She wondered whether the soccer ball to her head had shaken up her vision. Or whether what she thought she was seeing was a mirage. A trick of the late-afternoon sunlight.
[…] All he was doing was shaking the water from his wet head, but a glaze of droplets seemed to hover over him, outside him, defying gravity in a wide span across his arms. The way the water shimmered in the sunlight, it almost looked like he had wings.”


..And then—in her peripheral vision, vast billowing whiteness on either side of her as a collective gasp rose from the angels’ lips.

“Oh, Lucinda,” Daniel whispered, his hand covering his mouth.

It was this easy: She spread her wings.

Seb. Sebastinan / Jonathan Morgenstern from The Mortal Instruments.

Artwork by mchoux (me), please credit if you repost it somewhere. 

“My name is Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. I had a father but he is dead. I have a mother but she is dead to me. I have a brother and I will bind him to me. I have a sister and I will teach her to love me. My name is Jonathan, but everyone calls me Sebastian. And I am going to burn down the world.”


This is gospel
For the fallen ones

It’s better if you turn the subtitles on. 

It’s mostly young justice, but Jason needed a tribute so there’s a bit from Under the Red Hood in here too. 

concept playlists (fallen london destinies edition)

mood: a playlist for the longest roadtrip. only, in this case, you’re headed for the sun. and your travel companions leave much to be desired. but the comest wisp past you, and the stars shine glorious in the distance. the voi of space is freezing but you are no longer human. will you have faith in love, or realize you are bigger than this mission, brighter than this sun?

mood: hazy golden light. delicious sandwiches. distant music and the clink of a spoon against a teacup. this dreamy forest is perfect, more than anything in the living world. this is your beautiful gilded cage, and you have the power to decide who leaves today. who has the best offer? do you realize you are an option?

mood: the voyage has been long, but the light of the mountain is now blinding your eyes. the tents project stark shades on the ground. no wind blows here. you hold the gift of eternal life in your hands and it is yours to do as you wish. you will either share it, detroy it, or keep it to yourself. in this moment, you are a god

mood: all sources of light have gone out. you stand in a street, as mobs of people run pat you, their screams deafening. maybe you know this was your plan all along, maybe you are as scared as them. will you relish in the dark and chaos you have created or save those you can?

mood: the water covers you up to your knees. the dark is oppressive. you stand before beings of great power, capable of destroying a city, who are asking for their gifts. help them or destroy them, this doesn’t seem like it will end well for you. you’re not sure you want to be here, but you are not sure you want to be back in the city either.

(honestly? these are only half serious)

YoI ABO Fic Prompt

I want Yuuri to be a lawyer and Viktor to be the judge.

A high profile case where an omega was raped by an Alpha (wow so original).

Yuuri, as the omegan lawyer of the omegan victim, asked that the audience, the jury and the judge be all Alphas, only the guards to be betas. Omegas and Betas watch the live feed on a large TV in the adjacent room.

People told him it was a suicidal decision.

As soon as the Alpha’s enter the room, they notice the smell. Like a flowerfield, not too sweet to hurt their senses, but strong enough to fill the whole room. They could not pinpoint where its coming from, but they figured it must be a new spray fragrance. Nothing big.

Judge Victor himself, who arrived a little later, didn’t pat it any mind. Its nice when they have budget for something as simple as spray perfumes.

After the usual pleasantries, the alpha is the first on the stand. The same arguments (No I did not rape the omega. He seduced me. He was in heat. It’s Alphan instinct to mate with an omega in heat. I could not stop it He enjoyed it too etc.)

Naturally, as the room is full of Alphas, majority of them could symphatize. Judge Victor was neutral until the plaintiff could deliver their arguments.

When Yuuri stood in front of the alphan suspect (AS), his face was neutral as well. Quiet. Determined.
AS smirked at him. He believed that his case was won.
Yuuri looked at AS, walked around the audience, in front of the jury, in front of judge Victor, and again stood before AS.

Then he dropped the bomb.

“I’ve been in heat since this morning. I have not taken any scent blockers, or any sort of inhibitors. When you walked inside this room, I have been releasing my scent for a while and I imagine all of you have sensed it. Some of you even commented on it. And yet here I am, untouched, and none of you ‘lost your senses’ and jumped on me even when I walked around the room and deliberately released more.”

He looked at AS, “when you came accross my client, he had scent blockers. He was covered from neck to toe with scent inhibiting clothes specially bought from a manufacturer from Thailand. More importantly, his heat was not due for another week because he used pills the month before which delayed it.

You claim that your alpha took over and you couldn’t stop yourself from touching and harrassing my client, but here I am, unbound, wearing normal clothing, in heat and releasing heat scent with abandon, yet your Aplha and everyone else’s alpha is calm.”

You could hear a needle drop in the courtroom.

Yuuri then proceeded to apply scent blockers and almost imediately the smell of the flowerfield subsided.

No Alpha in the room could contest.

And Judge Victor might just have fallen in love.

**edit** if anyone wants to make a full fic go ahead. I dont need to be credited or anything just please send me a link so i can read it too thank u
Fallen // Shawn Blurb

Idk what this is. Someone asked for FallenAngel!Shawn and I’m fucked up on cold meds right now.

A bright light streaks across the sky and you can see it land somewhere in the forest behind your house. It’s late, around 2am, but you have to know what it is. You pull your boots on and grab a jacket and a flashlight from the junk drawer in the kitchen. The light fades away as you hit the tree line but you have a pretty good idea of how far in you needed to go.

Your flashlight illuminates rocks and fallen trees as you cut a path through the overgrowth. Up ahead you see something big lying in a clearing. Your first thought is a deer, but deer would have fled the commotion. You start tripping over branches, losing your footing as you get closer, excitement coursing through you. The light spills over a mound of dirt and then you see a leg, a human leg, sticking out on the other side.

“Oh my god,” you inch closer, afraid of what you’ll find. You train your light on the dirt mound and you can see a person in jeans and what’s left of a button down shirt. Had they gotten hit by whatever fell from the sky? You shine the light around, looking for a meteor or something to indicate the source of the light in the sky but all you can see is this man. “Hello? Are you alive?” you ask and kick some dirt at him.

He groans and you hurry to help him up. He’s bloody from what you can see with your flashlight. He’s heavy as hell as you try to get him to his feet, but you manage. “Don’t take me to a hospital,” he mumbles and you look at him with a shocked expression. What were you supposed to do with him then?

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