asked Horus to have sex with him, something Horus only agreed to if Seth gave him a portion of his divine strength and power – only for Horus to then fall ill, as the semen – especially the one of Seth – was perceived as a toxic, poisonous product by Egyptians). Many more challenges and episodes would be intertwined with this story, such as a boat race in which Horus cheats, prompting Seth to become an hippopotamus to try to kill his nephew, or an episode of Horus emasculating, taking or destroying one or all of his uncle’s testicles…

Ultimately, after more rigged games, mutual humiliations, many co-mutilations, it is said that this endless conflict between the two only ended up when Osiris himself was summoned from the Underworld to give his opinion to the tribunal of the gods concerning the matter… Only for Osiris to explain that it was ridiculous to doubt that Horus, his only son and direct heir, shouldn’t have his throne, that the entire harassment and bullying of the young god was absurd and unfair – and the new ruler of the underworld, doubling as a god of vegetation, ended up with huge threats to the divine court (such as causing massive famines or an invasion of undeads) if his son wasn’t left alone as the legal ruler of Egypt. This is what forced the gods and the Master of the Universe to finally declare Horus as the undisputable divine Pharaoh of Egypt, to forbid Seth from making any more claim to the throne or attempt at taking the crown, and some even say to banish the treacherous murderer to the depths of the desert.

II) Seth, the most ambiguous of the gods

As you can gather from this story, Seth is a bad guy. He is the jealous and bitter brother, the wicked and scheming uncle, the murderer and usurper, the fake king and the rapist. Seth was thought to be a god of all things bad, wicked, dangerous or hostile in Ancient Egypt. He ruled over the desert and sterility, he was the god that caused storms and thunder. He was a god of war and violence, a troublemaker and disturber, the sower of discord and troubler of peace, an herald of disorder and unreason. He symbolized the foreigner and the invader, and all those that were hated and distrusted. The Greeks even identified him to the monster Typhon out of all beings!

However, Seth isn’t all bad… or rather, wasn’t all bad. We know that there was a process of “demonization” of Seth, who went from an unpleasant and morally-gray deity, to a full on “devil before Christianity”. Take the Osirian myth for example: in the legend of Osiris, Seth is seen as a rival and usurper, opposed to the “hero/good prince/legal heir” that is Horus, and the conflict is only settled when Horus becomes the absolute ruler and Seth is banished. This is one of the key parts of the Heliopolis cosmogony, the one of the Ennead. BUT in an older theology, the one of Memphis, from the Old Empire, it was implied that Horus and Seth co-ruled over Egypt somehow, since they were the “Two Lords” of which the pharaoh was the heir: from Horus he inherited Lower-Egypt, and from Seth he received Upper-Egypt. Seth was in fact glorified during some eras of Egyptian history, such as the Ramesside era during which numerous shrines and sanctuaries were raised to him near the various oasis, so he could protect them. The various Thutmoses kings had an habit of invoking Seth during times of war, for their army, so he could transmit to the soldier his desire to win and his rage in battle ; and the Ramesside dynasty, originating from Avaris, the sacred town of Seth, (and in general the 19th and 20th dynasties rulers) took the habit of naming themselves “Sethi” in honor of the god. Another sacred town of Seth was Nagada, in Upper Egypt - it was believed that Nagada was the place where Nut (violently and painfully) gave birth to Seth. It seems that in this “original” perception of Seth, he was seen as a “needed evil”, in a “yin and yang” logic: he was the south whereas Horus was the north, and while Egypt had all sorts of pleasant things (Horus) Egyptians themselves recognized it had a lot of dangers that were part of its very nature (Seth). The Egyptians did recognize that disorder and chaos, as manifested by Seth, did exist before the order of Horus, and was needed to maintain some sort of balance - plus, while the desert that Seth personified was thought of as an arid and dangerous place, it also was recognized by the Ancient Egyptians as a source of wealth. The desert was the place that gave Ancient Egypt many of its riches - most notably gold, amethysts and turquoises. So Seth wasn’t all-bad, or rather he was a “necessary evil”.

However, this glory-age of Seth took an end starting with the Late Period of Egypt, as from a “complementary” god of Horus, the yang to his yin, a key god in the balance of the world, he grew to a hated and reviled figure, and the enemy of the Egyptian gods. Hymns only sung of his defeat at the hands of Horus, his name became the one of a demon and was removed from all sacred texts, and by the 7th century BC, his statues and depictions were being destroyed. It was during this whole era that his association with the “foreigners”, as the god of everything foreign, became honestly xenophobic, since in the Egyptian mind “foreigner” became equivalent to “invader” and “oppressor” thanks to the various political and historical events (the Kushite and Persian Empires and they relationship with Egypt are sometimes invoked).

But one key feature of the “ambiguity” of Seth remained, an element that was even included in the Osirian myth and was invoked as the reason Ra had such a fondness and liking for Seth. Despite seemingly being the god of all things negative and destructive, Seth is actually one of the guardians of the existence of the world – as in, he is one of the protectors of the solar boat. Ra, the sun god, crosses the sky during the day on a boat, and when night falls, still on a boat, he travels throughout the depths of the underworld, until he can reach the surface again (sunrise). This travel into the bowels of the universe is extremely dangerous, as numerous vile beasts, demons and monsters try to attack Ra and his boat, and so Ra needs a whole host of deities to fight by his side during his nocturnal travels. Seth is the most prominent and bravest of those defenders of the Sun – for it is he that, armed with a spear or a knife, faces the monstrous Apophis, a gigantic snake that tries to attack Ra at his weakest with only one goal, devour the Sun so that the world may be plunged into eternal darkness. It is Seth, the warrior-god, that battles ferociously the primordial snake each night to make sure the sun may rise once more, and it is he that kills the beast of darkness each night – only to see the beast resurrect by the next day, and ready to swallow the Sun again… As such, Seth shows that while he might be a murderer, a power-hungry usurper and the divine patron of all rapist uncles, he is still one of the first defenders of the universe, and one of the sacred warriors that fight to prevent the end of all things. He might be the god of hostile and dangerous elements of the world, he still doesn’t seek its destruction. He is the kind of villain that wants to rule over the world, not ruin it. And in a strange, paradoxical double-play, while Seth is the one sowing discord and disorder among the civilization of the gods and the realm of mankind, he is actually during the nocturnal travels in the underworld a champion of order against the primal, world-ending chaos that is Apophis…

III) More weird things

The ambiguity of Seth doesn’t just rely in his mysterious dual role, but also in his very depiction. Seth, like most of the Egyptian gods, is depicted alternatively as a human with the head of an animal, or as said animal fully-bodied. But the animal that represents Seth is so bizarre and so unique that nobody knows exactly WHAT it is. This strange creature is mostly referred today as the “Set animal”, or the “Typhonian beast” (in reference to how Seth is perceived as Typhon by the Ancient Greeks). Many MANY theories and interpretations have been pushed forward. A first theory is that the Set animal was a creature that lived in Ancient Egypt but went extinct today. A second theory is that this animal is actually an artificial creature, invented exclusively to symbolize the disconcerting and disquieting nature of this god of chaos, trouble and stereility. And finally a third theory is that this animal is simply an hyper-stylized depiction of an actual animal. A lot of different options were brought forward: it could be a hyena, a wild dog, a giraffe, an okapi, a fox, a pig, an aardvark... A prominent candidate is the donkey, as we know the donkey was one of the sacred animals of Seth, and the most common beast to sacrifice to him. If you were quite rich or part of the upper-class, the sacrifice rather involved more extravagant or dangerous beast, such as the oryx antelope or an hippopotamus (a beast that, as you can see with the Osirian legend, was strongly tied to Seth, who was said to regularly take his shape). In fact we do have several Late Period depictions of Seth with a donkey head instead of his bizarre Typhonian beast head... But at the same time the Late Period depictions of Seth were quite bizarre and crazy in the middle of this big demonization and censorship-wave ; heck, we have a Late Period depiction of Seth with a FLAMINGO HEAD! Overall the Set animal is still a mystery today, though it only adds to the charm and charisma of this ambiguous god.

Seth was strongly associated with the color red. On top of it being a color of danger and aggression, Seth was also called the “Red Lord” or the “Red God” because he was supposed to rule over the “Red Land”, aka the desert with its burning sands, opposite to the “Black Land” of the “Black Lord”, aka the fertile, silt-filled lands of Horus. Among his many titles were included: Seth gateway to the desert ; Seth powerful-in-his-mighty-arm, or Seth lord of the oasis. In Egyptian astronomy, Seth was associated with the planet Mercury. Final trivia: “Seth” is actually the Ancient Greek spelling and transliteration of the deity’s name. Most of the Egyptian gods we know today by their Greek name – the actual, original Egyptian name of the god would be written Sutekh.

WARNING NOTE: This is by no mean an expert speaking about a well-known subject. It is just a random fan of Egyptian mythology putting together the things he knows, I might be dead wrong, this is just a “here’s what I know” post. There is also a lot of info I cut out for the sake of simplicity.

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