angel bows

some fav moments from Fëanor
  • doesn’t like the name his wife gives their son, Umbarto, pretends to mishear it and calls him Ambarto instead
  • starts a linguistics war
  • invents the internet
  • has the power to revive the holy light of heaven, doesn’t
  • keeps the holy light in his basement instead
  • MELKOR HIMSELF, Actually Satan and most powerful being in the entire world, comes to his house, Fëanor calls him a “jail-crow of Mandos” and slams the door in his face
  • an angel comes to stop him from rebelling against heaven, Fëanor gives such a rousing speech that the angel bows, says ok and leaves
  • sets his youngest son on fire
  • fights all the Balrogs by himself
  • corpse explodes out of sheer rage

Do not attempt to intimidate me.
My teeth are sharp. Divinity burns in my veins and holy scripture echoes in my throat.
I watched your creation.
I saw the beginning.

I am gentle by nature.
I am full of love, and it is freely given.

But make no mistake,
angels are weaponized light, given dangerous form.
And there is much of me that remembers.

[9]

FLYING BOOKS YOU GUYS

FLYING BOOKS AND GIANT MYTHICAL STATUES THAT (KIND OF LOOK A LITTLE TOO SIMILAR TO THE ONE THAT KILLED KUROGANE’S DAD BUT LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT THAT IT NEVER HAPPENED OK)

Also I love the fact that

1)      Syaoran is both ready and immediately willing to break the law to get the feather

2)      And like. LIBRARY laws.

3)      From SYAORAN.

4)      And Mokona actually goes through the effort of explain the deception to Sakura JUST IN CASE SHE DIDN’T GET IT. And I don’t know if this means Sakura is just so pure she wouldn’t realise it was a lie (which is true) or Mokona is just ridiculously proud of Syaoran for succumbing to her brand of chaos (which is also true).

5)      Also is that Kaede?

The Facts

Request: “Could you please do a supernatural Castiel x reader. Where castiel is acting strangely and after a awkward conversation with the angel, Sam works out he is in love with reader. Dean and Sam encourage Cas to tell her. She is shocked but overjoyed. Thanks love your writing”

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1682

Warnings: None

Originally posted by teamfreewill-imagine


The sun rays flickered through the line of trees, the Impala’s roaring engine becoming more comforting as you became accustomed to it. The wind blew your hair in every direction, twisting it into tendrils that flew in the air, flicking your face with tiny stings that made you giggle. Castiel watched you smile to yourself, your hand hanging out of the window, your fingers stretching through the fast airstream that passed over the car going about 100 miles per hour.

Cas started going over the little facts he knew, trying to distract him from the blissful scene that took place right beside him. Again, the car was going about 100 miles per hour. 103 to be exact. It was 3:52pm, and your moving bodies were travelling along the Mayfair highway in Arkansas, at this second to be at a latitude of 35.2010 degrees North, and a longitude of 91.8318 degrees West. In about 4 minutes and 23 seconds it would start to rain, but would only spit down for 54 seconds before the small cloud evaporated and the sun reined the skies once more.

He recalled these facts with ease, his angel capabilities aiding him with a limitless supply of useless knowledge. But there was one fact he couldn’t push from his mind, no matter how many others he tried to pull over the top of it.

It was the fact that he was in love with you.

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What do you think the Devil did,
after he fell from Heaven?

Did he curse the Lord's’s name,
He most beloved by Lucifer above all others?
Did he nurse his wounded Pride with poison and fire,
to further stoke the furnace of his Wrath?

Did he vow revenge against all of Creation, and Man most of all,
to whom God’s finest angel was expected to bow?
Did he take joy in depriving them of Heaven’s light,
to suffer with him in the cold Darkness, abandoned?

I believe he did all of these things –
but first, I believe he wept.

He cried - not as the Devil, but as a son;
as a child cast out of home,
while his Father called it Love.
—  he lost so much more than paradise | m.a.w

AU where Even is a 24-year-old who is currently unemployed and stays mostly in his apartment and starts ordering the most random stuff from some Home Shopping Network and the delivery boy that he gets is this cute, blonde cupid bowed angel named Isak. Instantly, Even gets obsessed with ordering more stuff (surely for these interesting things, only) and so he orders the weirdest most embarassing shit so when Isak reads it out loud on his delivery document thingy, he blushes the most beautiful color ever or just scrunches up his nose in confusion and Even only winks at him. One time he opens the door only a towel around his waist with a flirty ‘wow, you’re so fast, Isak?!  So thankful that YOU’RE my boy. Oh, I mean, delivery boy’ just to see Isak try to look anywhere but at Even’s naked chest and choke out a squeaky ‘thank you!’ while Even makes an internal dance over the beautiful crimson color on Isak’s face (again). Later on, Even starts throwing the worst pick-up lines as Isak becomes more comfortable with him and just groans longer with each pick-up line of the day. They get to know each other more, talking a little after every delivery and Even loves it (because Isak is just SO INTERESTING? AND SMART? AND BASICALLY EVERYTHING THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IN THIS WORLD?) but he also gets super frustrated at how Isak sometimes brushes off those clearly awesome lines as a joke or thinks that Even is just being friendly and funny and so one day, he opens the door and Isak just has those doe eyes that make Even melt and that shy smile, and the sun is hitting Isak’s golden curls just right and he is in a white shirt that just looks so good on him and he mutters a breathy ‘hi Even’ as he casts his eyes down and starts repeating his usual mantra ‘I’m here to deliver your…’ and Even can’t take it so he just yells out ‘GO OUT WITH ME DAMMIT’ and Isak opens and closes his mouth like a fish for the whole 15 seconds and says ‘umm…okay?’ really unsurely but still with a shy smile on his face and Even can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed for losing his chill because HE. GOT. THE. DATE.

safer. (part 1)

Originally posted by wonhontology

» bodyguard!wonho x princess!reader
» ROYALS!AU; slight angst
» 3.908 words
» summary: after an attack to your father’s life, he decides to assign you a personal bodyguard. and while you don’t like it one bit, you can’t deny the fact that the man chosen to protect you is rather handsome .

a/n: i put it under a read more because it got quite long, lmao. i’m actually quite nervous about this so i hope you all will enojy it!

prologue | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4


“I swear to God, [Y/N], I don’t know why you are complaining so much” Jennie whispered while leaning over her elbow. You rolled your eyes and ignored her, mechanically typing out the professors words without actually listening to them. It had been a month and half since the attack and Wonho had been spending every single day attached at your hip, following every single move you made like a hawk perched over your shoulder.

“He’s so hot” added Lisa on your other side, she glanced for a second over her shoulder where, in the back of the class, Wonho was standing, clad in his black suit. A dreamy sigh escaped her lips and you rolled your eyes “I swear, I’m going to ditch both of you if you don’t stop-”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, he’s like a god on earth” you buried your face in your hands and finally gave up taking notes, it was impossible to concentrate when Jennie and Lisa kept up with their excited whispers about how hot Wonho was and how much of a lucky bitch you were.

You, on the other hand, could only sigh. It was already difficult dealing with the fact that it was impossible to stay mad at Wonho, or even trying to treat him bad, without them reminding you just how dazzlingly handsome he was, a thing that made your stomach churn and your cheeks blush uncontrollably every time he smiled at you.

Wonho was nice, almost too nice, and so charming, with his gentle smile and boisterous laugh. But you really could not stand the fact that he had to follow you around, reminding everyone and you of your position, your title and all the obligations that came with it.

It was not a secret to those who knew you personally, that being the princess and the only heir to the throne was for you just as constricting as an actual cage. It had never really touched you during your childhood, some years you even had dreamed about being the next queen and ruling in a bright dress and high heels like your mother. But everything had started to change during high school, when your own aspirations had started to emerge and build, making you see a different future for you outside of the palace’s shiny walls. Attending dinners and meetings, dressing properly, behaving, even your own room had slowly started to make your skin hitch. You could not stand the halls full of paintings, the corridors and the armors, the thick curtains and the Arabic carpets.

Your parents had never really forbid you anything and it had probably been partly their fault if, now that you were older, you did not want to attend political events and avoided the subject of getting married to a nice duke. But you could read it on their expressions that they were not happy and were expecting you to get on the right track, sooner or later.

And despite looking like an actual angel, Wonho was just a constant reminder of that part of your life, a sign that linked you indissolubly to the throne and the crown, something that you wanted to ignore as long as you could.

Shuffling of papers and chatting filled the class and you snapped out of your thoughts. Your eyes wandered among the faces of students, stealing glances at you, whispering behind hands and looking at you with widened eyes. There had always been people looking, people trying to be friends with you or just hoping to get a little conversation going with the princess, but those things had became much more rare when people had started to get accustomed to your presence. However, after the attack, the whispering and ogling came back, more marked, if anything. It was almost like that simple even had struck their mind, reminding them that, in fact, you were part of an elite, of the people that ruled their nation.

And you hated it.

You shut your laptop closed and stalked out of the room, Jennie and Lisa right behind you. A few steps back was marching Wonho and the other two guards that were part of your outside escort, Shownu and Jooheon. People parted in the hallways when you passed, a glint of fear in their eyes, of you or your guards, you didn’t know. And while Jennie and Lisa really were not paying attention to that shift in behavior, you could not bear it for long.

You put a hand on Lisa’s shoulder to get her attention “I don’t feel well, I’m going home”

Jennie must’ve sensed your worries, she gave your arm a reassuring squeeze “Things are going to get back to normality in a few months, don’t worry”

“I really hope so” you smiled and waved goodbye. Wonho, that usually stood two steps behind you, was now standing at your side while Jooheon stood behind.

“Are you not feeling well, your highness?” asked the blond man, glancing at you with concern.

You shook your head and looked away, always surprised by Wonho’s sincere worry for you “It’s nothing”

The guard nodded, he did not say anything else but you knew that he had something on his mind by the way he lingered at your side for a few seconds before getting back behind you. You did not ask, he was going to tell you if it was important.

Shownu was already at the front entry with the car ready. Jooheon sat in the front, while you and Wonho got in the back seat. The ride was quite for the most part, you leaned over the obscured window with your head and closed your eyes.

“If I may speak, your highness” Wonho suddenly spoke up, making you jerk your head to his side. The man was looking in front of him, where a black divider separated you from Shownu and Jooheon, his legs comfortably crossed one over the other. You noticed how he was waiting for you to give your consent for him to keep going, so you lightly nodded with your head “I think miss Jennie is quite right. People are shaken about what happened to His Majesty, the King, after all this has always been a pacific kingdom” he turned to give you a gentle smile and you shyly nodded, he was so charming even with a simple gesture as turning his head. You prayed you were not blushing too hard.

“It is going to fade exponentially and die as soon as the culprit is punished” his hands fell on your knee by instinct, his own caring nature taking over him before he could stop himself at what was considered acceptable from his position as a simple guard. He wanted to comfort you and hold you close, it was a futile attempt at easing the pressure he knew you were experiencing, it was what his body told him to do. His thumb drew a circle on your exposed skin and you did not know what to say. You felt your heart thumb loudly in your ears, you wanted to grip his hand and squeeze it. Feeling his warm skin gave you a strange sense of relief but before you could do anything, thank him for his kind words or even just smile, he retreated with a sudden move.

His eyes avoided yours when you tried to look at him and his hands were now tightly latched in front of him “I apologies, your highness, I should’ve asked-” his words came out like a staggering mess, he was obviously uncomfortable because of his own actions, seeing as he was allowed to touch you only when it was needed for your protection. He was probably afraid of what you could do to him for acting so daringly.

You frantically waved your hands in front of your face, trying to mask just how much you were blushing “You don’t have to apologies and please, stop calling me your highness when we are alone. It makes me feel old …”

“I understand” Wonho bowed his head and you just wanted to tell him to cut off the bowing and politeness too but you had reached the place and someone was already opening your car door.

You quickly mouthed a thank you to Wonho and quickly slid out of the car, swinging your bag over your shoulder. You greeted the front guard that bowed to you and then raised your gaze over the high ceiling painted with smiling cherubs and adorned by a sparkling chandelier. You always felt a strong sense of oppression when looking up at the Baroque decorations. All the gold decorations, yellow flowers, little angels with bows, everything felt so heavy, so opulent that it made your stomach drop.

With a frown, you locked your eyes on the screen of your phone and sprinted to the kitchen, stuffing your mouth with food always helped making you forget that you were, more or less, locked into your own house.

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Hosted a Valentines meetup today, I had a great time. It was a role play type meetup. We all won Mr. Yan’s initial modelling contest but had to compete in a second round for his affection with a valentine. Winner received a token of affection. There were some really great (inappropriate) valentines. :)

My Coord:
Dress and head bow: Angelic Pretty Jewel Marine
Wig and shoes: Bodyline
Hair accessories: Handmade
Wristcuffs blouse and socks: unknown(gifts)

Concrit is always appreciated