Having one’s wings detached was supposedly the second worst pain an angel could experience. It went beyond just a physical sensation to one that tore through their very being. The worst? Existing without them.
Being wingless stripped them of everything that made them divine, leaving them disconnected. They were no longer part of Heaven but neither did they belong on earth and they would be destined to remain caught between both worlds for eternity.
Thanks to you, Gabriel was not currently experiencing that fate. Yours, on the other hand, currently hung in the balance.
From underneath the thin layer of snow, the first bloom of springtime emerged. He resisted the temptation to crush it beneath his heel. He was Heaven’s mightiest weapon. His power was absolute. His strength rivaled by few things in existence. He could snap entire civilizations out of existence and had, on a few occasions. He could storm the gates of Hell on his own and make quite the dent in its army before something figured out a way to take him down. He could hold the entire Eastern seaboard in its own time loop for weeks if he wanted.
can I get uhhhhhh avatar au klance ft. lance making keith a water tribe necklace 😭😭😭
A blast of fire momentarily consumed the table top. Then Keith took a deep breath and realized what he did, letting out another stream of curses as he patted down a few stray smoldering spots. Steaming in front of him on the table was a small circular pendent, once blue but now ashy black. Not that it mattered; an ill placed chisel notch had ruined the swirling pattern of waves he had been so, so close to perfecting.
“Everything okay in here?” Shiro’s head popped into the doorway, his brows raised, “You burn down my apartment yet?”
“Not yet,” Keith grumbled.
“Good, I wouldn’t want to ruin my reputation with my landlady,” Shiro gave him a wink, that stupid chin up, little bro expression he always got.
Keith just scowled, grabbing the pendent to wipe off the layer of char.
“Hey-” Suddenly Shiro was behind him, laying a hand on his shoulder and smiling reassuringly. “He’ll love it no matter what. Don’t worry.”
Keith just sighed, looking down at the smooth disc that turned over in his fingers. He hoped Lance would love it. But first Keith had to love it. And how could he ever be satisfied with something that was supposed to be the physical representation of his love for the most perfect man on the planet?
Had a great first day at con today! I got to meet (and get a signature from) @ngoziu, which was pretty much the height of excitement for me.
It was also so much fun wandering around as Baris again. I even re-met a few folks from Dragoncon, who recognized the costume, which was pretty cool. Tomorrow, I debut my rendition of Depa Billaba, so (hopefully) look forward to some fresh cosplay photos tomorrow. BTW, if any of you lovely folks of tumblr are wandering around ECCC and want to say hi, let me know. I shall be there every day of con.
Finally, a brief cosplay progress update: Leia’s jewelry is done, and not a moment too soon (I finished it after I got home tonight). I never did manage to get the cheap plastic from the 3D printing on the necklace totally smooth, but I think it looks pretty good in spite of the flaws, and bracelet is nearly perfect.
So hey love your writing and had a sudden urge for some angsty rebelcaptain. Prompt for you: "Then leave!" As soon as it left his mouth he knew he had made a mistake, but he didn't take it back, even as the door slammed shut behind her.
Hey anon you know me so well I do like writing angsty Rebelcaptain fic (aside from smutty and fluff, or course). Sorry it took longer than expected, and hope this is angsty enough!
Their last mission was a combined work between
intelligence and her Pathfinder team to examine a discarded Imperial facility,
and although Cassian was more than happy to be able to work with Jyn, it soon
He was to watch from afar with his scope and
sniper-configured rifle when the Pathfinder suddenly ambushed by a local gang
who had overtook the place and use it as a trap for intruders. Cassian managed
to shot several members who came too close with the Rebels – already taking
shelter inside an abandoned building – before he spotted one separatist
carrying an explosive that was too quick for him to even take aim.
Cassian felt his body went cold as the building
shattered into fire and dust and suddenly, he was six years old all over again.
He was running too, then, trying to reach his father even though each step made
his feet heavier and air almost stolen from his lung. Last time, his father
didn’t reappear from the rubble. Not then, not ever. Last time it happened, it
turned his world upside down.
But this time they managed to escape unscathed, safe
for small bruises and dust. This time Jyn came back to him, but the damage has
The morning before her departure to a long solo
mission, Cassian hear his door hissing open just as he finishes getting
“Cassian, is something wrong?” Always get to the
point, his Jyn. Nevertheless, he didn’t meet her eyes and instead busied
himself by putting the items he used to carry in his pockets one by one.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he replied
“You’ve been avoiding me, that’s what.”
“Don’t insult my intelligence. Would you really want
me to elaborate all the basis of my arguments, or will you just tell me why you’ve
been acting strangely the last three days?”
Cassian didn’t reply instantly, still doing things
just to avoid her eyes. It wasn’t her fault, which he knew of. But at the same
time Jyn also knew that hi was never good with words. That they’re both still
learning to give way to their softer side after years of hardship. So how can
he possibly tell her that he’s scared?
“I’m fine,” is what he eventually said.
“Just tell me what’s wrong?”
“Is it me? Is it something I did?”
“Should I repeat
Jyn froze at the sudden raise in his voice, but he
needed that. He needed to be alone now. Instead, Jyn stepped closer and he was
force to finally look into her eyes. Her face remained neutral but Cassian has
been a spy for too long to know she’s holding her temper.
“Don’t lie to me, Cass. I know you have something in your mind and it’s about me, because you only act like this to
me. I’m leaving in 30 minutes and you know damn well I don’t like to go before
settling things down with you.”
“Oh, so you don’t trust me now?” his own voice now low
with restrained rage.
“This is nothing to do with trust. Cassian, I just…I
wanted to help, alright? You can’t keep pushing people who care about you away.
If you do, they will eventually left and—“
“Then leave!” As soon as it left his
mouth he knew he had made a mistake, but he didn’t take it back, even as the
door slammed shut behind her.
Cassian threw anything that he’s holding back to the
table then paced the room, already feeling like shit.
love you, that’s what he wanted to yell at her, but that would
be wrong. You don’t yell angrily to the person you love, yet how else he’s
going to tell her that he cared too much, it terrifies him? He came too close to losing her the way he lost his
father, and it reminded him on how hurt it could be to loose someone you love, to constantly worry about hundred
ways Jyn could get into danger and not make it back to. The thought had slipped
into him during missions, as well as regular visitor to his nightmares.
Rubbing the back of his neck tiredly, Cassian’s
fingers came into contact with the thin strap of his half-Kyber necklace, the
smoothed edge resting warmly over his heart, and he was reminded that Jyn too,
shares the same fear. With the remaining bit of her childhood superstition, she
had given him the only thing she believes would provide the same protection to
him as it has been to her.
After giving a quick glance to his chrono, Cassian
made his way out to towards the hangar.
Because the truth was he couldn’t imagine a better
life than now, with something to return to, or to take care and worry for.
Moreover, that something was not just an inanimate faith to the Rebellion, but
an actual human being he could hold and call his own, in a form of Jyn Erso.
Two things came to his mind.
The first one was a memory from the night Cassian
first made love to her. “Everyone always leave,” she had said, “Sometimes I
wonder what it feels like to be the one who left.”
The second one was the fact that Jyn was damn good at
disappearing without a trace.
Teaser/Summary: An AU sparked from a songfic challenge, The Unknowns is based on Season One Episode Nine, Dean met reader in Lawrence as a child and they created an unbreakable bond. At the end of The Unknowns, reader decided to stick with her boys because she felt something coming but she holds secrets; one she holds close to her heart and a few that she doesn’t even really know yet.
Word count: 4768
Lines borrowed from season one episode sixteen, “Shadow” in Bold.
Dean snapped the phone shut after yet another pointless message. There was no way in hell John would make it. He could be anywhere and he’d never answered their phone calls in person up until this point, why would that change now? Maybe y/n was right. Maybe this was too neat.
“Yeah.” He stood and looked at the fully loaded bag Sam dropped on the bed. He glanced up, “did you see her?”
That puppy dog look appeared then his gaze dropped to the bag, “yeah. She said she just needs some time.”
Dean nodded and looked into the bag, “it’s better if we keep some distance or it just…” He waved his left hand between his chest and his brother’s, “we have to break the loop, she calls it. She can’t calm us both down so… it’s probably worse now with the bond.” He lifted three books needing to get his head off what he had done and looked at Sam.
Sam shrugged, “I ransacked it. I’m not sure what to expect so I guess we should just expect everything.”
He picked up a gun and started prepping it and Sam followed his lead watching him from the corner of his eye. “Nervous?”
“No. Are you?”
“No. No way.” Sam clenched his jaw then looked down. “Can you imagine if we actually found that damn thing and killed it?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“I know, I’m just sayin, what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I’d sleep for a month. Go back to school. Have something normal again.”
Dean glanced at him, “school, huh?”
“Yeah, what about you guys? I mean you and y/n could actually have a life without me around all the time as the dorky third wheel.”
“You’re not a dork. You’re a nerd, there’s a difference.”
my stim toy collection for the @stimtastic giveaway!
I mostly stim with objects that aren’t really meant for it, like the rubber ear part of earbuds or jacket hood strings. just whatever’s convenient. but here’s the actually toys I do have!
- Stretchy/squishy caterpillar
- Chew necklace
- Smooth “worry” stone
- Slime (I have a LOT and I love making it too!)
- Spinner ring (I used to have two and I JUST lost the other, I’m super upset about it)
Gavin in Ryan’s jacket and Ryan wearing Gavin’s golden sunglasses and jewellery though.
Like, it’s supposed to be a one-time joke, just for shits and giggles [Ryan wearing his usual Vagabond facepaint accompanied with golden sunglasses and gold jewellery seems to be pretty amusing to Michael]
But after that Gavin often finds himself stealing Ryan’s jacket, reasoning it with ‘I was cold and your jacket just happened to be there, Rye,’ which is a lie, honestly. Yes, it’s comfortable and warm, but Gavin just likes the way it smells like Ryan - like leather, gunpowder, and the cologne Gavin bought him for his birthday. It smells like home, and it calms him more often than not during a heist.
Ryan finds himself wearing Gavin’s sunglasses, because he likes the way it makes Gavin smile every time he sees him in them. ‘You silly sausage, you stole my sunglasses again,’ Gavin would often say, sounding amused.
Ryan also likes when Gavin holds his hand and runs his thumb over the rings on his fingers and then brushes his hand over Ryan’s neck, smoothing the golden necklace wrapped around it, murmuring ‘You look good in those, love.’ It makes Ryan shiver every time.
30 days of Krista and Becca Ritchie: day twenty four ~ a shakespeare quote
Connor slides beside me on the bed, his legs nestled against mine. He fingers my diamond necklace, smoothing the thin chain and inadvertently tickling the hollow of my collar. I glasp his hand before the sensation makes me squirm.
He stares at me deeply, whispering. “Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”
One of my favorite quotes. I turn a fraction, just enough so that our lips don’t suddenly collide. “Shakespeare,” I breathe.
My thoughts migrate to my heart. A kiss is at a breath’s distance, and despite my sore body, I want a repeat of last night.
Love all. Love. I’ve accepted Connor for who he is, even his anti-love beliefs. But why the hell did he have to choose that quote?
“You can’t seduce me with Shakespeare.” I command my thoughts to return to my brain. Come back, Non-Gooey Rose. I put considerable amount of distance between our lips, scooting to the right. “Especially with a quote about love.”
“Darling, I don’t need to seduce you,” he says, “I already have you.”
normally, the shimmering chain of Luke’s necklace was tucked safely under the hem of his various black and navy cut offs and the majority of his rings hidden in his pockets for the duration of gigs until he’s alone with you after hours and his sweaty concert shirt is crumpled somewhere in the corner of the room and his skinny jeans have been replaced with a pair of joggers that are set low on his toned hips as he comes from the shower with ruffled, wet tipped hair and his piercing secured between his teeth as he finds you tucked in an arm chair with your phone clutched in your fingers, your thumb pad exhausted from scrolling through your social media outlets and you can barely get out a “hi” before he’s gently removing your phone from your grasp and tossing it aside before crouching between your legs, his long fingers spanning across your knee caps as his lips hover inches from yours, the pendent of his necklace now dangling off the smooth planes of his pale chest and the intricate designs of his rings brushing against your bare thighs as his rough lips now slot fervently to yours, the thin curve of his piercing effectively chilling every sensitive inch of your body as the bands lining his expansive digits tease your inner thighs before his hands are crumpling your shirt up past your tummy so the smooth metal off his necklace trickles down your skin as he hotly drags your bottom lip between his teeth before chastely working on your jawline while he periodically mumbles incoherent profanities into your skin
i’ve done a shop feature on mineralogydesign before, and i have one of their necklaces. swoon. i couldn’t let today’s theme thursday pass without showing off three of my favorite turquoise gemstone finds here!!
@look-how-they-shine-love as always please let me know if you would like to be added or
A/n: Okay so just a time line explanation here, so Finn and Rae are 19/20 and the time starts from their current age and the current date in the fic so Valentine’s day 1999, so when the time changes its that much from that day give or take a few days. So if it says 1 month its one month after vday, 1 year, 1 year after vday give or take a day few days etc ..I hope it makes sense I don’t want to confuse you after having confused myself lol. At the end they are 26/27 :D
How Caroline made is through dinner without jumping
Klaus’ bones was an endeavor in itself. He looked so sexy, sitting there across
from her with that devilishly handsome smirk plastered across his face. He was
wearing a fitted gray dress shirt, the collar open to show his smooth chest and
necklaces around his neck. His hair was perfectly mussed, making him more irresistible
than usual. All Caroline wanted to do was pull him across the table by the
necklaces and have him take her right then and there. (It had been a while, and
she was tired of daydreaming about having her way with him).
heavily throughout the dinner, easily falling into the comfortable banter that
seemed to be a staple in their relationship. Only this time it was laced with
the relentless sexual tension that both Caroline and Klaus had tried to desperately
hide in the past.
“Who knew that you arresting me would bring us
to this?” Caroline laughed and Klaus ducked his head, embarrassed.
“I’m still really sorry about that,” he
Caroline shrugged before taking a sip of her drink.
“I don’t mind it so much anymore. Those handcuffs gave me a lot of
Klaus’ eyes darkened considerably at her remark,
causing Caroline to shiver in anticipation. She had meant to tease, but clearly
her body and Klaus had other ideas.
The Engineer’s Guide to Dating the Avatar (pt. 10)
Sometimes, Asami would worry that she had somehow “broken” Korra.
After all, Korra fumbling with her words and getting very flustered was very unexpected. But being the engineer that she is, she takes notes on just how to “handle” the avatar the way that only she can. It’s a labor of love, really.
(One shots revolving Asami and Korra and their inevitable romance post book 4. Will get updated as I can be assed to write. May include mature content in the future. Also posted in ao3 by wegglebots. That is me. Do not be alarmed.)
Making sense of the mess that’s in my head has never been easy.
When I put pen to paper, that’s easy. That makes sense. That I can do as easily as breathing, as listening to my own heartbeat. I can arrange things in melodies and harmonies, cross out bridges that confuse the verses, shell out choruses with words that rhyme and roll off my tongue – simple.
But I’ve sat tapping my pen against my notebook night after night, trying to find the words to say, trying to come up with a half-way decent hook…and nothing comes. I try to convince myself that I love him, because I should. He’s the first person in my life who’s felt…stable. The first person who I felt like I could really rely on, who would never, ever cause me heartache. He makes me feel safe and comfortable, and that’s what I should want; I mean, isn’t that what love is supposed to be like? Safe and comfortable?
I can’t write him a love song. I can’t make anything rhyme and I can’t find the words to describe this feeling.