“A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet” - On Dissociation, Duality and Identity on Supernatural
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven…”
- John Milton / “Paradise Lost”
After reading an interesting article on the 350th anniversary of Milton’s “Paradise Lost” I found myself pondering one of the themes prevalent in the poem and how it translates to one of the themes I love so much on Supernatural and how it has been especially explored during Carver Era: The Topic of Duality and Identity.
One of the key aspects of Lucifer as a character in Milton’s poem is how the archangel sheds his original name and by that also crafts a new “life” for himself along with it. He no longer calls himself or is addressed as Lucifer but as “Satan” or “the Devil” (interestingly enough that is something
Supernatural’s longest standing villain rejects completely, and despises these names which is an interesting aspect to keep in mind and one I’ll come back to later). This re-invention and the power of names is an intricate part of shaping one’s own identity and reality. It’s something
we have seen countless pop culture figures go through for very similar reasons.
The pattern can be traced all the way back to fairytales like Rumpelstiltsken, but it can be found in a multitude of modern pieces of literature, art or television too. Think of Tom Riddle vs. Lord Voldemort, Dr. Jekyll vs. Mr Hyde or Walter White vs. Heisenberg. They all create alter egos for themselves in a fashion comparable to the renaming process that happens to demons in Milton’s work, because once they lost their positive identity, they also lost their names. It’s very much in line with what we see happening on Supernatural as all the more “run of the mill”-demons we have met thus far have been addressed by the name of the person they inhabited, Meg is probably the most memorable example for that. And it’s also of course a transformation the King of Hell himself underwent when he died as Fergus McLeod and emerged as Crowley.
Much like his mother, who always tried to escape her past and shape a new world for herself in which she possesses the power
she lacked before when being rejected, so Crowley tried his best to forget about his past altogether and shape a new world and identity for himself. And all that went well and good until, well, the Winchesters came along. Until then Crowley was able to craft his new self and by shaping himself shaping also his own reality, how he perceives and thinks of himself (unintruded) and by that trying to infer how people perceive him. In the end however the dilemma comes down to what Kurt Vonnegut once described as: “Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what we
pretend to be.” Because sometimes that - or rather the way we think about ourselves - can turn into your Achille’s heel or something like a
self fulfilling prophecy. And on Supernatural, I suppose no one fights that battle with himself harder than Dean Winchester. That battle of how
he thinks about himself and how/who he really is (and that aspect is drawn attention to again with Mr. Ketch insinuating that Dean and he are alike or that Dean is merely an unhinged killer (see meta and gifset
here) - something Dean may think of himself at the worst of times, but which hardly can be counted as a realistic picture of who he truly is).
And in this regard I feel it’s important to remember that Dean went to Hell, was well on his way to becoming a demon, but got rescued before his soul may have been twisted too far to dip back. That doesn’t change
anything about the fact however that Dean remembers that time, remembers what happened to him, what he did and what he became. It left a taint, some darkness within him and one he is deeply ashamed of. Now, question is how far along the transformation or dissociation went when he was in hell. Was Dean close to forgetting his own name, his own positive identity? And is that possibly the reason why Dean’s struggles in terms
of identity and perception of self has gotten all the much worse post Hell too (while also of course taking into account the trauma he faced
there)? Because Dean thinking about himself merely as a killer definitely stems from his experiences in and post Hell.
Idk if can even request this but could you do Jaemin for the first kiss series soon? Sorry you can’t it’s cool!
IDK IF THIS IS HELLA RUDE TO SAY OR REQUEST BUT I JUST WANNA TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE ALL OF THE FIRST KISS SERIES AND HOW YOU SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE JAEMIN’S SOKN BECAUSE YOU KNOW JAEMIN BUT I DONT MEAN TO COME ACROSS AS PUSHY OR ANYTHING, JUST A SUGGESTION. SORRY
Thank you for requesting! I really hope you like this because I think it’s the best one I’ve written in the series :’-) good writing is very rare for me so I’m just uysaibhdisbidhsa - anyway enjoy! Also this was written for @jaeminnana and @jaeminniemouse because well, it’s obvious lmao 💕
this gif literally fits in so perfectly with this scenario like ???? you will see what I mean when you read it my heART
So your first kiss with Jaemin would literally be your first kiss ever
And you weren’t even dating at the time
He was just your childhood friend, who had grown from the awkward and shy child he was to this confident and handsome teenager
Although you were complete polar opposites, you remained close friends throughout those changing years
And although, Jaemin had become a guy who was easily irritable and a little bit too cocky for his own good, you couldn’t help but fall for him
Of course you’d never tell him this though, god no
He already had a line of girls falling at his feet and swooning at the fact he was an idol and a student, and you weren’t intending on joining that queue any time soon
Little did you know that Jaemin felt the same way
Unable to resist your awkwardness and easily flustered self, he only just managed to keep his feelings in check and only admire you from afar
You never realised how he stared at you whenever you spoke, or always slid his arm around your waist whilst you were walking, nor did you notice how he always spoke to you in a sweet and calm voice (even when he was teasing you) unlike how he usually spoke to everyone else
It definitely came as a shock to him when he suddenly blurted out one day: “Jaemin, how are you supposed to kiss someone? Can you show me?”
The question was innocent and laced with the obliviousness of affection for you, but to Jaemin, who literally choked when you said this, it came as a huge shock to him
You were both both studying at his house, sitting quietly next to one another as you tried to revise for your upcoming test
For a while now, your mind had been occupied with thoughts of only Jaemin
Maybe it was just teenage hormones or maybe it was just you realising how much you really really like Jaemin,
But your heart couldn’t help but flutter every time he said your name or smiled at you
Having little experience in love or relationships would be something Jaemin always teased you about and would jokingly use it against you too
But his heart would melt at your question
He’d internally coo and sigh, cursing the universe for making you so adorable and innocent and yet still having the ability to make him feel all kinds of things in just a few words
Gulping, he leaned back of his chair looking at you seriously with an eyebrow raised
“Uhmmm, Y/N, shouldn’t you be asking someone else that? Like, I dunno, one of your girlfriends?”
“What? No! I’m not kissing them!”
Your eyes widened slightly, and you gasped at what you had just said
You had basically just asked him to help you by showing you - in literal terms too
Jaemin would chuckle at you, grabbing your hands and giving them a shake as if he was trying to get you back to normal
“Oh, c'mon Y/N. Not having your first kiss yet, it’s not that big of a deal. Let’s-let’s just carry on with this work yeah?”
He’d smiled at you sympathetically
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help you, to be honest he had always wanted to kiss you
But that was exactly the problem - because he wanted to kiss you anyway, he didn’t want to change things between you or make things awkward
You eyes dropped and you forced a smile, blushing with embarrassment for being turned down
Even if he wasn’t going to show you, you really wanted to be told how to do it
“Please Jaemin? I don’t want to embarrass myself when I actually kiss someone I like, I just need some tips….”
Your voice started to get quieter and you cursed yourself for thinking that he’d agree and saying something as bold and weird as that
Watching as your shoulders slouched and your mouth twitched, a sign of yours he had noticed that you’d do whenever you were uncomfortable, Jaemin frowned, feeling a little awkward and guilty at your state
Quietly you’d hear a sigh and “fine then” and see him jokingly roll his eyes
Almost immediately you sat up straight a smile on your face, thankful that he had changed him mind
“So the first thing you need to know about kissing, is that you only do it when you’re married and in love okay?” - Jaemin & a slap from you
“Jaemin!” “Sorry, sorry okay!”
He’d turn his chair to face you onwards, gesturing that you do the same, and then moving closer to yours and pulling your chair between his legs slightly, so you were closer to him that you were expecting
In his head, he’s literally yodelling screaming with joy and his heart is racing, but on the outside, he looks chill af
You on the other hand, are doing a cRAP job at hiding your nervousness - you’re sweating and panting and red as hell
“I don’t really know how to explain this but…look I’ll just show you and you, you can see, yeah?”
His voice is low and deep, as he laces one of his hands with yours rubbing your fingers with his thumb warmly
Not trusting your voice to speak for you, you nod cutely, smiling at him fondly
His hand still laced with your fingers, he strokes your cheek with a finger
His fingers trailing fire over your too-sensitive skin, tracing the line of your jaw and the hypersensitive place by your ear
He bent closer to you, now close enough that you could feel him shaking a little bit as if he wasn’t sure if you would change your mind or push him away
But he didn’t realise how caught up you were in the moment
Giving you a shy smile, he untangles his hand from yours and slides his arm down to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him
When you made no sign to discourage him, he chuckled whispering “just enjoy this, yeah?”
You could feel his breath on your cheek and your eyelids fluttered closed at their own accord, as he closed the gap
His lips began a gentle exploration of your mouth, peppering soft kisses at each corner
“Relax - I don’t bite, Y/N”, he caresses the side of your face to get you to soften your jaw
Uncertain of what to do, but fully aware of how amazing it felt to have him kiss you, you unclenched your teeth and began kissing him back
You didn’t really know what to do or how to kiss him back well, but you could feel the sparkles in the pit of your stomach and firecrackers exploded behind your closed eyes
A hand cradled your head in just the right position to deepen the kiss, the kiss now turning from a short peck to show you how to kiss to a deeper, more meaningful kiss
His lips briefly left from yours to start their own sweet explore, touching the curve of your jaw and the Collins of your neck
Jaemin’s lips were warm and soft but he soon broke the kiss, pecking you once more before leaning back at grinning widely at you
Both of his hands grab your hands and he plays with your fingers shyly, avoiding your gaze and smiling to himself
Your cheeks are burning, eyes wide in shock and you bite your lip trying to hold back from saying something stupid and potentially ruining things
“I-I really liked that Y/N”
A silence feel between you two, both your minds occupied with thoughts of one another
Eventually he looks up at you and smiles again, a hopeful glint in his eyes
“I’ve waited a long time to do that to you, Y/N. I hope you realised that”
“Wait, really? You have?”
“Mhmm…do you uhmmm- feel the same way perhaps"
He laughs awkwardly, his gaze avoiding yours again but then immediately returns when you simply say "yes”, a bold side coming from you
A smile stretches across is face and he claps his hands in joy before reaching out to squeeze your cheeks and coo at you
“Oh yes! You’re so cute Y/N! Ooo wait, here have another kiss!”
Jaemin leans back in again, kissing you on your cheek to which you flushed deeply at and giggled
And that was basically how Jaemin had grown from the awkward and shy child he was, to this confident and handsome teenager, and now to your idol and utterly charming boyfriend
This was so cute to write omg I think I may have just swerved myself into Jaemin’s lane lmao join me in hell guys
omg I would DIE if you wrote that elucien flower shop au. Your fics are always my favourites!!!
Ahhh thank you friend. Writing and I are going through a bit of a rough patch at the moment. So in the meantime have some headcanons. Because I’m fond of this idea and reserve the right to come back to it at some point.
Okay so there’s that AU that flits around every now and then along the lines of a flower shop and a tattoo shop are next door to each other and you do the whole imagine your otp thing.
With Elucien the most obvious configuration is Elain working in the flower shop (because duh) and Lucien working in the tattoo shop (inopportune headcanon dumping opportunity: I figure Lucien is quite creative and he enjoys sketching.) Anyway, he’s probably more suited to the tattoo shop but it’s…much more fun to flip it around.
So Feyre and Rhys open up a tattoo parlour together and Elain works there part time and Lucien helps out in his mother’s flower shop next door. (Listen, idk why but I’ve had a long standing hc for about 16 years that Lucien’s mother enjoys gardening/flower arranging. Even if she doesn’t I still think she and Elain would get on incredibly well and I will be a tiny bit sad if we don’t get any scenes between them in acowar ANYWAY)
Elain suddenly needs flowers for like….Every occasion. She starts insisting they should put them in the window of the tattoo shop it’ll, it’ll brighten the place up! And give people something nice to look at while you’re poking at them with sharp pointy things! They’re basically essential okay. Feyre is…Baffled. Rhys who is…slightly less dense than her understands exactly what Elain’s doing and while she is fond of plants she’s even fonder of the handsome redhead who works in the back of the store.
Elain cultivates quite the relationship with Lucien’s mother and even on the days that she doesn’t buy any flowers for the tattoo place she finds an excuse to go in and talk to her all about plants. Lucien’s mother is very dear and very patient and delighted to have someone as enthusiastic as Elain. She makes her tea when she comes in and pretends she doesn’t notice the way Elain and her youngest son are making eyes at each other the entire time Elain is there.
(She is 100% not oblivious. She knows exactly what’s going on. She’s all for it. She starts engineering ways for them to spend time together, slipping into the back and having Lucien watch the shop when she knows Elain is about to come in, sighing as they tiptoe around one another. Bonus points if things start getting desperate and she enlists Rhys’s help and they just start aggressively matchmaking the two of them. They’re very smug when they finally get together.)
Anyway, Lucien mostly works in the back of the shop putting together bouquets and the like. He has deft, clever fingers (listen u will take ‘Lucien has very attractive hands’ hcs from my cold dead corpse and not before) and he’s been well trained in it. (And I enjoy the image of Lucien’s mother and Elain sitting having tea while Lucien sullenly and dramatically flounces around in the background, making quite a habit of dropping things because he’s looking at Elain and not at his work)
Lucien’s mother starts encouraging Elain to request Lucien make her up bouquets at her request, it’ll give her exactly what she wants for the shop and will let Lucien practice working with an audience. She applauds herself for this excellent idea as she steps back and watches the two of them blush like sunburned beetroots around one another as they try to get a handle on flirting. (Lucien is tongue-tied. It’s the most precious thing anyone has ever witnessed. Rhys teases him about it for about a hundred years after this)
Lucien starts like trying to stealth slip secret messages into the flower bouquets or something (come on, he would) to hint to Elain that he really secretly likes her. Feyre is a bit like ??? Elain ??? why do we keep getting bouquets that are literally just bright red roses from next door? Are you sure you ordered the right thing? Elain gets very flustered and tells her she has no idea what Lucien has doing. By this point even Feyre has worked it out and she gets in on the act between Rhys and Lucien’s mother. (They’re very awkward, bless them, like baby deer on ice. They need all the help they can get. Since this is a modern AU and there’s no inopportune moment for Lucien to blurt out that they’re soulmates and destined to be together)
Lucien, flummoxed that his secret flower love notes aren’t working (even with his mother aggressively hinting at how seductive and romantic each and every flower Lucien has put in Elain’s most recent bouquets are) resorts to drastic measures and decides he wants a tattoo. He decides he has to spend hours and hours and hours at the shop every day pouring over designs to decide what he wants and where he wants it, ogling Elain the entire time. Feyre humours him and sketches him new designs every day. Then Elain gets involved and starts suggesting things and Lucien is a bit…Oh. Oh dear. This…This was not supposed to happen. I do not actually want a tattoo. Fuck.
Lucien gets a tattoo. (Let it not be said this boy will not go to ridiculously dramatic lengths for love) He probably gets like a teeny tiny flower (Elain’s favourite, obviously) on his hip or something. He thrashes like an angry cat in a bag and eventually Feyre summons Elain over to hold his hand. This, shockingly, makes the tattoo stop hurting immediately and he just gazes up at her with such enormous hearteyes that Feyre is just…shall I leave you two alone? Like is my doing my job here ruining your moment?
Lucien being Lucien probably chooses this inopportune moment (some things never change) to declare his deep desire to woo Elain and take her out to dinner. She’s…Really rather flabbergasted that he went to all this trouble getting a tattoo just so he could keep coming to see her every day…And so he confesses that well his flower messages weren’t working! he had to do something!!! (Feyre is deeply delighted to be present for this conversation. Lucien is not. He deeply regrets the teasing later) Elain is all :O you were leaving me flower messages?? (Feyre starts pretend gagging at this) And Lucien flushes and says yes. And then Elain is flushing and saying that she kept coming to the shop every day to try and woo him and Feyre is just like….Should I tell them now they probably shouldn’t start fucking while I’m doing this, like it’s totally not hygienic and I’m genuinely worried about the possibility given the way they’re looking at each other rn.
They manage to contain themselves (just about) Feyre finishes up Lucien’s tattoo while Elain holds his hand and kisses his forehead and tells him he’s very brave (Feyre just ??? It’s the size of my thumb!? It took me twenty minutes??? Shut up Feyre, Elain is calling me brave, it was a very traumatic experience, back me up here goddammit, you are the world’s worst wingman. You’re trying to bang my sister??? You should be happy for her, attracting such a fine specimen as me. Feyre just -_- Lucien stops talking quickly remembering that she does still have a tattoo gun in her hand and it’s maybe not wise to antagonise her)
Anyway after that Elain and Lucien becoming a very dorky and adorable little couple. Elain drifts into the flower shop everyday to visit Lucien and have tea with him and Lucien visits Elain very day still dropping off the bouquets for the shop (Rhys has gotten fond of them) Elain likes kissing Lucien’s tattoo when they’re in bed together and she probably ends up with a matching one and it’s probably something they keep adding to as they get older. (because I enjoy mushy ridiculous hcs leave me be)
(Okay and bonus to actually make this tie into this post which sparked this conversation in the first place: Feyre and Tamlin have their whole…Thing. And the first time Lucien meets Elain is when she marches in to his shop, slams money down on the desk and demands, in no uncertain terms, the rudest bouquet he can possibly put together for the biggest idiot on the planet. (Yes, this is indeed the moment that Lucien decides he’s going to trip over his hearteyes and get ridiculous things tattooed on his body if it’ll mean being able to date this girl because who says fuck you with a bunch of flowers? And looks so sincere and grumpy about it? Like she’s even stamping her foot on the ground she’s clearly very serious about this) Also in this AU Lucien does not know Tamlin. His mother got him away from his father and they just live alone together with their little flower shop and things are just Nice (because I can do Nice sometimes okay?))
Okay there you go. This got a bit longer than anticipated so…I hope it tides you over a bit until such time as I decide I can maybe write this properly.
tbh it’s a shame the Lightning Thief musical is only going until early May because normally I’d jump all over that shit because it’s literally so easy to get to the City from home….butttt I’m up at school like 6 hours away from the City with no more breaks until summer (the week after the last performance smh) so
A/N: guys I am so sorry for not posting in such a long time! The only Internet I had was at school because I ran out of data and my parents changed the wifi password. I had internet at school but Tumblr is blocked on it (of freaking course) so I couldn’t go on and I missed you guys so much! Anyways I really enjoyed writing this unique imagine and thanks for requesting it anon!!
Warnings: slight smut
Pairing: Spencer x reader
Prompt: the reader is the new British member of the team and Spencer secretly has a thing for English accents and the team tease him about it because he constantly blushes and he hides his lower half whenever you talk, the reader hasn’t quite caught onto the fact that spencer likes her so she’s asks why he covers his crotch when she talks and he ends up having to explain that she turns him on
Upcoming Imagine: reader is victim…
“Attention, this is SSA Y/N L/N from the Behavioral Insights Team in London. She will be replacing JJ until further notice.” Aaron Hotchner said introducing you.
“Hello. I’m Y/N.” You said shaking a black haired lady who open her mouth in surprise at your accent.
“Wow not only are you from London you’ve got the accent as well!! It’s nice to meet you.” She said shaking your hand.
“I’m Jennifer Jareau! I’m excited to work with you.” A blonde lady said shaking your hand.
After shaking everyone’s hands, you noticed you missed someone.
He was tall, definitely handsome, and looked a little socially awkward.
“Hi.” You said waving to him, who was standing behind everyone else.
“H-Hi! I’m Dr. Spencer Reid but you-you can just call me Spencer or Reid what-whatever works.” He said stumbling over his words.
“It’s nice to meet you.” You said holding your hand out to shake his.
“Oh he doesn’t really shake…” Emily said before he firmly took it.
You were a little confused as to what she was saying but you thought it was probably a misunderstanding.
He shook your hand just fine.
After a little while you settled with the rest of the team for a case.
“Alright two women have been found dead in back alleys behind restaurants. One woman was named Kylee Carey and the other Lauren Reeves. Both are blonde, successful woman. We believe a few witnesses can tell sketch artists a brief description of what he looks like. They are coming in around noon today so we can deliver the profile before the end of the day.” Garcia explained showing pictures.
“He has a preference for victims so that makes it easier to warn the community.” You said noticing the common similarities in the victims.
You saw Spencer shift next to you, which you just ignored.
But throughout the day he kept doing it and you started to notice a pattern.
Do you make him uncomfortable?
You two were sitting in a room alone with the evidence board, while everyone else did their tasks.
“Are you okay?” You ask him noticing his back facing you.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” He said slightly turning around.
“Are you sure? Do you need anything? I was actually about to make some tea if you want some.” You said with a small smile.
He turned his whole body towards you for the first time today and nodded softly.
“Alright, do you like Earl Grey?” You ask digging in your purse for some tea that you brought.
“I do yeah.” He said with a smile.
That’s the first time you have seen him smile and it made butterflies explode in your stomach.
You left the little room to the coffee pot, where a kettle was and you warmed up some water.
Then you heard walking behind you.
“Hey sorry umm if I’ve been distant around you. I’m just kind of umm… awkward I guess. I’d like to get to know you a little better.” Spencer said standing on the other side of the counter.
“I would love to get to know you too! First question I’ve been dying to ask is how come you go by ‘doctor’?” You asked handing him the cup of warm tea.
“First thank you for the tea and second I have three PhD’s. One in Engineering, Chemistry and Mathematics. I also have three BA’s in Philosophy, Sociology, and Psychology.” He explained.
“Wow that many in such a short time. How did you do that? A lot of free time on your hands?” You ask walking towards the small room again.
You noticed Spencer almost panic as he followed.
“I have an eidetic memory, an uh IQ of 187 and I can read 20,000 per minute.” He said clearing his throat.
Something is off.
Then you saw it.
As he sat down he grabbed his messenger bag and covered his lower half.
Do… do you turn him on?
What could you possibly do that gives him a boner?
“Spencer can I ask you something? I mean you don’t have to answer, but if you don’t answer your kind of answering it.” You say.
“Go ahead.” He said with a small smile.
“May I ask why you keep covering… um yourself when I talk to you?” You ask awkwardly.
“Oh um heh it's… it’s embarrassing I’m sorry you noticed umm… I guess I kind of um have this thing for… this is stupid.” He started.
“No it’s okay. Finish what you were saying. I’m interested.” You say walking closer to him.
“Umm I have this thing for accents, I guess, British ones really get me off.” He said looking into your eyes.
His hand were folding over his crotch as you stood in front of him.
“So… your saying I turn you on?” You ask biting your lower lip.
“God yes.” He said waiting for your next move.
You grabbed his hands and pulled them apart, interlocking your fingers with his.
“Well, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” You said standing on your tiptoes leaving your lips centimeters apart.
“Really?” He asked cheerfully, not taking the opportunity to capture your lips in his.
“Your not really the dominant one are you?” You ask shutting the blinds to the small window and locking the door.
“What-what are you doing?” He asked as you approached him again.
“Taking the lead.” You said pushing him against the wall and taking his lips in yours.
His lips were soft and innocent, as well as his hands.
They stayed at your mid back as you loosened his tie.
You took his wrists in your hands and slid them down to your hips.
“Don’t be afraid, Doctor.” You said as he looked into your eyes.
A spark of confidence lit his face up when you called him ‘doctor’.
He spun you around, pinning you against the wall with his hips as his hands rummaged through your hair.
You dropped to your knees but right when your hands went to his belt there was a knock on the door.
“Y/L/N, Reid? Are you in there?” You heard Aaron Hotchner say.
“Yeah.” You said mouthing to Spencer to fix his tie.
He frantically did as you opened the door to half of the team.
“We found a diameter of our UnSubs disposal sites.” Spencer said inconspicuously, trying to play it cool.
Hotch looked from both of you and left, leaving Derek Morgan.
“What were you two pretties doing in here?” He asked teasingly.
“Working out the investigation.” You said avoiding eye contact with the dark man.
“Reid your hair seems more bed-headish that usual.” He said ruffling Spencer’s hair.
“Knock it off.” Spencer said swatting his hand away.
You smirked a little as you looked at the evidence board.
You followed Derek out but before you left the room you turned around.
“To he continued.” You said to Spencer, who’s eyes got big as he followed you out.
I am so excited for this!! This is probably my favourite thing I have ever written. Is it possible to be in love with your own work?? Anyway enjoy! :~)
Inuyasha felt his eyelids warm, the morning light dazzling through onto his side of the bed. The sleepy boy now understood why Kagome wanted to trade sides of the bed the week before, the past week had been full of rain and overcast skies but the half demon was not prepared for the blast of light and heat at the crack of dawn. He made two little golden slits just enough to look out of the window. It was a gorgeous day, the sky was a perfect shade of blue and he knew that he had to take advantage of the day. He rolled onto his other side his eye’s now fully open as he watched his beautiful Kagome sleeping soundly. Her chest rose and fell ever so gently and her hair was everywhere. With a gentle touch Inuyasha cautiously removed the hair covering her face. Inuyasha loved to watch her sleep, her face soft and not filled with worry as it usually was. He also noticed that after she stopped talking about ‘tests’ and the need to study that she was a lot more relaxed and not on edge like she was a little over three years ago.
This is the latest video for Kaduatán, the band consisting of John Quijada (song writer/lyricist/background vocalist) and me (vocalist), with all the lyrics written in John’s conlang Ithkuil. If you have a strong aversion to clowns, may not want to watch this video; just listen. They’re not horrifying clowns, just weird, clownish clowns. Seemed relevant because this song is called “The Clown Song”. Anyway, enjoy!
During my week offline, I just wanted to create another Saezuru painting. I was gonna save it for something for Twitter, but I thought it would be best to not hold out that long. Of the many paintings I’ve done, this one is my top choice for the Saezuru series. I wanted to create a happy and warm atmosphere for these two. I just hope nothing bad happens in the next chapter. 😳
ok so i was supposed to be making a powerpoint for my english project but i needed pictures of strong stage lighting for one of my slides and happened to find a pic from the production of r&j i saw last summer so i ended up getting Emotional and making this instead anyway pls enjoy
So this was the only one of your requests that was on it’s own, Nonny, and it just so happens to be the one I answered today (thanks to @greenskyoverme). I am sorry it’s a bit on the short side but I couldn’t brain to write smut today. Sorry! But please enjoy anyway.
Also, this is just a tad NSFW, so it’s cut before the slightly naughty bits.
Silence Pressing In (An “Undead Is The New Alive” Story) -
The night is too quiet tonight. Molly needs…something…to soothe her tonight. But not sex. Something else.
She could tell with her acute hearing that everyone in the flat was asleep. Even now, even after all this time, there were still times where she could not go back to the sleeping patterns of normal humans and sleep at night and be awake during the day. Her body fought her every inch of the way some days and she often wondered why. Jacob wasn’t sure, as most vampires happily slept during daylight hours, even those who had rings, but she and Sherlock just had to be different, she supposed.
She’d pay the consequences in the morning for this, she knew, but she needed to move, needed to get out of bed and just do something. Tonight was one of those nights that the lack of either of their heartbeats was getting to her, she supposed, and the silence was more deafening than normal.
She got out of bed and looked around for something to wear. She’d only gone to bed in a pair of knickers that evening, as global warming was wreaking havoc on the weather and even her cold skin was dealing with the rise in temperature around them. She was thankful she didn’t sweat any more or else it probably would have been much worse. As it was, London was not used to this type of heat, and she knew every window in the flat was open except theirs, which left the room, for them at least, at a comfortable warmth. No need for more than the bare minimum of clothing for the moment. None at all when they felt frisky. But as she wanted to go out into the sitting room, she needed a bit more.
Finally, she got a hold of the shirt Sherlock had worn. It wasn’t her favourite one, the “purple shirt of sex,” but it was a nice steel blue one made of a fabric blend that felt cool against her skin. She got out of bed and had just slipped the shirt on over her shoulders when she heard Sherlock sit up, and so she turned to look at him. “That is an inviting sight,” he said.