so if angel vessels are tied to bloodlines…
and sam is lucifer's perfect vessel, and dean is micheal's…
and their ancestors were bred specifically to perfect them over time…
and john was able to hold michael fairly easily…
…does that mean mary would have been a good vessel for lucifer?
JFC WRITERS WHY DID WE NOT GET LUCIFER-POSSESSED MARY???
can you imagine what that would have done to her? can you imagine what that would have done to sam??
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omegaverse hot takes
You cowards. You fools. Make trans dynamic omegaverse characters. Do it. Do it now.
"why do they have A/B/O ranks anyway it's been disproven-" gender is messy already buckeroo. S already made up. Also if in your universe A/B/O folk live with "normal" people then s prolly safe to say they picked it up from them the same way they would anything else
OMEGAVERSE CAN BE SFW I'm cryimg I'm shaking I'm taking you by the shoulders here and sobbing.
Omegaverse isn't a genre it's a setting/worldtype. You can have dystopian horror omegaverse. Romance omegaverse. Adventure or fuckin cooking show shonen omegaverse if you want to. You can do anything. WE CAN DO ANYTHING LET'S GET CRAZY GET STUPID
Biology and gender are separate anyway so like...having cis male omegas who give birth is fine. Chill outt girliepop
If you write beta/omega, beta/alpha, alpha/alpha or omega/omega pairings I am so greatful for your service. Keep doing God's work she's so proud of you
GENDER NONCONFORMING A/B/O. YES. YESYESYES
Omega women aren't just "regular women" and Alpha men aren't just "regular men" let's get SPICY y'all let's get CREATIVE let's get EXPRESSIVE let's allow ourselves to explore the omegaverse space outside of how it affects male omegas, female alphas, and they're SOs. Let's flip the tables, let's get things WILD. You as an author have so much room to play here!!! Play!!!
Similarly if you like to write about healthcare or politics/rights movements or how specific jobs and fields work and general life stuff in a/b/o I am so happy
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Y'all im really here for all the Protective Caretaker Squad but i really wanted to see some protective whumpers
Whumper who doesn't think that what they do is wrong or hurtful at all and when someone else tries to hurt Whumlee they are baffled. Infuriated
Owner Whumper who doesn't allow anyone to as much as look at Whumpee the wrong way and will threaten anyone who does
Whumpers who threatens people and stay true to their threats
Reluctant Whumper who already hates when it's their fault Whumpee gets hurt, and when it's someone else they simply won't allow it.
Carewhumpers.
Powerful Whumper who has a feeling of ownership towards Whumpee, and nobody damages their property
Whumper who only hurts their Guard Dog Whumpee for training or sometimes a punishment and when someone else hurts them? Even if it's in a mission or something? They give Whumpee permission to destroy them.
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My Queen
Space Riders AU - @onyxonline
Eve Ewe - @lavendersartistry
Gilded - @qxurugosk
This fic is for onyxonline's Space Riders AU, this time with a alternate reality in the mix! This fic is mainly centered around Quru's cultist OC Gilded and my OC, Eve Ewe! Please check Onyx and Quru out, their work is super cool!
Do note that this is non-canon to Eve's story in Space Riders, a "what-if" timeline! Want more context? Here!
"If I go with you, I betray my family, my friends... my home.."
Eve shifted uncomfortably in her father's throne, her glare at the cultist softening as she looked down. They were correct, she was holding back what she was. But it was never her fault.
Gilded simply chuckled, stepping closer to the princess.
"Yes, I am afraid that is true. But would you rather waste away, not knowing what you could truly be? Never living the freedom you so desire?"
They stepped closer to the throne, more close to the princess. A tempting aura fills the room as they gently lift her chin for her to face their mask.
"I can give you that, your freedom. If only you would let me in, I will ensure that your home and your family would be safe."
Despite fearing the outcomes, Eve lightly blushed at the cultist's gesture. The Prototype is the enemy, this cultist is the enemy. She can't betray those she loves.
But... her freedom, the ability to be herself and still be a queen. No longer to be chained by the words and orders of that pathetic elderly council.
If she was going to play their game, she had to be smart.
"I will join you. But on one condition only. No red smoke, let me be a queen and follow your god as myself, not someone addicted to a gas that will make me lose my mind."
Gilded softly tuts, impressed by her. They let go of her face and step back. They bow before her.
"Consider it done, my queen."
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"My queen? You seem upset. It's unlike you, for your beauty to wrinkle like this."
Eve, dressed in dark red, calmly turned with a sigh. She was lost in thought, lost in the memories of the past.
"Gilded... if I had said no to you, said no to my life... what would become of me?"
The cultist walked closer and draped a cloak over Eve.
"Well, you would rot away on that throne to be what that council wanted you to be. Along with that, your freedom and your choice would be forgotten."
Gilded tilted her head, just like they did in the past, looking down at Eve's ocean eyes.
"But I saved you, you're free now. And you're a gorgeous queen."
They softly touched Eve's hair, letting it fall from their hands. Eve watched closely, then looked back up at Gilded.
"You're right... I-I'm free, I'm myself now. How can I repay you after so long?"
Gilded simply chuckled and gently held her hand to their masked face, the white eye of their mask looking down at Eve's eyes.
"All you may do is allow me to call you my queen."
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