flying with his own wings

Elriel

Based off my Imagine Azriel post.

He woke with his shadows dancing around him. Fingers gripping at his bed sheets as his breathing calmed. Safe. He was safe. Still, it took a moment for his breathing to relax and heart to beat normally.
Moonlight streamed through his windows, the stars barley slightly visible through his sheer curtains. The sky was there, he remembered, he could fly away. He wasn’t chained anymore. His wings were his own, his shadows were his own. When he thought he was calm, he turned around.
Elaine’s naked body was draped across his bed, a small smile on her soft lips. His heart began thumping for a different reason. It wasn’t the first time they’d shared a bed. It wasn’t even the first time they had claimed each other in a way that seemed impossibly intimate. It wasn’t the first time she’d stayed in his bed. And yet, everytime he woke to find her there, it shocked him. The fact she picked him, claimed him, decided that he was good enough… he rolled over to her, dragging her body into his and holding her tightly. His rock in a storm, that’s what she was. He didn’t hesitate to pepper kisses on her cheek, working down to the corner of her lips and back to her cheek. He had loved Mor for five hundred years. He had been infatuated by her. But Elaine, he was forehead deep in feelings for her and there was no saving him.
He flared out his wings and cocooned them around themselves. She was his, and he was hers and they were infinite.
A slow hand moved down to her hip, drawing unintentional patterns on her skin which caused a small gasp to escape her lips.
“I love you,” he murmured,voice weighed down with sleep. She took a moment to respond.
“I know,” she purred, moving her hips back into his crotch. “I can fell the full extent of it.” He laughed at her quip, giving her cheek a soft kiss. “Would it be possible for me to love you more?” She whispered, one eye creeping open.
“Maybe,” he whispered back. “We have an infinity if time to figure it out.” She turned around in his arms, head settling on his heart. He blushed, knowing she could feel how ridiculously fast it was pounding. He moved a hand down to play with her hair.
“Only you could make me want to live forever Azriel,” she murmured, drifting back to sleep. The words stunned him that it took far too long for him to reply.
“Only you could make me start living after an infinity of just surviving,” he said delicately. Holding her tightly through the night and far past the morning. Just because he could. Just because he had forever to do so.

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Enjou

Thirty-six was not a particularly notable birthday. Sam still had a few years before his scheduled fortieth freakout happened, he was six years into what was proving the best decade of his life, and, as Bucky put it, “You’re friends with two ninety year-olds, no one gives a shit about your decline into middle age.” Then Bucky had given Sam one of his favorite knives as a birthday gift.

Sam wasn’t too proud to admit there were some tears going on after that. He maintained they were mostly Bucky’s. Like. A solid seventy percent of the tears were Bucky’s.

Maybe sixty percent.

Steve took him out to dinner along the Potomac, a little one-on-one time that they almost never got these days with Steve doing his time on the West Coast and Sam running the Avengers (after joining the Avengers, leaving the Avengers, joining the Secret Avengers, surviving the merger of the Secret and the Not Secret Avengers, going off to help found the West Coast Avengers, retiring for like a month there, and then coming back to take over Carol—halfway through his employment history for the past few years, Sam had to start using charts to keep it all straight). The next day, Sam was at the new Avengers mansion, half for a meeting and half for a party. Basically, Sam was at a debriefing with beer when T’Challa called.

“Your boo need something?” Rhodey asked with a grin when Sam came back from the balcony, sliding his phone back in his pocket.

“Yeah, we were planning your intervention,” Sam replied. “We gotta talk about your polo addiction.”

“Not everyone’s man enough to rock a polo.”

“You and every frat boy named Chet keep telling yourselves that.”

T’Challa had called to say happy birthday. He didn’t say much else. T’Challa was quiet, and the words he did say sounded like they were painstakingly crafted just for you. Sam liked the way T’Challa spoke, and yet he loved T’Challa’s silences more. The king of Wakanda had a way of making silence sound like a warm smile.

Shut up, you’re in love.

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Interview with Nikola Tesla from 1899
Very interesting interview Nikola Tesla and John Smith in which he said: Everything is the Light. In one of its rays is the fate of nations, each nation has its own ray in that great light source, which we see as the Sun. And remember: no one man that existed did not die. JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you have gained the glory of the man who got involved in the cosmic processes. Who are you, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: It is a right question, Mr. Smith, and I will try to give you the right answer to it.JOURNALIST: Some say you’re from the country of Croatia, from the area called Lika, where together with the people are growing trees, rocks and starry sky. They say that your home village is named after the mountain flowers, and that the house, where you were born, is next to the forest and the church.TESLA: Really, all it true. I’m proud of my Serbian origin and my Croatian homeland.JOURNALIST: Futurists say that the Twenty-and Twenty First Century was born in head of Nikola Tesla. They celebrate conversely magnetic field and sing hymns to Inductions engine. Their creator was called the hunter who caught the light in his net from the depths of the earth, and the warrior who captured fire from heaven. Father of alternating current will make the Physics and Chemistry dominate half the world. Industry will proclaim him as their supreme saint, a banker for the largest benefactors. In the laboratory of Nikola Tesla for the first time is broken atom. There is created a weapon that causes the earthquake vibrations. There are discovered black cosmic rays. Five races will pray to him in the Temple of the future, because they had taught a great secret that Empedocles elements can be watered with the life forces from the ethers.TESLA: Yes, these are some of my most important discoveries. I’m a defeated man. I have not accomplished the greatest thing I could. JOURNALIST: What is it, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: I wanted to illuminate the whole earth. There is enough electricity to become a second sun. Light would appear around the equator, as a ring around Saturn.Mankind is not ready for the great and good. In Colorado Springs I soaked the earth by electricity. Also we can water the other energies, such as positive mental energy. They are in the music of Bach or Mozart, or in the verses of great poets. In the Earth’s interior, there are energy of Joy, Peace and Love. Their expressions are a flower that grows from the Earth, the food we get out of her and everything that makes man’s homeland. I’ve spent years looking for the way that this energy could influence people. The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food. Life has an infinite number of forms, and the duty of scientists is to find them in every form of matter. Three things are essential in this. All that I do is a search for them. I know I will not find them, but I will not give up on them. JOURNALIST: What are these things?TESLA: One issue is food. What a stellar or terrestrial energy to feed the hungry on Earth? With what wine watered all thirsty, so that they can cheer in their heart and understand that they are Gods?Another thing is to destroy the power of evil and suffering in which man’s life passes! They sometimes occur as an epidemic in the depths of space. In this century, the disease had spread from Earth in the Universe.The third thing is: Is there an excess Light in the Universe? I discovered a star that by all the astronomical and mathematical laws could disappear, and that nothing seems to be modified. This star is in this galaxy. Its light can occur in such density that fits into a sphere smaller than an apple, a heavier than our Solar System. Religions and philosophies teach that man can become the Christ, Buddha and Zoroaster. What I’m trying to prove is wilder, and almost unattainable. This is what to do in the Universe so every being is born as Christ, Buddha or Zoroaster.I know that gravity is prone to everything you need to fly and my intention is not to make flying devices (aircraft or missiles), but teach individual to regain consciousness on his own wings … Further; I am trying to awake the energy contained in the air. There are the main sources of energy. What is considered as empty space is just a manifestation of matter that is not awakened. No empty space on this planet, nor in the Universe.. In black holes, what astronomers talk about, are the most powerful sources of energy and life.JOURNALIST: On the window of your room in hotel “Valdorf-Astoria”, on the thirty-third floor, every morning, the birds arrive.TESLA: A man must be sentimental towards the birds. This is because of their wings. Human had them once, the real and visible!JOURNALIST: You have not stopped flying since those distant days in Smiljan!TESLA: I wanted to fly from the roof and I fell: Children’s calculations could be wrong. Remember, the youth wings have everything in life!JOURNALIST: Have you ever married? It is not known that you have affection for love or for a woman. Photos from the youth show you were handsome man.TESLA: Yes. I did not. There are two views: a lot affection or not at all. The center serves to rejuvenate human race. Women for certain people nurtures and strengthen its vitality and spirit. Being single does the same to other people. I chose that second path.JOURNALIST: Your admirers are complaining that you attacking relativity. The strange is your assertion that the matter has no energy. Everything is imbued with energy, where it is?TESLA: First was energy, then matter.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, it’s like when you said that you were born by your father, and not on you.TESLA: Exactly! What about the birth of the Universe? Matter is created from the original and eternal energy that we know as Light .It shone, and there have been appear star, the planets, man, and everything on the Earth and in the Universe. Matter is an expression of infinite forms of Light, because energy is older than it. There are four laws of Creation. The first is that the source of all the baffling, dark plot that the mind cannot conceive, or mathematics measure. In that plot fit the whole Universe. The second law is spreading a darkness, which is the true nature of Light, from the inexplicable and  it’s transformed into the Light. The third law is the necessity of the Light to become a matter of Light. The fourth law is: no beginning and no end; three previous laws always take place and the Creation is eternal.JOURNALIST: In the hostility to the theory of relativity you go so far, that you hold lectures against its Creator at your birthday parties..TESLA: Remember, it is not curved space, but the human mind which cannot comprehend infinity and eternity! If relativity has been clearly understood by its Creator, he would gain immortality, even yet physically, if he is pleased.I am part of a light, and it is the music. The Light fills my six senses: I see it, hear, feel, smell, touch and think. Thinking of it means my sixth sense. Particles of Light are written note. O bolt of lightning can be an entire sonata. A thousand balls of lightening is a concert.. For this concert I have created a Ball Lightning, which can be heard on the icy peaks of the Himalayas.About Pythagoras and mathematics a scientist may not and must not infringe of these two. Numbers and equations are signs that mark the music of the spheres. If Einstein had heard these sounds, he would not create theories of relativity. These sounds are the messages to the mind that life has meaning, that the Universe exists in perfect harmony, and its beauty is the cause and effect of Creation. This music is the eternal cycle of stellar heavens. The smallest star has completed composition and also, part of the celestial symphony. The man’s heartbeats are part of the symphony on the Earth. Newton learned that the secret is in geometric arrangement and motion of celestial bodies. He recognized that the supreme law of harmony exists in the Universe. The curved space is chaos, chaos is not music. Einstein is the messenger of the time of sound and fury.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, do you hear that music?TESLA: I hear it all the time. My spiritual ear is as big as the sky we see above us. My natural ear I increased by the radar. According to the Theory of Relativity, two parallel lines will meet in infinity. By that Einstein’s curved will straighten. Once created, the sound lasts forever. For a man it can vanish, but continues to exist in the silence that is man’s greatest power. No, I have nothing against Mr. Einstein. He is a kind person and has done many good things, some of which will become part of the music. I will write to him and try to explain that the ether exists, and that its particles are what keep the Universe in harmony, and the life in eternity.JOURNALIST: Tell me, please, under what conditions Angel adopt on the Earth?TESLA: I have ten of them. Keep good records vigilant.JOURNALIST: I will document all your words, Dear Mr. Tesla.TESLA: The first requirement is a high awareness of its mission and work to be done. It must, if only dimly, exist in the early days. Let us not be falsely modest; Oak knows that it is oak tree, a bush beside him being a bush. When I was twelve, I have been sure I will get to Niagara Falls. For most of my discoveries I knew in my childhood that I will achieve them, although not entirely apparent … The second condition to adapt is determination. All that I might, I finished.JOURNALIST: What is the third condition of adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Guidance for all the vital and spiritual energies in labor. Therefore purification of the many effects and needs that man has. I therefore have not lost anything, but just gained.So I enjoyed every day and night. Write down: Nikola Tesla was a happy man…The fourth requirement is to adjust the physical assembly with a work.JOURNALIST: What do you mean, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: First, the maintenance of the assembly. Man’s body is a perfect machine. I know my circuit and what’s good for him. Food what nearly all people eat, to me it is harmful and dangerous. Sometimes I visualize that chefs in the world are all in conspiracy against me … Touch my hand.JOURNALIST: It was cold.TESLA: Yes. Bloodstream can be controlled, and many processes in and around us. Why are you frightened young man?JOURNALIST: It’s a story that Mark Twain wrote a mysterious stranger, that wonderful book of Satan, inspired by you.TESLA: The word “Lucifer” is more charming. Mr. Twain likes to joke. As a child I was healed once by reading his books. When we met here and told him about, he was so touched that he cried. We became friends and he often came to my lab. Once he requested to show him a machine that by vibration provokes a feeling of bliss. It was one of those inventions for entertainment, what I sometimes like to do. I warned Mr. Twain as not to remain under these vibrations. He did not listen and stayed longer. It ended by being, like a rocket, holding pants, darted into a certain room. It was a diabolically funny, but I kept the seriousness.But, to adjust the physical circuit, in addition to food, dream is very important . From a long and exhausting work, which required superhuman effort, after one hour of sleep I’d be fully recovered. I gained the ability to manage sleep, to fell asleep and wake up in the time which I have designated. If I do something what I do not understand, I force myself to think about it in my dream, and thus find a solution.TESLA: The fifth condition of adjustment is memory. Perhaps in the most people, the brain is keeper of knowledge about the world and the knowledge gained through the life. My brain is engaged in more important things than remembering, it is picking what is required at a given moment. This is all around us. It should only be consumed. Everything that we once saw, hear, read and learn, accompanies us in the form of light particles. To me, these particles are obedient and faithful. Goethe’s Faust, my favorite book, I learned by heart in German as a student, and now it can all recite. I held my inventions for years  'in my head “, and only then I realized them.JOURNALIST: You often mentioned the power of visualization.TESLA: I might have to thank to visualization for all that I invented. The events of my life and my inventions are real in front of my eyes, visible as each occurrence or the item. In my youth I was frightened of not knowing what it is, but later, I learned to use this power as an exceptional talent and gift. I nurtured it, and jealously guarded. I also made corrections by visualization on most of my inventions, and finish them that way, by visualization I mentally solve complex mathematical equations. For that gift I have, I will receive rank High Lama in Tibet.My eyesight and hearing are perfect and, dare to say, stronger than other people. I hear the thunder of a hundred fifty miles away, and I see colors in the sky that others cannot see. This enlargement of vision and hearing, I had as a child. Later I consciously developed.JOURNALIST: In youth you have several times been seriously ill. Is it a disease and a requirement to adapt?TESLA: Yes. It is often the result of a lack of exhaustion or vital force, but often the purification of mind and body from the toxins that have accumulated. It is necessary that a man suffers from time to time. The source of most disease is in the spirit. Therefore the spirit and can cure most diseases. As a student I got sick of cholera which raged in the region of Lika. I was cured because my father finally allowed me to study technology, which was my life. Illusion for me was not a disease, but the mind’s ability to penetrate beyond the three dimensions of the earth. I had them all my life, and I have received them as all other phenomena around us. Once, in childhood, I was walking along the river with Uncle and said: "From the water will appear the trout, I’ll throw a stone and it is cut.” That’s what happened. Frightened and amazed, his uncle cried: “Bade retro Satan’s!” He was an educated and he spoke in Latin … I was in Paris when I saw my mother’s death. In the sky, full of light and music floated are wonderful creatures. One of them had a mother’s character, who was looking at me with infinite love. As the vision disappeared, I knew that my mother died.JOURNALIST: What is the seventh adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: The knowledge of how the mental and vital energy transform into what we want, and achieve control over all feelings. Hindus call it Kundalini Yoga. This knowledge can be learned, for what they need many years or is acquired by birth. The most of them I acquired by birth. They are in the closest connection with a sexual energy that is after the most widespread in the Universe. The woman is the biggest thief of that energy, and thus the spiritual power. I’ve always knew that and was alerted. Of myself I created what I wanted: a thoughtful and spiritual machine.JOURNALIST: A ninth adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Do everything that any day, any moment, if possible, not to forget who we are and why we are on Earth. Extraordinary people who are struggling with illness, privation, or the society which hurts them with its stupidity, misunderstanding, persecution and other problems which the country is full of a swamps with insects, leaves behind unclaimed until the end of the work. There are many fallen angels on Earth.JOURNALIST: What is the tenth adaptation?TESLA: It is most important. Write that Mr. Tesla played. He played the whole of his life and enjoyed it.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla! Whether it relates to your findings and your work? Is this a game?TESLA: Yes, dear boy. I have so loved to play with electricity! I always cringe when I hear about the one also the Greek who stole fire. A terrible story about studding, and eagles peck at his liver. Did Zeus did not have enough lightning and thunder, and was damaged for one fervor? There is some misunderstanding … Lightning are the most beautiful toys that can be found. Do not forget that in your text stand out: Nikola Tesla was the first man who discovered lightning.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you’re just talking about angels and their adaptation to the Earth.TESLA: Am I? This is the same. You could write this: he dared to take upon himself the prerogatives of Indri, Zeus and Peron. Imagine one of these gods in a black evening suit, with the bowler hat and wearing white cotton gloves prepares lightning, fires and earthquakes to the New York City elite!JOURNALIST: Readers love the humor of our paper. But you confuse me stating that your findings, which have immense benefits for the people, representing the game. Many will frown on it.TESLA: Dear Mr. Smith, the trouble is that people are too serious. If they were not, they would be happier and much longer would have lived. Chinese proverb says that the seriousness reduces life. Visiting the inn Tai Pe guessed that he visits the Imperial Palace. But that the newspaper readers would not have frowned, let’s get back to things which they consider important.JOURNALIST: They would love to hear what your philosophy is.TESLA: Life is a rhythm that must be comprehended. I feel the rhythm and direct on it and pamper in it. It was very grateful and gave me the knowledge I have. Everything that lives is related to a deep and wonderful relationship: man and the stars, amoebas’ and the sun, the heart and the circulation of an infinite number of worlds. These ties are unbreakable, but they can be tame and to propitiate and begin to create new and different relationships in the world, and that does not violate the old. Knowledge comes from space; our vision is its most perfect set. We have two eyes: the earthly and spiritual. It is recommended that it become one eye. Universe is alive in all its manifestations, like a thinking animal. Stone is a thinking and sentient being, such as plant, beast and a man. A star that shines asked to look at, and if we are not a sizeable self-absorbed we would understand its language and message. His breathing, his eyes and ears of the man must comply with breathing, eyes and ears of the Universe.JOURNALIST: As you say this, it seems to me like I hear Buddhist texts, words or Taoist Parazulzusa.TESLA: That’s right! This means that there is general knowledge and truth that man has always possessed. In my feeling and experience, the Universe has only one substance and one supreme energy with an infinite number of manifestations of life. The best thing is that the discovery of a secret nature, reveals the other. One cannot hide, there are around us, but we are blind and deaf to them. If we emotionally tie ourselves to them, they come to us themselves. There are a lot of apples, but one Newton. He asked for just one apple that fell in front of him.JOURNALIST: A question that might be set at the beginning of this conversation. What was Electricity for you, Dear Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Everything is Electricity. First was the light, endless source from which points out material and distribute it in all forms that represent the Universe and the Earth with all its aspects of life. Black is the true face of Light, only we do not see this. It is remarkable grace to man and other creatures. One of its particles possesses light, thermal, nuclear, radiation, chemical, mechanical and an unidentified energy. It has the power to run the Earth with its orbit. It is true Archimedean lever.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you’re too biased towards electricity.TESLA: Electricity I am. Or, if you wish, I am the electricity in the human form. You are Electricity; too Mr. Smith, but you do not realize it.JOURNALIST: Is it thus your ability to allow fails of electricity of one million volts trough your body?TESLA: Imagine a gardener who is attacked by herbs. This would indeed be crazy. Man’s body and brain are made from a large amount energy; in me there is the majority of electricity. The energy that is different in everyone is what makes the human “I” or “soul”. For other creatures to their essence, “soul” of the plant is the “soul” of minerals and animals. Brain function and death is manifested in light. My eyes in youth were black, now blue, and as time goes on and strain the brain gets stronger, they are closer to white. White is the color of heaven. Through my window one morning, landed a white dove, which I fed. She wanted to bring me a word that she was dying. From her eyes the light jets were coming out. Never in the eyes of any creature had I not seen so much light, as in that pigeon.JOURNALIST: Personnel in your lab speak about flashes of light, flames and lightning that occur if you are angry or into kind of risk.TESLA: It is the psychic discharge or a warning to be alert. The light was always on my side. Do you know how I discovered the rotating magnetic field and induction motor, which made me became famous when I was twenty-six? One summer evening in Budapest, I watched with my friend Sigetijem sunset. Thousands of fire was turning around in thousands of flaming colors. I remembered Faust and recited his verses and then, as in a fog, I saw spinning magnetic field, and induction motor. I saw them in the sun!JOURNALIST: Hotel service telling that at the time of lightning you isolate into the room and talk to yourselves.TESLA: I talk with lightning and thunder.JOURNALIST: With them? What language, Mr.Tesla?TESLA: Mostly my native language. It has the words and sounds, especially in poetry, what is suitable for it.JOURNALIST: Readers of our magazine would be very grateful if you would interpret that.TESLA: The sound does not exist only in the thunder and lightning, but, in transformation into the brightness and color. A color can be heard. Language is of the words, which means that it is from the sounds and colors. Every thunder and lightning are different and have their names. I call some of them by the names of those who were close in my life, or by those whom I admire. In the sky brightness and thunder live my mother, sister, brother Daniel, a poet Jovan Jovanovic Zmaj and other persons of Serbian history. Names such AsIsaiah, Ezekiel, Leonardo, Beethoven, Goya, Faraday, Pushkin and all burning fires mark shoals and tangles of lightning and thunder, which does not stop all night bringing to the Earth precious rain and burning trees or villages. There is lightning and thunder, and they are the brightest and most powerful, that will not vanish. They are coming back and I recognize them among the thousands.JOURNALIST: For you, science or poetry is the same?TESLA: These are the two eyes of one person. William Blake was taught that the Universe was born from the imagination, that it maintains and it will exist as long as there is a last man on the Earth. With it was a wheel to which astronomers can collect the stars of all galaxies. It is the creative energy identical to the light energy.JOURNALIST: Imagination is more real to you than life itself?TESLA: It gives birth to the life. I have fed by my taught; I’ve learned to control emotions, dreams and visions. I have always cherished, as I nurtured my enthusiasm. All my long life I spent in ecstasy. That was the source of my happiness. It helped me during all these years to bear with work, which was enough for the five lives. The best is to work at night, because the stellar light, and close bond.JOURNALIST: You said that I am, like every being, the Light. This flatter me, but I confess, I do not quite understand.TESLA: Why would you need to understand, Mr. Smith? Suffice it to believe it. Everything is light. In one its ray is the fate of nations, each nation has its own ray in what great light source we see as the sun. And remember: no one who was there did not die. They transformed into the light, and as such exist still. The secret lies in the fact that the light particles restore their original state.JOURNALIST: This is the resurrection!TESLA: I prefer to call it: return to a previous energy. Christ and several others knew the secret. I am searching how to preserve human energy. It is forms of Light, sometimes straight like heavenly light. I have not looked for it for my own sake, but for the good of all. I believe that my discoveries make people’s lives easier and more bearable, and channel them to spirituality and morality.JOURNALIST: Do you think that time can be abolished?TESLA: Not quite, because the first feature of the energy is that it transforms. It is in perpetual transformation, as clouds of Taoists. But it is possible to leverage the fact that a man preserves consciousness after the earthly life. In every corner of the universe exist energy of life; one of them is immortality, whose origin is outside of man, waiting for him. The universe is spiritual; we are only half that way. The Universe is more moral than us, because we do not know his nature and how to harmonize our lives with it. I am not scientist, science is perhaps the most convenient way to find the answer to the question that always haunt me, and which my days and nights turned into fire.JOURNALIST: What’s the matter?TESLA: How are your eyes brightened! … What I wanted to know is: what happens to a falling star as the sun goes out? Stars fall like dust or seed in this or in other worlds, and the sun be scattered in our minds, in the lives of many  beings,  what will be reborn as a new light, or cosmic wind scattered in infinity. I understand that this is necessary included in the structure of the Universe. The thing is, though, is that one of these stars and one of these suns, even the smallest, preserves.JOURNALIST: But, Mr. Tesla, you realize that this is necessary and is included in the constitution of the world!TESLA: When a man becomes concuss; that his highest goal must be to run for a shooting star, and tries to capture it; shall understand that his life was given to him because of this and will be saved. Stars will eventually be capable to catch!JOURNALIST: And what will happen then?TESLA: The creator will laugh and say: ”It fall only that you chase her and grab her.“JOURNALIST: Isn’t all of this contrary to the cosmic pain, which so often you mention in your writings? And what is it cosmic pain?TESLA: No, because we are on Earth … It is an illness whose existence the vast majority of people are not aware of. Hence, many other illnesses, suffering, evil, misery, wars and everything else what makes human life an absurd and horrible condition. This disease cannot be completely cured, but awareness shall make it less complicated and hazardous. Whenever one of my close and dear people were hurt, I felt physical pain. This is because our bodies are made as of similar material, and our soul related with unbreakable strands. Incomprehensible sadness that overwhelmed us at times means that somewhere, on the other side on this planet, a child or generous man died. The entire Universe is in certain periods sick of itself, and of us. Disappearance of a star and the appearance of comets affect us more than we can imagine. Relationships among the creatures on the Earth are even stronger, because of our feelings and thoughts the flower will scent even more beautiful or will fall in silence. These truths we must learn in order to be healed. Remedy is in our hearts and evenly, in the heart of the animals that we call the Universe. Reference:interview that scientist Nikola Tesla gave for magazine "Immortality” in his laboratory in Colorado Springs. 

baby dragon au that I’m not writing because I have a hundred other plot bunnies already:

  • it’s come to my attention that rather than 5 reds, it’s most likely there’s one of each chromatic color. this is even better tbh
  • clones of the Conclave, obv, but only Raishan’s was mature enough to function. but then when her soul was transferring, Vax did something deathy and Pike did something lifey and Percy did…something; no one’s really sure what (possibly including Percy himself) but you can be damn sure they’ll ask later because there was a considerable amount of black smoke billowing from his sleeves at the time
  • somehow it all results in five dragons who really are just fresh babies? no memories? most everyone’s ready to kill them, except Pike stands between the dragons and her friends as a cleric of Sarenrae, goddess of second chances
    • I, for one, ignore the whole “alignment/personality by nature” thing whenever possible, and so would Sarenrae. Anyone can be anything they choose to be.
  • and then Vex starts petting them
  • it all goes downhill (GETS WAY BETTER) from there

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Acomaf headcannon

Can you imagine Rhys everytime he sees Feyre, because if so imagine this as well.

He gets indescribably nervous whenever he sees her, he begins to worry if he looks good in his outfit. He wonders if she actually means what she says abut him. He wonders if she even talks about him. If she’s ever asked Mor a question about him. He cares far more about what she says, what makes her smile who makes her smile than anything else.O ften times he’s failing at doing high lord work because, did you see the way Feyre looked at that painting, did you see the glimmer of a smile in her eyes, did you see the pain in her face, what was she thinking.

Can you imagine Rhys being in equal part glad but annoyed that feyre is able to shut him out of her mind so completely, can you imagine the way he would wish she wasn’t able to, so he could hear her thoughts, so he could listen to a part of her that wasn’t trying in vain to keep him away.

Can you imagine the care in his eyes whenever he catches Feyre with her guard down, or when hey were in the summer court and the rage in his body when Feyre was smiling at Tarquin and he had to continue to flirt away as if he didn’t care.

Can you imagine how it would feel when he would fly with her in his arms. When she grew her own wings. When she choose him over Tamlin. When she screamed his name when he got hurt.

Can you imagine how he felt when she kissed him in that inn, when she kissed him, he didn’t make her, she jus, did it, can you imagine how still his world must of gone, how much he must of wanted to just drag her closer to him, and kiss her back and be rid of all the secret and hush hush over the fact that she was his mate.

And can you imagine how it felt when he got to come home to see her in his bed, to hear her say that she loved him, to be given her little smiles. Can you imagine the fascination he had in his eyes whenever he saw her artwork. Can you imagine how proud he would feel when she would mark him with bites and nail mark. Can you imagine how insufferable he became to Cassain and Azreil because sometimes all he could talk about was her.

And finally, can you imagine how he felt when she left him for the spring court. Again. Can you imagine how it ripped him apart to know that after everything, after the hell they had been through, Feyre felt as if she had to walk through hell again. Can you imagine how that tore him apart.

And now, can you imagine Rhys working his way into her thoughts, always being there, and telling her that she wasn’t walking through hell alone again, not as long as he was breathing.

And feyre telling him the same to him.

the adventures of tiny lil jackson and also fairy!mark (part two)

fandom: got7
pairing: mark tuan/jackson wang
rated: pg
summary: Meeting Mark turned out to be the best thing to happen in Jackson’s life.   
genre: fluff, humor, fantasy  
wordcount: 2257
note: inspired by @tinyliljackson​. if you recognize this it’s because it used to be on ao3 forever ago but then i took it off there. sequel to the adventures of tiny lil jackson and also fairy!mark (part one).
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Everything about Mark fascinated Jackson–his wings being one of the main things. A decade plus a century could pass and Jackson would still be in love with them. He couldn’t get pass the fact that there were tiny little people out there like him, but ones who could be born with things coming out of their backs to enable them to fly. Some days Jackson daydreamed about having his own pair of wings, and Mark would find the boy creating a pair from flower petals. (Of course, Mark would stop Jackson from diving off tree branches to test out his questionable creation.)

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Finally finished the fluffiness. One of the many reunion scenes I’ve been imagining for Rey and Finn, hopefully in Episode VIII.
I guess Rey will start out wearing the last outfit she used in The Force Awakens. My mind insists in putting Finn alongside with Poe, flying his own X-wing, so here he uses the pilot’s attire, but it’s not complete, for some reason lol. Rey is rocking a new hairstyle, as practical as before, yet very beautiful. I love braids!!!
Well, thanks to the lovely glamaphonic for helping me with part of the text, so it could be more comprehensible to everyone.

I hope you all enjoy!

anonymous asked:

Someone should write ancient greece!stony, where Steve is the Achilles/Heracles "hero" type and Tony the simple but clever Odysseus type, i'm just saying

i could kISS you. i’ve wanted more greek mythology au’s in this fandom since day one.

  • steve as achilles who’s just lost patroclus, in all this blind terrible rage and grief and the only one who can talk him down and get him to rejoin the battle is smart, clever tony as odysseus
  • alternatively, everyone thinking achilles has died and odysseus convincing patroclus to take up his mantle and fight in his name only for him to die and achilles to return :))))) coUGHS LOUDLY ABT CIVIL WAR PARALLELS.
  • BUT ALSO: eros x psyche. steve as psyche who never gets to see eros without his metal mask, but only knows him as two men: iron man and tony. steve’s in love with both but he thinks he can only ever be with let alone touch one of them. ultimate greek mythology identity porn au. 
  • orpheus x eurydice. steve as eurydice plunged into the underworld after he bleeds out on the courtroom steps and tony moving literal heaven and earth to bargain with whatever devil he can find to bring him back
  • my favorite is steve as atlas for obvious reasons, atlas carrying the world  and all its burdens on his shoulders. and i know it’s unrelated by tony as prometheus because it fits so well. the genius, the futurist so full of hubris paying a hundredfold for the sacrifice he dared to make for mankind.
  • tony as icarus. but a combination of icarus/daedalus where he builds his own wings and wants to fly so badly and kiss the sun that he’d risk falling every single damn time. except the one time he does fall and maybe steve (as apollo, as a nereid, idk) saves him from drowning.
  • and of course steve as heracles. i’ve seen tony as megara a bunch of times but tony as athena would be hella awesome. rule!63 tony or 3490!tony as the goddess of wisdom and military victory looking out for the brave beautiful hero who was always destined to be amongst the stars.

[ @nichtschaden continued from X ]

“Yeah just–” He huffs as some black feathers fly in his face, taking hold of the injured wing, one of his own wrapping around his other to keep it still as he peers at it, “…Its not too horrible, just on an annoying nerve. If you hand me a syringe we can get it to start healing.”

He leans over a bit on his shoulder, “Can you do that without knocking over everything in the room?”

Preening

“Well, that was cheerful,” Lothar said, letting the atmosphere around the campfire settle heavily. The bone of meat in his hand was no longer quite so appealing. He wished he hadn’t laughed, hadn’t taken Garona’s statement as teasing - the truth was more horrifying and he wished he didn’t know it. Wished that it hadn’t happened at all.


He finished eating in silence and cleaned off his hands before unfurling a wing and starting to comb his fingers through the feathers. He’d grown used to doing this around campfires over the years, in the presence of other soldiers where there was little enough privacy for things that mattered, let along grooming, but it was slightly strange to know the others here weren’t soldiers. Khadgar didn’t seem to care about the presence of others, however, and had draped a wing forward over his shoulder to do the same.


Lothar ignored him. Like his sword and armour, his wings were equipment that needed regular maintenance. It wasn’t vanity on his part - their mottled brown colour meant that vanity had never been a true consideration and their massive size meant that even frequent grooming felt like fighting an uphill battle sometimes. And indeed, the pile of loose feathers and fluff he was pulling free was growing. By the time he was finished it would probably be large enough to fashion a whole set of wings by itself. It should have been impossible to lose so many feathers regularly and still have so many left, but logic didn’t seem to apply.


“You still stare,” Garona said. It wasn’t - exactly - challenging. But neither had her first statement been, either, despite the words.


“Look,” Khadgar said, apparently ignoring the repeated implication of desire. “I just wondered if you wanted a hand with your wings.”


Lothar raised his head to look at him. That was… forward.


Garona was frowning, looking between Khadgar and her own wings. They… should have been beautiful. They were an iridescent green colour, even more striking than her skin. But they were ruffled and patchy, missing feathers and the long primaries on the right had clearly been cut so she couldn’t fly. Lothar had itched to preen them, too, when he’d helped her armour up. But unlike some people he had a sense of decorum and knew which lines not to cross. Though at least Khadgar didn’t have the dubious power difference - technically he and Garona were both Lothar’s prisoners, though neither of them acted like it.


“You do that for each other?” she asked.


“Oh, yeah,” Khadgar said and Lothar had to give him credit for keeping a straight face at such a blatant lie.


“Family, usually,” he corrected, because help was all well and good but it helped nothing to give Garona the wrong impression.


“Usually, yeah,” Khadgar agreed. “But in Dalaran we all helped each other.”


Maybe not a lie after all, then. Light, now Lothar had to imagine dozens of little mage children all trying to preen each other because they had no parents. As if it hadn’t been bad enough already. Was it better or worse than wondering if Garona had ever had anyone help her? Had ever, even, known how to do this herself?


“It’s hard to do it all by yourself,” Khadgar went on, earnestly. “You can’t really reach properly, especially the ones on your back.”


Garona lifted her chin, just slightly, like a challenge. Like she might have bee wary, but wasn’t going to let it stop her. “Yes,” she said.


Khadgar brightened, and moved around the fire to sit down in front of her, slightly off center. It wasn’t usual practice, but it was probably safer and kinder than trying to sit behind her. He stretched his own wing out and tilted forward, bent flat until it lay in her lap. Garona twitched her wings out, hesitantly, like it wasn’t a motion she was practiced with.


“Wings pick up an awful lot of dirt and dust,” Khadgar said, gently starting to shift the outer feathers. “And they’re pretty easy to bend and break. So you want to clean them out and make sure they’re lying smoothly-” He sounded normal, like it wasn’t the first time he’d had to explain wing care to someone. Lothar hadn’t been that eloquent when he’d been trying to teach Callan and his son had learnt mostly by example.


Garona started to carefully mirror him, sharp tipped fingers gently carding through the grey feathers in her lap. Lothar, feeling strangely like he was supervising, left them to it and went back to his own wings.


“What do you do with them?” Garona asked, breaking the comfortable silence. “The feathers?”


“Whatever you like,” Khadgar asked, blinking up at her. “Some people just throw them out. Some keep them - make things. Jewelry, clothes, blankets.”


Cally had done that. She’d come from a poorer family than him, had been used to making do with shed feathers for warm cloaks and quilts. She’d been fascinated with his, even when he’d reminded her that if she no longer needed it - that if she was cold they could have fur or thick woven cloth. She’d stitched her wedding dress with his feathers, had worn one of his primaries in her hair - it had stuck up ridiculously, so high she hadn’t been able to walk through the church doors without bending it.


“I have seen people wearing them,” Garona said. “For Orcs, they would be trophies of things killed. But your queen wears her mates feather in her hair and it did not seem likely.”


“Yeah,” Khadgar said, a little uncomfortable with that, “that’s pretty common. People swapping feathers when they’re married. Not just married people - friends. Or, I don’t know, just if you find a pretty feather. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”


They kept going and switched wings. Lothar was pleased to see how much better Garona looked, with her feathers neatly aligned and their iridescence vibrant.


“Want me to do your back?” Khadgar asked. “Or you do mine first? I know I’ve got a few bent feathers there.”


He turned, wings spreading outwards to show off the wing joint. Even from a distance Lothar could pick out a few spots of trouble - the problem was, unless you wanted to wear a backless shirt, you had to put up with fabric rubbing at the joint, which tended to bend the feathers out of shape. And those were the ones most difficult to reach. Garona’s hands were tentative as she tried to help, but Khadgar couldn’t exactly point things out to her, though he was twisting his neck over his shoulder to try.


Lothar sighed. “This one,” he said, rising and moving closer, slowly enough that if Khadgar had any objection - any at all - he’d have time enough to voice it. There was none. He reached out, uncomfortably aware of what he was doing, and guided Garona’s hands. The feathers here were soft and small, almost downy. It had been a long time since he’d done this for anyone.


One of the longer outer feathers was crooked, and Lothar tried to straighten it, fingers finding the bend. The shaft was cracked, bruised black where the blood had pooled and stopped. He considered it, then plucked it loose.


“Hey!” Khadgar yelped, more startled than hurt.


But Garona drew back, just a fraction. “Why did you do that?” she asked.


Lothar nearly gave a very sarcastic reply, but remembered her own bare wings just in time and felt only vaguely ashamed. “Broken feathers don’t heal,” he said. “And damaged flight feathers are dangerous. If they give out while you’re in the air, you’re in trouble.”


He dropped the feather and stepped back, retreating to his spot. And it was a retreat.


Khadgar picked up the feather and inspected it. Then he wiggled it, right in Garona’s face. She bit at it, almost reflexively, and then glared at him. As offended as - well, as a cat that had ended up with a mouthful of feather.


“It’s not a nice one, but you can have it,” Khadgar said, once he’d stopped laughing. “If you like.”


Garona looked touched, though slightly dubious about the whole thing. She tucked it into her hair, though, next to the tooth comb.


Lothar went back to ignoring them, ruffling his wings to fluff the feathers up.


“You don’t offer him help?” Garona asked, with the same almost challenging chin lift.


It wasn’t really directed at him, but Lothar lifted his gaze back up, resigned to not being able to escape. Khadgar met his eyes, and his gaze was challenging. “Well, Commander?”


It had been a long time since Lothar had had anyone help him. Taria would, if he asked, but they were seldom in the same place and both were busy people.


But it seemed strange to decline after reassuring Garona that it was normal.


“Knock yourself out,” Lothar said. And if he extended his wing fast enough - hard enough - to smack into Khadgar and send him staggering back a step, well. Such things happened.


The glare Khadgar gave him said he knew they happened on purpose.


It had only been a gentle nudge compared to the force Lothar could have put into his wings. They were large and powerful things, weapons in their own right. Where some people could barely carry themselves - and some simply couldn’t - Lothar could fly for miles fully armed and armoured. And more importantly, he’d been able to carry Callan in flight right up until his sons fledgling wings had come in and he’d been able to fly on his own.

anonymous asked:

Hey, possibly a redundant question but I'm not entirely sure and really curious, is there any correlation of birds/bird symbolism with Loki (whether traditional, recon, UPG anything really)?

Loki is associated with air and flying quite a bit in the lore. One of Loki’s heiti is Sky-treader (which was also sometimes translated as Skywalker before Star Wars happened. lol.) At other points, he’s called Hawk’s Child and Vulture’s Path. (See this post for the original Old Icelandic terms.)

Furthermore, Loki actually transforms into a bird a few times. He borrows Freyja’s falcon cloak to scout for Thor’s hammer and to rescue Idunn from Thjazi. Interestingly, Thjazi is in the form of an eagle when he abducts Loki and Idunn to begin with.

In the Prose Edda, at least, Loki also owns a pair of magical shoes that allow him to fly on his own.

Some people think the Winged Man of Uppåkra is a depiction of Loki wearing the falcon cloak. But the piece could also be Volund the Smith, or some other figure.

In a less direct connection, Loki is known as “the Raven God’s Friend”, in reference, of course, to his blood brother Odin. Many modern devotees associate Loki with ravens as well for this reason. Alternatively, some associate Loki with crows and/or magpies, since they’re the raven’s wily corvid relatives.

If you’re interested in exploring the connection further, we encourage you to read the stories yourself. You can find links to some public domain translations on our reading list.

- Mod E

Seriously compare Obi-Wan and Anakin with Daedalus and Icarus though. Icarus did fall because of his own hubris, his own desire to grasp something he couldn’t obtain. He didn’t listen when Daedalus told him to fly between two extremes (the ocean and the sun), to find balance between them. However Daedalus was the one who gave Icarus his wings and taught him how to fly. So his own actions led to Icarus’ fall as well, and he blamed himself for it.

Angels and Spirits

A Jackunzel Winged AU. Events in this drabble are heavily inspired by mumiro’s drawings here, a further piece drawn by punziella here and two of my own manips which I have posted again with this story! :) (please click read more for the rest of the story)

“Jack…” my voice cracked as I reached out to cradle his face in my hands.

“Jack – Jack wake up. Wake up.” I brushed his hair away from his eyes, too afraid to shake him in case I caused more damage.

His skin had always been pale, but now it looked pallid; dead and dull, like all the life and laughter had drained away. I could see the blue veins showing through the delicate skin of his eyelids; eyelids that remained firmly closed, denying me the chance to gaze into his blue eyes once more no matter how often I called out his name.

I shivered as a chill wind blew around us and I pulled him into my arms. Stretching out my wings to try and provide us some shelter, I held back a hiss of pain as the movement pulled at my wounds. Though Jack had sheltered me from the worst, my wings must have got crushed against the rock face as we fell down the crevice and splashes of red now stained the once downy white of my feathers. A few of them lay scattered around us, mimicking the snow that Jack was so fond of.

I held back a sob. It was my fault. All my fault. If I’d only listened to him…

 

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Alright, so here’s part 2 to the monstrous Warren-centric thing I posted earlier. I promise I tried to have a bit more of him and Kurt actually interacting this time. We’ll see how that turns out.

Thanks again to Becca for helping me find the prompt to start this. This time, we ended up with “How about you step away from the weapon of mass destruction and we settle this like gentlemen?” “How about no?”
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“Get down from there!”

“Come up here and make me!”

“Varren!”

It had been almost 6 months since Warren had first found the feathers growing back in between the blades and pieces of metal on his back. 6 months since Kurt had apologized for injuring his wings in the first place. 6 months since the boys had started to really become friends.

Being friends with Kurt was surprisingly easy. He didn’t push Warren to talk about his issues like some of the other teens and adults did. He let Warren come to him in his own time. And he did his best to keep him distracted from the pain that came with his wings growing back. When Kurt suggested going to the professor to get something for the pain, Warren had balked at first, but eventually conceded. The pain meds he’d been given helped ease the symptoms, but not by much. He was still plagued by muscle cramps and pains anytime he stretched his back or torso.

It had been Hank that suggested that they finally start tearing away the metal and scraps to let his wings grow in easier. He warned that it’s be a painful process, but it might let them grow back faster healthier than if they had to weave their way between the crushed metal monstrosities he’d been stuck with since Apocalypse found him. Warren had immediately told him to do it, ignoring the professor’s half-hearted reservations.

The operation had indeed been painful. They couldn’t put him completely under, and the anesthesia seemed to wear off ridiculously quickly. They’d called Eric back to help them bend the metal away and keep it from slicing Warren up too much in the process, but they’d had to practically rip pieces of it out of his back, and Warren himself had been surprised to find that even just cutting away at the frame and twisted “feathers” hurt. Hank theorized that they were still, on some level, organic compounds that were connected to his nervous system. Apocalypse had truly outdone himself when he’d created them.

The results, however, had been well worth the pain. They’d removed everything that was damaged beyond repair, and most of the frame for them. The metal at the very base of his wings was too deeply embedded to be safely removed, so they’d simply split it open around the regrowing bones of his real wings. Seeing how much his true wings had regrown had brought tears to Warren’s eyes. They were weak, and had a long way to go, but they were there, growing on both sides. Kurt had appeared at his side what seemed like seconds after the entire thing was finished, and had stared at them in awe, reaching out to stroke them gently. Warren would forever deny the shivers that sent through his body.

Once they had been given space to freely grow back in without having to grow between the metal remains of the other ones or push them out, they’d started returning quickly. But that, of course, brought more pain. So Kurt and Ororo had rallied the others with a plan that essentially consisted of Keep Warren Occupied with Something at All Times. Trips to the mall were frequent, as were ice cream binges (Kurt had let slip Warren’s deep and undying love for the creamy treat, and the others had leapt on it). Jean and Jubilee would often commandeer the kitchen and have him help whip up huge sundaes or milkshakes with all manners of toppings. Warren had forced himself to admit how grateful he was for their efforts, and had promptly been on the receiving end of 3 hugs from Ororo, Kurt and Jubilee, an awkward clap on the back Scott, a sweet smile from Jean, and a thumbs up and smirk from Peter.

Ororo had been the one to suggest helping him stretch his wings and get them back in shape so he could start flying sooner and maybe start joining them in training as X-Men as well. After pestering him into agreement, he’d often find himself lifted rather unceremoniously into the air by either Ororo or Jean (via her telekinesis) and sternly ordered to spread his wings and pretend he was doing the flying while they carried him through the air, or would make him flap his wigs as if he were keeping himself in the air as they helped him hover a foot or two off the ground.

Once they deemed him strong enough to start flying mostly on his own, Peter had started grabbing him and giving him a running start to get him off the ground, or Kurt would pop up behind him and drop him from high enough that he’d have enough time to extend his wings so he could at least glide to the ground on his own. Jean and Ororo, like the mother-hens they were, were always nearby ready to catch him, just in case. Luckily, they never had to. He wasn’t sure if his pride would have been able to take it if they had. Scott and Jube were often standing nearby watching, Scott standing awkwardly, usually by Jean, while Jubilee would occasionally send out encouraging fireworks for him, especially whenever he reached some accomplishment, like staying in the air on his own for a certain amount of time, or pulling off a simple aerial maneuver for the first time in what felt like years.

Finally, one day, Kurt asked if he wanted to try taking off and flying completely under his own power. They’d had him flying essentially on his own for about a month, and he’d started occasionally using his wings to lift himself a foot or two off the ground or give his jumps a little boost for a little more than that. But he had yet to completely lift himself off the ground and into flight on his own power. Kurt had mostly stopped popping up and dropping him from various heights, except to mess with him, but Peter, Jean or Ororo would usually help give him a boost to get off the ground.

Warren had sucked in a deep breath before nodding. The group had quietly followed him down to a spot where he could get a good running start to help get himself off the ground. Ororo had laid an encouraging hand on his arm, and Jean had reminded him that they’d be right there if he needed them, before everyone stepped back to give him space, lining his path like lights on an airplane runway. Kurt had beamed at him before teleporting to stand across from Jubilee at the end of the two lines they’d formed. Warren took another deep breath, nodded to himself, and started to run.

He passed Jean and Ororo, Scott and Peter, and as he passed Kurt and Jubilee, he slowly spread his wings, reveling in the stretch that the movement brought now rather than the ache from before. He jumped, and slowly started to give strong, steady flaps, lifting himself further and further into the air. He could feel the exertion the actions took, but he also felt himself rising steadily, easily clearing the treeline he’d been running towards.

And as he wheeled around gracefully in the air and saw his friends below him, Jubilee shooting off colorful fireworks as they all celebrated, it hit him: he was flying again! He was flying after nearly a year of being grounded, with his own wings back. He let out a whoop and put on a burst of speed, ignoring the mental caution Jean sent him to be careful not to exert himself too much. He couldn’t care less what strain he put on his wings, not while he was finally flying freely, truly freely, for the first time….for the first time ever. He did lazy laps around the grounds, flying over the mansion itself, passing by the windows, and buzzing the trees. When his wings finally began to tire of keeping him aloft on their own, he returned to where his friends were waiting.

He stumbled a little as he touched down, falling to his knees as he shook, tears leaking steadily from his eyes. Peter and Kurt were the first to reach his side, Ororo and the others not far behind them. He waved away their concern, not able to find the words to express that for the first time in his life, they weren’t all tears from pain or sadness. Jean understood, and soothed their concerns while he pulled himself together. When he straightened, his smile was met with cheers and and a group hug that even Scott took part in.

That had been almost a month ago. Now, he was back at almost full-strength. Hank and Raven had finally given the go-ahead for him to finally join the others in training in the newly-dubbed Danger Room (Scott was the one who thought up the name; he may have been excelling as a leader in simulations, but he wouldn’t win any awards for creativity. The only reason the name stuck was because of how on-the-nose it was). It was tough sometimes. He’d had to relearn how to fight and had begun testing the limits of the abilities and enhancements that his mutation offered; he no longer had the blades in his wings to use for offense, but the clawed tips of his wings served as functional weapons, and his time in the cage had drilled good hand-to-hand skills into him. Raven had also suggested saving a few of the remaining blades that he had shed and keeping them on hand to use. He was getting better and better, and was easily keeping pace with the others and proving to be an asset in the various situations they had them run.

For the current exercise, they’d been split into two teams: Warren, Ororo and Scott, and Jean, Peter and Kurt. The objective was simple: work as a team to make it through the maze of deadly traps and obstacles that the danger room threw at them in the sim it generated and claim the flash-drive in the center. “Interfering” with the other team’s progress was technically allowed, but blocking one another from progressing was not recommended. They’d also been informed that there was a lesson and specific outcome that they were expected to get out of this particular exercise. Warren had immediately pointed out that Peter’s team had a distinctly unfair advantage, since the speedster could easily just be in and out before the rest of them had even started the course. Their instructors had shared a secret smile and insisted that both teams had equal odds of completing the objective. Once they got inside the simulation, Warren was inclined to agree.

Peter had, as Warren predicted, dashed in ahead. But when the others entered, they found him ensnared in a gravity trap that forced him into slow-motion until he ran out of its range. And thus began the run of the most intense obstacle course Warren had ever experienced. All the other mutants seemed to agree with him. The adults had taken great pains to make this as brutal and challenging as possible, taking into account each of their abilities. Peter often triggered traps that froze him or forced him into slow-motion for a period of time; Kurt’s teleportation was pushed to the limit, as anytime he teleported away from one trap, he often ended up appearing in another, and several had been designed specifically to keep him from simply teleporting his way through the course, either zapping him the opposite direction he wanted to go when he teleported, freezing him, or sticking to him so it was brought with when he teleported; Jean had her hands full keeping away from the psionic blasts that were being sent out, and trying to keep control of some of the objects flying about haphazardly; while Ororo’s lightning was useful for shorting out some traps and devices, there were just as many zipping about that were meant to absorb electricity, and whenever she used it in range of their sensors, they’d often sip in out of nowhere to siphon her powers away from whatever she was attempting to zap; Scott was almost constantly engaged in duels with laser cannons as he tried to blast through whatever they sent out with varying results; and flying above the ground was hazardous, as Warren had quickly discovered that the upper part of the room was lined with nearly invisible nets and traps meant to hinder anyone attempting to fly out of reach of the ground obstacles.

Neither team had made much headway as far as Warren could tell. He’d managed to fly up to take control of one of the cannons, somehow unsurprised to find a spot that allowed manual control. He’d been about to take aim at the thing sending blasts of pink energy at Ororo when Kurt had appeared below him.

“Get your own cannon! I got here first!”

“Get out of the veapon of mass destruction and participate with good-ah, vhat’s the vord? Gentlemanly!”

“How about no. And the word you’re looking for is sportsmanship, Nightcrawler.”

“Ve are not supposed to hamper each other!”

“I’m not going to hamper anyone! I’m trying to get rid of the thing that’s after Storm!” Warren focused his attention on his target, taking aim and firing. He whooped when he took it out. He glanced around and saw Peter being thrashed about by a tentacle like obstacle that had gotten a hold of him. “Kurt, get Peter out of there!”

“On it!” Kurt disappeared before reappearing with Peter a second later. Warren continued covering Ororo, Scott and Jean as they slowly caught up.

“Ok. Clearly going at it separated isn’t working. We need a new plan. I think if we team up and work together we should be able to blast through this easily.”

“But Varren, they separated us for-”

“They split us up but told us not to hamper each other! They never said not to work together. At this point, I don’t care who gets that stupid flash drive, the faster we get through this, the better. And we can get through it faster if we work together. You know, how we actually would if we were really in a situation like this? Haven’t they been trying to drill teamwork into our heads this entire time?”

The others exchanged glances.

“It does seem counterproductive to be competing against each other when we’re supposed to be a team….” Jean admitted.

“And we definitely haven’t been making any progress separated like this,” Ororo agreed.

“If it means we stop moving through this at a snail’s pace? I’m in favor of teamwork.”

“Alright, so we’re doing this?” Scott looked around and everyone nodded. “Ok. What are our options?”

They put together a hasty strategy. Storm would focus on shorting out as many things as she could, particularly the laser cannons and psionic beam emitters, while Jean kept the electricity absorbers away from her. Scott was to focus on blasting apart the gravity and teleportation traps, while Kurt and Peter played interference and kept people as much out of harms way as possible. Jean had also agreed to shift the nets and air traps out of the way so that Warren could fly with his newly acquired cannon and play aerial support. With their plan solidified, they threw themselves back into the fray.

Warren watched from above with pride as they began tearing through every obstacle thrown their way. He blasted any goodies that Scott and Ororo were too busy to see or missed, calling out warnings of things that were ahead to those below (thanks enhanced vision). He had to occasionally perform evasive maneuvers when missiles locked on him, but his teammates always had his back.

They’d almost reached the end. Warren could see where the prize was being held. He was eyeballing the distance to it, trying to work out what the odds were that once someone had it, the entire thing would shut down and whether he could fly fast enough to get it without leaving his teammates exposed. He was about to go for it when he heard Kurt shout a warning at him. He turned to see one of the orbs from earlier in the course flying at him, gearing up to blast him out of the air. He took aim with his cannon but it dodged his blast easily. Warren braced for impact when he heard the telltale sound of Kurt teleporting, felt a tail wrap around his waist, and suddenly found himself on the ground across the room.

He stared at Kurt for a second in shock before snapping out of it as he saw the orb approaching rapidly behind him.

“Kurt, look out!” He grabbed the blue mutant and leapt into the air, pulling him with him. They barely managed to get out of the way before the thing crashed into the wall behind them, the force of it knocking them out of the air again. Warren winced as he felt the muscles around his back and wings twinge a little. He’d probably just strained something. He could deal with it later.

“Varren….Danke!”

“Don’t mention it. You saved my ass first so….we’re even I guess. Now c'mon! We’re almost there! The flash drive is just ahead!”

They battled forward, and soon enough it was within view.

“Kurt, go!” Warren shouted, and in an instant Nightcrawler had vanished. The next moment, all the weapons of the danger room shut down, including Warren’s cannon, and the simulation disappeared around them. Kurt reappeared beside him, holding the flash drive triumphantly. Raven and Hank entered and walked towards them, pleased looks on their faces.

“Well done. You managed to pull that off remarkably well!” Hank praised them.

“Even though we teamed up?”

Raven shook her head. “Assuming we’d done our jobs correctly in placing all the obstacles, there shouldn’t have feasibly been a way for one group to finish without some assistance from the other.”

“The point of this exercise was to show you that you’re more effective working as one team, and that when one of you succeeds, you all do. You’re not competing for glory here. Remember that,” Hank added. “Alright, I think that was enough training for the day. Go get yourselves cleaned up.”

They all shuffled out past the two instructors, high-fiving and talking cheerfully amongst themselves. Kurt passed the flash drive to Raven, who accepted it with a gentle smile, before running to catch up with the others.

“That vent vell,” Kurt remarked, walking beside Warren.

“Yeah it did. This whole team thing is kinda working out.”

Kurt hummed his agreement. “Celebration ice cream?”

“Hell yeah!”

Kurt laughed, his tail wrapping around Warren’s arm and bamfing them into the kitchen. This had become a tradition of theirs. Every so often, they’d go to the kitchen, just the two of them, a split an entire carton of ice cream, just like they had that first day when Warren had told Kurt that his wings were returning. They’d talk about anything that came to mind, but we’re also content to simply spend time in each other’s company.

“What flavor shall ve have this time?” Kurt asked.

“Let’s try the caramel crunch! I haven’t had it yet.”

They sat down beside each other, a spoon for each of them in the carton between them. Warren immediately began digging in.

“You’ve been doing very vell in training,” Kurt noted. “You are flying longer every time it seems.”

“All thanks to you guys. If you hadn’t pushed me to start trying to get my wing strength back after the operation, I probably wouldn’t be anywhere near this shape now.” Warren stopped for a minute. “Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve to be able to fly again….”

“Varren….you shouldn’t-”

“I’ve done horrible things, Kurt. I fought and hurt mutants in the cage, probably killed a few. And I didn’t regret it. Would’ve tried to do the same to you if I had been given half the chance. I helped….I tried to destroy everything. I helped try to kill all of you. And you still rescued me. I thought that….after everything, losing my wings, having those metal things crushed beyond repair, that was the price is have to pay for that. I had to live with him marking me, and I would never be able to fly for myself. But you, the professor, everyone….you’ve all just….given me that back….more than I can ever repay.”

“Engel….” Kurt reached out to place his hand gently on top of Warren’s. “You’ve earned this. You’ve vorked hard for this, gained our trust. And before that, you did vhat you could to survive. And now, you are vorking to fix vhat you did. You may have been misguided, but you have found the light again. You are flying again because YOU vorked for it. Ve did not simply give flight back to you. Ve simply helped you along the way. It’s vhat friends are for.”

“Heh….you know sometimes I think you see more good in people….in ME than there actually is.”

Kurt shook his head, twining his tail gently around Warren’s ankle and leg as he scooted closer. “No. You just don’t see enough of it. You told me you could not be an engel. And yet here you are, training beside us to help people. You belong here just as much as the rest of us do, Varren.”

There were still days where Warren woke from nightmares where his wings were still twisted beyond belief. Where Apocalypse had been successful, and the world he’d come to know, the people he’d come to call friends, we’re all gone. Where he was still stuck in the cage, fighting battles that he knew no one ever truly won. He was still angry and sometimes rude and antisocial. He still had a long way to go before he could become the person the others saw in him. But sitting pressed against Kurt, his wings spread out behind him to engulf them both while Kurt’s tail twined around him, eating ice cream and enjoying each other’s company, Warren knew it wasn’t a journey he’d be making on his own.
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Ok so somehow this managed to be even longer than part 1 at over 3700 words….the ending bit is more what I intended to have in part 1, but I’m glad that I decided to hold off until this part. I’m fairly pleased with this, although I’m not entirely sure about some of the pacing….oh well, I guess we’re going with it.

If anyone is interested, I could write little snippets of things that happened in this, such as Warren’s wing physical therapy stuff or the ice cream binges. Or I could try to continue this and do another part. Or both! Let me know! Whatever you guys are interested in!

This is for @ein-teufel-im-engelskreis @imadjobsessedbandaddict @sailingmeships @subject-to-feels and @fangirl–of-everything for being so supportive of part 1 and specifically asking that I continue it. I may not have done this without that. Also shoutout to @owl-in-the-tardis for again helping me find a good prompt that fit these two so well. Hope you enjoyed!

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but cas with wings though!! and cas really liking his wings being touched like the way some people like having their hair stroked!! and cas’s wings having a mind of their own and moving when he talks and just being really tactile, patting sam on the back, touching dean’s shoulder to stop him charging into something reckless, and when he hugs you (because he learned how now!!) his wings lean into it too like he’s hugging you with everything he’s got!! and his wings would be raven-black but when they were at the right angle in the right light they’d look like a color that’s indescribably beautiful, like grace and heaven are written into the dna of the feathers (✿◠‿◠)

oooh and dean with wings!! all tawny brown and powerful like a hawk, and he would freak out because of his thing about flying but he would get used to it easily since they were his own wings and he knew they wouldn’t fail. and his wings kinda move without his permission sometimes, rising up in front of sammy and cas to shield them from whatever is happening, and sometimes they try to hug sam without dean telling them to bc dean is a big stupid cuddleslut and wings act on instinct. and don’t get me started on cas, oh jesus cas would be freaking enthralled by dean’s wings, he’s stare at them with a look on his face of just total awe, but wings act on instinct after all, and so dean’s wings would puff up and arch over and reach for cas’s like they were born to, and dean doesn’t get wing language but he sure as hell understands the look on cas’s face after that (◕‿◕✿)

oh oh oh and sam with wings too!! and sam’s would be white like a dove’s, and he’d be confused for a while and nervous bc the poor bab doesn’t think he deserves them, and certainly not pure white ones, but he does and they’re his and they’re incredible, and he learns how to fly way quicker than dean too and just loops all over the place and cas teaches him tricks bc who says angels don’t ever have any fun?? and sam never gets total control over his wings and when he’s happy they sorta flap dorkily without him noticing and dean laughs at him but then sam points out that dean used to freaking proposition cas with his wings without realizing it, which shuts dean up nicely, and cas grins a lil bit from behind his coffee (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

team free will with wings (◉‿◉✿)

some angsty kid iwaoi headcanons because we can’t always have nice things (nice, cute ones here

  • it was often just the two of them playing together. the other kids didn’t really like oikawa and to some extent, even picked on him solely bc he was small and bc their parents usually said “you should be more like tooru-chan” (jealously runs deep and kids are nasty) 
  • iwaizumi didn’t like the kids that picked on tooru so he either ignored them or fought those who liked to pick on oikawa so they were just alone most of the time
  • (iwaizumi hates that he can’t just fight the people who have damaged oikawa anymore)
  • when people did try to become friends with oikawa, they always wanted something whether it was help to get a girl or to play with a toy he had which lead to oikawa having trust issues and and why he’s so good at faking smiles and putting on a facade 
  • iwaizumi knew oikawa from when he was a baby so he didn’t care what oikawa had or what he could get. it’s why he also got so good at differentiating between oikawa’s smiles
  • when they were much smaller, their parents used to use a blanket to swing them in the air so it was like they were flying. when they got too old for that, they would always find new ways to fly whether it was the swings or making their own space ship out of cardboard (iwaizumi swore to himself that he would make oikawa fly the highest because he didn’t have wings of his own)
"Liar"

She was many things, and she was not many things. She was a fighter, and she was not a winner. She was a wanderer, and she was not happy. She was a liar, and she was not the Avatar.

She had told her parents that she was returning to Republic City. Over two years had passed, and she could not stay. She told them in a letter, for the day that she left, she told nobody. Not her parents, not Katara or Kya, not Naga. They had all been so hopeful, and she didn’t want to upset them, so Korra just started walking.  

She walked through blizzards and deserts and volcanic fields and walked and walked because that’s what helped her feel normal. If she simply walked and did not bend, she was normal. The soreness of her legs each night as she curled up with her bag reminded her that she was human. The sun would rise and the sun would set and Korra took in the world with the sand between her fingers and the sun on her neck and the saltwater of the sea clinging to her skin.

There was a disconnect. Somewhere.

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A War On Two Fronts | Part Thirteen

Summary: All he has to do is kill her. If the Demon Prince can kill Princess Lucy Heartfilia, the war will be over and victory will be theirs. But he can’t do it. And she can’t quite bring herself to kill him either.

Rating: M                 Ff link

Words: 1637

A/N: Been sick for the past week so I couldn’t really work on this. Uni is starting soon too, so updates may not be as regular as they once were. I’m sorry, but I hope you like this chapter. Please let me know what you think!

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What’s Known

In the weeks that past, Natsu found his mind wandering more and more.

He came to resent the time between his meetings with Lucy. Zeref had barely given him any missions lately, so instead Natsu was forced to spend his time confined in their fortress, alternating between training, eating and hunting.

When he did leave the fortress, be it to see Lucy herself or to meet with Happy, he knew his brother noticed. He knew Zeref sensed that he was lying about where he was going. Ever since his brother had lost the ability to spy on him, it hadn’t taken Zeref long to abandon all trust completely. There was barely any brotherly love left between them, and Natsu seldom found himself mourning that loss.

Although he did wonder why Zeref had yet to put him in chains, like he used to.

Knowing that it was likely his confinement was drawing near, Natsu spent what little freedom he had wisely.  

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