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chuckwon · 1 year

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Concept: Jack Kline was turned into an Ostium

And looking at how the Ostium was used in the season finale further underscores what will be needed in the future for the story to move forward, and for Jack and his family to heal.

Let's go through it:

LATA: Our box has a name. They call it the Ostium.

CARLOS: Oh. Latin for "an opening in the body." What, didn't any of you guys ever go to Sunday School? ...So is that thing organic? Is it a mouth or... [chuckles] any other kind of hole?

LATA: Let's just stick with a mouth, please.

ADA: So this box eats monsters?

–SPNWIN 1x07, "Reflections"

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ADAM: It's one of my ribs, dude. Everything can contain the spark of the divine, but this puppy? It's packing enough punch to create life. Or, in your case, destroy God.

SERAFINA: Jack, making your vessel strong, reclaiming your human soul, it was... it was all preparing you for this.

JACK: What'll it do to me?

ADAM: Start an elemental chain reaction. It fuses your soul and your grace into a... Like a...

SERAFINA: Metaphysical supernova.

DEAN: Meaning what?

ADAM: You'll collapse into a living black hole for divine energy. One nothing can escape—not the darkness, not God himself. But once it starts... you can't stop it. So, don't use 'til game time. You dig?

–SPN 15x17, "Unity"

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Dean: All that prep work we did to turn Jack here into a cosmic bomb? Oh. Well, it turned him into sort of a power vacuum. He's been sucking up bits of power all over the place.

–SPN 15x19, "Inherit the Earth"

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"A living black hole for divine energy" / "a power vacuum" is akin to how the Ostium functions. (And remember that Chuck orchestrated this outcome.)

The final step of Jack's transformation in 15x17 and the way the Ostium is activated are also similar:

Adam's rib, containing extra "spark of the divine," was placed in Jack's palm and he absorbed its power. After his initial explosion outward, Jack was then turned into a vessel that acted as a vacuum for divine power.

When an item was placed on the Ostium–like a rock from the Akrida's world–it absorbed the item, which determines what powerful beings the box "eats" and where it sends those beings when activated.

Both Jack and the Ostium were also wielded as weapons.

Which, of course, this show condemns explicitly:

LATA: So you had a friend stuck in a cycle of violence, and instead of helping him, you wielded him like some kind of weapon?

–SPNWIN 1x06, "Art of Dying"

And, with Joan / the Akrida Queen, we saw what happened to a hunter who absorbed monster essence: she became corrupted.

JOAN: What I decided was that the monsters weren't the problem, kid. Mankind is the problem. They always need saving. And Hunters are the ones who end up paying the price with our lives. And then what do these rescued humans do with their precious second chance at life? They waste it… kill each other, beat each other down, destroy our planet. Monsters have it right. Humans are nothing more than food.

LATA: Is that you talking? Or is it the monster essence that's powering you?

MARY: The monster essence drove her mad. She became so obsessed with making sure that Hunters were protected, and she believed the only way to do that was to wipe out everyone who needed saving.

–SPNWIN 1x13, "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"

(Joan is also a dark mirror for Dean, but that's a separate meta topic entirely.)

With how Jack is acting in 15x19 and the SPNWIN finale (and as part of Chuck Won as a concept), something seems to be wrong with him along those lines.

So in regards to the Ostium, what was the solution the team used in the season finale? What did they need to defeat the Akrida Queen?

ADA: The Queen is about to sing her swan song. We can't rewind this tape here.

CARLOS: Wait. What if we could rewind the tape? Metaphysically speaking, if you know what I mean.

–SPNWIN 1x13, "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"

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CARLOS: Well, whatever you feed it creates a portal connected to that object. So we fed it the rock, and it was able to shoot the Akrida back to their world.

MILLIE: So, if we feed it the journal and trace the sigils in reverse, the Ostium can bring here whatever was tied to the journal... the Mystery Man, if he's even alive.

–SPNWIN 1x13, "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"

They reversed the polarity of the Ostium to try to summon Dean, which required using the journal–something “personal” and “clearly connected” to him, as Mary said at one point.

Now, of course, the result when they used it on the Ostium was that it gave the team the Impala rather than Dean for plot reasons. However, the point holds: Dean's journal was the key to metaphysically rewinding the tape and getting the Ostium to release / return what it had absorbed.

That journal was filled with Dean's thoughts, which we got throughout the show in the form of the story he's telling / narrating. They're the healing lessons repeatedly demonstrated by the 1972 gang that Dean has to use in his own life to free himself from the trap he's in, break the cycle of violence, and get his own happy ending.

So, follow the through-line:

The Ostium and Jack are seemingly similar. Just like Dean's journal was used to reverse the Ostium and get it to release/return what it absorbed... The lessons inside of Dean's journal are what’s needed to reverse the polarity of Jack’s transformation, getting Jack to release the God power he absorbed too.

And what are those lessons in Dean's journal? Ah, well, that's what The Winchesters (the story Dean is telling) is dedicated to showing and telling us. That's the function of the entire show.

To highlight a few mirroring moments relevant to the topic at hand:

TONY: You're scared of your own son?

ADA: I'm not scared of you. I... you are my son, and I love you.

TONY: If you love me, you would've told me the truth.

[...]

ADA: I... was wrong to lie to you about who you are, and I was even more wrong for not believing in you. I know you're not your father. You're not the worst parts of him. You're not the worst parts of me. You're just... you're my... You're Tony.

–SPNWIN 1x05, "Legend of a Mind"

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MAC (possessing John): Why did you give up on me?

TRACY: I didn't know how to help you. I was scared.

MAC: I was scared too. I needed my family by my side.

TRACY: I know it's about ten years too late... but I'm here now, and I am so sorry.

LATA: It's not too late, Mac. You can still break the cycle.

–SPNWIN 1x06, "Art of Dying"

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MARY: Because I still want to get out of hunting. I really do. But it's not gonna be at your expense.

–SPNWIN 1x06, "Art of Dying"

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Mutual honesty, apologies, and forgiveness between Dean and Jack are the vital place where they must start. After all... Jack went through with his transformation and later with the corrupting absorption of God power simply because he was desperately trying to earn Dean's forgiveness, something that was repeatedly emphasized throughout season 15. The cycle remained intact instead of broken, and that's why they lost.

So saying that they need to reverse the polarity... What does that mean? It means that their family needs to have emotional release for there to then be the cosmic release of God power, so that that power can be put back out into the universe and no longer have personhood.

Only then will they break the cycle of violence and be able to be free of Chuck's influence once and for all.

You don't need Jack and Ostium parallels to understand and know this about the story. But I do think it's neat, further enhances the overall themes, and once again supports the fact that a Chuck won plot / what happened to Jack was deliberately being centralized! :)

#the winchesters #spnwin meta #the winchesters meta #chuck won meta #chuck won theory #jack kline #spnwin finale #spnwin 1x13 #the ostium #chuck won truthing #me actually posting meta??? it's a fucking miracle #hi everyone I've been learning video editing so I haven't been writing all the meta pieces I still want to do about this show smh #my meta

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tragedybunny · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday

Oh, just made it lol. Thanks for the tag @brabblesblog

Here's a bit from the Ascended Astarion thing I've been working on.

“Soon, my treasure.” He was already tugging on the laces to his trousers. The way he was rid of them and his boots was too precise, methodical in the place of passion. Sitting fully, she pushed back against those thoughts. They were finding themselves again. For a moment, she drank him, impossible beauty, as though hand-sculpted by some god. “Astarion,” the word was a plea, for him to touch her, to show her those doubts were unfounded. With feline grace he came to her, kneeling beside her on the bed, lips capturing hers. “My sweet Serafina,” he murmured, lips burning hot against her skin as fangs teased her throat. Fingers that no longer had the cool of the grave brushed her skin as he tugged at her shirt. Shrugging out of it, she pulled him to her, hands wandering his ivory skin, the lines of his scars rigid against her palms. A reminder that he had paid the price for all of this years before the ritual. Didn’t he deserve the freedom it gave him?

Tagging anyone who wants! Brain fried lol.

#wip wednesday #astarion #ascended astarion #bg3 #my fanfic #my writing

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bforblitz · 1 year

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“Where did you get that scar? The one on your chest?” “The price of looking good on the battle field.”

Heyyy so Azrael is now a snow elf and I tossed around the idea that he’s the Snow Prince. One of his retainers is a young woman named Serafina, who was sealed along side her friend’s definitely dead corpse. I’m sure that’s nothing.

#tes #tesblr #skyrim #morrowind #oblivion #oc:azrael #snow elf #falmer #he lost his drip in the divorce #”look it’s the majestic snow prince”#and it’s just a 5’3” asshole struggling to get on his horse

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imanightmarethatlookslikeadream · 1 year

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THE REMAINERS ( Ghost x Fem! Reader) Part 3 - Last Talk

Summary - You were married to Lieutenant Simon Riley for almost a year. You gave birth and had a baby girl. After the birth, there was a knock on the door of your house, you thought it was Simon, but there were four Russians in front of you. You were kidnapped and the Russian mafia asked for a trade. They wanted codes for the launch missiles in exchange for your and your child's life. The trade was denied and you and your child fell into the hands of the Russian mafia. Simon didn't come to save you. What was going to happen to you and your little girl?

Disclaimer - I do not own any Modern Warfare characters.

Word Count - 1.4K

Warnings ~ Guns, harassment, kidnapping, military, psychological violence, lots of drama and tears, reader is pregnant, fluff,

Warning 2 :English is not my native language; I write them by translating. So if I make mistakes, please forgive me. I hope you like the story.

Warning 3: I named my main character "Serafina" and characterized her as a writer. But it doesn't have to suit you; you can put yourself in its place and adapt it to yourself. I just did it to keep the flow and integrity of the story.

Previous episode:

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You put your hands on your 8 months pregnant belly; your little girl was quite active. You were looking at your little princess's room; you did everything yourself. You built it from the crib to the closet, and you even painted the wall where the crib is located pink. This really broke your heart. Simon should have been home by now. But he hadn't come, and he hadn't even sent word on top of it. When was the last time you spoke to him, four months ago? Five months ago? You didn't even remember that. You missed him so much, the way he wrapped his arms around you, the kisses he placed on your head, the compliments he gave you so much. You didn't know what happened to him, was he badly injured so he couldn't come home? Or is he dead? You started to tear up; no, if something had happened, Price would have told you that; you had a right to know. You looked over your shoulder with your teary eyes at the hallway and rooms of the house, Good God, the house looked as if it had been stripped of colour. It was like a black-and-white movie, but without even the white ones. Cold spirits roamed the walls. You needed to clear your head; this stress and sadness could hurt your baby. You started walking to the kitchen to get something to eat, and at that moment, the familiar melody of the phone came to your ear. You don't remember how you ran to your phone playing in the hall; you could even say you flew rather than running. That familiar number... Your heart was beating in your mouth as you picked up the phone, a million thoughts going through your mind per second.

- Simon,

+ Hey, his voice was pretty tired and exhausted.

- My love,

-.. no sound

- Simon, I beg you, talk to me.

+ I have no strength, what happened, was he injured?

- Are you hurt, my love? Tell me what's going on Simon. Your heart was squeezing,

+ I'm not injured, I'm just very tired. I .. I haven't slept in 4 days and I don't remember when I ate.

You couldn't hold back the tears and you felt a tummy ache, baby, just don't mind

- Where are you Simon,

+ away

- How far away, for God's sake, Simon

+ 1 ocean away, love. big fuck

- Please tell me you're with your team, tell me you're safe

+ yes, we are in the shelter, thank goodness,

- What about Simon, can you get out of there?

Your heart was aching and it was starting to hurt in your lower back and groin. You started having trouble standing.

+ Hey, hey, baby, we're getting out of here, okay? This is the safe zone

- you are lying, your voice is shaking.

+ I swear I'm not lying beautiful, I'm really fine and now I'm at a place to eat, but I wanted to call you first. I need your voice, I miss you so much love.

+ I missed you too, we missed you so much, simon. You no longer hide your cry. Simon could hear your sobs over the telephone.

- please don't cry, you know I can't stand it.

+ I can't stand it either, Simon. Your crying got even louder. Do you hear me Simon? I can't stand it, I need you here, less than a month into the birth and I'm not doing it alone. For eight months I did everything a baby needs, I even built that big damn crib and you know what? I waited alone in a doctor's chair for 3 hours for the results of the SMA test and I can't stand it anymore. I CAN NOT STAND.

You were crazy, in a word. It wasn't Simon's fault; he was a soldier and on duty. You had married him at the risk of all this and now you were making him feel guilty, which made you feel even worse. You just wanted to pour your heart out, you had no one to talk to all this time and you were about to go crazy. Your crying got louder and at that moment a great pain went into your stomach. Simon was freaking out on the other end of the phone when you fell to the ground screaming.

- SERAFINA... SERAFINA DO YOU HEAR ME? WHAT HAPPENED? DAMN WHAT HAPPENED? TALK TO ME DAMN TALK TO ME. Simon and the rest of the crew had taken refuge in a bunker after all the fighting in Las Almas. His ears were now sore from the sound of gunfire. He couldn't close his hands, every nerve cell in his body was frayed. He was barely holding on to himself. He couldn't even walk, he was rubbing his feet on the ground. Alejandro and Rodalfo said they would bring them food and told them to take a shower until they arrived. The rest of the team were instantly freed from their gear. All of them had major and minor injuries. So does Simon. He probably had already infected wounds on his back. But he didn't care. He should have talked to you first, home first. It's been a long time since I talked to you. Your voice was still in his ears. "We love you Simon" God. He would be a father. He was going to be the father of a little girl. His heart was burning at this thought. All this time, the only question on his mind was, "Can I be a good father? His throat burned when he dialled your number. A huge weight was lifted from his body when he heard your voice. He had gone to a very far place from the team. He didn't want anyone to hear and give him a pointed look. He just wanted to hear you. "Simon." Thank God. Simon couldn't speak, he couldn't make a sound. He missed you so much, he wanted to take you in his arms. He was very curious about your pregnancy. There was no compensation for this. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she couldn't cry. No, it's not under the mask. It was very special for Simon that you noticed his condition and worried about him. No one would worry about him. The more he talked to you, the more Simon's body relaxed and he sat down against the wall he had slumped in front of. He pulled his legs up and put his head in the middle of his knees Listen to you like this forever could eat. He could sense your voice trembling. He knew you, he knew you had tears in your eyes. And now Simon was out of breath when you started crying. “I can't stand Simon” you were crazy. Simon had nothing to say to that. She was mad at herself and should have retired the first time you told her you were pregnant. But he had gone after that mission, and now he had missed everything. And if things kept messing up like this, Simon would even miss the birth of his daughter. He couldn't allow this. He had a word for you. He would return home. Simon's heart was burning as your crying became more and more intense, and he stood up screaming when he screamed. The whole team turned to him at once, but he didn't care. Something had happened to his wife and he was not responding. In a short time, all kinds of thoughts came to Simon's mind. Did the birth start early? Or just a little gripe? Did you bleed? As the minutes passed and he didn't get a response from you, Simon was getting more and more mad. You knew his face was red under his mask, but you couldn't answer. You were bent over the floor, trying to grab onto the chair and get up, but the pain got bigger and bigger and you let out another scream. Simon had gone mad.

“Answer ,.. SERAFINA... ANSWER THIS FUCKING PHONE”. but you couldn't answer, you couldn't get up, it was hurting so much. You have never experienced this pain before. You didn't know how many minutes you were crouching under the seat, and you slowly brought the phone to your ear and called out to Simon.

-Hey,

-What happened, my love, what happened, Serafina. Simon sank slowly against the wall, tears in his eyes. If anything happened to you right now, he wouldn't be able to do anything. This fact engulfed the thorn ivy in his heart even more.

-It was pain. Just a small gripe, I think I pushed myself hard today.

-Forgive me darling.

-I love you Simon, please come back home now.

-I will be back my love, I will be back as soon as possible and we will hold our baby together. Okay?

- Promise, Simon.

-Promise darling. You will never be alone.

-We love you Simon.

Those were the last words Simon heard from you. He slowly hung up the phone and quickly went to the shower. He tore off his gear and dived under the water. Nobody around him cared. His eyes were on the ground when the water began to flow over him. The hot water touching his wounds hurt him, but it didn't matter, if there was warmer water, he would have washed with it and maybe a little bit of his sins. He looked at the water on the ground. Red filthy water was running out. Simon wanted his sins to go away like that, he wanted to return home a pure man. He slowly sank into the shower. His eyes were filled with tears again, his heart ached. How much more could he lose everything? He had lost his family. He had carried their pain for years. Then he recognized you. His shy girlfriend. He sobbed and laughed. You weren't shy when you first met, but when you came face to face with him again, your face was red with embarrassment and you forgot what to talk about with excitement. He missed every second he spent with you. Now instead of being in this shitty bathroom, he should be at home. “I even built that big damn cradle.” Simon should have done that and you should have sat and watched him. Maybe you could make him some tea for a break and give him a little kiss as you hand your glass. Simon sobbed again. “I waited alone in a doctor's chair for the results of the SMA test for 3 hours”. You didn't have the right to experience this. Simon stood up slowly but was still sobbing. He could not lose this family he had carefully built. It wouldn't happen this time. But he wasn't able to protect you yet, he couldn't do anything as you bent over at the slightest pain. With that thought in mind, Simon threw a quick punch at the shower tiles. His hand was cut off, but he didn't care. He began to watch the blood flowing. He needed to calm down. He needed to calm down, have a meeting with the team, and get out of here.

The rest of the team stared at Simon, who was talking on the phone. “Since when was that damn phone in his pocket?” Price had asked this out. The team looked at each other, but no one knew anything. “SERAFINA… SERAFINA DO YOU HEAR ME?” Serafina? It was a female name, was there someone in Simon's life? How long has it existed? Soap was slowly walking towards Simon, but Price had stopped him. He had shaken his head no. “Now is not the time.” While the team was trying to clean their own wounds, Simon still had their ears, and the last sentence they heard shocked them all, "We're going to hold our baby together. " Baby? wait.. it's a big fuck. Was Simon going to be a father? The team almost had a stroke. No one could speak properly. They had found the explanation for Simon's erratic and angry behavior. The "ghost" who could kill people with his bare hands was now becoming a father. Worry filled Price's heart. These men could not be fathers. What they saw was blood and brutality, what they heard was guns and screams. Being a father was for them a fruit they could not taste in this world. By the time Simon took a shower, Price had gathered the entire team into the common room. Simon needed some alone time.

That was the last phone call you had with Simon. He promised, he would come. But he didn't come. You waited for him for three weeks. You waited for him with your eyes at the door. You didn't turn on the music, you didn't turn on the TV so you could hear him coming. But he didn't come. You were 9 months pregnant, now you were counting the days and your doctor told you to go to the hospital. “There is no one at home to help you, Serafina, you must be here for the birth so we can intervene immediately. “Your doctor was smiling gently at you, but you could see the pity in her eyes. You agreed, you had nothing else to do. You were miles away from your family and besides, who would come to take care of you? You didn't have any friends or family here either. You only knew a few neighbors. You slowly took your hospital bag on your shoulders and walked out the door. You took one last look at your house. Faded. "Please come home, Simon," you begged. You made your way to the hospital with your tears. That's not what you dreamed of. Never.

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highwayphantoms · 1 year

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happy dadwc jay!! I see Cullen & Hawke on your prompt list👀 how about those two with "the funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective"?

I didn't intentionally fill two of your prompts this week but that sure seems to be what has happened. 😂 for @dadrunkwriting

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“Go,” Meredith ordered, without sparing her a single glance. “I believe Knight-Captain Cullen has work for you.”

To the Void with the consequences. In response, Serafina spat on the floor and sneered, “I don’t work for you.”

“No?” The Knight-Commander still didn’t deign to lift her eyes from the papers on her desk, though the pen in her hand stilled. “Need I remind you of our agreement, Serah Hawke?”

Lips pressed tightly shut, she exhaled slowly, willing herself to stay calm. Then, in the most level voice she could manage, she replied, “No.”

“Good. Get out of my office before you bleed on my floor.”

As if Meredith cleaned her own floors. Serafina glowered at the woman for a moment longer, then turned on her heel and stalked out, studiously pretending she wasn’t limping. This hadn’t been one of the worst trips to the Gallows, but it certainly ranked up there. It was a good month if the worst she got were jeers and insults, but it had been a while since she’d managed to leave without at least a few bruises.

Still, if letting templars throw a few punches was all it took to keep them away from Anders, she would pay that price indefinitely. There were worse things, and she could patch herself up well enough to hide the truth. Varric had always seen right through her, but at least he’d kept his mouth shut. At least so far.

She made it to the end of the hall, where it turned towards the entry hall, before her vision started to compress and lose color, forcing her to stop and lean against the wall. She’d spent years as a mercenary in Kirkwall. She was intimately familiar with the effects of blood loss.

Healing magic had never, ever been her strong point, but she’d learned enough by now to stave off the worst.

She was halfway through casting when an unpleasantly familiar voice said her name. With an irritated sound, Serafina twisted her wrist to hold the magic in place, and looked up to glare at Cullen. “I am sure whatever you want can wait until I’m done.”

He frowned back at her, with an expression she couldn’t quite read. “Done doing what, exactly?”

Serafina blinked, momentarily baffled. It wasn’t as if she was trying to hide that she was using magic in the heart of the Gallows. Why bother, when the whole city knew she was a mage? “Do you want me to bleed to death here, of all places?”

His turn to look baffled, but only briefly before he smoothed his expression back out. Meredith’s influence, she suspected. The woman only seemed to have two emotions: “you are beneath me” and “I want you dead”. Usually both, simultaneously. After a few seconds, Cullen said in a low voice, “Tell me who’s responsible.”

She snorted. “Do you really think I’m going to believe that you don’t know?”

“Hawke—”

“You see, Knight-Captain,” she sneered, returning her attention to healing herself, “the funny thing about having faced imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective. You don’t even think I’m a person.” Where Anders’ magic felt warm and soothing, her own felt like lightning under her skin, but it did the job. Already, the pain in her side was beginning to lift. She’d be sore for a week or two, but not dead. Serafina straightened and rolled her shoulders, then said coolly, “I’m a monster on a leash, as far as any of you are concerned. So be it, but don’t insult me by pretending you give a shit.”

To his credit, he at least looked mildly embarrassed. “I… apologize,” he said.

“You’re not forgiven. Tell me whatever the fuck you wanted me to do, so I can go lick my wounds, would you?”

To her surprise, he shook his head. “It’s not important.”

“It never is,” she said dryly. “What is it this time? Some of your men need to be dragged out of a bar kicking and screaming? Someone in the city saw something they shouldn’t have?”

“No. There have been whispers about a mage child in Hightown. The city is… volatile. I don’t want to make things worse.”

She shook her head. “Not in a million years, Cullen.”

“I’m not—” He sighed, and rubbed at his temples. “I don’t want you to bring the child here. Just… keep an eye on the family.”

Serafina stared blankly at him for a long moment. “No, hold on. You don’t want this kid dragged to the Gallows? Who are you, and what the fuck did you do with Cullen?”

“Hawke,” he said flatly, “I have enough blood on my hands as it is, and bigger concerns. I trust that you can handle this and keep it quiet.”

“Who else knows?”

He shook his head. “Your brother brought this directly to me.”

She thinned her lips, considering. “Fine. Just know that you’ll have to go through me if you change your mind and want this kid in the Circle.”

“Understood.”

“Good.” She pushed herself away from the wall, leaning a bit more heavily on her staff than she would like. “See you next month.”

If there is a next month. She wonders, sometimes.

#dragon age #da fic #jay writes #dadwc #serafina hawke

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bigcirclenews · 23 years

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Between the Stork and Mortimer’s, Baby Café Society Packs Serafina

Mike Ghadamian is a regular at Serafina, an Italian restaurant on Madison Avenue at 79th Street. Sitting at a candlelit

Mike Ghadamian is a regular at Serafina, an Italian restaurant on Madison Avenue at 79th Street. Sitting at a candlelit table on a recent Friday evening, he took a sip of his complimentary drink and pointed to the table behind him.

“See that table?” he said in a raspy voice. “That’s table No. 50. That’s our table.” A waiter stopped to pat his back. “They know me very well here,” Mr. Ghadamian told a guest. He ordered “the usual,” penne alla vodka. “I haven’t changed my dish in months,” he said.

He smiled, revealing a mouth full of braces. Mike Ghadamian is 15. His complimentary drink: a Diet Coke.

Over the past two years, Serafina has served as a kind of dining club for the youth of the Upper East Side. On weekend nights between 7 and 10 p.m., the top floor of the bi-level restaurant–a pretty room with a brick floor, wicker chairs and a canvas roof that can be removed in the summer–fills up with pink-cheeked teenage Manhattanites chowing down on chicken paillard and $15 brick-oven pizzas as they make their plans for the latter part of the evening. Unlike their suburban counterparts, who make do with burgers and fries at McDonald’s, they aren’t fazed by Serafina’s $15 minimum food charge. “They all have mom and dad’s gold card,” said the restaurant’s general manager.

“It’s probably one of the more expensive places I go,” said Alison Goldfrank, a freshly scrubbed blond freshman at the Spence School. “But the food is amazing, so the prices are reasonable for food that great.”

“It’s a social place, and it’s nice,” said Jessica Haber, a freshman at Horace Mann School, who said she eats at Serafina almost every weekend. “It’s a bit pricey, but the food is really good,”

“The inside is cool and the food is awesome,” said Olivia Palermo, a freshman at St. Luke’s who used to go to Nightingale. “I go there maybe three times a month, and I usually see like five people I know.”

As he tucked into his penne, Mike Ghadamian looked happy. He’d had to go to a Shabbat family dinner at his grandmother’s house before he was released to go to his favorite restaurant.

At about 7:15 p.m., a redheaded 15-year-old boy, dressed in a baggy sweater and loose jeans, sat down with his older sister, a strawberry blonde wearing a gray shirt tucked into slim-fitting jeans. She looked at the menu while he talked on his cell phone. A few minutes later, two 16-year-old boys wearing baggy jeans and large sweatshirts arrived, high-fived the redheaded kid, then sat at their own table nearby. Three young women with long, straight hair came in and began self-consciously smoking cigarettes. By 8 p.m., two thirds of the room was filled with Upper East Side teens.

“Here’s how it works,” said one sophomore from Collegiate School. “We go with a big group of friends, everybody takes out their cell phones and puts them on the table, then we get a phone book and figure out where we’re going that night.”

“I always go with big groups,” said a blond, ponytailed freshman from the Dalton School. “And they yell at us because we all share plates and it’s really confusing.”

“You can always tell the high-schoolers because they travel in packs,” said Shalonda Harris, one of Serafina’s night managers. She said that nine times out of 10, she directs the teenagers to the top floor.

“I’m pretty sure they reserve the top floor for teens,” said Ms. Goldfrank, “because whenever I go with my dad, we sit on the first floor.”

The favorite menu item of most of the teens is Penne Alla Stolichnaya. Which brings up the question: If they like vodka in their pasta, are they getting away with ordering it in their drinks?

The general manager said the restaurant is strict about making sure that they only serve those with proper identification.

“They do ask for ID, but a lot of my friends have fake ones and they get served all the time,” claimed one freshman.

“Oh, they never serve us alcohol,” said Mr. Ghadamian.

“Of course not,” added his friend Steven Chase, a sophomore at the Horace Mann School.

The staff doesn’t seem to mind the teen explosion.

“So far they have never been a problem,” said Abul Waliullah, who has been waiting tables at Serafina for four years. “They’re really nice and they tip O.K.”

Mike Ghadamian finished his penne and wiped his mouth. “I get treated like a king here,” he said. “I didn’t even order these Cokes.”

N.Y.’s

Manhattan’s pampered young males are in a panic. They may have money, they may have love, but they have no Kiehl’s.

For several weeks now, well-scrubbed young men in New York City have been cursing the mysterious disappearance of Kiehl’s Ultimate Men’s After Shave Moisturizer, the cultishly popular yellow, odorless facial lotion made by the venerable cosmetics manufacturer (established 1851).

“Of course I know about it [the Kiehl’s shortage]!” said a 32-year-old Manhattan attorney who, after confessing to keeping an “arsenal” of Kiehl’s products, asked that his name not be used. “It kills me!”

A Kiehl’s spokesperson confirmed the after-shave shortage, describing it as national. “We’ve been out of stock for six weeks,” she said. “We have requests daily for it.”

Face-Men Frenzy

Manhattan’s pampered young males are in a panic. They may have money, they may have love, but they have no Kiehl’s.

A Kiehl’s spokesperson confirmed the after-shave shortage, describing it as national. “We’ve been out of stock for six weeks,” she said. “We have requests daily for it.”

The spokesperson said the shortage was the result of the demand for the after-shave outstripping its production. She estimated that it would be back on shelves in New York by March 1.

But that is small consolation for the legions of New York men who–following years of post-pubescent, Aqua Velva agony–had finally settled upon a lotion for life.

“I love it!” publicist Jake Spitz, 26, said of the after-shave, which retails at $13.50 for four ounces and $20.50 for eight ounces. “It’s the first product I put on my face that worked.”

Mr. Spitz said he had recently tried to pick up some Kiehl’s after-shave as a 26th-birthday gift for his friend, the restaurant-guide scion Ted Zagat, but couldn’t find it anywhere. (Kiehl’s rations out its products to its own shop on Third Avenue and 13th Street, and to department stores like Barneys, Saks and Nieman Marcus.) He was forced to settle for other Kiehlsphernalia.

But other Kiehl’s after-shave devotees refused to take no for an answer. “I heard rumors that there was some being held under the counter at Barneys–if you know the right people,” said Boykin Curry, a 35-year-old investor. Alas, a reporter who checked that story out the next day was told firmly that no, the store had no more Kiehl’s.

–Deborah Schoeneman

Flash Fame

My girlfriend Rachel is one of those people who reads magazine listings, even though, to be honest, we hardly ever go anywhere. That explains how she found our photograph one night while flipping through the front pages of the Feb. 5 issue of The New Yorker .

We were on page 17. The photograph, by a man named Gus Powell, captured a crowded midday scene in front of the Amoco gas station at the busy northwest corner of Broadway and Houston Street. At the center was a lanky young black man surveying the intersection from his perch atop of a pair of pay telephones. Above him, on a billboard to his right, was a giant, shirtless, hairless Calvin Klein model.

I appeared in the foreground of the picture’s left side, looking upward with my left hand cupped over my eyes. Unshaven and wearing a hat advertising the then-hip, now-defunct Internet company Pseudo.com, I looked a tad haggard. Rachel, clad in overalls, was walking to my left, looking off in another direction.

“At first I just thought, ‘Hey, that blond woman looks a lot like me,'” Rachel said, “‘but she’s way too skinny.’ Then I thought, ‘That is me.’ A while later, I noticed you.”

“We’re famous,” I said.

“No,” Rachel replied. “We’re art.”

Everyone had their own take on the photograph. Rachel’s boss wanted to know what she was doing downtown at lunch. Rachel’s aunt, from Utah, had a practical take: “Wow–look at those gas prices!” she said. My dad e-mailed, comparing my physique unfavorably to the Calvin Klein model’s. (“Maybe the photographer was going for a

juxtaposition,” another person offered.)

These reconstructions were as good as ours: Try as we might, neither Rachel nor I could remember the moment at all.

When I met Gus Powell at the Ariel Meyerowitz Gallery in Soho, he understood our confusion immediately. “Kind of a Rashomon thing?” he said.

Mr. Powell was 6 feet 5 inches tall, lanky and 26, the same age as me. He looked like Milhouse van Houten from The Simpsons grown up: floppy hair, round glasses and a cashmere V-neck sweater-vest.

He grew up on East 58th Street and works as a freelance photo editor at The New Yorker (a -ha !). He said he takes most of his photographs while wandering around the city on his lunch break. (Hence the title of his series, “Lunch Pictures.”)

“You always find something that’s this ridiculous New York thing,” Mr. Powell explained. This time he was attracted to the man perched on the phone booths. Mr. Powell said he stood on the curb and began snapping pictures. “The thing that I always love is, some people check him out and some people don’t. Like, your girlfriend is checking him out.”

Mr. Powell continued: “For me the payoff is, when I’m walking and I see something remarkable, I don’t want to just nail the remarkable thing. I want to keep it in context … so then you become just as interesting. Because you help. You made the picture much better.”

I looked down at my shoes. “Well, thank you very much.”

On the way in, I had noticed that someone had already bought the photograph for $600. Apparently, that’s what being published in a major magazine can do.

This weekend, Rachel and I have a project: We’re cutting out page 17, framing it and hanging it in our bathroom.

#news #world #viral #breaking news #viralpost

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Speak Now [Taylor Swift]

Okay this has been 75% completed in my inbox long enough so I'm not doing the vault tracks as initially planned but! Just lmk if you do wanna see the vaults

also I am apparently so attached to assigning Enchanted to ships I should just do an edit series for couples. And Innocent was so hard to assign

Mine ; Thomas Mayfair (with Brady Mariano @randomestfandoms-ocs ), Ashton Daniels (with Blaine Anderson), Emmeline Fitzherbert (with Mal), Cassidy Fuchs (with Grace Chasity)

Sparks Fly ; Ruby Fitzherbert (with Evie), Natalia Finch (with Obie Bergmann)

Back To December ; Ashton Daniels (with Sam Evans), Sebastian Van Wyck (with Henry, pre-RWRB), Katherine Keller (young with FP Jones)

Speak Now ; Tiffany Holloway (with Max Jägerman), Jasmine Teller (with Jess Mariano), Robin Davidson (with Betsy McDonough), Theodosia Fortescue (with Colin Bridgerton), Sampson Lockhart (with Arabella Kingsley)

Dear John ; Belladonna Callow (with Malachi), Gabriel Legume (with the unnamed ex), Genevieve Sterling (with Hiram Lodge)

Mean ; Felicity Moore, Cassidy Fuchs, CJ Kelly

The Story Of Us ; Genevieve Sterling (with Hiram Lodge), Steve Schuester (with Jesse St James), Serafina Hollander (with Tristan Dugray), Solana Reed (with Val), Carrie Ryan (with Noah Puckerman)

Never Grow Up ; Chloe Brown (with Eloise Sol @randomestfandoms-ocs ), Lottie Tyler (with Rose Tyler), Silas Green (with Hannah Foster)

Enchanted ; Leticia Beaumont (with Colin Bridgerton), Arabella Kingsley (with Sampson Lockhart), Calliope Angelos (with Nora Holleran), Kendall Frost (with Beatrice Mountchristen-Windsor), Cassie Rose (with Annabeth Chase), Vincent James (with Jenny Banks), Tamora Snow (with Lucy Gray Baird), Charles Pond (with Clara Oswald), Odelia Roth (with David Nolan & Odessa Pavlova)

Better Than Revenge ; Gabriel Legume (with Ben, Audrey's POV), Delilah Curdle (@ Betty Cooper), Catalina Cabrera (with Dan Humphrey, Serena's POV), Carrie Ryan (honestly this is just Rachel @ Carrie for all of their shared boyfriends)

Innocent ; Chloe Brown, Ginevra Gothel

Haunted ; Carrie Ryan (with Noah Puckerman), Steve Schuester (with Jesse St James), Wrenley Daring (with Jay), Gabriel Legume (with Harry Hook), Victor Chase (with Billy Loomis), Lorelai Cooper (with Chuck Clayton)

Last Kiss ; Steve Schuester (with Jesse St James), Carrie Ryan (with Sam Evans), Ashton Daniels (with Sam Evans), Thomas Mayfair (with Lane Kim), Tiffany Holloway (with Max Jägerman in most timelines), Catalina Cabrera (with Nate Archibald)

Long Live ; Sage Rowe, Nathan Price, Ashton Daniels, Carrie Ryan, Silas Green, Cassidy Fuchs, Ivy Perkins, Abigail James, Felicity Moore, Zeke Beiste

Ours ; Arabella Kingsley (with Sampson Lockhart), Karina Jimenez (with Brittany Pierce), Felix Dosier (with Finn Hudson), Ashton Daniels (with Blaine Anderson), Gabriel Legume (with Ben), Theo Gleason (with Jess Mariano)

Superman ; Carrie Ryan (with Jesse St James), Silas Green (with Lex Foster), Sebastian Van Wyck (with Henry Hanover-Stuart-Fox, pre RWRB), Katherine Keller (with FP Jones), Madeline Stevens (with Frank Delfino)

Send me an album and, if I know the artist, I will try to associate to every song an oc/ship/crossover

#answered #ginevrastilinski #album association game #I'm tagging everyone later

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The Week Ahead 12/4-12/10

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niymue · 2 years

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after the vibes seemed to change between them she tried having her first kiss with him, and he slapped her face away. poor girl can’t catch a break 😞

#he had been flirting with her ALL NIGHT I COULDNT BELIEVE #I WAS LIKE CMON COMING OF AGE MOVIE LOVE STORY #NOT ON JAYDENS WATCH IG #the sims #sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 hsy #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #thegoths #goth 1 #serafina #jayden price

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ginnyicyidragon · 3 years

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Posted on my DeviantART page. I’d drew Serafina and Peter in their Phantom Thieves attires.

My Other Blog(s)

@icipersona5-pricefamily (My Persona 5 blog, not very activated, but sometimes it is) @iciwelcome-home (my latest blog for Welcome Home fandom)

Also... no bots allow. All the likes are (nsfw) bots nor who’s blog is nsfw (will be BLOCK), so stop it.

#deviantart #icyi #my artwork #ICi Art #link #serafina price #peter price #phantom thieves oc #phantom thieves #persona 5 #Persona 5:Strikers #persona 5 scramble #p5 #p5s #Fanart #will delete soon since who would give a crap about my artwork =w=#persona 5 ocs #persona 5 oc

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icipersona5-pricefamily · 3 years

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Name: Serafina Price

Known As: Shy Girl, Sera (nickname from friends and family), Tanuki (a tease name, by I wonder who~)

Codename: Illusion

First Appearance: Persona 5

Affiliation: Phantom Thieves of Hearts, Light Thieves (Only in RP with my friends)

School: Shujin Academy (Transfer, she really did)

Country: USA (formerly), Japan

Date of Birth: February 14

Age: 16 - 17 (17 in P5S)

Ht: 5′1″

Cell Phone Color: Bronze

Melee Weapon: Push Daggers

Ranged Weapon: Hand gun

Arcana: The Key (I made that up; Originally Sky, but I’d change it)

Persona: Virtue Tanuki, Bao-Ki Red Panda

Love Interest: Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya/The protagonist. (Shh! She like mysterious guys, okay?)

Personalty: Quiet, shy (at first meeting), nice, caring (towards her friends and family), willing to protect her allies, innocent (mainly about adult/dirty jokes), smart, sly (as a thief)

Talents: She happens to bake, can find hidden objects/maps (as a thief)

Weakness: Her friends safeties, coffee, (especially rich and exotic kind), Ren’s smile/smirk

Family: Unnamed mom (decease), Unnamed Dad (decease), Peter Price (Uncle)

Extra Facts: She happens to be contact by someone (😉) from the Velvet Room to free prisoners (Phantom Thieves) from the cells. Her mask has lens of where her eyes are since she can’t see well without her glasses.

TRIVIA

1. She was gonna just be born in Italy

2. She originally had an ex boyfriend who would be the killer, but that drop

3. Serafina was gonna be Sera at first

4. She was gonna be a daughter of a cop

This was also posted on my first blog GinnyIcyiDragon and my DeviantART page Icyi

Persona 5 belongs to Altus

Serafina, Peter (mentioned), Art belongs to me

#Serafina Price #persona 5 #persona 5 oc #persona 5 scramble #persona 5: strikers #p5 #p5s #fanart #ICi Art #posted on my first blog

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I can feel my pupils opening and my gaze softening when I look at him. Every time. From the day I first met him, my heart has twinged at every shared glance.

Erika Price, I Am Asexual And Here’s What Sex Feels Like For Me in the Huffington Post on 20 March 2017 (SOURCE)

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Marinette's Haunted doll

Not Halloween yet but i just thought of a killer ML SALT Fic au idea.

One of Marinette’s distance relatives dies and in their will they leave Marinette a antique porcelain victorian doll. Its covered in cobwebs, the dress is tattered and covered in dust. A shoe is missing, and the thing's hat looks like someone spilt... red "paint" on it?

it's beyond creepy and looks straight out of a horror movie. The letter from her relative swore it was haunted and cursed. The line "If I'm dead, Serafina killed me..." had caused Marinette to scoff.

Its clear to Marinette that no one has touched the poor thing in years. It just needs a little love and care. Marinette didn’t know why but she got the feeling the doll was lonely.

Marinette fixes the doll, makes it a new outfit, sits it next to her computer, and makes Serafina into a minature model. She treats her with kindness and love.

Afterall a relative cared enough to give Marinette the doll and invent some fantastical story just so the Marinette would like it. That meant a lot to her.

By the time Marinette was done, Serafina went from a ripoff of Annabelle to...

Marinette was quite proud of her work. And she no longer felt like Serafina was lonely anymore.

Unbeknownst to Marinette, the doll is classically horror movie haunted. Its been bounced around for decades from one victim to the next. Each one meeting unsettling ends.

This time it was different though.

Marinette was... different than the others, Serafina realized. She wasn’t afraid of her. She didn’t scorn Serafina's appearance or hide her away where no one could see her. She wasn't greedy and didn't immediately try to sell her for the best price. Marinettw was nothing like Serafina's previous owners/victims.

No, the girl was kind. She made Serafina feel loved.

Marinette was her friend. Serafina was happy in her new home. No one needed to die here.

And it stayed that way. Everyone happy. Even when Marinette got too old for dolls. Serafina still sat in the place of honor in her room. She was Marinette’s first and favorite mannequin. (And how Marinette got into selling doll clothes on line for extra cash).

Serafina was watched as Marinette went from child to teen. From shy girl to a fearless superhero. She even made friends with the little god that came to live with Marinette. a

And Tikki despite sensing the Darkness in Serafina, wisely remained silent.

All was at peace.

Until the day Marinette came storming into her room one day complaining about a girl named Lila.

Things kept getting worse from there. The light that always surrounded Marinette dimmed a bit. More than a few times did Marinette cry to Tikki about it but then swore she could handle it.

Serafina knew it all.

How Lila lied.

How Adrien told her to keep quiet.

How nearly all of Marinette’s friends turned against her, bullied her, ostracized her.

How bustier and Damocles did nothing about it. Even made Marinette out to be the problem.

On top of that, Marinette had to deal with school, her budding designer career, and being a Superhero.

One day Marinette comes home her newly designed dress ruined, her make-up smeared, and her hair partially covered in paint or ink and she looks so done with the world. For the first time in years Marinette cries herself to sleep.

...Serafina has had enough. If Marinette won't doing anything about then she will.

She'll make Marinette’s tormentors pay.

And when she's done, Serafina will go for Hawkmoth next

...

Anyone can do the Au, just tag me.

@virgil-is-a-cutie @vixen-uchiha @miraculous-of-salt

#ml salt #ml fic #marinette deserves better #marinette dupain cheng #class salt #lila salt

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