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Had a funny headcanon for SADGLO. In 'Bleeding Palms' when Mouse hugs Copia after he gets back the reaction from everyone around them seemed to be mixed. Though some gave knowing hums. I imagine those Siblings that knew,walk down the wrong hallway and finds Copia and Mouse in action. They turn around and decide in good choice to mind their business.

Mild smut below...

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This entire abbey was a den of sin, the novice Sister mused to herself, strolling along in a quiet evening solitude. Her dark contemplation was sweet, and comforting as the Unholy Vespers, and nurtured a sort of joy she noticed blooming inside of her more and more often. She didn’t regret her decision to come here, and to stay. In fact, she felt rather proud.

Pride was encouraged here; wrath tolerated. Greed and envy understood; used to improve oneself if so wanted. Gluttony was celebrated in the form of seeking anything better; no shame in the gratification of the senses was bestowed upon siblings in these halls. Even sloth was tolerated, to a point, if one could avoid Imperator’s notice.

But the sin most freely indulged here, was perhaps lust, for those who so chose to partake. Half of the abbey was fucking each other, their lust spilling over even to the fine denizens of the village below, at times. All a part of their corrupting influence, the Sister supposed, with a sly smile. Hail Satan indeed.

In persona Satan, the Papas certainly had their hands, and their beds, full. Papa Secondo had a growing entourage of favoured sisters, and Terzo had many relationships with many siblings, both long-term and casual. Even Sister Imperator would invite a select few who’d caught her eye, into her and Nihil’s bed for some sweet use as an occasional plaything. And the Cardinal? The musing Sister supposed he fucked, he had a certain lecherous air to him in the way that he skulked about the place. He looked damnably good in those suits too, and the cassock. But his probable partner or partners remained a mystery.

Perhaps he enjoyed his carnal relations in his travels away from the abbey? Or maybe he had some naughty little secret down in the supposed laboratory below, a dark place he often holed himself up in for days; no one else was allowed down there. Porn or panty-sniffing or something detached of that nature; the Cardinal could have a way of looking at you, a corporeal body willing or at least curious to engage in something with him, like you weren’t worth his precious time. The Sister sniffed a little to herself as she stepped along.

Oh, but she was being a bit mean… The Cardinal was as fine a dark clergyman as the abbey could utilize. He was astute, thorough, and just in his work imparting the faith’s teachings to all souls present. He assisted the Papas probably more than they deserved, and apparently was instrumental in keeping other satanic dicasteries reigned in and on task, if Imperator’s quiet but firm praise was to be believed. Just because he had never been known to finger a girl while she queried him about devilish dogma in the pew (as Papa Terzo often did), didn’t mean he wasn’t fair and sometimes even austerely pleasant in his answering. He gave mass and advice, took confession with feigned concern, and even provided limited medical care around the abbey. He seemed to be highly educated; clearly occupied with himself and yet coolly interested in the further establishment of the place. A solid cog in the wheel, his polished teeth apathetic towards any sweet flesh he could find here.

It was just too bad for the few siblings who would have followed him into his darkened office, if his sharp leather gloves had but gestured.

Ah well, the Sister had a lot of time spread out before her to explore every earthly and carnal delight available to her here. Her titillating thoughts so occupied, she almost didn’t hear the curious sounds coming from around the next darkened and solitary corner, as she turned it silently…

There was the Cardinal, of all people! And he was…

Cassock undone and hatless, he was fucking, clearly fucking hard into someone he was holding down on the narrow hall table there against the shadowed stony wall. The astonished Sister stepped back immediately into the sheltered darkness of an old columned alcove, but she couldn’t look away.

He was fucking the maid that Imperator had brought on some far months back! The sweet young thing who barely talked and mostly kept out of the way; the Sister couldn’t even remember her name at the moment. But it was clearly her, panties pulled down to her knees and short skirt flipped up, bent over flush against the table with his gloved fingers tangled up in her loosened hair. The mousy strands couldn’t hide the flush on her tear-stained cheeks… she was crying! Well, for all his privileged station, he really was a bastard, wasn’t he? The Sister prepared herself to step forward.

The Cardinal bent his head down to the poor girl, and whispered something low, his thrusts into her becoming slow and deliberate. The girl gasped a little and then she smiled; she actually grinned through bitten lip, and then the Sister could see her cant her hips a little, attempting to grind back against the Cardinal’s cock. He gasped himself, clearly trying to be quiet, before he raised his hand to spank the girl sharply, forcing from her a little shriek she quickly stifled with her own hand. The Sister backed up against the wall in the darkness.

Pulling out of his conquest, the Cardinal flipped her over, and she sat up herself to fling her arms around his shoulders, kissing him breathlessly while he unbuttoned her blouse in a reckless manner. With more of her pliant body revealed to him, he pushed her down again, grasping her hips within his gloves to yank her down to the edge of the table, and wrenching her legs open.

Clearly penetrating her again, the Cardinal ran his hand up her writhing form to cover her gasping mouth, quieting her little moans with every one of his thrusts and trying desperately to keep his own noises down, his great pleasure apparent, and threatening to overwhelm him in this secretive little tryst.

The Sister didn’t dare allow herself to breathe. As the Cardinal leant over his compliant prey, erratic thrusts intensifying, and the girl began to hug his waist with her bare knees, ecstatic sounds barely escaping his glove, the Sister thought she’d better evade herself from the intimate situation before its inevitable conclusion.

Sliding back along the stone, she turned as soon as she felt able to, quickly and quietly returning in the direction she’d come from. Her serene musings had certainly been ruined, and rather uncomfortably exchanged for a bothersome stirring in her private regions. Perhaps she’d seek out a charming sibling for some specialized comfort, or maybe even bolster her confidence to approach one of the Papas tonight.

Flushing a bit underneath her veil, the Sister let out a breath and tried to process what she had just witnessed. It wasn’t exactly forbidden, it simply seemed more illicit than it was because of their furtiveness and the long-running obscurity of the Cardinal’s lusts. Lust. The Sister certainly had this most popular sin on the brain, itching to get out of her rapidly stifling habit, as she made her way back into the more amply lit parts of the antiquated abbey. A den of sin, indeed, both illuminated and not. Hail Satan and All Sinners, she thought to herself. The unholy night went on.

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Chapter 14 - A Battle of Fates

When Sam, Dean, and Cas track down Y/N and Lucifer, there is an all-out battle that results in Y/N having to make the ultimate decision. Will she accept her fate and choose Lucifer? Or will she create her own destiny and choose Dean?

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The days with Lucifer fly by. Counting the cycles from day to night, I believe I've been here for about 3 weeks, but it feels like I've spent my whole life with him. Each day holds another exciting adventure that’s designed to keep me happy and busy. He’s created amusement parks, animal sanctuaries, extravagant balls, and fancy dinners, even taking me to my favorite plays and movies, all created out of thin air with the snap of his fingers.

It’s been incredible. Truly something out of a fairytale. But everywhere we go, it’s just him and me, Lucifer and I, the rest of the world be damned. I’m not dumb, I know he’s doing this to keep me isolated and safe from anyone that may want to steal me away.

“I have a lot of enemies.” He grabs my shoulders and looks at me in full seriousness. “Many powerful people that will use you to get to me. But I promise you this, I will never let anyone hurt you. Not now. Not ever,” he explains, confirming my suspicions.

I have no doubt that’s true. What better way to hurt the Devil than threatening the one thing in this world he loves, his Achilles heel, and God help anyone that dares come between us. But, I suspect he has ulterior motives as well, primarily keeping me from the Winchesters and their pocket angel. I can tell that he’s on edge, always glancing at the door, obsessively checking that each sigil is still intact, just waiting for them to burst in guns blazing.

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The house is secure, located in the middle of nowhere, and sigiled to high Hell. He’s careful. No one knows where we are, not even me. The odds of them ever finding this place are slim to nothing, that is if they’re even looking for me at all. The thought crushes me, feeling as if a little part of me has curled up and died.

I wonder where they are, what they’re doing, which monster they are hunting down this week, but most of all, if they miss me. I know it’s selfish of me to think that way. I put them through Hell, especially Cas, and they’re better off far, far, away from me.

Nevertheless, I've been practicing the demon exorcism Sam had taught me. I’ve got it down to a T, memorized every word and perfected each pronunciation. I'm ready for any demons that may cross my path. I can just picture the cheery smile on Sam’s face and the way he would squeeze my shoulder to show how proud of me he is.

I’ve even picked up my lessons in Enochian. I doubt Castiel would approve of my methods, but Lucifer has continued where he left off. He was surprised when I asked him, but happy to teach me the basic alphabet and meaning of the simple symbols. I’m still a novice, barely even able to decipher the simplest of writing, but I’m getting better by the day. I dream of seeing Castiel again one day and greeting him in Enochian. The surprised look on his face would be priceless and his kind smile would warm my heart.

Despite the wonderful time I’ve spent with Lucifer, how close we’ve grown, how much I truly adore him now, I miss my family… I miss Dean. The ghost of him lives in my mind. I keep expecting to wake up in the Bunker and see him in the kitchen drinking a beer and going to town on a tower of bacon. I miss his musky cologne and comfy flannels that are way too big for me but feel so right. I miss the way he would hold me at night and whisper that everything will be okay. My heart yearns for him, more than I thought possible. After the way things ended, the big fight that resulted in him storming out, the rage that burned in his eyes, I doubt that he would ever want to see me again.

“It’s for the best,” I keep reminding myself, trying to quell the feelings that seem to grow stronger with each moment that passes.

Lucifer knows. Despite how hard I try to hide my pain, he’s not oblivious, and the deep connection that we share sure doesn’t help.

“Y/N?” Lucifer asks, hugging me from behind, pulling me to his chest and resting his head on my shoulder like he often does.

“Yes, Luce?” I lean back into his chest.

“Somethings bothering you,” he states matter-of-factly, “talk to me.”

“It’s nothing,” I attempt to ease his suspicion, but it comes out less than convincing.

Uneasy silence hangs in the air as he thinks of what to say.

“Dean could never love you like this, you know.” He gently brushes my hair away from my neck and places a series of soft kisses from my jaw to my shoulder.

I freeze, turning rigid as a board. Hearing those words come from his mouth, it feels like the wind is knocked out of me. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about Luce,” I laugh nervously, trying to brush off his suspicion.

“Yes, you do.”

A sinking feeling drops in my stomach, and I close my eyes, preparing myself for where this dangerous conversation may lead. As much as I adore Lucifer, he is anything but predictable.

“A little birdy told me what you and Dean have been up to.” He grits his teeth, trying to control his temper.

“A little birdy being you spying on me?” I bite back defensively.

“Besides the point.” He pulls me in even tighter, perhaps scared that I'll flee at any moment. “I know that you have feelings for that insolent human… I know that you miss him,” he says bitterly, face scrunching up in disdain. “Do you really think he misses you?” He snaps, knowing that it will cut deep.

“Luce…” I whisper, my voice trembling. It’s a thought that’s crossed my mind a million times before, a thought I can’t seem to shake.

“Y/N,” he spins me around to face him, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. His eyes comb over my face like he’s admiring a work of art.

“I’m going to show what it truly means to feel love.” He takes a deep breath. “I promise you that in due time, these feelings you have for that… Winchester,” he says in disgust, “will be a thing of the past. The only person you will crave is me.” He pulls me into a deep and passionate kiss. It’s not angry and possessive like I expected, but rather tender and loving.

I pull away, my lips puffy and cheeks flushed.

“He will never touch you again, do you understand?” He growls, his eyes flash a bright crimson red for a moment, before returning to their usual state. He wraps his magnificent wings around me in a protective manner, the silky feather brushing against my bare arms.

“Yes Luce.” I nod and rest my head against his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat brings me a sense of peace and safety. Part of me wants to believe him. Part of me wants to forget the feelings I have for Dean Winchester and spend the rest of eternity with the angel fate has decided I’m meant to be with. But the other part of me wants to say, “Fuck fate,” and run into his arms, reuniting with the man I hold so dear. A storm of conflict brews ever stronger inside of me.

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“I want you to focus, I mean really focus,” Lucifer says, encouraging me.

I hold my hand out in front me, just a few feet away from the fireplace. I can feel the heat licking my palm. I screw my eyes shut and pour all my mental force into the flame that flickers weakly from the charred-up logs. My brows furrow and a bead of sweat runs down my face. I give it my all, but still, nothing comes.

“Ugh! This is useless!” I groan, dropping my hand down by my side in defeat. “Maybe I just don’t have grace abilities like you.” My mood fades from frustration into sadness, wings wilting pathetically.

“You think Rome was built in one day?” He replies sarcastically. “I’ve had millennia to perfect my grace, you just need some more practice.”

I shoot him a dirty look, but eventually nod my head in understanding.

“Now,” he clears his throat and steps closer until his chest is pressed against my back, the tingly feeling returning. “Spread your feet apart.” He kicks my shoes with his boot until they’re about a foot apart in distance, giving me better balance. “Hold your hand out. Stiffen your arm.” He lifts my arm into place, intertwining his fingers in mine and holding my palm forward.

The feeling is comforting, his large hands seem to fit perfectly with mine, the familiar electric feeling pulsing between us.

“Close your eyes,” he calmly instructs.

My eyes flutter closed, this time letting them relax instead of scrunching them up in frustration.

“Take a deep breath and imagine the fire growing clearly in your mind.” He rests his head on my shoulder, grounding me just enough to provide reassurance.

I take a deep breath in through my nose, and out through my mouth, instantly feeling a sense of calm wash over me. I picture the fire burning hot and growing several feet tall, the image in my mind so realistic that it feels like It’s really happening.

There’s a warm tingling sensation that builds in my stomach, growing ever so slightly. My hand shakes as a cold feeling wraps around my core. It’s Lucifer’s grace, a sensation I've grown quite accustomed to. My warm grace tangles with his, dancing in harmony. My grace is much smaller, more submissive to his. His grace is heavier and far more overpowering, like a cold ocean wave that makes my ears ring and blood hum.

“You feel that?” He whispers in my ear, the feeling of our graces merging together pleasantly surges through my body.

“...Yes.” I nod, holding back the groan that threatens to spill from my lips.

“Use it.” He kisses my neck, leaving a playful nip. “I know you can do it.”

His encouragement lights a fire in my stomach, and with renewed determination, I put my full focus into the task at hand.

The fire roars to life, burning to the top of the fireplace. The flames dance up to the chimney, the smell of crackling wood and thick smoke fills the room. A feeling of power surges through my veins, the rush has me instantly hooked, surely an addiction in the making.

“I did it…” I mutter to myself in shock. “LUCE, I DID IT!” I turn around to face him and my wings flutter in excitement, a happy grin on my face.

“I knew you could, my beloved!” He picks me up with ease and spins me around like I weigh nothing to him. His wings twirl around us, magnificent feathers flowing in the breeze. “I never doubted you for a second.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and stares at me lovingly. “I’m so proud of you.” He places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Mm…” I hum in content, happy that Lucifer, of all people, is proud of me. I melt into the kiss, the rest of the world fading into oblivion. I could stay here forever.

The soft clicks of a lock being picked is covered by the fire that still roars strong behind us and the blood rushing in my ears.

The door bursts open with a loud bang, the splintered wood hanging off the hinges. Light from outside pours into the dimly lit room, illuminating the three figures, their shadows stretching across the floor.

Surprised, I whip my head around to see Dean standing his ground across the room, Sam and Castiel looming behind him, all of them armed with angel blades.

“LET HER GO YOU WINGED BASTARD!” the familiar sound of Dean’s voice booms. Dean looks pissed, more than I ever could have imagined. This must be what monsters see in their final moments, truthfully, it scares me. His knuckles are white from gripping the blade so hard, ready to spring into action.

“Well, look who’s come to party,” Lucifer teases, holding me closer, surely leaving red marks where his fingers dig into the skin of my arms.

“Dean!” I call out. I never thought I'd see him again and my heart flutters at the sight. They came for me. They actually came for me…

Without giving it a second thought, I break free of Lucifer's grasp and make a beeline towards the Winchesters and their beloved angel, awaiting the feeling of being in their arms once again.

Before I even make it halfway across the room, Lucifer appears in front of me. I bump into his chest, stumbling back onto the floor.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” He shakes his head, giving me a disapproving look and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I'm just a child.

“PUT!... ME!... DOWN!” I demand, pounding my fists against his back. When this has absolutely no effect on him, I run my hands into his feathers and twist, remembering the reactions it elicited from him before. He growls, but refuses to let me down, his grips only growing tighter on me.

“Put the girl down, brother,” Castiel warns, a dangerous edge to his voice.

“Castiel, pleasure to see you again, come back for seconds?” He taunts him with a grin.

Dean takes a step forward, practically fuming.

“Stay!” Lucifer commands me, placing me on the ground behind him. He splays his wings out protectively in front of me, as if I'm the one at risk.

The tension in the room is so thick that you could cut it with a butter knife.

The sound of every window breaking around us, practically makes me jump out of my skin. Shards of glass fly in all directions, one piece just barely missing my face by half an inch. The sky that had been clear just moments ago, is now raining like we’re in the eye of a category five hurricane. Booming claps of thunder fill the room, followed by strikes of lightning that illuminate Lucifer’s wings in the most intimidating way.

Snapping out of my shocked daze, I completely disregard his command and try to run forward but find that his grace is holding me in place, essentially super gluing my shoes to the floor.

For just a moment, the three boys give each other a knowing look before they all swing into action.

Dean lunges forward, swinging the blade with full force. He aims for Lucifer’s head, but he flawlessly dodges the attack, his eyes flashing red in anger. But this doesn’t deter him, Dean’s unrelenting, like he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.

Sam keeps himself fixed to the closest wall across the room. He drags the blade across his hand, creating a deep gash in his palm. Blood drips to the floor in abundance, creating a crimson puddle. He dips his finger in the liquid and quickly begins to draw a symbol on the wall with haste. I’ve studied enough to recognize that it’s an Enochian symbol, but I can’t decipher what it means.

Castiel stands a few feet behind Dean, his brow furrowed in concentration. He extends his arm towards Lucifer and his eyes glow a light blue. He chants quietly under his breath, his voice low and steady.

Dean continues his attack on Lucifer. With one precise swing, he slices Lucifer across the face. A cut on his cheekbone forms, blood dribbling from his cheek to his chin. Dean flashes him a cocky smile.

I struggle against his hold with all my strength, desperately trying to pry my shoes from the hardwood floor, but it's ultimately useless. I have no choice but to stand by in horror, watching the scene unfold in front of me with no way to stop it. The only thing worse than being in love with two men, is watching them kill each other right in front of your eyes.

Lucifer reaches up to his cheek, tenderly touching the wound that instantly heals shut with a white shine. He lowers his hand, looking at the blood that coats his fingers in anger.

“You’re gonna regret that,” he growls, lunging at Dean.

“I don't think so brother,” Castiel states, his eyes glowing a bright blue. With the power of his grace, he stops Lucifer in his tracks, forcing him on his knees and keeping him stuck in place.

Dean tilts his head, giving him a look that says, “I win.”

“Hurry Dean, I can’t hold him much longer,” Castiel groans, his body straining to fight off Lucifer’s powerful resistance.

Without a second of hesitation, Dean plunges the blade into Lucifer, his body visibly shaking with adrenaline.

“NO!” I scream out, my wings frilled in panic. With the attack, Lucifer's grip on me breaks and I rush to his side in an instant. I kneel next to him on the ground, lifting his limp head in my hands, his eyes closed and blood dripping from the wound where the angel blade remains buried deep in his flesh. I can feel the hot tears pricking my eyes.

Silence hangs in the air. Dean, Sam, and Cas anxiously waiting to see if they’re plan had really worked. After a few moments pass, they give each other a look of relief and collect themselves.

Their relief is short lived, as he opens his eyes and breaks out of Cas’s hold, more pissed than ever.

“You missed.” He smiles and pulls the blade out from the right side of his chest, dropping it to the ground with a clank, blood splattering the wood. Within seconds the wound is healed shut with a white glow. He stands from his knees and spreads his wings, towering far above the rest of us. “You should really aim for the heart next time.” He grins wide like a Cheshire cat.

All three boys exchange a look that practically screams, “Oh shit.”

With a flick of his wrist, Lucifer throws the three of them against the wall, pinning them in place. They struggle with all their might, but their efforts are essentially useless against his powerful grace. In a fight, archangel always wins.

“Sit, stay awhile.” he teases.

“Lucifer, no,” I beg, just wanting this nightmare to be over.

He wraps his arm around my waist but pays me no mind. He twists his hand into a fist and at once, both of the brothers’ writhe in pain, their body contorting in unnatural angles.

Dean and Sam groan, their faces twisting up in agony. As if it couldn’t get worse, they start to spit up blood. And not just a little, but a disturbing amount of blood pouring through their lips, staining their skin and clothes a blooming red. The sound of groans and coughing makes me sick to my stomach.

“Lucifer, stop!” I yell in horror. I bunch my hands up in his shirt, desperately trying to snap him out of his fit of rage. I’ve never seen him like this before, but I start to question if those stories about him are actually as true as they say.

“No!” Castiel yells in his gravelly voice, staring at the beloved Winchester brothers squirming next to him.

“Wait your turn, brother.” Lucifer snaps his head in his direction and shifts his hand towards Castiel. A white glow slowly burns inside Cas. It starts low in his chest but builds until the white light shines through his throat and eyes with a deafening ring that continues to grow.

“You really think she loves you? I mean, you?” Lucifer mocks, staring Dean down intently.

Dean tries to speak, but his words are undecipherable through the spluttering blood and groans.

“STOP!!” I pound my fists against Lucifer’s chest so hard that it would surely leave painful bruises on any normal human. But he’s not human, no, he’s the farthest thing from it, an archangel in a savage rage.

He continues his assault, the boy’s looking as if they’re on the brink of death, perhaps they are.

“You promised…” my voice breaks.

This pulls him out of his trance. He stops his brutal attack and turns to me, looking guilty and the slightest bit pained.

“You’re right,” he admits, getting his temper under control. He takes my hand in his and brings them to rest on his cheek, evening out his breath.

The Winchesters gawk at him, as if they can’t believe what they’re seeing. They cough and choke, but the waterfall of blood stops and Castiel ceases the blinding glow.

“You’re scaring me, Luce.” I step closer, my eyes wet with tears.

“Forgive me, love.” he looks at me with loving eyes, the man I love coming back to me, even if it’s just for a moment. He pulls me into a kiss. It’s soft at first, caring and apologetic, but it soon turns deep and possessive. He wraps his wings around me and looks over to Dean, holding eye contact, needing to see his jealous reaction.

“Leave her alone,” he demands in a hoarse voice, his face burning with anger.

I break the kiss with a light shove and look at him, my cheeks burning in shame. I can practically hear his heart breaking into a thousand shards.

“Or what?” Lucifer snaps, “What did you think was going to happen, hm? You’d just storm in here, kill me, and she’d come running back to you like some lovesick puppy?”

Dean musters up the strength to shoot him a look that could kill, but I could see Lucifer’s words were gutting him inside.

“Newsflash kid, Y/N’s my soulmate. We’re meant to be together, it’s our destiny,” he says, pulling me so close that my wings are pressed flat against his chest, wrapping an arm around me to secure my body in place.

Dean’s face becomes somber as he processes the information. I can see the internal debate going on inside of his head, one that I’ve had many times before.

“Is that true, Y/N?” Sam asks hesitantly.

Cas gives Sam a knowing look.

“Yeah, tell them Y/N.” Lucifer takes my chin between his fingers and forces me to look them in the eyes, unable to escape their awaiting glares, “Is it true?” He mocks.

“...Yes,” I admit, barely a whisper.

Dean’s eyes go wide, tears threatening to spill at any moment. His green irises flick back and forth, desperately scanning my face for any sign that I might be lying, that this is all some part of a masterplan to deceive Lucifer, but finds none.

“I’m sorry,” my voice cracks and I close my eyes in shame, tears streaming down my cheeks. I can feel Lucifer smirking behind me, clearly amused with this turn of events.

The room is quiet for a moment before something in Dean changes. His eyes harden and he lifts his head with a wave of confidence. “Yeah? Well, I say screw destiny. You can shove it up your feathery ass!” He spits in defiance.

“Give it up Dean.” Lucifer rolls his eyes dramatically, “She’s my mate, you can't have her!” He growls, his wings spreading to their full wingspan.

“Lucifer… that’s enough!” I warn, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to get his attention, but he keeps his eyes glued on Dean.

“No, she’s not! She’s one of us now, she’s a Winchester!” He snaps back.

Hearing those words makes my heart flutter but it sends Lucifer over the edge. His eyes glow a red so bright that I’m sure the color will be burned in the back of my retina for days to come. He balls his hand into a fist and twists it sharply.

Dean screams as the unmistakable sound of his rib bones crunching and breaking under the angel's grace bounces off the walls, followed by a series of pained whimpers, drowned out by Sam and Cas’s protests.

“I SAID, ENOUGH!” my voice echoes around the room. With a sudden surge of grace, Lucifer is shoved halfway across the room. Dean, Sam, and Cas are released from his hold, falling to the floor. The storm stops and all is quiet for just a moment.

Dean clutches at his ribs and attempts to stand, but collapses onto the ground in immense pain. Sam and Cas rush to his side and help him to his feet, throwing his arms around each of their shoulders to help him stand. The three of them look at me in shock, Dean seemingly more amazed than the others.

Lucifer, on the other hand, is beaming, clearly impressed with my sudden surge in power. “Look at y-” Lucifer starts with a cocky smile.

“Shut up!” I interrupt him, shooting him a warning look.

“I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m some prize to be won!” I yell, angrily looking between the two of them, disgusted with the little show they put on tonight. I try to catch my breath as I collect my thoughts.

“I’m my own person, and I decide my destiny! Not you,” I turn to look at Luce, images of our amazing dates together play like a movie in my mind, how he makes me feel like I'm the only girl in the world, the only thing that matters to him, and the powerful connection pulling us together like magnets. I can just imagine spending eternity with him, exploring where my powers could take me, seeing how deep our connection goes, and what the next millennia together has in store for us.

“Not you,” I look at Dean. Memories of my nights with him flood back, the way he was always there when I needed him, the way he makes my heart flutter every time I look at him, the way I crave him in every sense of the word. It’s no use denying the feelings I have for Dean, and what I wouldn’t give to spend the rest of my days with him, watching him grow old and showing him what it really means to be loved.

“And definitely not fate.” I raise my head high and frill my wings out to their full extent, refusing to hold myself back any longer.

“It’s my choice, and I choose…”

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Hoziernatural Recs: Destiel

Sign-ups for the 2024 round of the Hoziernatural Multi-Ship Bang are open, and people will soon be working to create a whole new batch of Hoziernatural content! However, for those of you who would like something to read between now and posting, we have some recs to fill that need 💚

Everything listed below is Destiel, but if you're a person of varied taste, then check out our Wincest, Rare Pair, and Gen/Character Study rec lists!

A Call to Motion by @banshee1013 with art by @nickelkeep

Beta: @rauko-creates

Hozier Song: Movement

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 22,019

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dorothy Baum/Charlie Bradbury, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dance, Modern Dance AU, Dancer Castiel, Dancer Dean, College Student Sam, Strangers to Lovers

Summary:

After seeing Sam safely accepted to the University of Kansas in Lawrence, Dean finally feels like he can start pursuing his own dream - which just so happens to be Modern Dance after having passed by the studio on his way to work. Then his instructor, Rowena, tells him about an opportunity at a dance company in Kansas City, which he discovers is run by Gabriel Shurley - brother to Castiel Shurley, the man who's audition for the Paul Taylor Dance Company in New York inspired him to pursue his new-found passion.

Castiel Shurley is adrift - moving to Kansas City with his brother to help run their cousin Balthazar Angeles' dance company after a falling out with his Artistic Director - and lover - in New York. The dance company is a wonderful, talented group, but Castiel found his love for dance shattered along with his heart.

That is, until a green-eyed, bow-legged, incredibly gifted novice dancer appears for auditions, and Castiel feels the urge to dance - and love - return to him.

Angel in the Shortwave by @columbocas with art by @squirrelofcelestialintent

Beta: @squirrelofcelestialintent

Hozier Song: Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,123

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Additional Tags: Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Castiel is Saved from the Empty, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Sex Worker Dean Winchester, Patricide, Canon Universe

Summary: Castiel escapes the empty into a parallel universe. There he meets a young Dean turning tricks. Post-The Winchester's Dean searches for Cas.

Be Like the Love that Discovered the Sin by @grim-work with art by @deancodedcastielenby

Beta: @sky-is-torn

Hozier Song: Be

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 5,100

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Awkward Flirting, Angst, Kissing, Falling in Love, Dean Winchester has PTSD, s5e3 Free to Be You and Me

Summary:

Once, in Tennessee, when he was in middle school, someone told Dean he was a child of God.

During “Free to Be You and Me,” Dean and Cas talk without doing much talking, and try to invent something new.

honey you're familiar (like my mirror...) by @deaniewithalittleweanie

Hozier Song: From Eden

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10,953

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Minor Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester

Warnings: Mentions of Body Horror, Canon-Typical Violence

Additional Tags: Body Swap, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Castiel Bears the Mark of Cain, Smut, Dark Crack, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Season 10, Nightmares, Wings, Every possible angle on a body swap fic all in one, Tone Shift, Bottoming from the Top, Masturbation

Summary: While desperate for a cure for the Mark of Cain, Dean wakes up in a dark alley no longer in his own skin. Now occupying Castiel's body, he has to grapple with being an angel and no longer having control over the Mark. Meanwhile, Castiel now has to learn to control the rage that comes with bearing the Mark in a body that is already at its breaking point with it. Dean can feel everything Castiel used to feel and vice versa, making the chemistry between the two of them all the more volatile.

Mad Dog Caged by @mbqnoyolo with art by @squirrelofcelestialintent

Beta: @ididitallofitforyou

Hozier Song: Like Real People Do

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 5,527

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: PTSD, hallucinations, nightmares, first kiss, post attack dog spell, hurt!Cas, homemaker!Dean

Summary: Dean and Cas are recovering in the Bunker while Sam puts as much distance as he can between himself and the brooding men. The Attack Dog spell has Castiel lurching from reality to hallucinations and Dean struggles with trying to care for him despite his own terrifying flashbacks of Amara, the Mark and Purgatory.

Nothing Fucks With My Baby by @rauko-creates

Hozier Song: NFWMB

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 620

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence

Additional Tags: Protective Castiel, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Dean Winchester, Murder Husbands, Hunter Husbands, Established Relationship, Canon Universe

Summary: I was feeling an intense need to listen to Hozier's NFWMB on repeat while writing about Cas smiting the shit out of everything in the way to get to Dean and slaughtering everything that dared to lay a hand on him. Not that Dean's a damsel in distress in this situation; he's actually holding his own just fine. Cas is just intense.

Remember Me, Love, When I'm Reborn by @lazarus-rose with art by @deancodedcastielenby

Beta: @very-offkey-kazoo

Hozier Song: Shrike

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 46,251

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Character Death

Additional Tags: Parallel Universes, Post-Canon, Post-The Winchesters, Angst With A Happy Ending

Summary: In some ways, Dean thought his death would solve things. He thought it would give him a chance for a happy life in Heaven surrounded by his family, but he was wrong. So he decides to take a ride in his Baby and find that missing piece that keeps him from being happy. Almost everywhere he goes, there is one constant – Castiel. He sees his angel, over and over, finding him in different worlds with different versions of Dean and then watching over him from afar.

Back on Earth, Dean didn’t have the words for the feelings inside him, but his afterlife might just provide him with the strength and wisdom to hold on to true happiness when he finds it.

Swan Upon Leda by @kelsstiel with art by @marvfortytwo

Beta: @deaniewithalittleweanie

Hozier Song: Swan Upon Leda

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 174,096

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hospital, Kid Fic, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy ending, Minor Character Death, Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Pediatric Surgery Fellow Dean Winchester meets baby Jack Kline and neuropsychologist Castiel Novak his first week on the job. Dean’s been accused a time or two of caring a little too much in the past and it’s hard not to care about the neurotic adoptive father and his medically needy preemie. After a series of run-ins between the pair, Dean and Cas develop a friendship that everyone else around them suspect more from immediately, though it takes them a little longer to get the memo. When Dean struggles with a particularly devastating patient loss, their mutual understanding of loss and love bring them closer in a way that neither of them could have expected.

The Love, The Dark, The Light, The Flame by @raimykeller with art by @nickelkeep

Beta: @quizasvivamos

Hozier Song: As It Was

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 8,188

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Angst With A Happy Ending, 15x19 Alternate Ending, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from the Empty, Homophobic Language, Getting Together, Fix-It, Dean Winchester Has Self-Esteem Issues

Summary:

After Dean, Sam, and Jack defeat Chuck, Jack opens a portal to let Dean try to rescue Castiel from the Empty. The Shadow will let Castiel go on one condition: Dean has to solve a case.

Dean is transported back into his 19-year-old body to hunt whatever monster is killing young, gay teens in San Francisco. But, Dean must face much more than supernatural monsters if he wants to free Castiel from the grip of the Empty and eternal slumber.

Wasteland, Baby! by @deaniewithalittleweanie with art by @deancodedcastielenby

Beta: @wanderingcas

Hozier Song: Wasteland, Baby!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 46,326

Pairing/s: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Aaron Bass/Dean Winchester

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use

Additional Tags: Post-finale, Dean Winchester Saves Castiel from The Empty, Endverse (5x04: The End), Endverse!Castiel

Summary:

With his dying breath, Chuck releases the Croatoan virus onto the world the Winchesters just tried to save from him. Fueled by rage, Dean rescues Castiel from The Empty, but the angel comes back with a screw knocked loose and most of his grace depleted. To both of them, Castiel’s confession before his death is best left unspoken of. In a world of destruction, chaos, and death, Dean has resigned himself to being chained by reality for the rest of his days.

That is, until Sam finds a lead on restoring a very weak Jack’s powers. The mission has Dean, Castiel, Jack, and Charlie criss-crossing the continental United States on the hunt for power and a cure for the virus that has destroyed civilization as it once was, all the while trying to repair the broken bonds between all of them.

#hozier #spn #hoziernatural #destiel #destiel fic #destiel art #rec list

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mrstsung · 4 months

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You know how people dont listen and think a pill will make all the problems go away when actually it's only to help you,not cure you.

Yeah. Make shang tsung more like

"Hey guys i found stuff that may help ease you. It will help ease all your pains and problems."

So no he doesn't say cure. He says eases. And without treatment,tlc,and care. Nobody will truly heal.

Plus making him pathetic (more so liu kang doing so and expecting him to not get pissed at knowing his whole existence is because of petty beef lou had with him FROM ANOTHER TIMELINE LIFE. And never was told,thus once again the cycle continues because you didn't fucking tell him WHY IT WAS BAD,WHAT HE WAS DOING AND WHY HE SHOULD HAVE A CHANGE OF HEART OR CHANCE TO CHANGE?! like liu how can you AND raiden fumble shang tsung by doing the same fucking shit. But somehow liu is worse with this. Because raiden did it to protect the realms. Liu kang does it because he's fucking a petty whore. But i digress. No shang tsung,despite being written like shit. Still is in the right because how can a man under poverty and corruption live like he do? Like you think outworld and edania won't become corrupt just because it look nicer or shao kahn aint a problem?! Ha! Look at real world empires. Yeah,how did they turn out?! Same shit. Just mystical. Nothing changes. Really. Honestly. Liu kang should have stayed dead. I loved liu. Emphasis on LOVED. Now i can't stand this bitch. Especially how they are doing him now. Fr.)

Anyways. Back to shang.

I feel him being good at many trades. But not really a master in them. He's legitimate. But people are assholes not listening to him. Or they dont want him rich,because you know damn well the rich ruling class wouldn't want a commoner to believe they can have good things in life right?! So this in turn shines a light.

No edania,outworld. Isn't actually at peace just because no war. Or shao kahn isn't a problem. No. It becomes its own problem. Like rome. It falls to corruption and greed. Empires fall one way or another.

Down with the fucking bourgeoisie! That's how i see it. Shang was a small part in the people uprising against an already corrupt regime. Kitana was a fucking fool for believing,mileena knew but didn't know how to say it due to they positions. Sindel is revealed to be no damn better than shao kahn or jerrod. In fact,it goes to show all of them are fucking pretty terrible people to the poor. Privilege and class is something that is so skirted by in mk and its kinda interesting that nobody else sees this.

Sure at the end of the day. Vidyagaem. But damn if ya gonna tell a story. There are better ways to do it.

Especially if you add fantasy politics. The point of world Building is to actually build a believable world and people and characters. Not just make it plot convenient for the masses.

See this is why shang tsung is more and more the only fucking good thing left about mortal kombat.

"Shang tsung was right about the gods!?"

*glocks gun*

"You fool! Always has been!"

But seriously. Having him a novice is fine but making him weak for plot to make liu kang "the nicer god" is pathetic and weak writing.

Nah. Shang tsung is supposed to be "that bitch you don't fuck with. Less you wanna die" type of character. This could have been avoided if you were nice to him and he had friendship. Seriously.

You can see and smell the bias from the character.

Which would have been a perfect opportunity to make liu kang dark or evil or something! Like falling from grace like raiden a mirror to "if you aren't careful you become what you hate!" And mirrors shang tsung in that "nah you aint that different than me. You're actually worse"

Like there could have been something epic. Or good guy shang tsung whaaa?! But nope

Nrs just wants to keep same ol same status quo while guising it as something new.

Nah nrs is the quacks. Not shang.

Bite me boon. Suck my nuts.

And honestly,shang tsung deserves better than this shit.

Especially after cary hiroyuki tagawa reprised his role after many years. All for you to be doing this shit again.

Smfh.

Nah i stan shang tsung not because im a shang tsung tsimp.

Nah i stan him because some of these people suck and are fucking mean.

( Especially when again a lot of shit once again can be easily avoided but nope,shitty plot. Also fire god liu fanboys specifically,are mean af. And rude. Hella rude. All because people said they feel bad for shang. Regardless if they personally agree with him or not. It's fucking rude to be an asshole to someone randomly,just because someone feels bad for a bad guy. I thought we were past this shit. Villains are very much loved especially nowadays given how the world be and irl governmental corruption and society be,so what gives?! You mad he got more pu**y than you ever could?! Is that it. You mad because he got more popular than liu kang chosen quack now? Maybe if nrs didn't write liu kang to be an insufferable prick. Maybe people would like fire god liu kang. And again shang tsung to me no matter what kind of life he has,good or bad. He refuses to live in squander. Regardless you could write him many ways. However one thing stands throughout all of them. He's fucking good at whatever he sets his mind to. So to make him pathetic lil welp is ooc and ridiculous af. And pisses me off. And makes me not really care for liu kang. At all. Like he could drop dead in the next game and i wouldn't cry. Same with every other character,i dont really feel anything profoundly with any of them. The only one I'd care for is shang tsung. Because he's the only fucking character that seems to have a good head on his shoulders despite the shitty writing and predicament he was placed in. )

Look this is me venting. Like this is a jab at asinine people,and the game writers. Especially when NRS should damn well do better but they don't. They dont want compelling villains,they want palatable villains. Complacency. And not a morally grey character that is funny enough,honest to god telling the truth. They hate it when the devil is right. But y'all know. Shang knew the corruption of things. But instead of making things actually livable. Nope. They make him a mockery. No offense but that's why it was so easy for him to become a dark sorcerer again. Wouldn't you? Could have been easily avoided. Very easy. Especially if liu was "so damn powerful" enough to prevent it. Its not because he's always this way. No it's because YOU MADE IT THAT WAY! period.

Fellow Shang stans,my shang tsimps. I'm sorry.

Hey at least we got fanfics,hcs,and each other.

Regardless of what form,timeline,no matter how shitty the writing is,no matter how asinine the fans can get. There are people who understand. And whatever you look like shang.

Know I will always love him.

💚🐍- mrstsung

#vent #do it for him #mortal kombat #shang tsung #💚heart and soul🐍#self ship #self shipping #shang tsung mortal kombat #mk f/o #antagonist f/o #villain f/o #villain/antagonist f/o #nah shang tsung was right #y'all just fucking stupid to not listen to him

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reaja · 2 years

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Happy Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day!!

As part of @renegadepublishing's Renegade Loves Fic(writers) event I bound and gifted a copy of one of my favorite fics to the author (who happens to also be a dear friend)! I am so excited to finally be able to share pics of it!

Human Error by @jemariel Supernatural, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Explicit, 33,435 Words Summary: Cas is human now, and things aren't going to plan. (Not that Dean had a plan. Nope. No plans of any kind.) Anyway, what's a Winchester to do when everything he tries seems to blow up in his face? Go hunting. Obviously.

This was my very first successful case bind! I learned so much working on this book. I am still a novice bookbinder, but I am quite proud of how it turned out.

Thank you so much for writing this beautiful story, Jem. I adore it so much and re-read it often. <3

#bookbinding #ficbinding #fanbinding #renegadelovesfic #destiel

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jackhkeynes · 7 months

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bougr "fellow"

bougr /ˈbu.gr̩/ [ˈbu.gɐ]

fellow, chap, cove, bloke, guy, a man and especially an ordinary man of the street;

(archaic) scoundrel, rogue, cad, blackguard, someone (usually a man) without honour or virtue

Etymology: only recently (early twentieth century) ameliorated from an insult, via Middle Boral bougr "villain, criminal, enemy; pagan, apostate, non-believer" from Old Boral bougre "heretic, evildoer". This reflects Medieval Latin Bulgarus "from Bulgaria", from Old Slavonic, and was probably introduced via contemporary French legal codes.

Un bougr insuet vien de laurar cas y haprman. /ɪn ˈbu.gr̩ ɪnˈsjɛt vjen de loˈrar kaz i ˌha.pr̩ˈman/ [ɪm ˈbug‿ʀɪnˈsjɛt vjɛn de lʊˈʀɑː kaz i ˌha.pɐˈman] indf guy novice come of work-inf wrt def grocer A new guy's just started at the grocer's.

#conlang #boral #conlanging #boralverse #alternate history #conworld

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monisha1199 · 8 months

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From Novice to Pro: Master the Cloud with AWS Training!

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#aws course #aws training #tech #aws

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destielficbasket · 7 months

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Wonder if u can help me. Im Looking for a fic that is an AU Carnival or Fair fic and Cas is the main attraction, but Dean doesn't know right away that he's an angel. They wait for him to see it in person. His wings coming out etc

Then they stay in a trailer and Dean cuts out the arms of his shirt, so Cas can have his wings out. He likes them out. Doesn't like that he has to keep them in, like they hurt him.

Then Dean tries to help Cas learn how to fly, cuz he hasn't even tried. Pretty sure Cas has never done anything sexually before. Def a novice.

I think Balt has a crush on Cas. Rufus I believe is in it. Zachariah may even b in it.

Ive read a lot of carnival ones. But this was my 1st and I cant find it. So its prob about 6yrs old????

Ive been looking for so long im starting to lose hope.

Thx so much

Lisa

Hi! Sorry, we don't do that kind of service. 😔

But you can ask in the profound bond service on Discord. There's a section where people ask to find different fics.

Good luck!

#asks

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anotherfanofhers · 2 years

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Judy with Betsy Blair and her daughter Kerry (ca. 1949).

« She was [nineteen] when I arrived in Hollywood at seventeen with my brand-new husband, about-to-be-movie-star Gene Kelly. Judy had seen Gene in New York in Pal Joey, and she asked Metro for him to play opposite her in For Me and My Gal.

[When] the casting of the film was set… we were invited to dinner at Judy and David Rose’s house. She was a movie star; I was a girl from New Jersey who had danced in the chorus of one Broadway musical and played the lead in one straight play. Judy saw no difference between us. Her generosity, her sense of fun, her zest for life obliterated any possibility of grandeur or pretension. She was a joy to know. And Gene always publicly acknowledge her vital help to him on his first film when he was the novice. »

(Betsy Blair)

#judy garland #betsy blair #gene kelly #1940s #old hollywood

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autisticjoys · 2 months

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Video Games and Diversity: Wylde Flowers Part 1

SPOILER WARNING

Long post!

Wylde Flowers is a captivating game that combines elements of typical farming games (growing crops, tending to animals, collection items, mining, fishing), with elements of magic (crafting spells, brewing potions, a hidden magical village, nightly coven meetings) and even some room for romance, with 7 potential romantic partners.

You play as Tara Wylde, a woman in her late 20's who, following her losing her job and fiancé, moves from the big city to the island town of Fairhaven, to help her ill grandmother, Hazel, to run her farm. Soon, Tara finds out her grandmother, several of the town's residents and she, herself, are witches. She has to get used to running the farm, being a witch and after the passing of her grandma, she must help fight dark forces, solve mysteries and try finding a way to bring the townsfolk and the coven closer.

The game features a wide range of characters, and the casual representation of various ethnicities, religions and the inclusion of characters who are members of the LGBTQ+ community feels very refreshing, without ever feeling forced or overdone. There's a pride flag above town hall, the player gets to choose Tara's orientation and even the gender of her ex-fiancé, and her potential romantic partners include male, female and even a non-binary character. So, let's meet the characters!

Amira Syed is the Iranian town doctor and a member of the Fairhaven Coven, having the title of Adept. She's very openly flirtatious with Tara from the get-go and is one of her potential romantic partners. She refers to Wraiths (dark spirits) as Jinn, mentions she celebrates Nowruz and her favourite foods include Fesenjan, Jeweled Rice and Zeytoon Parvardeh.

Angus Seton is a baker of Scottish and Polish descent, whose shop is right next to the jewelry store run by his Puerto Rican fiancé, Francis Calderón. Angus is a member of the League of the Conscious Mind, something that causes friction with Francis, who doesn't like the League's teachings.

It is later revealed (after they've already gotten married) that Francis, like his older brother, is a witch and he joins the coven after they help free Angus from a Wraith, getting the title of Initiate (and eventually, Novice). After the coven is revealed, Angus, who has a fear of witches due to a family curse, feels conflicted at first, but ultimately declares he loves Francis no matter what.

Angus' favourite foods include Rumbledethumps, Skirlie and Pierogie, while Francis' include Arroz con Gandules and Asopao. In addition, they both have noticeable accents and Francis uses Spanish words, such as referring to a witch as a bruja and calling Angus cariño.

Aryel is a curupira demon, one of the Fae residing in Ravenwood Hollow, a magical community that exists between Fairhaven and the magical world of the Gloaming. He originated from the area of modern day Brazil and has a fondness of animals, and such, a strong dislike of the local rancher and butcher, as well as the former miners and is not above pranking people. His favourite foods include Malasada, Brigadeiro and Pacoquinha.

Bruno Soft is one of the elder residents of town, a fisherman who runs a bait shop and frequents the town bar. He is the son of a German immigrant, has been widowed for a while and has a somewhat estranged relationship with his son, Otto, the town's major and his wife, Vanessa, the teacher at Fairhaven's only school. He's not shown to be religious in any way and is shown to be progressive and accepting, such as when finding out witches exist and when referencing the fact that Tara's great-aunt was not straight.

His son, on the other hand, doesn't seem quite as accepting, being willing to put on witch trials and quick to accuse people of being evil and sowing seeds of chaos and fear. Otto's wife, Vanessa, turns out to be a witch who was rejected from the coven, and turned to dark magic to get back at them, nearly leading to a catastrophe, after which both her and her husband leave the island.

Cameron Conner, often called Messenger Cameron, leads the island's branch of the League of the Conscious Mind. A former Hollywood actor who was able to turn his life around after finding the League. His teachings are seen as controversial among townsfolk and his ideas of there being Malcontents (people who wish to do others harm), endanger the coven and wind up partially responsible for innocent people getting accused of witchcraft. After the coven is revealed, he starts questioning his beliefs and teachings. One of Tara's potential romantic partners.

Damon Mthembu-Haas is the South African owner of the local bar and a member of the coven by the title of Journeyman. His parents moved back to South Africa so his mother could return to her roots as a healer, leading to him inheriting his dad's bar. He's a kind and extroverted person who likes cooking up schemes and who is implied to have had a crush on the local florist before. He is one of Tara's potential romantic partners. His favourite foods include Cape Malay Curry, Bobotie and Chakalaka.

Giva Joshi is an Indian meteorologist who moves to Fairhaven after the bridge to the mountain pass is repaired. She's a practicing Hindu, and a lesbian, something that caused a split between her and her family, who wanted to sign her up for a well known matchmaker. She's curious and very passionate about her field, determined to figure out the cause behind Fairhaven's strange weather (caused by the coven having to turn the seasons magically). After Vanessa leaves, she becomes the new teacher, much to the kids' delight. Her favourite foods include Prawns Koliwada, Vad Pav and Pav Bhaji. She's one of Tara's potential romantic partners.

Gloria Miranda was a member of the Fairhaven Coven by the title of Illusionist, before her disappearance 4 years prior to the game's events. After her return, she becomes the new major, a post previously held by her husband. She is the mother of 2 children:

Violet is the local florist, who eventually boosts her store to serve as a boutique as well. She is a member of the coven, going by Acolyte at first, before being promoted to Herbalist, and eventually to Guardian.

Sebastian is one of the local school-children, working part-time at the stall and dreaming of leaving town as soon as he turns 18. The return of his mother and the reveal that he's a witch makes him decide to attend college online, at least for the first year.

The Miranda family's ethnicity isn't stated, tho they appear to be African-American.

Kai Hoapili is a Hawaiian surfer who wound up on the island after an incident. Whilst recovering, he met the owner of the local pop-up stall and eventually decided to stay and take over. He's very chill and easy-going, but admittedly misses being a part of the larger surfing community. He's one of Tara's potential romantic partners. It's mentioned in a comment that his community back home had religious practices, tho it's unclear if he himself is religious. His favourite foods include Haupia, Loco Moco and Manapua.

#wylde flowers #video games #diversity #lgbtq representation #ethnic diversity #religious diversity

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dripisdaidiot · 5 months

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Introduction!

Hello! Hope you're having a great day, I'm going to share some information about myself here. Well, actually, I'm placing all that I feel comfortable sharing, right here.

Carrd, Pronouns.page

This Tumblr Blog:

I will post:

Drawings (I’m not an artist though)

Videos (Mainly shitposts)

IRLs (Pictures or videos, rarely)

Vents (Light ones, no heavy vents)

Reblogs (Seldomly, to avoid cluttering)

Blog Tags:

#dripping rambles - Unimportant rambles.

#dripis updates - Updates, usually some changes.

#drip dumps - Works and creations.

#dripirl - IRL stuffs, off-fandom. (I will tag them with #IRL for a more broad block)

Use Conditions of my Works:

All of my work are completely free to use! No permission or credit needed. However, please re-credit credited people within the post. However, you may not use them for hate or NSFW content. You can remove my watermark if you want to. Though you can simply request a watermark-free version from me. I'm happy to provide one.

Direct reposts to other sites are also fine, just add the source. Reposts as in directly posting the entire or portion of a work on another social media platform with no creative elements added. Permission also not needed, only credit.

About Me: (All that ‘Didn't Ask’ things)

General Info:

I'm a 16-year-old Asian. Birthday on 27th Sep. In school. Currently in Hong Kong, GMT+8.

I was born in mainland China, but was put in an international kindergarten, so my better language is actually English. I can still communicate in Chinese, but my fluency is mediocre.

Studies:

Pursuing medical or psychiatric studies. Absolutely love biology and chemistry. Currently studying for IGCSEs. Will do IBDP for sixth form, much less time in the future ;).

Taking CS50x. Self and informal study in multi-media arts, fuelled purely by my almost nonexistent passion.

Current academic subjects (IGCSE)

First Language English (0500)

Chinese as a Second Language (0523)

Mathematics (0580)

Biology (0610)

Chemistry (0620)

Physics (0625)

Economics (0455)

Fun fact: This Tumblr blog, although mainly a hobby, is sort of a preparation to be filled in my IB CAS.

Random Info:

I'm a massive introvert and have extreme social anxiety :). I'm trying to open up by using social medias. I’m open to little chats and I can help with anything related to editing.

I’m on the aro/ace spectrum. However, I’m not heavily invested into the LGBTQ community. I would prefer to avoid such topics. I do not know much about these.

I mainly use LumaFusion for editing, all of the newer “animations” are done in LumaFusion. Some older videos are made using InShot, which is similar to CapCut. I also have some experience with DaVinci Resolve, but still a novice.

Do Not Interacts:

I guess I should add these? So basically…

Pro-shippers

NSFW Posters

Pedophiles

Zoophiles

LGBTQ phobic

Meh, bad manners or dark humour are completely fine for me. You can be a boor to me, or even send death threats to me, I most likely wouldn’t care, except being worried about your mental wellbeing. But just don’t be an asshole to people around me, that’s taking things too far.

Links:

Youtube, Reddit, Steam, Twitter (Inactive), BiliBili (Reposts)

#pinned post #dripis updates

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card-queen · 7 months

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Ooh! I have a question! Who is the main character from the primary novel you're working on, and what are some details/fun facts about them? :D

My main character is Cas! This handsome man here.

As for interesting fun facts, I have just the one for you! Before Cas found his calling in the Castleguard, he was apprentice to the local carpenter. He was even going to marry the carpenter's daughter, Diana Forrest, but then the civil war happened and he accepted the call to join the Castleguard. While that's all very much part of his old life (and another sting in the tail for people who want to call him a failure and a quitter), he still has a gift for whittling and is often carving this or that just to relax. The raven topper on the can that Conoric uses was carved by Cas!

But I do have a hefty slice of chapters from his brother, Conoric's perspective too~

While both of them were initially inspired by Dimitri and Felix from Three Houses, they've developed leaps and bounds since then! Big, big developments came from me figuring out their Enneagrams and watching the TV adaption of The Devil's Novice.

#my writing #oc asks #memories of aether

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kenovele · 7 months

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Hey, c’est à nouveau moi cette semaine (Benoît au cas où vous n’auriez pas lu le blog de la semaine passée). Waow, c'est la première fois que j'écris un blog pair. Le quarantième en plus ! quel chance. Je sais fort libre en ce moment donc c’est logique que je m’occupe un peu plus des tâches ménagères pour que Kate puisse papillonner dans son temps libre. Par exemple je prépare le repas le mardi soir pour plusieurs jours pour qu’elle puisse aller à la poterie ce soir-là et qu’on puisse aller à l’escalade le jour suivant. De mon côté, j’apprécie vraiment avoir du temps pour moi. J’ai bien entendu ma liste à faire mais je peux l’ordonner comme je l’entends et y glisser plein de petites activités. je suis notamment allé nager une heure jeudi dans la matinée avant de faire les courses. J’avais mon couloir personnel. J’ai vite trouvé mon rythme en crawl. Je passe tout mon temps à me concentrer sur ma technique. Woaw quel bien être après. Je trépigne d’y retourner !

On était à la maison du lac ce weekend et j’ai décidé d’emporter ma combi de 2mm et mes lunettes de piscines pour nager jusqu’à la bouée à 200m. Je me suis vite rendu compte que c’était un tout autre type d’effort. D’abord, c'est vraiment galère de garder le cap. En deux en trois mouvement, Je me suis retrouvé faire cap vers le Houtsiplou local. Ensuite, l’eau est gelée. Toutes les parties de mon corps exposées étaient difficiles à réchauffer même au cœur de l’effort. Ma mâchoire était le plus désagréable. Tous les 3 mouvements, j’inspirais une grande goulée d’air mais mon orifice buccal n'avait aucun moyen de se prévenir des intrusions aqueuses glacées. Le froid s’insinuait jusqu’à mes gencives et à la racine de mes dents. La tête en général, si elle n’a pas été habituée préalablement, manque de mécanisme de protection contre la baisse de température. Enfin, ce n'est pas une surprise pour vous si je vous dis que je suis un novice et je suis loin de pouvoir respirer tous les 5 mouvements. Dès que ma bouche sort de l’eau, elle pourrait aspirer une mandarine d’une traite si jamais il arrivait qu’il y en aie une à portée d’aspiration. Quand je nage le crawl, j’ai l’impression que l’air qui s’engouffre dans mes poumons insuffle plus de vie que la première goulée d’un nourrisson. L’objectif de base, était de faire une heure comme dans la piscine mais en plus des problèmes évoqués plus haut, le froid malmenait mon cycle de respiration. Je haletais plus que je ne respirais et occasionnellement une vaguelette bien placée venait me refermer complètement le caquet. Je comprends les gens qui se noient, il suffit de boire la tasse alors que tu essaies de reprendre ton souffle et tu es caisse. Après deux aller-retours, j’ai jeté l’éponge. Mon niveau de fatigue devenait presque dangereux pour ma sécurité. De retour sur la berge, je titubais et avais un petit mal de crâne. Malgré ça, Je me suis promis d’y retourner le lendemain pour 3 allers-retours. Ce que j’ai fait et accompli, avec plus d’aisance que la veille.

Sur un autre sujet, Kate a reçu une offre d’emploi et un contrat après plusieurs interviews avec une firme qui travaille dans le même domaine (géotech) mais plus spécialisée. La team n'est pas très grande. Une quinzaine de personnes tout au plus. Elle pense qu’elle va accepter le travail. Je pense qu’il faut qu’elle fasse des choix qui lui ouvre des portes et c’est le cas pour celui-là. La dynamique de notre couple devra s’adapter aux trajets et à un travail plus demandant mais je ne me fais pas de souci pour ça. Les trajet en ville signifient plein d’occasion pour écouter des podcasts et faire du crochet/du tricot (dans le train). Je veux la féliciter pour avoir identifié un problème et d’avoir cherché à le résoudre directement dans la foulée de la construction de la tiny. Elle a appliqué pour 1 seul job et l’a eu. C’est ce qu’on appel de l’efficacité et je pense que ça décrit bien ma chérie. Entre vous et moi, heureusement que je garde notre couple bien équilibré à cet égard.

J’ai passé ma semaine à casser des rochers et je ne suis pas proche de terminer. C’est une activité satisfaisante. Il y a quelque chose de thérapeutique dans le fait de craquer une pierre. Je ne me l’explique pas trop. Mais je n’ai pas énormément le temps d'y réfléchir parce que j’ai constamment des podcasts dans les oreilles. Kate dit que je vais devenir un conspirationniste. Moi, j’avance l’argument que l’opposition mérite d’être entendue. Je pense que les gens qui se donne l’autorité de mettre le label “dangereux” sur l’opinion des autres sont les vrais dangers. Je suis pour la décentralisation et diversifications des canaux/des formats d’informations pour qu’on ne soit pas obligé de manger des croquettes pour chat à tous les repas. Je regardais le journal avec le grands-parents samedi et j’ai trouvé que ça manquait vraiment de profondeur. Je considère le journal comme de l’Entertainment pas comme de l’information. J’ajouterais même que ça se rapproche plus de la télé-réalité que d’un film. Sur une note plus “conspirationniste”, vendredi j’écoutais un podcast sur la théorie/hypothèse des anciennes grande civilisations (très avancées technologiquement) qui auraient été wiped out (éradiquées) de la surface du globe il y a 11 000 ans. Les Américains raffolent de ce genre d’histoire. Je ne suis pas marié à mes idées, je ne demande qu’à être convaincu et apprendre, jusqu’à ce qu’une autre personne joigne la discussion et y parvienne mieux que la précédente. Je dois admettre qu’ils ont réussi à piquer ma curiosité. Ils ont peut-être plus d’arguments convaincant que le narratif commun veut bien admettre (c’est à dire 0). Bref, ne soyons pas trop prompt à marginaliser les farfelus aussi non on croirait toujours que la terre est plate. Je suis un peu triste que vous, mes lecteurs ne soyez pas bilingue aussi non j’aurais une pléthore de podcast à vous recommander. J’ai commencé à lire mon livre sur les champignons de Aotearoa (NZ) que Kate m’a offert pour mon anniversaire. On s’est baladé un peu pour essayer d'en trouver au lac mais les recherches n’étaient pas très fructueuses. On a trouvé 2 types différents mais en assez mauvais état. J’aimerai également bien me lancer dans la culture de Lion’s Mane. Le champignon et son mycélium aurait apparement d’incroyables vertus. Je vous tiens au courant de l’évolution de ce projet. Dans la même veine d’idée, notre jardin potager se porte bien. On est dans la période de semis. On a planté des chilis, des aubergines, des poivrons, des brocolis, des pois, des patates, des potirons, des salades et des aromates. Ça sent l’été ! Désolé pour vous. J’espère que vous regardez un peu la coupe du monde de Rugby de temps en temps. J’ai "vite fait" entendu que les All Black n'étaient pas spécialement les grands favoris cette année et qu’ils montraient des signes de faiblesse. Je me suis dit que je me réveillerai pour regarder le prochain match si ça se met bien. Je vais maintenant m’atteler à mes autres occupations. On est à Te Aroha donc ma liste de chose à faire sur le pc n'est pas bien longue mais elle mérite mon attention. Je vous fais plein de câlins d’où je suis. Prenez soin de vous. Bisouss. Benoît.

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