#but differently

[dragon-lana]

If we're making celestial dynamics then Dean should be the Earth and Cas is both the Sun (esp in the early seasons as it would unintentionally burn the Earth if it'll get too close) and the Moon, they gravitate and spin around one another, but if they get too close they would only get ruined.

[merakoo]

Tumblr reversed the reblog update <3 (bless the heavens above) so I'll be uploading chapter eight on here as well in a bit!

[viric-dreams]

Tamaas (eventually Tamara)

Addressed as: Madam* (she/her)

Age: 23

Height: 5’0”

Occupation:

Main Skills: Shadowy, Watchful

Prominent Quirks: Melancholy

Closest to: The Urchins

*it's a form of address that feels strange compared to its Varchaasi equivalent, but she no longer has any claim to that title.

Backstory below the cut:

She never questioned her life, much like she never questioned her love for Mihir and her native Varchas. One rarely has to when all is well and life is easy.

She doesn’t understand why her brother did not share this contentedness. Fraternal twins, they were ever-close, sharing everything, but his interest in the Jewel-Turbaned Youth and his fanciful club was something that she simply could not get her mind around. The rest of the family paid it no mind—they’re harmless anyway. Let him have his fun.

She doesn’t know what it was that stopped her from retiring to bed that one fateful evening, a nagging in the back of her head that something was off. When she stepped back out into the yellow evening lamplight, a familiar shape slipping down the streets confirmed her intuition. Her brother made it as far as the Mirrored Gate before she clamped her hand around his wrist. Was he mirror-mad? What could he possibly be thinking? Who would want to leave the light, and to set sail on a steamer with a Tamaas captain he’d only met that morning? She’d argued with him, begging him to see sense, until they were both shouting. Deep in their quarrel, she’d barely noticed the shape in the mirror pressed up against his back until it was too late. It struck and he screamed, jerking to the side. Hand still latched around his arm, she slipped in turn, down the slope beyond the gate and both of their lives ended in an instant.

She’d later piece together what had happened from The Sympathetic Captain, most of her memories a blur, and Mihir knows, she’d had enough time on that ship to play her retelling back in her head in endless combinations. Before her brother had even met the ground, before his head had hit stone and his heart had stopped beating, he was Tamaas. As was she, not a fraction of a second later. The Captain had heard the commotion and was not far from the bottom of the cliff. She had insisted that the Captain take them both, that no one in the city would help them anymore. She had to get him to the next port where he could recover.

How his body had disappeared a day later, on a ship miles from the coast, was not one the Captain could answer, no matter how much she raged, how many objects in the cabin she smashed in her fugue. The Captain could only offer a sympathetic ear and a cup of tea.

When the ship finally docked in London she disappeared into the darkness, too ashamed of her grief to say goodbye. Her life was over, but somehow she would have to keep living, Tamaas or otherwise.

[blindfolded-nakedtruth]

"We are not weird, we are just wired differently."

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Guitarists playing with eachother's...micstands..

love these moments, memory from the 2022 tour by ig account rip_sync

Guitarists switching micstands and being playful 🥰

[tonguetiedraven]

Prompt: Gehenna Raised Rin

Pairing: BonRin

Part: one, two, three, four, five

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Gehenna was boring on the good days, and violent on the bad days. It was emptiness and desolation. The most interesting parts were dull in comparison to the vibrancy of Assiah.

Rin had never hated it— he wasn’t trapped in it so he didn’t have to hate it— but he’d never particularly loved it. Gehenna was where he lived, but it never felt like home. Nothing had ever felt like that. Rin had looked too, but he just hadn’t found someplace that gave him the same feeling.

Well… he’d had one place that felt like home, but he’d never told anyone. The old man had bought a bunk bed when Yukio was young, and Rin used to take the top bunk when he got to stay over. Shirou had insisted it was just cheaper than the twin bed, but he’d bought an extra mattress and red sheets, which was Rin’s favorite color.

Curled up on that bunk, listening to Yukio read his newest adventure book, Rin had felt a belonging he’d never felt anywhere else. Certainly not in Gehenna. 

He was a prince there, but it just… sucked. Demons were subservient because they were scared or they wanted something from him. His siblings were all manipulative assholes, and the ones who weren’t manipulative were still assholes. The demons he liked best stayed in Assiah, and there was no one to really talk to. It was worse in every way except one. In Gehenna he never had to hold his flames back, and he didn’t have to hide his features.

He had the tail wound around his chest right now, his stupid hat had been replaced with a hachimaki that covered his ears uncomfortably, and his flames were making his blood burn, but they were staying sealed. For now. Holding them back wasn’t pleasant, and it always left him a little antsy, but...

He could ignore all of that for the feel of Ryuuji’s hand in his own. 

Rin’s laugh was too loud for sneaking, and his smile was entirely uncontrolled. He could only hope his fangs weren’t too obvious, or if they were, Ryuuji just thought they were weird and not weird. They were almost there, and Ryuuji was going to love it. He might even get to hear Ryuuji actually laugh. A laugh he earned and not Koneko or Shima.

“Where are we going?” Ryuuji sounded almost as breathless as him. 

It was getting late. There was only a month left of school, and Rin was getting antsy about that date. Ryuuji might not stick around for summer, and Rin didn’t want to lose his friendship/romance headway. Yukio was out with the doctor stuff, and Rin was not wasting the opportunity for some one-on-one Ryuuji time.

“Someplace awesome!” Rin shoved the door open to the top stair case, and pulled Ryuuji after him. 

“Awesome? This place is a dump. Pretty sure we’re not supposed to be in here.” Ryuuji’s eyes were darting all over the cobwebs and chipped walls as Rin dragged him up the final stairs. “I can’t—”

“You’re not gonna get caught. And we’re fine. I checked.” Rin hadn’t, but Ryuuji didn’t need to know that. He flashed a grin over his shoulder and took in the way Ryuuji’s hair looked ruffled from the run. One day it would be ruffled and it would be because he made it that way. 

“I hope so. I can’t get expelled.”

Rin paused on the next to last step and looked at Ryuuji with a confused frown. “Expelled?” Kick Ryuuji out? Like hell he’d let that happen. Rin was tempted to go chew Samael out about that possibility right now and it hadn’t even happened. 

Ryuuji nodded slowly like he suddenly wasn’t sure about Rin’s intelligence. “Yeah? You know? The thing that happens to rule-breakers at fancy-ass schools?”

Rin forced a smile back on his lips. “Don’t be sucha worry-wort, nerd. You’re not gonna get expelled. Like I said, I checked. ‘Sides, I’d stop that from happening.” He started back up the last few steps, tugging on Ryuuji’s hand to make him follow. 

Ryuuji did with a disbelieving huff that was almost a laugh. “Cause they’re gonna listen to you?”

“Of course!” Rin grabbed the doorknob, gave it a twist, and shoved the door open to reveal the empty and fantastic roof. It was the only one on campus that wasn’t locked up. It also gave you a great view of the rest of campus, and the magically enhanced night sky. 

Ryuuji sucked in an audible breath as they stepped out and Rin swept his arm in an excited flourish. The demons that liked to lounge up here cringed back from his presence, and the gargoyles that guarded the edges started to dip their heads respectfully but cut the motions short when they saw the glare he gave them. 

“Oh,” Ryuuji slipped past him, not noticing the subservient demons or the fact that Rin had stopped moving as he looked around. He took in the extra chairs and blankets Rin had stashed up here, as well as the cooler, but didn’t seem to really notice them. His eyes were on the view instead, just like Rin had hoped they would be. Ryuuji was staring at the city spread below them with an awed expression Rin hadn’t seen on him yet, and it was fantastic. Not only had he surprised Ryuuji, he’d wowed him. Ha!

Rin bit his lip excitedly and stepped up beside Ryuuji as he turned his attention upwards to the star-filled sky. 

“Like it?”

Ryuuji nodded. “Sure. It’s a hell of a view.” His eyes darted to Rin, and it was kind of amazing how the stars seemed to make them sparkle. “Why?”

Rin blinked. “Huh?”

Ryuuji freed his hand from Rin’s (argh) and shoved his hands in his pocket a little uncomfortably. “Why take me here?”

“Oh,” it seemed kinda obvious to him, “I thought you’d like it? Also, no one ever comes here? I know you don’t get a lot of time by yourself? You can do all your chant stuff up here without anyone listening or bugging ya.” Rin would make sure the demons up here knew not to mess with Ryuuji. The smart ones were already leaving. 

Ryuuji’s eyes went wide. His cheeks were pink too. “G-good. I was afraid you were trying to ask me out again. I’d hate to keep telling you no.”

Rin grinned playfully and just

barely

resisted the urge to tell Ryuuji he could always just say yes when Rin asked. Instead, he grabbed Ryuuji’s elbow (not as nice as the hand, but better than nothing) and steered him towards the chairs to show him the snack station he’d rigged. He was willing to work for that date, and while he did, he was happy to just hang out.

[joey-wheeler-official]

Having complex feelings about gender™ again