#The family we choose is not always stronger than the family we are born to. Sometimes they are equal in different ways.

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I am actually. I am so emotional over the Salazar parents and I need to share this to tumblr too.

A lot of stories where the MC is adopted I feel. Either dismiss the biological parents and the impact they have on the kid's life, or makes them evil and abusive, framing the loss of the bio parents as a good thing, or at least something we shouldn't think about just look at this new family.

But Genrex doesn't do that. From the start, Rex wanted to find out more about his parents - it's one of his primary character motivations, next to helping people. He loves them, even though he doesn't know them.

And the more he finds out about them, the more he realizes they loved him. Rylander is consumed by guilt but as Rex's first connection to his pre-Event life, the first thing he does is hug him. And when he tells Rex about his parents, the two things Rex knows is that 1) they were scientists, and 2) that when he was in danger, they were desperate enough to use their secret, experimental technology to save him. Technology built from their desire to help the world, to save countless lives and end countless suffering.

And then. When he finds out that they were dead, he doesn't stop caring. It'd be so easy, too, to tie it up there - his parents were good people, he got his answer about them, the end. But they don't. He doesn't. Because the show is saying once again that they are his parents. He still calls them mom and dad, even as the show makes it clear Holiday and Six adopted Rex as their son. Even as the show even parallels Six and One with Rex and Six (and I will talk about that more later if I don't forget, trust me), to really drive home how much they're family. Rex even says he considers the two of them family, and later that he considers Noah, Claire and Annie family.

He has new family, the show tells us, but his old family still matters to him. He's upset that he never has the chance to meet his parents, that everything he hears about them, about his time with them, is secondhand knowledge. It tells us clearly that not only does Rex still love them, but that he still wants to know them. And everything we find out about them reinforces the love that they had for each other.

We see Abuela and the family in Mexico, who connect him to his birth family and tell him that he was so loved back then, and still is now. We see their office in Abysus through Rex's eyes. The picture of him and his dad on his desk. The drawing Rex drew, proudly pinned to the wall.

We see it in the familiarity of the drawing. That that robot, that build, was what Rex created when he was lost and scared and alone - that it was made to keep him safe. That it first appeared in his mind in a place he felt safe.

The show says, tenderly and softly, that the love is still there. That the fact these people died was nothing but a tragedy, that their love is a big part of what made Rex who he is today - that every molecule in his body is filled with their final gift to him. That every time he cures someone, every time he uses a build, every time he makes a machine - we see the love that they had for him.

And the way he quietly absorbs his father's face. The way he freezes and whispers "Mamá?" when he finds out Zag-Rs has their mother's voice. The fact that she even has her voice as a testament to Caesar's love, too - that it was meant to bring comfort and safety. The way Rex yells at Caesar when he finds out they have a family property, a connection to their past, the way he fights to protect it.

And, none of this takes away still from Six and Holiday being Rex's family too. None of this removes the work either set of parents did for him, the love either set has - the show says that it was unfair that the Salazar parents were lost. That Six and Holiday are not replacements, that they still love him as parents but play different roles in his life. They can not, and have no desire to, replace the Salazars. But Rex needs parents, he needs protectors, and so they will do what they can for him - at first out of necessity, to keep this kid they barely know safe, but then out of love. They aren't replacing what was lost, but are doing their best to do what Rex's bio parents would do. And they do mess up in it - they mess up in ways Rex's bio parents might not have. Six is clearly bad with showing affection, affection we saw the Salazars give Rex so easily, and Holiday is overworked and stressed constantly, sometimes breaking under the pressure and snapping at Rex and Six, things we never saw the Salazars do.

It's just. It's about how sometimes things will not be the same. They will be different. That doesn't mean the people you lost aren't still with you.

#This is also. Why I dislike the 'Rex was secretly made for the nanite experiments the accident was a lie' theory so much #Bc it assigns malice where the show says over and over again there was only love. #That this was only ever a tragedy of good people whose good intentions were manipulated and twisted. #And I think giving them something shitty to have done in the past especially goes against the message of the show's perspective on adoption #The family we choose is not always stronger than the family we are born to. Sometimes they are equal in different ways. #Rex's bio parents are gone but not replaced. They have also shaped who he is #Six and Holiday are just picking up where they left off. Because they have to. #Also I don't like the theory that Rex's parents are EVOs somewhere bc I think it diminishes the impact of the tragedy too. #I get. Wanting them to have a happy ending. But I think it's important to realize that this is the closest they can have to a happy ending. #Some things cannot be replaced. Or fixed. Sometimes life takes what we love and what loves us. And that is okay. #It is okay to be upset at that and it is okay to never fully move on. #'What about Caesar?' I have. Another post's worth of thoughts about him. #But I think he's also a character who is defined more by Rex by their relation and defined by the story by his guilt #I think he is the closest thing Rex has to a shitty bio family member and he is shitty in plenty of ways #But he's also a parallel to Rex in a lot of ways. He fails where Rex succeeds bc of it. #generator rex #genrex #Anyways. Sorry for the big post.

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Ok so

We know the typical reader being hated by the sullys, and in this request she's neteyam's twin sister but looks sky people or whatever, Jake cares more about her siblings more than her and neytiri is basically blind to all the hate reader gets from the clan and neglect from her dad and siblings, and her dad making go on missions even though she's scared of sky people, buuuuttt.......plot twist, reader gets tired do she trains in the forest alone, spying on sky people way of fighting to play fire with fire, she becomes buff and tall with scars since she decided to live in the middle of the forest in the most forbidden place of it, where no na'vi survived except her apparently, and because of that she deals and hunts bigger, stronger and faster predators than the normal ones, and sooo, she has better reflex and hates the family except neytiri cause she's her mama and tuk because she's too young to comprehend what's going on. She does visit spider once in a while but never reveals where she lives, appearing as an unknown warrior only when the raids are happening and then disappearing in the shadows, hell not even Kiri with her Pandora Jesus powers can track her

You can take something off if you want and the rest you can choose what you want to do

sully family x daughter/sister reader

Ewya blessed child

part 2

When neytiri and Jake had found out they were going to be parents they were overjoyed with the new, it had been one of the many good news to come since the end of the war between the navi and RDA. Twins will soon enter this world and join the omatacayia clan, their son neteyam was born first his birth had brought everyone great joy then there was his sister you. Your birth was seen as a bad omen to many has you had inherited your father human DNA born with five finger and toes and different shade of blue and different markings then everyone else. Even your hair was seen as something horrible it was white color very know to the navi, you were seen as demon child. She was also seen as the failure as well she was no like other navi child, and never seem to fit in with her clan or even her own family.

Y/n " dad I'm ......"

Jake " young lady I'm not going over this again with you" once again you are in trouble with you dad, training classes had happened and your had completely failed tsu'tey the mentor had brought you to Jake. As all the other mentor had competely giving up on your and deemed your a failure.

netyeam " dad she getting good it not easy for everyone"

Jake " stay out of this son I'm speaking to your sister she need to take accountability"

lo'ak " well dad if you most know there are others to blame for this, the blame is not all her"

Jake " I said enough you two now stop"

y/n " dad I have been trying my best to get better in class but I don't think I'm the warrior type"

Jake " don't pull this stunt on me young lady all the other kids can do combat but you, even te children younger then you can do better"

y/n " dad I'm sorry but I don't think I have it in me for war or to hurt others, I'm scared of going to battle I'm scared dad" you are scared of going to battle as you didn't wish to kill anyone. You wish to study some of these new humans which was not liked by anyone. You always seem to do things in a way that your understood but was not the navi way.

tsu'tey " brother she can't keep up with the other trainees if this keeps up she will be holding back everyone"

y/n " I didn't mean for that to happen I can get better"

Jake " you always say that you don't mean it or to now look what is happing no one else will wish to teach you"

Jake " that times I'm cleaning up your mess and speaking to others because you means we lost more of our people and home, all of this because you are scared ... stop being childish and selfish y/n and act your age because you selfish ways are causing this all"

y/n " I'm sorry dad I not mean anything of this I don't wish to be selfish"

Jake " I don't have the this I'm the leader I have our people and your brothers training to deal with neteyam has to be ready you are wasting my time and his"

y/n " what about mom I can help her maybe I can prove my self there and maybe grandma as well"

Jake " she busy with your baby sister tuk still a child and needs all her attention, and she has her stuff to deal with and your other siblings"

Jake " leave mo'at out of this matter she has your sisters to take after you she doesn't need you"

y/n " well maybe I can help your or the humans I can be helpful dad, give me a chance I know I have mess up but maybe if you hear me out"

Jake " I don't have time for now just go elsewhere and stay away from the warriors and everyone until future notice once again, I will be apologizing for you mistakes"

y/n " I can go say sorry to the class and my mentors"

Jake " just stopp y/n you have done enough today just go else" you said nothing else everyone knew your dad loves your sibling more, then you because when they messed up it was okay but when you messed up it was bad. He will defend them more than he will defend you and that was true.

y/n " yes sir" you soon walked away it seems like everyone was listening to the conversation, you soon reached your mom and sister as they sat outside of the home with, some other mother and children by them having a good time.

y/n " hey"

tuk " sis you are home"

y/n " yes lesson got done early"

kiri " did they or did you mess up again come on sister you have to start thinking more, before you act"

y/n " I did my best"

y/n " umm can I help you all with the weaving I got better" neytiri and kiri looked at each other and soon looked at you.

kiri " sister I and mom have been working on this for months and we have to make sure the style stays good, and it and project me and mom have been trying to keep a secret for dad"

y/n " oh what is it for"

neytiri " a gift for you father is has all the families ikran on it"

tuk " all but mine"

kiri " hush once you get your ikran we will add it" you were looking over the project it had everything special about everyone, in the family well expect you.

y/n "I think you are all missing something"

kiri " no we are not everything on there"

y/n " no you are missing...." you had taken a step not trying to ruin anything but there was soon a loud rip sound.

kiri " no y/n " you soon looked down to see the image of your parents and family had been ripped in half.

y/n " I'm sorry I was making sure I didn't step on anything wrong, here I can help" you had moved out of the way trying to clean up the mess you had made accidentally, but tuk and some other kids were running around not paying attention and trip over you bow that you placed away safely, but one kid had tossed it down hoping to win the game but it was seen like you had done it. sending them falling into the ground, hurting themselves as cries let out.

neytiri " tuk"

y/n " oh tuk I'm so sorry I didn't see you"

neytiri " enough"

y/n " here let me help I can take tuk and take care of her"

kiri " enough sister please move ... move I need to attend to our sister you had hurt while not looking where you are going"

y/n " umm sure is there anything I can do"

kiri " no juts stop"

y/n " tuk I'm sorry so sorry"

tuk " it hurts"

y/n " oh tuk I'm so sorry when you are better I will make it up to you, hey hey don't we go for flight or you can have my desert at dinner"

tuk " can a hug help"

y/n " oh tuk"

neytiri " just leave you sister alone just go away for a bit, we can deal with her"

y/n " okay mom is there anything I can do while I'm gone I can get dinner or collect new materials for the project anything name it"

neytiri " become a better daughter and sister, and one of the people" you looked at you mom hurt and it seems like your sister heard it as well, but soon went back to attend to tuk who was still hurt because of you.

navi mother " you have no shame ruining your mom and sister work and not hurting children even your own sister"

y/n " I didn't mean to if there anything I can do"

neytiri " just go away y/n please just leave and don't come back" neytiri was now looking at you in the eyes and she was mad, it seems like she didn't see you as her daughter anymore. You didn't say anything else as you soon left, feeling all eyes on you getting dirty looks from the mothers and their kids. Once you were out of the view of the clan you soon started running as fast and far you legs can take you. You kept on running until you could no longer run anymore feeling the pain in your legs and feet.

y/n " I'm even a failure to my family" you didn't know where you ran to but you just wish to sit down and relax.

y/n " I can't be a warrior like the rest of my family and I will never be a healer like kiri ... I always mess up and can never do everything everyone else wants me to do it like .... I'm no true navi I'm a demon in false body"

y/n " even I'm bring my sibling into this when it not their problem"

y/n " now because of me we are losing this warrior and more lives will be lost, and now I rude dad gift he would of like so much I rude everything .... I'm selfish and childlish as well" tears were falling down your face as your felt like a complete failure as daughter, sister, and navi altogether. You even thought the human hate you as well as they will rush away and cover stuff when you came by, you were unwanted by everyone. expect your sibling, your grandmother, and spider they always love you and wanted to spend time with you.

y/n " I just wanted to be helpful and keep everyone alive and well" you soon felt something touch your forehead. You soon open your eyes to see a wood spirt you had gotten up and look at it.

y/n " hello little one are you lost" you reach out your hand as the spirt start floating over it making you laugh and smile, soon more spirts had shown up getting your attention.

y/n " well it look like you are not alone" the wood spirt had float down towards your feet and start making it way up, soon followed by other doing the same as well as the other float around you. A smile had grown on your face as this happen it was so beautiful and wonderful.

y/n " huh" it seems like the woods spirt were leading you towards something so you decide to follow them, going deep and deeper into the forest until you reached a grand spitter tree.

y/n " wow' you follow the spirts towards the grains tree as all the other trees started to glowing brighter and brighter. you soon reach the tree truck.

y/n " I have never been here what is here anyways where I'm" the spirt from earlier was floating near you, as one the tree branch was hanging low.

y/n " I'm going with you want me to grab and see what happens right, well I'm trusting you spirt and all your friends ... oh please great mother given me strength to be strong and helpful ... I just want to be there for my family and people as I feel lost and useless" you had closed your eyes and made the connection, soon open your eyes.

y/n " huh" you soon saw Thanator was trapped one of rda traps, you remember this day as you soon saw a child version of you. Who was walking slowing towards the creatures holding your blade as you walked towards the creature. the Thanator was looking at young you made and growling, as you raised up your blade looking like you were making a hunter blow when you cut off the trap from the creatures and removed and tracking device.

younger you " there you go see I mean you no harm" younger you had broken the tracking device in many piece and soon tossed it over a cliff.

young you " see all good now you are all better they will not find you" the Thanator soon looked at you and soon bowed towards you and your bow back, the creatures soon ran off into the woods. The Thanator was not the last creatures you saved from hunter traps.

y/n " I remember that day I was so proud of myself" soon another memory started playing it was other version of you from years ago . You had come across some rda scientists and one solider .

Scientist " leave us alone we mean you no harm"

younger you " I mean no harm as well"

Scientist 2 " then why are you here anyways"

younger you " I saw your fire and came to see if you need help ... you r friend is sick" you had seen the other humans laying down sweating badly and sick.

Scientist 3 " no please don't him he our friend he mean no harm, he has a family"

younger you " I'm here to help no cause anymore harm" you soon saw flower that could help and some herbs, you grabbed them and soon of metal cups starting cursing them.

solider "what going one ... she one of them what is is doing"

Scientist 3 " don't worry she her to help you"

younger you " the hot water can I use it"

Scientist " yes give her what she said" the forth scientist had grabbed the water and gave it to you, and you soon poured the water into the cup and soon walked to the man.

younger you " drink it and you will feel better" You were kneeling down towards the man as he looked at you, he soon took the cup his friend.

solider " it ever sweet"

Scientist " what did you give him"

younger you " a herbal tea that will help heal you friend he will feel better soon"

solider ' thank you"

younger you " you are welcome now you all most head back to your home, before the scouting party see you"

Scientist 2 " why are you helping us"

younger you " because I care and you all seem like you mean no harm"

scientist " are you well enough to move"

solider " yes ready to go"

younger you " here some advice the rda higher up are using you all I know you all came here for some reason, but once the rda has had it use with you they will leave you all behind"

Scientist " thank you child we will always remember this"

younger you " if you use this way you will be home befroe dark and avoid any hunters out there, the warriors and brave and will defend our homes ... I have show your kindness today where other wouldn't dont make me regret my choices" the human had looked at you soon clearing thier stuff and soon leave the area, you made sure their tracks were not followed.

y/n " I still wonder whatever happen to them after that day" you had shown kindness and help your so called enemies will others would not. You even shown kindness toward you clan members and humans even due they didn't like it most of the time. soon the memories ended and you back in the real world.

???? " you are not selfish or childish" you soon got scared when you heard a deep voice speaking to you, making you looked around to see tshaik standing near you but she seemed different.

y/n " hello have you called me here"

????? " yes I have called you here today as I have been sneaking you out since the day you open your eyes"

y/n " huh"

????? " you think you are useless, selfish, and childlish, failure I'm right" the women was walking around you as you following her every movement.

y/n " yes"

???? " that is false I have seen what you have done in the past showing kindness towards the creatures here and face the most dangerous ones, and being there for enemies you wish to understand verse hate them"

y/n " yes"

????? " you are not useless, selfish, childlish, and failure you are perfect my child as I have a dynasty made for you and you will discover more as you grow"

y/n " huh what do you mean"

???? " you have come to place that thsaik once they are in elders years can come and you are still young, that speak volumes you will be great tshaik one day"

y/n " no that is for my sister I can't take that away"

????" still caring for your family that why you will be perfect my child, you will be good tshaik and show everyone what you can do" the women was soon standing in front of you and soon tapped your forehead as wood spirts soon started circle around you, as the women disappeared as the tree starting glowing bright and brighter. The wind was blowing as well and you could hear this sweet song and soon everything had felt like it stopped.

???? " now go live your life with wonder and beauty it will not be easy, but you will do great things my child great things" soon it felt like everything had ended.

y/n " thank you" It was night time and you realized it was far to late to be away from home, your family might be worried for you. You soon raced home with a smile one your face as the spirts followed you, as the ground glowing under your feet as your feet hit the ground. While everything else glowed when you fingers touched them, you felt some happy once you reached home you were alone.

y/n " I'm home but it seems like no came looking for me ... it okay at least they are all okay that all the matters" you soon reached your home to hear and see you family having a good time eating dinner and talking, you wish to join them but you didn't after today you felt it was wrong.

y/n " I should leave it will be bad if they see me" you soon went to place you had made with your siblings and spider, you soon climbed all the way up there it was tree house that what Jake called it. You had picked some fruit while eating it, watching some the light turn. You looked out onto pandora wondering what will happen next and what was your dynasty. You had fallen asleep that night not feeling alone like past nights you felt like you were not alone. anymore and just maybe there was some others here and with the great mother that are on your side.

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Living In A Moment You Would Die For (Part 2 of Dirty Little Secret)

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Pairing:Rafe Cameron x pogue!reader

TW:angst, violence, mild abuse (fuck you, Ward), I think thats all

Summary: Rafe hashes it out with Ward, and luckily you show up to save the day.

Word Count:2.2k

A/N:Dark Rafe AND soft Rafe? we love the duality

"Have you lost your fucking mind? Do you have any idea what this is going to do to our image?"

Rafe is standing stoically, an unmoving force as his father's rage whips around him like a hurricane. You both decided it's best for him to address it alone; who knows what Ward would do if you were there. 

On any given day, you could find Rafe cowering before his father; no more than the scared child that has always tried to get out as unscathed as possible. 

However, it seems Rafe's protective instincts over you are the only thing stronger than his fear, and for the first time, he's confronting his father as a man.

Rafe shrugs casually, his hands slotted in his front pockets, as his mouth turns downwards to express disinterest. 

"I don't care."

Rose places her head in her hands, stress consuming her while Ward looks like he's about to explode. 

"What do you mean you don't care? Rafe, you're jeopardizing our position as the most powerful family in Outer Banks. You're threatening our life that I busted my ass to build!"

Ward nearly hits him when he has the gall to smile, Rafe's hand coming up to wipe at the corner of his mouth as he turns away. 

"Your life and position. Not mine. She is my life and future, not you."

Ward is shaking with anger, and for once the tables are turned as Rafe holds control over the situation. He's been at his father's mercy his entire life, completely powerless and unable to make his own choices. 

Now, it's his father that is left floundering, unable to do anything to change the outcome. 

"Rafe, so help me God I will-"

At this Rafe whips around and stalks forward, now mere inches from his father as he glowers down at him. 

"You'll what? The next words out of your mouth better not even resemble a threat or you'll see just how much of a monster you created, Ward. Isn't so fun when you're the one helpless, is it?"

The darkness that he tries so hard to keep at bay is starting to consume him, overtaking his senses and muddling his decision-making skills. He's dangerous when he's like this, but this time he doesn't fight it. 

He lets it take over, his ocean blue irises just a thin rim around his blown-out pupils as he takes ragged breaths. He silently hopes that his father chooses his next words carefully because he's fairly certain if there's even the slightest threat to your safety he'll strangle him. 

He knows for a fact he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of remorse.

"Son-"

Rafe cuts him off, the beast that sleeps inside him wide awake and looking for blood. 

"Don't call me that!" 

His voice booms, so deep it's barely recognizable, and bounces off the walls. Whatever demons lurk under the surface of Ward's practiced composure were passed onto him, and grew tenfold.

He is his father's son, a new and improved lethal force. He inherited Ward's psychotic tendencies, and the patriarch left one thing unaccounted for. 

His son was born with a storm brewing inside of him, yet lacked the love and support to calm it. Years of neglect and mounting pressure amplified the damage, feeding the devil that resides deep in his chest until it ripped its way to freedom. 

A lifetime of corruption and inadequacy is enough to drive someone mad, and Ward has been living inside a guarded bubble, blissfully ignorant to what his only son is capable of. 

It's all crashing down on him now, no longer allowing him the comfort of turning the other cheek. 

"I've begged for help for years. You are not going to take away and ruin the one thing that makes me feel like I'm not a waste of space! I pissed away a year with the love of my life because of you. If it's between you and her, fucking trust me when I say that I will choose her."

His voice is unnervingly quiet now, more akin to a growling animal than a human. Ward swallows, desperately trying to appear unbothered. Deep down he knows the only thing more alarming than a screaming Rafe is a quiet Rafe.

"Try all you want, Rafe. I'm not afraid of you." 

Rafe laughs, and Ward would be lying if he said it didn't send a shiver up his spine.

"You should be. You painted me as the villain before I even knew what the word meant. Maybe it's time I fill those shoes."

Ward blinks a few times, taken aback at the sincerity in his son's voice. 

"I'm your father, Rafe."

The younger Cameron purses his lips and nods, taking a step back. 

"Why do you think you're still alive?"

Ward is struck silent; genuinely at a loss for words as Rafe licks his lips and places a bruising hand on his shoulder.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to give us your blessing and stay the fuck out of our relationship. You will be nice to her and welcome her to the family because whether you like it or not, she's going to carry the Cameron name one day."

Against his better judgment, Ward scoffs and shoves his son back. 

"Or what?"

Rafe doesn't retaliate, instead crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging. 

"Or I'll tell Shoupe that you killed Big John."

Ward blanches at the promise and takes a menacing step forward. 

"You wouldn't do that. You're still my child, and you wouldn't dare put me behind bars."

Rafe's gaze is unwavering as he stares directly into his father's eyes, and he nods. 

"Is that gamble you're willing to make?"

Ward's eyes are nearly black now, bearing a striking resemblance to the man in front of him. Like father like son. 

"He wouldn't believe you. No one would."

Normally the statement would cause Rafe to back down; erase any fight he had left in him. He's too far gone now, images of you flashing through his mind. Before he fell in love with you, his family and the promise of inheriting the business were all he had. 

Rafe always thought there was nothing more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose. Now he's intimately aware of the truth; there's nothing more dangerous than a man with something to lose. 

A man with someone to live for, and to protect. That someone is you. 

A man that doesn't fear death will play fast and loose with his life; he'll lie down and accept defeat when backed into a corner because he has no reason to keep going. 

But a man that wants to live? He'll do anything to keep breathing; he'll fight until his knuckles are bloody and bruised, until every fiber of his being begs him to succumb, and then he'll fight some more.

"Then I'll tell John B. How do you think he and his friends will react to finding out Ward Cameron murdered his father in cold blood? Personally, I think they'll want an eye for an eye."

Ward's hand flies up to Rafe's throat, an unrelenting grip restricting his airflow. Glass shatters on the hardwood floor when Rafe shoves him back against the table, his father's neatly pressed cashmere button down crushed between his fingers. 

He's a split second away from connecting his fist to his father's jaw when everything stops. Your saccharine voice floats to his ears and all the chaos, all the violence that has been clawing at his throat and making his knuckles tingle with the desire to be let out, dissipates. 

In an instant, the storm clears and sunshine beams within his soul. The raging wildfire is snuffed out and in its place something even brighter; A love and airy lightness that sets him ablaze in an entirely different way, and fills his lungs with desperately needed oxygen. 

"Baby? What are you doing here?" 

Rafe releases his punishing grip and turns to face you, his hands that are capable of such devastating destruction and usually stained crimson now aching to pull you close. 

Ward's eyebrows pinch together, a look of sheer bewilderment taking over his features as he observes his son's jarring change in demeanor. Rafe's voice is soft as summer rain, a stark contrast to the venom dripping off his tongue just a few seconds ago. 

Your eyes flit between him and his father, taking in the situation as the wheels turn in your head. You figure out what's going on almost immediately; your concerned expression turning to one of understanding. 

You take a tentative step forward, locking eyes with your boyfriend. He knows that you know; his gaze has been set on you since the moment he registered your presence.

That's one thing Rafe has never fully understood; the way you capture his attention in such an alluring manner that he couldn't look away even if the world was exploding around him. 

"You were supposed to meet me twenty minutes ago and you weren't answering your phone. I was worried so I wanted to check on you."

Your voice is calm as you explain, bringing Rafe a comfort only you can provide that he can't quite wrap his head around. 

"I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to worry you. We were just wrapping up." 

You nod slowly, still inching forward until you're close enough for Rafe to inhale your intoxicating scent. You stop just short of him and stare up into his eyes, the unwavering adoration ever present in your gaze. 

One of your hands comes up to lay flat on his chest, the other one finding purchase on his cheek; grounding him like an anchor. 

It's such a simple action, and yet it brings his nervous system out of fight or flight and into stability. It never fails to amaze him; the way he never knew what home felt like until he found you. 

It's as if your very existence wraps him in a warm blanket, beckoning him to unclench his taut muscles and lay down his sword. 

Being with you disarms him and it's like your soul reaches out and whispers ' It's okay now. Kick off your shoes, grab a cup of coffee, and come tell me your burdens. Stay a while."

His hand comes up to his face to cover yours and the demon on his shoulder breathes a sigh of relief, exhaling slowly and muttering 'Ah yes, there she is. Our north star on a pitch black night'.

"It's alright, my love."

Your voice is tender, an underlying question lingering that you don't verbalize but rather ask with your eyes. 

Are you okay?

Rafe peers down at you, and you find your answer in the way his cerulean irises twinkle. 

I am now.

You give him a reassuring smile, and he resists the urge to kiss the sides of your mouth where the skin wrinkles so adorably or the corners of your eyes where the muscles crinkle endearingly.

He's almost certain that you shine so bright it casts a glow on him, the warmth and beauty enough to make him fall to his knees and weep. 

He resigned himself to his fate a long time ago; made peace with the fact he's probably going to hell. He figures that's okay because he's never been more sure that he's already experienced heaven here on Earth with you. 

He had told you as such one night, wrapped in your embrace under the twilight. 

"I think it's just my fate to be evil." 

The statement had ripped through you like a shockwave, and you sat up to look at him with such intensity he felt like he had done something wrong.

"It's not your fate, Rafe. It was circumstance. You're not evil, you're hurt and scared. You don't want to be that way, and that's how I know that deep down you're good. Bad people don't care that they're bad."

That was the night he knew he loved you, and the words have echoed in the back of his mind ever since. They come rushing to the forefront at this exact moment, flashing like a neon sign. 

"Since you're done, why don't we go get ice cream?"

He nods eagerly, not paying his father or Rose any mind as he takes your hand and leads you out of the house. You don't press for details; the fine print doesn't really matter anyway. You're here now, the last year of sneaking around and heartache long forgotten. 

Rafe watches out of the corner of his eye as your hair whips around your face and you perform a mini concert in his passenger seat, lost in your own little world. His hand squeezes your thigh periodically, a reminder to himself that you're real and you're his. 

He lets himself exist in the moment, committing the smell of salty sea air and the sound of your singing to memory. 

He feels electrified, acutely aware of the air conditioning blowing on his face and the leather steering wheel gripped in his hand. Being with you makes him feel alive, and he silently wonders what the hell he thought living was before. 

And as he watches you eat your ice cream cone with the cold treat dripping down your chin, he smiles so big that his cheeks ache. Yes, this is what it feels like to live and not just survive. 

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #outer banks angst

[violetken]

what if megumi's mom never died?

WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR JUJUTSU KAISEN MANGA!!!!!!!

(I’ve been thinking about Toji x Megumi’s mama so much and I decided to make a long rant about an AU where she lived! I’m not Gege, so take this with a grain of salt.)

To start off, it is canon that megumama was the only woman that Toji ever ‘truly gave himself to’. She made him a better person, and her death highly influenced him to do the actions we see in canon. That being said, if she was alive, ‘hidden inventory’ would be pretty boring. Toji wouldn’t assassinate Riko, and would ideally be working a random job in an office to provide for his family. However, Haibara’s death would still occur, and unfortunately, Geto would turn to the dark side. Geto was born cursed to begin with, and there are so many other factors besides Riko’s assassination that drove him insane.

Gojo’s personality had a significant change after Toji attacked him in canon. Since Toji never attacks him in this AU, I like to think his personality would be slightly different than we see now. Probably more annoying/immature. He also might not always keep his limitless technique on 24/7. 

Megumi’s cursed technique would still be here in this AU, and therefore he still is Toji’s winning card against the Zenin clan. Toji likely would have more children with megumama as well, so there is a possibility of having other children with powerful cursed techniques. However, Tsumiki and Megumi would have no knowledge of one another, since Toji wouldn’t have married her mother. 

Speaking of Megumi, he’d be a happier teen, and have a good childhood since he has both parents, siblings & an overall stable family life. His personality would be very different! I like to think he’d be a little bit more like Yuuji or even Gojo. In canon, he thinks his parents left him, and he had no one to rely on, which is why he behaves the way we see. In this AU, it is the opposite. 

I believe Toji would allow Satoru Gojo to mentor and train Megumi. Megumi and Gojo would likely get along very well. Toji would form some what of an alliance with Gojo. Additionally, Toji would definitely train Maki & help her reach her highest potential. Toji & megumama might even take care of both Mai & Maki, knowing how cruel the Zenin clan was to them, and they all bond over their hatred of their clan. If Toji chooses to take both the girls under his wing, the relationship between the sisters would have been much much much stronger, and Mai likely wouldn’t have died. 

In this AU, Sukuna and Kenjaku are still lurking and scheming. Therefore, Shibuya & the culling games & everything after would still occur, but certain things would just be a tad bit different. For example, Granny Ogami wouldn’t bring Toji’s soul back from the dead, and he wouldn’t wreck havoc. There is a 50/50 chance of Gojo being sealed. It doesn’t matter much though, because he will eventually be unsealed anyway. 

If Toji interferes in the Shibuya battles that take place, there is a slight chance that deaths could’ve been avoided, such as Nanami & Nobara. However, the deaths of some characters seem unavoidable, such as Principal Yaga, Mechamaru & Grandpa Zenin. There is always the possibility of Toji dying in Shibuya too, but let's say that he survives Shibuya. Characters would still be heavily injured from Shibuya: Inumaki losing his arm, Maki & Nanami getting burns, Nobara & Nanami both losing an eye. 

Since Mai is alive in this AU, the Zenin clan massacre likely would not have occurred. Megumi & Naoya would still fight over the position of the new clan head. With Megumi having support from Choso, Toji, his siblings, Maki, Mai, Yuuji, and literally so many more people, Naoya wouldn’t even be a problem & Megumi would win in a landslide….Therefore, the Zenin clan would go through vast changes, now that Megumi is in control, and has the help of Toji/Maki/Mai.

Sukuna likely would not have been able to possess Megumi. Instead, it likely would’ve been Yuuji’s body or maybe one of Megumi’s siblings (if they have special cursed techniques) bodies that Gojo is fighting in the current arc. Without Megumi/Sukuna’s shikigami, Gojo would have a much easier time defeating Sukuna. It won’t be easy to save the vessel while defeating Sukuna (we don’t even know currently in the manga what is going to happen…), so the chances of Sukuna’s vessel dying are 50/50. 

After defeating Sukuna, the group likely would go after Kenjaku, and most likely return victorious. Gojo would put Geto’s body to rest once and for all. 

Overall, Jujutsu Kaisen would be a bit less dark and would have a somewhat happy ending with most of the characters being alive (although some of them are not in good shape, but who gives af at least they are alive).

That’s it for now, let me know what you guys think!

#toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen #mamaguro #mamagumi #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #jjk #shibuya #toji zenin #naoya zenin #zenin clan #jjk zenin #maki zenin #culling games #sukuna #jjk toji #fushiguro toji #geto suguru #jjk geto #gojo #hidden inventory arc #suguru #mai zenin #shibuya arc #itadori yuuji #jjk yuuji #nobara kugisaki #nanami kento #jjk nanami

[metacrisisdoctor]

tenrose is ninerose

the amount of ninerose shippers who hate tenrose is really depressing.

i understand having a preference in writing choice or in the actors and their chemistry and which you enjoy more, but to act like they're completely different relationships is so deeply unfair and incorrect.

when i first watched rtd who, what i really admired was how seamless the transition between nine and ten was. it still felt like the same show, the same characters and the same relationship while still allowing rose to grieve the ninth doctor and be confused and hurt with what happened.

i am someone, who if i HAD to choose, would choose tenrose. however, that's ONLY because tenrose is ninerose.

the only reason i feel the way i feel about the tenth doctor and rose is because of the story that they had already built. i don't think rose and ten fell in love, they were obviously already in love and then fell deeper in love as time went on (as it should be, no?) which makes my feelings for them stronger, but i don't see them as different relationships.

everything about tenrose - and ten/tentoo - only makes sense when you take ninerose into consideration. nine met rose immediately after having destroyed gallifrey. he is closed off, in pain, angry and hurt to put it mildly. he meets rose and she shows him softness and good in the universe again. she makes him feel like he isn't all alone. she gives him hope. he takes her to see the end of the world and she doesn't flinch, she stays. together, they can face anything.

as season one progresses we see how the doctor and rose discover each other, how they influence and bring out the best in the other. rose, just by existing and being her, helps the doctor remember who he is. she helps him heal, she makes him - the doctor - better. not a better person, but she makes him feel better.

and like she makes him better, he makes her realize she can take things into her own hands and be bigger and more powerful than she had ever imagined. so when she has to save him, she does whatever is necessary because she loves him as much as he does her.

because of how deep his love for her is he makes the decision to kiss her and save her life knowing it will mean regeneration for him, which is something he obviously did not want, but he accepts it because it was a worthy sacrifice.

nine dies out of his love for rose, and ten is BORN out of his love for rose. ten's entire existance quite literally revolves around rose and his love for her. ten's journey is about hope, because that is what she gave him. and in the end it is both his salvation (tentoo) and his downfall (ten) because since he was born out of loving her and this new family that he found, he is born with the need to be human, to NOT change. as nine he found everything he had been searching for, so as ten he is done searching. this is why he "shuts down" to a degree after school reunion and seeing sarah jane again. he loves all his companions, but rose is different. rose is everything, and he cannot bear the fact that he will lose her someday- but he also knows that he could never truly leave her behind.

this is why the only way to seperate them was with doomsday. all of this deep love and this desire to be with her in ways he never could ("the one adventure i can never have.") started in season ONE with ninerose ("street corner, two in the morning.") and shaped who he became when he regenerated into this version of himself who was everything he was because of her.

this doesn't invalidate ninerose or their relationship, because it's the SAME relationship. i don't have to pit them against each other because they're not seperate in my mind and i know this goes for most tenrose and tentoorose shippers.

in the end ten had to find a way to become human, even if in one life, and when he couldn't in another he had to regenerate because the hope rose gave him was becoming a vice instead of a virtue.

the doctor is always the same person (yes, including tentoo - argue with the wall) but there is no denying that the feelings and experiences that are happening when the doctor regenerates effects how the next incarnation of them feels and behaves. so when ten regenerated "died" because he felt things the way a human would and therefore he was able to move on.

this doesn't mean that rose and everything he felt for her or how she saved him from himself is meaningless. it means, in a way, it's eternal. he knows they get to be happy in another universe, and that gives the doctor the strength to keep going and open their hearts to new adventures with new people who are worth loving as well. she made him see that.

and it all starts with ninerose.

stop acting like they're not the same relationship and you'll understand why tenrose is "more popular" because some of us understand that the doctor is the doctor. period.

#dw #doctor x rose #ninerose #tenrose #tentoorose #rose tyler #timepetals #rambles #if a tenrose/tentoorose anti even tries me 😀🔫

[blueseachelle]

It's a Contract. Chapter 1.

Vox Machina Critical Role

Percy De Rolo x Female! Human! Draconian Warlock! Reader

This is going to be interesting!

"Y/n. Do you know why were are valued?"

"No, Momma. I do not."

Little Y/n looked up to her mother and slightly tugged at her dress. She smiled, picking the little girl up, causing her to giggle.

"Because, My little dragon, it's because of our linage."

"How?"

"You see, A long time ago, one of our ancestors was found to be favored by Bahamut, The God of Dragons. This is where our story begins. This is what lead to our clans power and our internal spirits. That's how we only die do to old age or if we don't find favor with Bahamut. If we get killed, we get another chance if we have been carrying on the bloodline correctly or, being a good follower."

"That's why we have magic?"

"Yes, that's why you have a lot of magic this young in life. You will continue to get stronger and stronger until the day you go."

"I'm gonna be the strongest Dagon to every exist!"

"I know, My love. We all know."

This was the truth. Somehow, she was born in direct favor with Bahamut himself. One of the linage was supposed to but, they never expected it to be her. They always that it was going to be Y/n's older brother. He showed the signs but, it wasn't true. Y/n was born into there lives and was the exact opposite of him.

When the ceremony of Favor had come, it seemed as if Bahamut himself descended from the plain of Celestia to greet her and make the promise. Her hair was changed that moment. Going from blond hair to a dark blue ombre (Midnight blue to a light blue). Her eyes changed from the clan light blue eyes to a galaxy blue color (color number #000044 if you were wondering). Her eyes would almost shimmer like the stars in the sky.

From that moment on, She was the chosen. She thrived and grew faster than any of her ancestors. Magic, weapons, etc. She was proficient in all. She was the bringer of Justice. To pave the path.

Soon, the De Rolo clan reached out to them and asked if one of family members to become a console wizard. Of course, the older brother thought that it would be him since he is the oldest and currently have the best ties to other kingdoms.

When the family was choosing who to send, Y/n asked to go. This irked the brother but, let it go. At least he would make a statement in the clan and run it before she had the chance to take everything from him. She, of course, never knew he felt this way.

When she was asked why she wants to go, she said she feels like her spirit is calling and she is going to complete a new chapter in power than what surface they are scratching. They, of course, let her go.(She was 16 at the time, Im gonna say Percy is 18 in the beginning.)

This is where our story officially begins.

Y/n's feet finally touched the ground in front of the pristine white castle of Whitestone. Her Dark blue and black armor adored her body. The main part was a mid-thigh dress with a long cloak on top reaching about to her knees. Her boots goes about low thigh. The metal on her body was carved to be like scales. (I give up. Heres a link with a general idea. Sorry, I'm lazy. Insert the scale like metal pieces. ANYWAY!)

She was greeted by the whole royal family. She bowed in respect to them.

"Hello. My name is Y/n Dagon. I'm here to fulfill the request you put in."

She stood back up straight and instantly made eye contact with Percy. He was entranced with her beauty. He felt like the whole world stopped and it was just them. Looking into each others eyes for what seemed like forever. The galaxy eyes could go on forever and he was ready to stare until the end.

"Hello, Y/n. Thank you for gracing us with your presence. I know how important to you are to your clan so, this means the world to us."

His father said with his jolly voice.

"Of course. I'm happy to be of service."

Everyone was introduced to each other.

After settled in, Y/n was finally made official and given her jobs, which consisted of being Percy's bodyguard. She was needed to protect the heir of the throne and ensure the continuation of the De Rolo rule.

Of course, they grew close. He learned about her and she him. He loved every moment he had with her. She never wanted to leave his side but, she felt a cruel feeling in her stomach every time she wanted to take the relationship to the next level. She knew to trust the feeling so, she did. They remained friends even though having massive crushes on each other.

A year then passed and the bond still existed between them but, the feeling in Y/n's stomach only got stronger. Her spirit was telling her to prepare herself for a drastic change.

And.... It was right.

#vox machina #Critical role #X reader #Percy de rolo #Percy de rolo x reader #Percy x Y/n #Percy x reader #Progressively updating #chapter 1 #Vox Machina #Demons #Dragons #d&d 5e #dungeons and dragons #gunslinger #Series #Turning into smut #Lol #LMAO

[somereaderinblue]

MAWS S2 Trinity Theory

So, everyone is theorizing how S2 might introduce more superhero characters to the point the finale involves the formation of the JL.

But yk what I think? I think we should take a step back.

For it to be the whole JL, it'd mean introducing a lot of new characters. Keep in mind that if S2 also contains only 10 eps, that's not a lot of time for each one to develop & for us to subsequently connect with. It'll also encroach on Lois & Jimmy's screen time.

Thus, instead of the JL, it should be the DC Trinity.

Introducing Bruce Wayne/Batman:

-It can be the usual playboy vers or maybe a younger rougher vers like Battinson. 

-MAWS can subvert his usual 'Beware the Superman' attitude & he instead comes to Metropolis for help (after some testing & stalking observing). It’d also be a huge middle finger to a lotta writers if he outright says something along the lines of ‘This guy? A threat? Please, actual puppies have more malice than him.’

-Maybe he strikes up an unexpected friendship with Jimmy over his conspiracy theories, bcz Bruce being Bruce would definitely be investigating similar cases with dead seriousness.

-He can also bond with Clark & Lois by making fun of other corrupt ppl in power (*koff* Lex *koff* Vicki). 

-He unknowingly shows them that like Clark, he too is a good person at his core. Instead of using his trauma as a Freudian Excuse to be horrible, he uses it to be better, stronger, all so a family can safely go home after a great movie.

Introducing Diana Prince/Wonder Woman:

-Maybe Clark assumes she's also a Kryptonian refugee. 

-She isn't, she's an Amazon but they still connect. They understand what it's like to have that inherent feeling of being an outsider bcz you'll always be that one adoptee amongst the billions of others born in the world you've given your heart to.

-Maybe Diana/Wonder Woman bonds with Lois. Lois confides with her abt the struggles with being a minority woman (due to her half Korean heritage) & Diana also admits her uncertainty in navigating Man’s World which isn't as black/white as her mother & sisters painted it to be.

-Jimmy is mostly fanboying bcz Amazons are real! Now he just has to know if they rlly live on an invisible magical island (they do).

-She meets Superman both inside and outside of the cape and she sees that this is what Man’s World is capable of bcz at the end of the day, despite the blood in his veins, Clark was raised by Man’s World. All his virtues and strengths were taught to him by Ma & Pa Kent, not Kryptonian soldiers or Amazon warriors.

I love the JL as much as anyone but I wouldn’t mind if the show finds a middle ground in focusing more on the DC Trinity. Each of them have endured loneliness, each of them are full of so much love they want to give to a world that’ll always choose to take first, each of them will always go above and beyond to do what’s right and save others naysayers be damned.

Most importantly? All of them deserve to be happy and maybe they can find some happiness with each other too.

#maws #my adventures with superman #NOT CANON #just my personal theory #dc trinity #clark kent #bruce wayne #diana prince

[randomnameless]

FE 25 :

Uwu:(...) I question the way in which our society is designed. No matter what strength a person has, it is the station he is born into that controls his destiny. And you cannot control where you will be born. Do you believe that a person of low birth should simply endure the curse of his station? I think not. If you are stronger than those around you, you should benefit from your strength. This is why I will use my strength to remake this world. Class and rank will not matter. Human and sub-human will not matter. The strong will possess everything. The weak will submit to their will. Is this not the meaning of peace? A subhuman: Are you saying that the lives of those without strength have no value?

Uwu : If after all of this you believe the weak will still be weak, that is only because they are too used to relying on others instead of on themselves. A barbarian and potential subhuman lover : There are those who cannot live without their faith... and those who cannot go on once they have lost their reason for living. Your path will not be able to save them. It is the path of the strong, and so, it could only benefit the strong.

Uwu: That is the natural order. The only way for the weak to survive is to cling to the strong. Our discussion is over. Tell me, frail little bird who cannot fight; which do you choose? Submission? Or death? A subhuman: …Life proffered to me by your hand is something I would never accept! A barbarian and potential subhuman lover : (...) I finally understand…what you believe is right.

The context is different, Dimi has a special background with Supreme Leader and is her step-brother, so it makes sense trying to reach for her and at least try to understand what is going on in her mind, than Reyson, a frail and weak laguz by birth, trying to understand and reach out for Ashnard.

But are we really supposed to think Dimi's reply here is pretty different because he personally knew his Ashnard? Or because he isn't a weak and frail thing by birth, like Reyson, so he isn't as angry or as passionate in his replies?

I know this scene plays a role in Dimitri's arc - he tries to reach out for her (hand) when he earlier only wanted to end her life, because he isn't driven by revenge or vengeance anymore and wants to save people, even Supreme Leader.

So this convo is less about Supreme Leader and more about him.

And yet, imo, this always felt sort of wrong, because while Dimitri cannot do a thing for the people who are already dead (killing Supreme Leader won't bring them back, he has to think about the living now and not to avenge the dead) - Dimitri is still talking to someone who gave means and opportunities (and fodder!) to Izuka to create Feral Ones thus most likely knows there is a Gritnea Tower around, started a war and killed thousands, was involved (as far as he knows?) in the brutal killing of his family and has pretty biased views on Laguz.

Of course in the following scenes and maps, he resolves to put an end to the war thus defeat her, and we know Supreme Leader refuses his mercy and prefers to die - but the way this development is frailed is not a straight up rejection of her POV or her so called "IdEaLs", but it's framed as a tragedy because Dimitri couldn't "save" her.

No, kill that, it's even worse :

We have no choice but to destroy each other… Such is the destiny we were born to.

Now this fight - aka Dimitri wanting to put an end to Ashnard's war - is the result of fate, and not the will/choices both parties made to reach that point (which is, in a way, hilarious, because he mentions just after his line her "iron will", so pick your horse Dimitri, is this war the result of fate/destiny, or is it due to Ashnard's "iron will"?).

Ultimately, the themes and arcs of both games are different, so it's no wonder that the solution each Lord(s) offer is different - Elincia wants to avenge her parents and justice for her dead countrymen, Reyson wants to have the right to exist even if he is a weak thing by birth, Ike is out of the loop / Dimitri wants to accept Supreme Leader and "save" her because vengeance and justice drove him to a wall and got his close father figure killed, Dimitri now wants to protect the living, even Supreme Leader herself (or at least he tries).

So even if Ashnard and Supreme Leader share the same dubious ideals, keep a lizard in cage/captivity, used feral ones and started wars - the reaction to them is different, because the Lords have different character arcs and development.

That being said, even with all his character development, would a post-Rodrigue death Dimitri who, idk, is warped in FE9's Tellius, after befriending Laguz, witnessing racism, seeing Gritnea and the "wildlife experiments", witnessing Daein's army ruining civilians, learning about Lillia, Rajaion, etc etc, would that Dimitri still have reached his hand out to Ashnard upon his defeat?

If we want to stay in Fodlan, a Dimitri who befriends Nabateans (who reveals themselves to be Nabateans!), learns about the Relics, learns about Supreme Leader's goal to free the world from their existence because their race isn't allowed to have power over humans, seeing Gritnea or at least still giving fucks about the humans who were painfully transformed in Demonic Beasts (and maybe solving the question about who are they made from, random Adrestian civilians or war prisoners?), reacting to Ferdie's paralogue, learning about Rhea's zumba lessons in her 5 stars resort, etc etc, would this Dimitri still have reached his hand out to a Supreme Leader whose core belief (or least one of them) is Nabateans shouldn't be allowed to live in Fodlan, and Faerghus and Leicester should never have existed and should return to her?

Of course the game makes it so that we will never learn the answer to that second situation, because Hresvelg Tea and whatnot, but if we want to stay true to his character arc, then AM!Dimitri would still have reached out for her hand.

A Dimitri who becomes the kind of ruler Elincia is after her arc in FE10... wouldn't have at all.

#typing about the game's hresvelg grey made me think about this issue #to think the writers had the nerve to have Dimitri mention 'uwu destiny fault' when he took time to talk and understand Supreme Leader's PO #and 2 seconds later mention her own will #like you can see IS casually adding more tea in there bcs uwu maybe there's a path where everyone can walk together #plz cry it's a tragedy that you have to rekt Supreme Leader :( #no wonder why no one seems to give a fuck about her lizard prejudice it's not mentioned at all bar optional convos in SS and VW #or it's locked to her route #Baldo'n'Waldi? Who gives a fuck #sure Supreme Leader deflects the convo in the parley #but there's no fire against her uwu ideals #instead we focus on the personal tragedy between the two of them who cannot accept each other's reasoning #'i think a good nabatean is a relic they cannot exist in our world' 'wtf' 'agree to disagree' 'okay' #the writers knew it would look stupid and nonsensical so instead we get this scene #Supreme Reply replies yes to Reyson's question #and then the convo ends with Supreme Leader starting the 'ok agree to disagree let's fight later' and we have the dagger scene

[goosegoblin]

I tried looking for some advice/opinions about this on reddit, but couldn't find anyone going through a similar situation.

my boyfriend and I are getting serious. he's a wonderful guy, but he's a religion/ethnicity that is considered to be directly against mine. neither of us are religious or have any conflicts within the relationship. my parents like him too. however, my parents are immigrants and their entire community and social circle from the last few decades is people within my religion. as my boyfriend and I have been getting more serious, they've been getting more and more worried about the backlash, criticism, and mockery they might face from their community. it's easy to say that they should make new friends, but this is all they know.

I don't plan on living near them for long, so I won't face this myself. I'm worried that I'm being selfish for choosing my boyfriend. they don't ask me to break up with him because they see how happy he makes me and how much healthier my life is. but I really worry for them.

it's not fair for me to hold the burden of their relationships and friendships, but at the same time, am I a terrible daughter for continuing to be with someone that could cause them a lot of pain, ridicule, and possibly isolation?

should I bite the bullet and end my relationship before more people get hurt? my parents have given me everything and I love them so dearly. but I really can see a wonderful and loving future with my boyfriend. I don't want to hurt my parents, but I don't want to regret not giving my relationship its best chance. I'm so torn and it's really been eating me up lately :/

Hi OP- sorry for the delay in replying to this.

I'll start by saying that I don't have experience in this area, so if anyone knows more than me or feels the advice I'm giving is bad or harmful, please do step in and say!

The only thing I am fully confident in saying is that you are not a bad person and you are not a bad daughter. You are allowed to love who you love. Other people will always judge you for things, in a myriad of ways at a myriad of times. It is unfortunate that your relationship may make things harder for your parents, but that is not a good reason to deprive yourself of the things and people you love. Do not let hate be stronger than love.

I don't think your parents are silly for having the concerns they do, and I absolutely will not minimise their experiences and fears. My partner's family are immigrants and I know a huge part of their social circle is people from the same background/ country of origin. It would be incredibly hard for them to lose that. I can only imagine how hard that idea of losing valued friends must be for your parents, especially when you take into consideration the racism/ xenophobia they may have faced living in a country that they were not born in, and how much support and comfort they may have gotten from their current social circle.

But at the same time, a form of support that would exile members because one of their children dated someone from an opposing religion is a very conditional form of support. There is a part of me that wants to say "anyone who would abandon a friend because of who their child chooses to date is not a friend worth having", and whilst I understand it's somewhat dismissive, I do think there's truth there.

I notice a lot of language like 'may' in your message. Is it possible the people in your parents' lives may be more forgiving or understanding than they anticipate? It's easy to dwell on what if it goes badly, but I think it's worth acknowleding that it's not guaranteed. It could go well! It could go average. We can't predict how other people respond to our actions; all we can control is our own actions, and how we take steps to shape our own lives.

It is okay to want things. It is okay to want people. It is okay to live your life for yourself, and not to please others. It is okay to make choices to maximise your own joy even though others disapprove. You do not need to live in shame or grief or guilt or turmoil. I promise.

[amendehonorable]

* ◟ : 〔   sarah snook  ,  cis woman  +  she/her 〕  ESTHER VAN CORTLANDT ,  some say you’re a  THIRTY-NINE YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights.  known for being both UNFALTERING and HIGH-STRUNG,  one can’t help but think of  MISS AMERICA by DAVID BYRNE when you walk by. are you still a CONSIGLIERE   / DIRECTOR  at  BURNING GODS   /   NEW YORK BALLET COMPANY, even with your reputation as the SHARK? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and graceful steps down marble floors, power echoing through the click-clack of her heels; the sound of her office door closing three times, every time; a dusty bible hidden in the back of a broom closet. inside it, revelation 3:14-17, underlined and highlighted, “you say, ‘i am rich; i have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ but you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.”, although we can’t help but think of NINA SAYERS (black swan), MIMA KIRIGOE (perfect blue), LEDA CARUSO (the lost daughter) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

esther van cortlandt. a woman born suspended in a space between heaven and hell. the place you go to fester in the mistakes that rendered you a sinner in the first place, or to set yourself free. from the moment of conception, her reputation preceded her and her family as the heirs to some of the oldest money in new york city. crumbling railroads throughout the united states existed in their heyday under their control. while most of these tracks have long since been deemed unusable, the money made from these ventures had been enough to bring the world out of poverty twice over. this money exists today in the wallets of the last three living van cortlandts—abel, katerina, and esther. a father, an investor in oil, lithium, and silica. a mother, practically sold to the van cortlandts to benefit the reputation of her own family’s legacy. a daughter, bound to destroy it all one day.

the end always follows a beginning, an origin, a becoming. for esther, it started on the marley tile, in tears as she practiced her plies. by the time she could walk, her folks threw her into extra curriculars to see what would stick; gymnastics, piano, even chess. all of these bored the young girl. the only class that managed to hold her attention was ballet. as she grew older and the classes became more than daycare her parents could feel proud of, the more dedicated she became, all with the help of her mentor michèle. a tall, angular woman. so sharp she could draw blood. perfection was non-negotiable. this mentor acted more as a mother to esther than her actual mother had been, in the way that hamsters and rabbits eat their young. she saw a small seed of talent in her that she wanted to exploit or destroy—or, maybe, something in between the two. esther chooses not to think about it.

quicker than she had been able to register, her world began to revolve around dance. summer intensives, national competitions, the works. little room existed for her to revel in her youth when she had been preparing for her professional career from age eight. before high school, her time at home was spent either practicing technique or attending to schoolwork. all of her friends were forced to be just as cutthroat and anyone else who wasn’t didn’t interest her. by the time high school rolled around, she had been sent to a full-time ballet school in the heart of paris with michèle, where she further submerged herself into isolation for the sole purpose of perfection. and the closer she got, with every class, recital, show, and competition, the further she spiraled into this obsession. the thrill of winning was stronger than all of the abuse her body had to endure, and endure it did. through high school and university, everyday was the same. her body hurt with every step, her bones cracked and ached enough to stir her awake, but she didn’t listen—opting instead for dulling the pain with pills from her mentor’s medicine cabinet. she was sprinting for the finish line with the hope that it would free her, that it would act as proof of her discipline and commitment to excellence. what was her purpose, if not greatness? this question would stew and fester in her mind, michèle’s tack sharp tone narrating every thought. 

this behavior does not come without consequence. unbeknownst to her, this suffering would soon become biblical. she stepped on stage as prima ballerina for the first and last time at the paris opera ballet, where she had spent the first four years of her professional career. instead of the freedom she had dreamt up for herself, almost all of her time outside of the ballet was spent acting as caretaker for the aging michèle, who continued to mentor esther through the decline of her health. only weeks before she was set to debut as prima, michèle arrived at the emergency room unconscious. time she would’ve spent practicing was used for hospice transfers and funeral pre-arrangements. wracked with worry, the time spent at rehearsals proved to be less than fruitful. the focus she had worked so long to develop quickly diminished into a fraction of what it had once been, while the pressure to succeed mounted as opening night inched closer and  closer. the day it arrived, she relied on pure instinct until the very moment it failed her, one moment that lasted seconds would impact her for a lifetime. the doctors said something about slipped and fractured discs, untreated muscle tears, and a litany of vitamin deficiencies. everything that would cut this career she had wasted her youth developing short. michéle, just like her dreams of a legacy detached from the van cortlandt name, died as she recovered from from her injuries in a hospital.

not soon afterward, she moved back to manhattan to live in an apartment on her family’s dime. after healing from the worst of her injuries, her work shifted to teaching, simply because it was what had been expected of her. she trained dancers for dozens of performances but all of them blended together as she imagined herself on the stage. it was at one of these performances where she had met the man who would one day become her husband. strong, powerful, and secure—a day trader with a glint mischief in his eye. she didn’t learn about his position as the consigliere of the burning gods until they tied the knot. her allegiance with the gang was originally formed out of obligation. esther would come to realize that her husband was a bad man, a violent man, one who harmed indiscriminately and punished draconically. what bothered her the most, however, was his carelessness. his inability to tie loose ends. her concern with his behavior only heightened when she fell pregnant with their first child, a beautiful baby boy. she couldn’t bear the thought of having to watch her son grow up from the confines of a prison cell, rendered destitute with their name dragged through the mud.

while esther was seven months pregnant, whispers became plans, and those plans fell into action—her husband went “missing”. friends and family sent condolences while she mingled with her husbands colleagues at the burning gods, that little spark of dedication that she once felt with dancing firing again with a passion for leading and being at the helm of an organization with such notoriety. during the first few months of his disappearance, she was something of an interim consigliere. as time passed and hope of finding him dwindled, this position became more permanent. proving herself was something she had been doing all her life, and she was prepared to continue. it was all she knew how to do.

#lawlessintro #* ESTHER V.C / intro !

[night-rise]

I think the biggest issues I had with the Owl House series were centered around two specific characters:

Alador and Hunter

One character’s story wasn’t as great as it could’ve been and the other character’s story was more great than it needed to be.

I’ll break it down separately:

(Once again as always with these negative posts before choosing to read know that these are my own personal thoughts and feelings on the show and don’t speak on the behalf of the Owl House community or its creators. If you have any negative feelings towards what you read I sincerely apologize and know it wasn’t meant as an attack or slander to you on a personal level. That being said feel free to comment what you like, I just ask you please keep it as mature, calm and civil as possible) That being said on to the post:

Alador! The Head Blight of the prestige Blight family household. Praised as a brilliant Abomination user and inventor. His work has earned him not only fortune and wealth, but reputation and respect.

With all of these facts in mind, how was his story UNBELIEVABLY underwhelming?

From the moment he was “debuted” we can already feel the power radiating off of him. You could hear it in his tone, his word was LAW and his ambitions focused and clear. He was the rule maker in the family. Plain and simple. He decided what his family does or doesn’t do.

He sounded like the type of man that wouldn’t even do what Belos would tell him to do.

The type of man and individual that Belos would want to keep close to him at all times. Which is why it PAINS me to this day that Alador wasn’t a Head Coven Witch.

Him and Odalia! Think about it.

The Blights were a BIG DEAL in season 1. Amity was looked upon and praised as the most important witchling on the isles because she was a Blight. She had expectations and special treatments because she was a Blight. Because she was also born with talents and skills of a Blight. 

I mean come on! How does a “common” family be able to afford and provide Amity the Head of the EMPEROR’s FREAKIN COVEN as her personal mentor?! THE HEAD! Lilith was the right hand FIST of the Emperor. The Darth freakin Vader! And the Blights were able to get Lilith to teach their daughter!

A daughter that wasn’t part of the emperors coven yet. Still in school. That is incredible. Amity got to be Lilith’s student-

RAVEN MOM! YES!

…

(I am so sorry… I’m still recovering from that ending hug, please excuse me) ANYWAY

With such special treatments and fame around Amity wouldn’t it had made sense for her parents to be higher up the food chain than what they were in the actual show?

Alador and Odalia should’ve BOTH been Head Witch’s. One for Abomination and the other Oracle. Being the only witches in history to be of the same family but both climb to Head Witch status.

This storyline not only would’ve been more interesting but it would’ve saved sooo much more time.

Think about it, we have two Head witches we know NOTHING about because there simply wasn’t any room for them.

Alador and Odalia being head witches would’ve given our heroes a reason to interact with them and given more depth to Amity’s story. Something she DESPERATELY needed. Her being ANOTHER character who’s story wasn’t as great as it could’ve been.

And I mean we don’t have to make him the abusive controlling parent. Just stubborn and neglectful.

Odalia is the still the abusive controlling one. But Alador is in full control of it. Allowing it, as long as it makes his kids stronger for it.

Alador would’ve made an amazing villain. A complex villain. Someone that was a HUGE threat to our heroes but could easily turn around and do the right thing whenever he felt like it.

Alador could’ve at some point choice to protect his family rather than do what the Emperor wanted him to do. It wouldn’t make him forgiven, but more respected and seen as an ally instead of an enemy.

Alador’s story, it was nice, but we ALL know it could’ve been a thousand times better.

HUNTER! The Golden Guard… The personal guard of the Emperor of the Isles. Of all witch and demon kind. …this guy had an aura of power around him since the day we met him… literally…

When we first saw him in season 1 we were ALL convinced he was going to be this top tier spy/villain. But instead we got… well, a child in a mask.

Before I go any further I feel the need to say I freakin love Hunter. He’s a sweetheart. A badass. And overall amazing character that I’m happy they brought onto the show.

HOWEVER. His story was way “more” than it needed to be. Way more complex. Way more deep and involved. I’m happy we have him, I’m just bitter of how much of him we GOT.

I love his (original) origin story. A powerless witch with no powers since the day he was born. That could’ve been taken in so many directions.

First off it would’ve thrown us off the “spy” scenario. I REALLY wanted a spy to infiltrate the Owl family and sabotage them.

Hunter being introduced as the new kid at hexside. Everyone picking on him because he’s a “no witch” orphan, from a long line of “no witches”. His being the ONLY witch family on the Boiling Isles with no powers. Luz also having no powers and Willow being the “half a witch” sympathize and befriend him. Just like he planned.

Willow developing feelings for him overtime and Hunter conflicted starts feeling the same towards her. Which would make his reveal all the more heartbreaking and devastating.

Amity, being the ONLY one suspecious of him, investigates him. Causing a rift and tension from an already shaky bond with Willow, and problems between her and even Luz, when she tries to warn them about her suspicions.

Amity eventually figuring out who Hunter truly is and “betraying” the group by joining the Emperors coven and being a spy of her own. Hunter giving her early access to the coven in hopes of keeping her quiet. But really she’s only in it to protect her friends from him. Going as far as to pretend she hated her friends for not believing her.

A moment of redemption for Lilith as well when she tries to get her former student out of there by begging Amity not to make the same mistakes she did.

All leading to amazing fight scenes between the group.

I’m talking Amity vs Willow, Luz vs Amity, and then eventually:

Luz and Amity vs The Golden Guard

That would’ve been an AMAZING fight! Hunter with his artificial magic staff, mask and all vs Lumity on the day of Unity! Around the same time Harpy Eda and Harpy Lilith were fighting Belos on top of the Isles head! It would’ve been beautiful. Romantic! Symbolic! A master piece! Everything going down under blood red skies…

Hunter not wanting hurt Willow or the new friends he made, and discovering Belos orphaned him by murdering his family (via information provided by Amity who found The Emperors journal while remaining a spy) betrays the Emperor and joins the group.

A quick and easy turn that keeps his character the same and makes Huntlow canon.

None of this Grimwalker/Caleb stuff. Caleb doesn’t even exist. Philip was the ONLY human to ever be on the isles before Luz. And Hunter is a descendent of him.

Philip wasn’t even evil. He just became evil by being corrupted and possessed by the spirit of an evil Titan. (No collector either)

Belos plan was to revive himself by transporting his remains to the human realm and combining the two suns.

Short and simple. Not overly complicated. Not overly dramatic. Simple and Clean that gives more time and development to characters that were already introduced in season 1.

That’s the BIGGEST issue I have with Hunter, his story took ALL the limited time we had on the show. All the time we could have had on Lilith’s redemption story and Amity’s development.

Amity’s story could’ve had WAY MORE DEPTH if Hunter’s story was cut in half.

His story did NOT need to be as big or as deep or as complex than it needed to be.

It’s actually unbelievable looking back at it now… these were the two I was most afraid of besides Belos :/

#the owl house #long post #alador blight #toh alador #hunter the golden guard #toh hunter #hunter toh #hunter the owl house

[askchimeknight]

(primordial-blessings) "Hm, it sounds like you're not too thrilled talking about your hometown, huh?" Eir questions Chime. "Does your family still live there? Do you have troubles with just your town or does your family cause you troubles too?"

The chingling seems taken aback by the question, apparently not expecting anyone to ask. He gives a small soundless sigh before heading to a small rock to sit, gesturing for Eir to join him.

Pulling out his trusty notepad, the chingling brings to write his response:

Please be patient with me as this is a bit of a long story... and a hard one for me to discuss. But you seem trustworthy, so I don't mind telling you.

I don't have good memories, even from when I was very, very young. I was born to the leaders of our clan without the small metal orb that helps us create sound. As you can imagine, for a chingling, it's a devastating thing to have missing.

My parents, especially, found it to be a great travesty. Any doctor they contacted said nothing could be done. While we cannot create any vocalization without it, they cannot be made for you. Our bodies will reject it as a foreign object and we could get very sick and even die for trying to force it.

With nothing that could be done, I was deemed defective, and essentially disowned. While they didn't cull me like many others insisted on, I wasn't given a chance in my family either. They wanted nothing to do with me, and my two older siblings treated me like I was trash.

It might seem terrible to you, and I agree with you, but my family saw it as the greatest failure possible as we are descended from the line of this region's legend. "Having our voice is the utmost importance!" Is what they always said. It was what allowed the great beast to be subdued.

Once I was old enough, I decided to leave my birthplace. It was no home to me. None of the Chingling or Chimecho considered me one of them. I was the one that should never have been born.

Admittedly, I was very angry. I was hurt that my family never considered me such, despite my best efforts to try and force myself to be like them. I hated that others in the clan would rather I be dead, than even give me a chance. I wandered aimlessly because, in my eyes, my life had no purpose and I didn't know what to do with myself.

Luckily, I was fortunate enough to then meet my mentor, Claw.

Claw was sort of like me, and I don't just mean because he was a fellow steel type. He had lost both of his lower wings in a battle when he was a young Scyther, and had been outcast by his clan for it.

"You can't depend on everyone else to accept you. You didn't do anything wrong, you can't help being different, whether by birth or any other reason. That doesn't make you lesser. Accept yourself and take your place in this world wherever you choose to.

So what if you don't have a voice. You think that's the only thing you can do? Learn something new and develop it. You'll be stronger than anyone else for it, and you'll set yourself apart from them. You don't need to be them. You need to be you."

I think... I think they were words I really needed to hear. I eventually stopped being so angry, and requested to learn from Claw on how to fight in my own way. He agreed reluctantly, but he agreed. And because of him, I can use the Sword and Shield stances that I have. And I don't need a voice for it!

I've been able to help many with my newfound abilities, and I don't think I could've done what I have with the normal voice of a Chingling...

I haven't tried going back home since then, and I don't know if I ever will, unless somehow fate drags me back there. I doubt that, even with what I can do now, they'd ever accept me.

Er...I apologize for rambling, I guess it's rather nice to get that off my shoulders. Thank you for listening, you're very kind.

#long post #askchimeknight #askchime #pokemon #pkmnart #chime knight #chime chingling #chingling #sjgsjgajgajg thank you for your patience #this one took awhile

[spideronthesun]

OC in 15 Tag Game

Thank you @amaiguri for tagging me!

I still have so much to edit and work on, but I did the best I could do to find the dialogue lines that showcase my character's personality the best.

You know who I ended up choosing for this one? Medeina. Because I don't talk nearly enough about her and thought that protector of thunder deserves to have some spotlight shone on her. And also some of her dialogues come from my favorite scenes.

“But I already have everything that I had ever asked for. How about we all make a wish simultaneously? I will count from one to three!”

“It has nothing to do with me not trusting you. But you are going to be exhausted by dawn. I would rather you have some rest. We will find our way back to each other in the morning. We always do.”

“I feared going outside for months. I was afraid of every darker cloud. Sounds like a stupid fear.”

“No. Darkness of the night has always been kind to me.”

“It is never too late to repel your faults. Nature does not understand time the way mortals do. You have saved multiple lives before.”

“Don’t worry, I am a few steps ahead of you.”

“I never learned how to conquer my abilities.  Every time something like this happens, I end up fearful that I might do more harm than good.”

“I only want you to know that I am not going to hurt you and your brothers.”

“The other gods chose me to watch over you and your brothers. To make sure that you don’t repeat the same mistakes as the preceding brothers before you did. I’m the niece of Perkunas.”

“It was my happy place for a long time. It never mattered to me if it rained or snowed here. The woods were the only place on earth where I never felt alone.”

“I have never even met my father, after all. Everyone keeps hiding him from me.”

“Love comes in different shapes and forms. Familial love is stronger than any other love out there.”

“And many would say that I was blessed to be born into Perkunas’ family. Even though my mom and I don't see eye to eye, she's still my mother. She had taught me something more valuable. Such as how to reverse the dark magic. I had suspected for quite some time that she might have been the one looking for these axes. But my mom could not pull them out of the ground. Her touch is like a putrid reminder of a grave within. And her soul is tainted like mine.”

. “I am a lot more concerned about why you are so against this place. You don’t realize how lucky you are and what you have. You have a great home. You have a very loving family. And some of us fight to have that every day. I am not really sure if I can call them my family yet. I don’t feel like I belong anywhere or with anyone. But loneliness scares me way more.”

“They are my burdens for a reason. You are going to get tired of carrying them all the time.”

Tagging: @illarian-rambling @imbrisvastatio @rhyaxxyn @chargoeson and anyone else who might be interested in it!!

#excerpts

[saintmeghanmarkle]

The best laid plans of mice and men..... by u/ElectricalAd9212

The best laid plans of mice and men..... the Scottish poet Robert Burns wrote the words “The best laid schemes o' mice an' men / Gang aft a-gley.” -- it was used as the title of a classic American novel by John Steinbeck. The best laid plans and schemes we make for our lives will inevitably go astray, because life and fate has other plans for us.What a year it has been. Exactly a year ago, Markle threatened the Queen with her interview in the Cut magazine. Everything was planned. Set up. The pieces lined up. Netflix, Spare, and the entirety of the PR machines primed. The Oprah interview had supposedly knocked the monarchy to the canvas, Netflix and Spare and Spotify would make them bow down in surrender.Markle would be carried back to Buckingham Palace upon a golden chariot, where the Royal Family would take it in turns to apologise to her. She would be granted everything she demanded, equal status to Catherine, and the right to commercialise her royal titles, and choose which royal events to be a part of. Why, she was better at the job than those born to it. She imagined that Britain would be in open revolt against the Queen and Charles and William and Catherine, and that liberal, Hollywood led America would spit and revile at them until they bent the knee to her and Harry.Didn't quite work out like that did it? As we come to the anniversary of the death of Her Majesty, the monarchy is stronger than ever, flourishing, and Markle and Harry are reviled and repulsive to most people. The grubby cynicism of their schemes revealed, everything they do makes people recoil from them, and the Invictus documentary has flopped. It proves that they have no charisma or appeal now that they shot their bullet with their prurient lies about the family. Their fate is worse than being loathed, they are not even generating attention any more, outside Daily Mail tabloid reflexive clickbait.Lying abusive, unhinged narcissists never flourish. In the light of day, good hearts prevail.Not only did this hideous pair of sociopathic narcissistic Macbeth and Lady Macbeth fail, they strengthened the Crown, and have permanently made themselves universally hated.The Crown always wins. post link: https://ift.tt/uZWQYN8 author: ElectricalAd9212 submitted: September 01, 2023 at 02:37PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

#SaintMeghanMarkle #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #sussexes #markled #archewell #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duchess of sussex #duchess meghan #duke of sussex #harry and meghan smollett #walmart wallis #harkles #megain #spare by prince harry #fucking grifters #archetypes with meghan #meghan and harry #Heart Of Invictus #Invictus Games #finding freedom #Princess Pinocchio #WAAAGH #ElectricalAd9212

[theotheradversary]

"Blood is thicker than water". Fucking Bible eh?

I like the counter point "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb".

The initial Bible quote is in reference to the blood of family can draw one astray from the light, god and the holy spirit.

But the counter point? That's lovely. And no reference to the Bible in that one. But purely about friends and family made through bonds is stronger than just blood lineage. This quote is from the... Early 1800s(?) i believe. Doesn't really matter. As long as there were free thinking minds, there will always be a clever person that would come up with something similar to that quote. It's just the most famous. But it was a poignant counter to the Bible quote. Also biting the thumb at religious belief on top of it all.

So. "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb". Keep that in your hearts my friends. It's one of the real truths of the world and reality as we know it. You can choose your own family and discard the link of blood.

My mum is a part of my family. And not because she gave birth to me, but because i chose her to be my mum. Which is very very very special. More special than "of the womb".

Others will choose another for their mum, guardian or similar. Because it is the right thing to do. Sometimes the family you're born into has really fucking shitty people in it. You may choose some or none to be apart of your Real, and i mean Real with a capital R, family.

Your family is built around your (hopefully) free thinking mind. You are never locked in to what ever life started your off with. Remember that friends.

Make your family. Never accept the default mode. Create. Develop. Love. Accept. You're fine the way you are (mostly, some of you are gods damned crazy/fucked out complete assholes and likely won't find a true family, being one of the few that are stuck with lineage). Remember. The people you accept have to accept you. So that bond is amazing and wonderful.

Find your love... Never be assigned it.

Love you all my friends!

Oh.. I'm looking at images of old scrolls, writs etc that have been uploaded to the net by various museums. It's been interesting seeing the detail that books like "Solomon's Key" and such have missed or out right ignored. Like the Puritans that translated the Solomon scrolls/writ, aka The "Solomon Key(s)" ignored every bit of the sex stuff. Knobs. Called it "arcana obscura". I think.

We need true modern historians to be given access to these old as Sin scrolls and writs so they can be properly analysed and translated. Now that we use digital technology, the artifacts can be preserved in darkness and climate control, while they/we will get amazingly detailed images/details, thus it can be translated by modern, objective eyes.

So I'm going to write to the museum's to revisit these artifacts and give us a modern, complete view. I think we'll find some amazing things that have definitely been missed.

Can anyone assist me with this endeavour? Ones that have better words, thoughts and understanding of the procedures involved?

I believe i have a contact at the museum in Munich. So I'll see if i can get into contact with them and see how such a thing can be done.

But.... Some help will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's only in writing a letter/request.

Again, love you all! Though, I'd appreciate it if you guys comment on my posts rather than just ❤️ it.

#solomon #Solomon key #ghost #the band ghost #lucy #demonology #ghost project #history #Mustangs #museums #writing #assistance #linguistics #help me out guys #letter writing #scholars

[attic-club-sandwich]

To Ascend Again

Summary: After falling from the Celestial Realm, the seven brothers must rely on each other emotionally to cope with the loss of their sister, Lilith. Meanwhile, they are also trying to adjust to their new forms and heal both the physical and emotional wounds caused by the Celestial War. Their bonds become stronger than ever since the fall, and they learn to rise again from the calamity that befell them.

Genre: Angst/Hurt

cw: none for this chapter.

A/N: Chapter 3 is here, it's a big one. I hope you all enjoy! As always, feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1: The Fall

Chapter 2: The Reunion

Read Chapters 1 & 2 on Ao3

Chapter 3: The Avatar of Wrath

All eyes were on Satan as he shifted uncomfortably. He attempted to hide behind the demon butler that had led him into this cursed room. He really didn’t like this. His gaze finally lifted to meet a strange, yet familiar set of crimson eyes watching him intently from across the room. “Go on, Satan. Introduce yourself.” Barbatos whispered to him.

The young demon winced as he felt a gentle hand on his back push him forward. He began to tremble, irritated at his own weakness. “M-My name is S-Satan. I-I’m the Avatar of Wrath.” His face flushed at the sound of his own voice. It was small and weak. Some Avatar of Wrath I am, he thought. To his surprise, one of the brothers he knew to be Beelzebub gave him a warm smile. “Hi, Satan. Welcome to the family. I’m Beelzebub, but Beel is just fine if you want to call me that instead.” The rest of the brothers followed suit and gathered around to introduce themselves to their new brother.

 “Oh you are so cute! I know you’ll fit in just fine! My name is Asmodeus.” Asmo exclaimed, ruffling Satan’s soft, blonde hair.

 “And I’m Leviathan, but you can call me Levi.”

 “I’m Mammon, but you can call me Mammon the GREAT.”

 “Oh come on, Mammon no one calls you that but you. My name is Belphegor. Just call me Belphie though.” 

“And I’m Lucifer. Please make yourself at home.”

As his new family greeted him, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity. It’s like he already knew them…their names, their interests, their quirks. It was all already there in his heart. However, he also knew one of them was missing, and the sadness that they all felt surrounding their lost sister. He felt such an intense sadness himself that he couldn’t explain.

His thoughts were interrupted by Diavolo's voice.  “Satan here is a special demon. Barbatos and I found him after-” Lucifer shot the demon prince a warning glare. He really didn’t want Diavolo disclosing the details of his horrific and rather embarrassing outburst after falling. His brothers could very clearly see the healing wounds on his back from his missing wings, but they didn’t ask any questions. Diavolo continued, “...After Lucifer’s fall. You see, he was born as a result of Lucifer’s intense emotion of wrath. We’ve never seen anything like it, if I'm being honest.” The brothers' heads whipped around to their elder brother. “What?! Did you actually give birth to him or somethin’?!” Mammon shrieked. Lucifer rubbed his temples as Asmodeus and Leviathan snickered at their brother’s outburst. “No, absolutely not. Don’t be ridiculous, Mammon.” Diavolo chuckled and lifted Satan into his arms. The blonde haired boy buried his face into the demon prince’s shoulder. “He was found in a pile of Lucifer’s feathers. It appears that the emotion was so strong, it had no choice but to manifest. That is why my father has chosen to title him as The Avatar of Wrath.” Barbatos stepped forward and bowed his head. “We hope you’ll welcome Satan into your family. We know this is only the beginning of the hardships you’ll face, but the fact that you’re all together will make this journey a lot less challenging for all of you.” 

*****

Days passed as the brothers recovered from the physical and mental turmoil of losing their home in the Celestial Realm. They were also getting the hang of choosing when their more demon-like appearances took over, which helped to bring a little more normalcy to their lives. Lucifer himself was on his way to a full recovery, and found that he was constantly sticking by Diavolo’s side. He really didn’t mean to abandon his brothers in their time of need, but he and Diavolo had a lot to discuss. One of those things being facing judgment before the Demon Lord. “This will merely determine your rank here within the Devildom.” Diavolo reassured him one day as they sat together in the Demon Prince’s personal library. Barbatos refilled their tea cups as he listened in. “My Father is a bit brash, but he tends to be fair with his decisions. I am confident that you all will have a place here in the Devildom.” Lucifer paused as he reached for his tea.”...And if we don’t pass this ‘jugement’?” Diavolo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared intensely at Lucifer. “Then you’ll most likely end up in one of the lower levels of the Devildom. I must be honest with you Lucifer, that isn’t the ideal place to end up.” Lucifer’s gaze shifted to the floor. He all of a sudden was feeling nauseous. 

“If you would excuse me, Diavolo.” he said, rising up from his chair. The demon prince nodded, figuring that Lucifer needed some time to process the information. Lucifer also felt he needed to check in on his brothers, especially since gaining a new addition to their family. He had appointed Mammon to watch over them all and he grew more worried the longer he sat with Diavolo and Barbatos.

 Satan, the newest brother, was introduced to them through Lucifer’s newfound emotion of wrath following the events that led them here. He was a younger demon, only appearing to be about 8 years old. So far he’s proved to be a challenge as he figured out how to control his own power and emotion at such a young age. Even the twins being only about 12 years old were struggling with their newly acquired powers. Lucifer wandered the long hallway back to the infirmary which has since become their shared room. He could hear shouting coming from the room, and he rolled his eyes. What are they up to now? He thought. 

“Satan, ya asshole!” 

Mammon yelled as he rubbed the forming bruise on his leg. “He just hit me with his tail!”

 “And what did you do to HIM, Mammon?” Asmodeus mused. “I didn’t do nothin’!” the silver haired demon huffed. Lucifer stepped into the doorway and crossed his arms. “Didn’t I leave you to be in charge, Mammon?” The younger demon whipped around as he heard his older brother’s voice. “Yeah, and what of it?! It’s YOUR fault we even got this little twerp to take care of…” His voice faltered with regret as Satan growled and took off out of the doorway past Lucifer and disappeared down the hallway. Lucifer took a deep breath as he felt his wrath piping through his veins. He could feel the tingling sensation where his horns were threatening to form. Now was not the time to lose it on Mammon. He needed everyone’s cooperation if they were going to pass this so-called judgment Diavolo was talking about. “That’s enough, Mammon. Go find the others, I need to discuss something with all of you.”

****

Later that evening after dinner, everyone gathered in the common room of the castle. The twins shared a spot together on one of the couches, Belphie burying himself closely into Beel’s side as he had a bad feeling of what was about to transpire. Satan was sitting comfortably in Asmo’s lap on a rather large armchair, while Mammon and Levi shared the couch with the twins. The eldest demon cleared his throat as he took his spot in front of the room. “Thank you all for agreeing to meet this evening. I know you’ve all had questions for me, and I believe I’m finally ready to answer them-” Lucifer barely finished his last sentence as shouts from his brothers began to erupt from the room. 

“Where is Lilith?!” 

“What are we going to do next?”

“Why are you always hanging out with Diavolo and not your own brothers?”

“What happened to Lilith?”

Lucifer winced. He expected this, but he had to stay calm. His brothers were angry. Scared. Worried about their sister. He had to remember this. “Lilith…she’s…” he began. Tears began welling up in his crimson eyes. The older demon had spent a lot of time debating telling his brothers the full story of Lilith’s fate. He swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. “Unfortunately, Lilith didn’t make it out of the Celestial War. I’m so sorry…” He brought his hand up to cover his mouth, attempting to regain his composure. The room was completely silent, the only sound coming from the fire as it crackled and sputtered. “...Lilith…she’s…dead…?” Belphie whispered, breaking the silence. Reality began to set in for the others as well. “What the hell do ya mean she’s dead?! She can’t be! That’s not possible!” Mammon jumped up. His bat-like wings sprouted from his lower back, quivering with rage. “For once I’m actually agreeing with Mammon…” Levi said, grimly. His amber eyes filled with tears as he continued, “...After all we went through, you’re telling me she DIDN’T make it?” 

Lucifer began to tremble, his nerves getting the better of him. “I’m sorry. I truly am. I…” he bowed his head, unable to continue. He watched as his tears dripped onto the expensive looking marble flooring below him. The brothers went silent as they witnessed Lucifer begin to break down. “Lucifer…hey, it’s not your fault ok? It was a fucked up situation. But ya can’t blame yourself. ” Mammon said, attempting to comfort his older brother. The other brothers nodded in silence, their own tears now flowing freely. Everyone except Belphegor, who remained silent and staring at the floor as his twin sobbed into his shoulder. 

A few minutes passed as the brothers attempted to ground themselves again. The family meeting was far from over as they still had the upcoming judgment to discuss. Lucifer cleared his throat. “I apologize, but I must continue. Then I promise you are all free to do as you please.” Lucifer began telling them the details of the judgment before the demon lord. “It will take place in 3 days time. I hope you will all prepare yourselves accordingly. Barbatos has instructed you all to go to him if there’s anything you may need in the meantime.” The six other brothers nodded, eager for the meeting to be over after the harsh news of their late sister. “Thank you. You are all dismissed.” No time was wasted as the brothers all hurried out of the room. The sounds of doors slamming echoed through the castle. Lucifer sighed as he sunk down into the couch. He was truly exhausted, both mentally and physically. He stared up at the ceiling, praying to anyone who would listen that the results of the judgment would work in their favor.

Chapter 4: The Judgment (coming soon)

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