A/N: This is just a little inspired by the Burberry ad, the fact I gotta prepare a Jane Austen lecture for year 9s and a
little inspired by the fact I’ve been binge-watching Anne of Green Gables, and
I’ve always wanted to write for my favourite Weasley General. Can you
tell I’ve been binge watching Anne of Green Gables? Ya know, because I’m gonna
die alone COVERED IN CAT PISS IT’S HONESTLY FINE. Also, please, please send through some requests, I would really love some :)
Title: Logic Tags: Anne of Green Gables inspired, childhood friends Rating: T (i mean I swear a bit but like…) Words: 2800+ Prompt List:here Master List:here
It was common knowledge to the first families of Arkanis that they
1) A dwindling number. Many married off-planet
and the unfortunately irreversible laws of primogeniture-based titles left the clever
daughters without their rightful inheritances. Many movements of parliament had attempted to repeal the legislation, however there were always obstacles that the women of Arkanis hoped would die of a heart attack sooner rather than later.
2) Bastard sons were so large common that they
were -more often than not-recognised as heirs.
3) Every marriage on Arkanis is chosen.
Now that third piece of knowledge was certainly uncommon practise for
aristocratic families of the inner-rim planets. Royal families of Naboo, Mandalore
and even Alderaan, often resorted to arrangements created by parents via
misinterpreted holomessages and Jedi negotiations of peace. Yet these
arrangements were often loveless, careless and while it did provide the
inner-rim planets the political power they required; what was the logic in that
for an upstart outer-rim planet like Arkanis?
Arkanis was after all, a military planet and nowhere near as ancient as
the inner-rim worlds. They prided themselves on their decorum and their
modernity. The first families of Arkanis were the families of Admirals and
Commadants and Generals and Colonels. Those who gained power as the Empire came
into fruition and those who skilfully navigated the minefield of politics
during that time.
Power on Arkanis, was to be gained by might -war and intellect-
not through something as private and delicate as the tempestuous state of marriage.
Sorry guys no pattern for this one. The sleeves were so challenging that I honestly don’t know how I pulled it off. I am working on a pattern for a straight forward polka dot sweater since I got so many likes and comments on the body, but it is still in the works!
just a couple of cute little shots of mine and Laura’s fem!Wirt & Greg from ECCC. Really stoked over how sharp these ended up looking, and we’ll definitely be wearing them again. And hopefully doing a shoot at Cypress Falls~?
Anonymous asked: I was just wondering if you could write a Michael/reader fic? Smutty or not, but I just love the rude, grumpy Michael of “A Golden Opportunity”
It was a chance meeting that had brought you to meet the Archangel.
Back when the apocalypse had begun, you had aided some angels in an ambush they’d walked into when a group of demons had swarmed over them and nearly overtaken them. You had no idea how exactly you’d managed to do it, but you’d done it, and you’d done it with a crap ton of holy water, salt, blind luck, and bullets. And, well, it just so happened that, in your actions and your affiliation with the Winchester brothers, you’d captured the interest of a certain Archangel in need of a more suitable, true vessel. SInce then, your relationship had flourished; it had not been without its bumps and highs. Again now you were arguing slightly with Michael.
“You’re not going to get anywhere by torturing the people Dean loves,” you reply tersely to what Michael says he’ll let his subordinates to.
“Oh, I suppose I should fall to my knees and beg for permission, then?” Michael retorts, and the sarcasm dripping in his voice hurts you slightly.
“How about you give him a good reason to let you in instead of acting like a prick to everyone he knows, including himself? And maybe show him a little respect by finding a temporary vessel for once and trying to talk to him?” You cross your arms in frustration, recalling the encounters Sam had with Lucifer. “Even your brother that you had outcasted as a monster had that basic decency.”
Michael’s expression hardens; you know this from the tone of his voice without even needing to look in his direction, which would surely earn you a dark glare. “Don’t you compare me to him,” he growls underneath his breath, “Sometimes, Y/N, I think you forget you’re human. You forget that I could crush you in less than an instant if I desired it.”
You roll your eyes and sigh deeply. “Oh, you’re really pulling the ‘You should be scared’ card again? That’s not an argument. It just means you’re an immature baby about talking about these things,” you return hotly.
“No.” His voice is clipped and icy. “Y/N, I am the first Archangel and the Viceroy of Heaven. You don’t know the mercy I extend to you by treating you as I do. And you will not argue about my tactics with Dean Winchester ever again.”
“I swear to God, you’re not going to get anywhere by - ” You begin in slight exasperation only to be cut off.
“Do not use that phrase around me, Y/N; how many times must I say this?” The archangel states coldly.
You give him a look. “Now you’re just being petty. Won’t you stop and listen? Dean Winchester won’t ever -”
“ - Ever say no again to me because you’re going to help me win him over!” Michael finished for you once more, and you let out an infuriated sigh, crossing your arms. Sometimes, you had no idea why you associated with the archangel; he was still considered the enemy to the Winchesters. But he’d been nothing but kind to you; the actions of his lackeys like Zachariah were starkly different compared to what you’d seen Michael do to those serving under him.