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marchosias01 · 6 months

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imagine you're living in the post apocalypse and your adopted dad still makes you do homework

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marchosias01 · 7 months

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Balance and Barbers

After the death of Jake, Finn makes routine trips to Prismo's Time Room, to try and spark up a bromance that never was.

[Commissions] [Carrd] [Soup of the Day]

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marchosias01 · 8 months

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Awhile ago @ouidamforeman made this post:

This shot through my brain like a chain of firecrackers, so, without derailing the original post, I have some THOUGHTS to add about why this concept is not only hilarious (because it is), but also...

It. It kind of fucks. Severely.

And in a delightfully Pratchett-y way, I'd dare to suggest.

I'll explain:

As inferred above, both Crowley AND Aziraphale have canonical Biblical counterparts. Not by name, no, but by function.

Crowley, of course, is the serpent of Eden.

(note on the serpent of Eden: In Genesis 3:1-15, at least, the serpent is not identified as anything other than a serpent, albeit one that can talk. Later, it will be variously interpreted as a traitorous agent of Hell, as a demon, as a guise of Satan himself, etc. In Good Omens --as a slinky ginger who walks funny)

Lesser known, at least so far as I can tell, is the flaming sword. It, too, appears in Genesis 3, in the very last line:

"So he drove out the man; and placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life." --Genesis 3:24, KJV

Thanks to translation ambiguity, there is some debate concerning the nature of the flaming sword --is it a divine weapon given unto one of the Cherubim (if so, why only one)? Or is it an independent entity, which takes the form of a sword (as other angelic beings take the form of wheels and such)? For our purposes, I don't think the distinction matters. The guard at the gate of Eden, whether an angel wielding the sword or an angel who IS the sword, is Aziraphale.

(note on the flaming sword: in some traditions --Eastern Orthodox, for example-- it is held that upon Christ's death and resurrection, the flaming sword gave up it's post and vanished from Eden for good. By these sensibilities, the removal of the sword signifies the redemption and salvation of man.

...Put a pin in that. We're coming back to it.)

So, we have our pair. The Serpent and the Sword, introduced at the beginning and the end (ha) of the very same chapter of Genesis.

But here's the important bit, the bit that's not immediately obvious, the bit that nonetheless encapsulates one of the central themes, if not THE central theme, of Good Omens:

The Sword was never intended to guard Eden while Adam and Eve were still in it.

Do you understand?

The Sword's function was never to protect them. It doesn't even appear until after they've already fallen. No... it was to usher Adam and Eve from the garden, and then keep them out. It was a threat. It was a punishment.

The flaming sword was given to be used against them.

So. Again. We have our pair. The Serpent and the Sword: the inception and the consequence of original sin, personified. They are the one-two punch that launches mankind from paradise, after Hell lures it to destruction and Heaven condemns it for being destroyed. Which is to say that despite being, supposedly, hereditary enemies on two different sides of a celestial cold war, they are actually unified by one purpose, one pivotal role to play in the Divine Plan: completely fucking humanity over.

That's how it's supposed to go. It is written.

...But, in Good Omens, they're not just the Serpent and the Sword.

They're Crowley and Aziraphale.

(author begins to go insane from emotion under the cut)

In Good Omens, humanity is handed it's salvation (pin!) scarcely half an hour after losing it. Instead of looming over God's empty garden, the sword protects a very sad, very scared and very pregnant girl. And no, not because a blameless martyr suffered and died for the privilege, either.

It was just that she'd had such a bad day. And there were vicious animals out there. And Aziraphale worried she would be cold.

...I need to impress upon you how much this is NOT just a matter of being careless with company property. With this one act of kindness, Aziraphale is undermining the whole entire POINT of the expulsion from Eden. God Herself confronts him about it, and he lies. To God.

And the Serpent--

(Crowley, that is, who wonders what's so bad about knowing the difference between good and evil anyway; who thinks that maybe he did a GOOD thing when he tempted Eve with the apple; who objects that God is over-reacting to a first offense; who knows what it is to fall but not what it is to be comforted after the fact...)

--just goes ahead and falls in love with him about it.

As for Crowley --I barely need to explain him, right? People have been making the 'didn't the serpent actually do us a solid?' argument for centuries. But if I'm going to quote one of them, it may as well be the one Neil Gaiman wrote ficlet about:

"If the account given in Genesis is really true, ought we not, after all, to thank this serpent? He was the first schoolmaster, the first advocate of learning, the first enemy of ignorance, the first to whisper in human ears the sacred word liberty, the creator of ambition, the author of modesty, of inquiry, of doubt, of investigation, of progress and of civilization." --Robert G. Ingersoll

The first to ask questions.

Even beyond flattering literary interpretation, we know that Crowley is, so often, discreetly running damage control on the machinations of Heaven and Hell. When he can get away with it. Occasionally, when he can't (1827).

And Aziraphale loves him for it, too. Loves him back.

And so this romance plays out over millennia, where they fall in love with each other but also the world, because of each other and because of the world. But it begins in Eden. Where, instead of acting as the first Earthly example of Divine/Diabolical collusion and callousness--

(other examples --the flood; the bet with Satan; the back channels; the exchange of Holy Water and Hellfire; and on and on...)

--they refuse. Without even necessarily knowing they're doing it, they just refuse. Refuse to trivialize human life, and refuse to hate each other.

To write a story about the Serpent and the Sword falling in love is to write a story about transgression.

Not just in the sense that they are a demon and an angel, and it's ~forbidden. That's part of it, yeah, but the greater part of it is that they are THIS demon and angel, in particular. From The Real Bible's Book of Genesis, in the chapter where man falls.

It's the sort of thing you write and laugh. And then you look at it. And you think. And then you frown, and you sit up a little straighter. And you think.

And then you keep writing.

And what emerges hits you like a goddamn truck.

(...A lot of Pratchett reads that way. I believe Gaiman when he says Pratchett would have been happy with the romance, by the way. I really really do).

It's a story about transgression, about love as transgression. They break the rules by loving each other, by loving creation, and by rejecting the hatred and hypocrisy that would have triangulated them as a unified blow against humanity, before humanity had even really got started. And yeah, hell, it's a queer romance too, just to really drive the point home (oh, that!!! THAT!!!)

...I could spend a long time wildly gesturing at this and never be satisfied. Instead of watching me do that (I'll spare you), please look at this gif:

I love this shot so much.

Look at Eve and Crowley moving, at the same time in the same direction, towards their respective wielders of the flaming sword. Adam reaches out and takes her hand; Aziraphale reaches out and covers him with a wing.

You know what a shot like that establishes? Likeness. Commonality. Kinship.

"Our side" was never just Crowley and Aziraphale. Crowley says as much at the end of season 1 ("--all of us against all of them."). From the beginning, "our side" was Crowley, Aziraphale, and every single human being. Lately that's around 8 billion, but once upon a time it was just two other people. Another couple. The primeval mother and father.

But Adam and Eve die, eventually. Humanity grows without them. It's Crowley and Aziraphale who remain, and who protect it. Who...oversee it's upbringing.

Godfathers. Sort of.

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marchosias01 · 1 year

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Hell yeah, Hunter's a palisman carver.

A MUSTARD BIRD (MUCH LIKE MY OWN)

"...only the thought of carving out a

palisman made his legs tremble."

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marchosias01 · 1 year

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SEX!

And now that I‘ve got your attention...

"Hunter."

He looked up at the voice. Hooty watched with his body coiling next to Dell. Eda was now downstairs and King stared at him with worry.

But that wasn't the voice he heard. Darius came out of the doorframe, his face plastered with parts concern and parts disgust for the careless handling of the palistrom wood and the knives, all set on a coffee table.

"Litt—" he began, but thought better of it. "Son?"

Hunter bawled.

Are you intrigued and wanna read more? Well don’t sweat it, ‘cause you got it all right here

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marchosias01 · 1 year

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A MUSTARD BIRD (MUCH LIKE MY OWN)

"...only the thought of carving out a

palisman made his legs tremble."

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marchosias01 · 1 year

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"Hunter could not hold back a flood. A river, maybe. A pond, for sure.

But not the tears that he had been holding back for such a long time."

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marchosias01 · 1 year

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Summore Adventure Time scribblies. I’m on a kick lately haha

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marchosias01 · 2 years

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A Tale of A Good Guy and his Shit-Bro

"Witches."

"Witches indeed," Caleb said. "Who knew magic could be so fascinating… right?"

"Degenerate bastards, the lot of 'em. Why did you even agree to this little trip?"

"You know witches, well, you don't really…" Caleb trailed off and hit his chin with one finger, deep in thought. "They have incredibly unique personalities. They're people, Phil."

"In the name of God, what are you saying?"

"I'm just…" Caleb looked at Philip, who was breathing intensely and looked at him with unbridled hatred. "What if witches are not the Devil's spawn? What if they are just… like us?"

"Like us?" Philip's tone of voice fell. That wasn't a good signal. "I thought I could use reason. I now see I was wrong. Only by the use of force may I redeem your soul."

Philip moved his hand slowly. He reached inside of his jacket. He looked at him, not with anger, but with sadness.

"Philip?" Caleb said, approaching his brother, reaching out. "Is something the matter?"

"No." The dagger in his hand shone, reflecting the light of the Boiling Isles' night sky. "Not anymore it isn't."

Set and Osiris. Romulus and Remus. Cain and Abel. Philip and Caleb.

The blood shed by a pair of brothers. One of the most cruel and heartless of crimes, herald of the future coming of disgrace.

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marchosias01 · 2 years

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OWL HOUSE PIRATE AU (SHORT)

The sun had begun to rise above the sea about half an hour ago. A red brig advanced steadily, rocked by the waves amidst the warm morning of the Caribbean, with ten cannons on each side. It had set sail to the Republic of Pirates, Nassau.

Edalyn, who had been captain of the vessel since the mutiny against Wittebane, sat with her back propped up against the mainmast, eyeing the quartermaster as they spun the helm.

Eda held a tricorn in one hand, the dried blood of old Captain Wittebane still staining it, and a bottle of rum in the other.

A hatch opened astern the mast.

A dark bush of hair peeked out, followed by a tan face. It was the newest recruit. Seventeen years old, nearing eighteen. The brown and glistening eyes on the girl's face crossed hers, golden and rough.

The girl smiled.

"G'day," she said.

Eda saluted her with the tricorn and chugged a mouthful of rum.

"Bit early to be out and about on the deck, doncha think?"

The girl shrugged.

"Early to be out and about drinking a bottle of rum all by yourself."

Eda gave a good laugh and winked at the girl.

"Got me there, kid."

She discarded the bottle of rum and patted a spot in front of her.

"Come sit, let's chat." The girl raised a brow but said nothing, and obliged Eda's request.

For a short while, both were silent, gazing at the sunrise. Dissipating orange and yellow ceded space to an unending blue, turning the horizon into a blur.

"Sun may never set for the Spaniards, but man is it pretty when it rises," Eda said.

The girl was stoic, still staring unblinkingly at the breathtaking show that ensued. She had seen the sunrise thousands of times but kept marveling at the sight of it. Always would.

"Not much of a talker, are you? Fine, I'll start." Eda crossed her arms. "Name's Edalyn Clawthorne, kid. What's yours?”

"Luz," she said. "Luz Noceda."

"A Spanish name?" Eda asked. "Are you familiar with these waters?"

Luz looked Eda in the eyes and nodded. "You could say that."

"Secretive, I see." Eda stood up and took Luz's appearance in. Tall but lanky. Wouldn't take up much space. And she could be funny, too. "Will serve you with this crowd."

"I've been around."

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marchosias01 · 2 years

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WINTER ONE-SHOT (in which Hunter does not know what "go out" means)

The flickering flame of a dying campfire illuminated both Willow and Hunter's faces. Both their pale frames adopted wavy ochre and orange hues, which helped to hide their reddening cheeks.

The shadows were companions in the cold night.

Minus the Collector, who laughed muffledly in the distance.

"After all this is over," Hunter said, beginning to stumble over his words. He inhaled and exhaled three times, before continuing. "Do you think that we... you know?"

Willow snickered. "Do I?"

Hunter growled. Willow snickered louder.

"I know what you're trying to say."

"Oh great. Please, spare me the embarrassment and answer directly, if you could?"

"No."

"Oh, it's oka—"

Willow put a hand on Hunter's knee.

"Hunter?"

He looked at her. His red eyes glistened, vivacious in the trembling light of the campfire. Thick glasses covered hers.

Hunter swallowed the lump in his throat and said, "Yes?"

"Do you want to go out with me?"

"Out of... what place, exactly?"

Willow cupped Hunter's cheeks with both hands. They burned.

Her thumb caressed Hunter's scar. She inched closer to him.

The fire crepitated for the last time as their lips met.

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marchosias01 · 2 years

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Philip stood in front of his brother, who bled and cried for his assistance. He dragged his remains to his hideout, on Bonesborough’s forest. It was close to the Knee. He hid from Evelyn there.

The pale witch came around a week later, wielding her palisman. His brother’s corpse had, fortunately, been covered with a dark cloth.

“Where is Caleb, your brother?”

Philip made as if he had not heard her and kept to his work, jotting down notes in his journal.

“Philip?”

He stared at the dark bump, far from Evelyn's sight, but inside his peripheral vision. “I do not know,” he said. “ Am I my brother’s keeper?”

Evelyn moved closer toward Philip, with her palisman at the ready. She asked, “What have you done?”

He turned to face her. She gaped at him with a furrowed brow and hoisted her palisman.

Philip jumped from his chair and wrestled with Evelyn to try and get the palisman off her hands.

Philip patted the pockets of his jacket. He grasped something and took it out. Evelyn’s palisman broke in half because of the deflagration caused by the fire glyph Philip had plastered on it.

“You bastard!”

Evelyn fell and took more time than usual to stand up because of her pregnant belly. It was enough for Philip to snatch her palisman, which bore some shadow of a resemblance to a whale, break it, and inhale the green effluviums that spurted from inside.

Philip’s flesh changed. It turned a mean, gray color. Two deer horns grew large and vertical on his head. The bones on his legs seemed to broke in half and dislocate, just to be reacommodated in unnatural ways.

Whatever that creature was, it roared at her. A drop of grey slime fell on her red dress.

It approached her slowly, like a cat playing with a mouse. Surreptitiously, she formed a spell circle.

The creature screeched when Evelyn launched a fireball at its face. It stood on its rear legs and growled, as the bones on its limbs broke and dislocated again, back to their normal position. Philip was left behind, a wretch, with a big scar running diagonally on his face. He fell on the floor with a thud!

“I killed him,” he said, before passing out.

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marchosias01 · 2 years

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WE ALL KNOW THAT RAINE AND EDA STARTED TO FLIRT WHEN THE DAY OF UNITY WAS AVERTED, RIGHT?

The chaos had subdued, at least for the moment. The eclipse was over. Sweat slid down Eda’s forehead. Raine twitched on her lap, opened their eyes, and looked up.

“Eda?” they mumbled. “What is going on?”

Eda didn’t answer. She keenly observed the Titan’s Skull from the high up platform; some serious business was going down.

Luz and King could be anywhere. Somewhere safe, she hoped.

“Something has stopped the Draining Spell, there’s no eclipse,” she said, more to herself than to Raine.

“What?” Raine tried to sit up and failed, as they were too dizzy. Their head drove back to Eda's lap.

“Don’t move too suddenly, your head must hurt like hell.” Eda put her hand on their forehead.

“Alright, alright.” They chuckled.

“I don’t have any idea of what happened, or how.”

Raine smiled smugly and said, “What a surprise, Mrs Clawthorne does not have any idea.”

“Are you really trying to start this off? You’ve just taken my arm off.”

“I’ll take off much more than just your arm.”

“Oh,” she said. “Feeling courageous today, aren’t we Rainstorm?”

“Ugh, I’m going to throw up,” said a voice nearby. “Love.”

Terra had recovered consciousness. Joy.

“While I do not subscribe to Terra’s ideas concerning love,” Darius said, standing up and shaking dust off his cape. “I do ask for you to get a room.”

Eberwolf made a sound in agreement.

“Mind your own business, party poopers.”

Raine let out a groan as they tried to get up. Eda lent them a hand.

“W-we’re in love,” Raine said nervously, and immediately regretted it. Eda’s face got the color of a bard track uniform. For a split second, Raine almost wished the Draining Spell had worked. “I-I mean, we’re not, obviously. We’re pals, the bestest of pals. Isn’t that right, Eda?”

RIGHT?

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marchosias01 · 2 years

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The statue in the park was gray and smouldered, and the bronze plaque on its pedestal read "Philip and Caleb Wittebane, Gravesfield Settlers, Born 1610 AD." Caleb. That was the fake name which Flapjack had proposed. He looked too much like him, and Gravesfield's seal was too similar to the Golden Guard insignia. Too similar.

Hunter didn't like it.

On the statue, Caleb came first, holding a book in his hands and staring forward. Philip was behind him, looking like a craven.

That must be what Belos (Philip) meant with "Out of all the grimwalkers, you looked the most like him."

He still hadn't come to terms with his existence as a clone. Gus and Luz had guided him through his identity crisis. They told him how he was much more than just some scales and seaweed mushed together.

He was a bookworm, maybe too eager at times, and a good friend. But was that him? Or was that Caleb? How much of his 'Ortet' was still in him, and how much was, well, still him? Was a cheap copy everything he could aspire to be?

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marchosias01 · 2 years

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CAMILA'S LIFE (PART 2)

There had been a fire in Norwich, prompted by a partially extinguished cigarette left in a closed room filled with propane from a broken gas heater. There were two casualties. One was Lázaro, the other a seventy-three years old woman whom he was trying to save. The roof caved in. Crushed them both. Or that’s what she tells herself, because the other option entails flesh being burned until the nervous ends stop functioning, and what’s left is a painless wreck that keeps on screaming. For his sake, and her own, Camila hopes it was fast.

When something like that happens, life loses meaning to some. A little percentage of those starts questioning things. An even smaller portion of people will commit suicide. Camila was not among any of those groups. Camila was able to busy herself with work at the veterinary, and when she came home, Luz was there. Only when she lay awake at night did she allow herself to cry. Every October 12, she leaves a flower inside of a ceramic vase in the kitchen, right beside a photo of him with them, under the window. Life goes on. And so, it went on for her.

Luz grew up, and a new kind of problem arose. And, maybe, her attitude toward it wasn’t the best. Should have talked it out with Luz. Lázaro knew how to talk. She didn’t. So she searched for summer camps, a way to loosen her up, obligate her, sort of, to make more friends. When she came back from camp, she was unaware it wasn’t her daughter.

She blamed the new weirdness and attitude changes on the Reality Check Camp. She suddenly wanted nothing to do with all the things she liked before. So when Camila found out it wasn’t her daughter, that it was Vee, she was relieved.

That was the third.

And then, her daughter came back from the place Vee had fled, and brought four friends with her.

That was the fourth.

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marchosias01 · 2 years

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CAMILA'S LIFE (PART 1)

Camila’s life has changed four times.

Just once, it was for the worst.

The first time, she’s barely able to remember. Around two years old, she arrived in the United States with her mother Lucía; sailed from the Dominican Republic and got dropped on Florida. They moved a lot, and occupied hundreds of motel rooms along the East Coast until her mother could afford a house.

She met Lázaro Noceda, a teen by the time, who wanted to become a firefighter when he grew up. She opted for a safer option, to become a vet. He used to say that the method didn’t matter, just the helping aspect. He asked her out on a date on her fifteenth birthday. She accepted. They got married when she was twenty-two. Luz was born when she was twenty-five.

Then, her life changed for a second time.

Lázaro had been working as a firefighter for the Gravesfield Fire Department, barely sustaining injuries. One time he came home with a red mark on his forearm, but nothing else. They joked about it. Naturally, when someone proceeds with caution, nothing bad should happen. But accidents have that particular element of surprise, don’t they? He got a call at midnight. He dressed hurriedly, gave her a kiss and went away.

That was the last time she saw him. The last words she said to him were “Yo también te quiero.”

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marchosias01 · 2 years

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"I'm not super smart, I'm just able to alter reality at will so whatever I claim is true."

"I'm aware you've been lying to the world, but your actual power is so damn cool I can't be mad at you."

Superheroes lie about their powers to protect themselves; some speedsters are actually just able to teleport, and some people with super-strength can just cancel gravity to make things lighter. You’re trying to come up with a plausible lie for your powers.

#writing prompts

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