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theholycovenantrpg · 3 years

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In the beginning was DAMIEN WARD, a HALF DEMON loyal to the cause of the DEMONS. He is said to be IMMORTAL and uses HE/HIM pronouns. In this New Testament he serves as the LEADER of the VICES. Blessed be his name.

THE INDELIBLE MARK.

Damien Ward’s advent had been wrought long before he had entered the world. A slice of carnage, the Antichrist would be spat out into the earth, falsely draping himself over God’s ethereal throne; though he would never quite fulfil this prevision, he is a force feared nonetheless. The Son of Lucifer was tucked away in Hell’s mouth when he was only a child—there, his providence burgeoned beneath Judas’s watchful gaze. Since razing his father, Damien has served as the self-anointed Vice of Wrath and Leader of the Vices, positions counterpoised not merely by his birthright but also the throes of fidelity he is capable of stirring. Woven by sublime beauty and lurid horror, he is able to enchant most to his wicked will, a sense of torment and unease washing over all those who dare venture close, and as he moves, a hollow cold moves with him. One seems to understand him as a creature cut from calamity. His touch causes things to rot by subjecting it to an expeditious ageing process: anything his fingers brush over is reduced to ash. Just as God had forged the world, pulling his Creation from his rib, Damien is its ruination, the ability to rend apart God’s cosmos his own. Angels are immune to his touch, fashioned as they are from divinity, though this does not diminish his power. The prodigiousness of his abilities often wander beyond his command, and thus he has resolved to wearing protective gloves, forged from crushed angel’s wings collected in the first wars on earth, to maintain control of his skill. Unlike his hordes of beasts, Damien wears no wings, but instead has the red mark of Ouroboros branded into his neck: a symbol of rebirth and death, marking out what might once have been his world to come.

THE HISTORY.

DROWNING TW, GORE TW

Monstrosity is a necessary ingredient in beauty. So the woman who would be his mother had always believed. Everything beautiful was also dreadful, because it was twisted and full of fear. Wild from violence, it demanded your horror; it needed you to be afraid. This was what had brought her before the dais of the Morning Star: though there was something crooked in the angel, there was also sublimity, that filial breath of God still curled timelessly around his rib. She mouthed a prayer, not for the beast entombed in Hell, but the changeling, half-angelic, his ancient wings spread so wide that they swallowed up the sun. The worship of Lucifer was hardly extraordinary, dipping hands into black rivers and coming up with gold, but falling onto your knees for the Light Bearer was a marvel. As if by some numinous draw, God’s dwindled torch tore his way up through the earth, she was that much of a wonder to him. The woman understood him; when she gawped into his eyes, she appeared to seize something masked in him; she seemed to know precisely who and what he was, far before that secret had betrayed itself to him. His ambition hooked itself around her worship, and though she hoped he would stay with her, he refused. Instead, he parted from her with a gift. From their courtship grew something entirely unexpected: a child. Lucifer cradled the boy in his arms, a creature that should not exist, but nevertheless did. Such was Lucifer’s power. Yet, a prophecy girdled itself around him. The portent held him captive. The Son of Lucifer will eat the world, the soothsayer foresaw. He will put his mouth to the earth, skies, and ravines deep below. He will chew up and spit out all things, even the Morning Star. Though he could not bring himself to kill the child, a seed of strife spread like sickness in Lucifer’s chest. He fled uneasily back to his caves, leaving mother and child behind. He hoped never to see them again.

Though Damien seemed to be an enchantment of his own, his mother conceded she found him, at times, quite strange—yet that, she supposed, also made him beautiful. That was what she had come to love in the Morning Star, no? Beauty, like a breath of winter that climbs your spine. But when she held Damien in her arms, tickling his feet or cupping his cheek, he would not laugh, he would not blink, and the feeling dug deeper. When they walked together in the forest, his cold hand in hers, savage beasts and ferocious animals seemed not merely allayed by his presence but, by some odd providence, drawn to him. Slowly, the woman began to imagine the rot that spread from the centre of her child’s heart. She saw how he had inherited his father’s blasphemy, which before she had refused to see, and she watched as the final morsel of divinity ebbed, wave-like, away from him. She winced as it buried itself beneath the soil. She could not escape his unblinking gaze, the muscles in his face refusing to jerk upwards, even when the child had cause to smile. Damien Ward looked always like a cold creature who never changed. His parentage hung above his mother like a dark blanket, and after eight years of contrite motherhood she finally found herself at the end of her thread, the yarn red as blood. Fog wound itself around the trees, and when the mist had cleared a scene of terror washed over her: there lay a body lying limply in the moss; she watched as the wolves walked meekly to join Damien at his side, their bloodied mouths licking gently at his fingers. Something evil had revealed itself to her that day and, unable to bear the plague she’d wrought, she stepped into the river and felt its waves wash over her.

Her death seemed to stir something powerful below the ground and, its summon extending a dark, claw-like hand beneath the soil, Judas answered its call. Something primal began to knot itself together then: if Damien could run with wolves and bend them to his will, emerging high above them, then perhaps he could also do the same in Hell. Lucifer’s progeny was a source of wicked admiration to him, but he was also, he remembered, his ruin, and thus the impassible ravine grew between them. Damien let his father drape his dark divinity over him, all while his stare burned through bone to reach the throne. After all, Lucifer hadn’t carved his crown to create a legacy. He’d carved it to rule. Damien wouldn’t find a father in the Morning Star, but he found the mite of one in his Right Hand, Judas. He guided him like a beast untethered through the orbit of Hell, ingratiating themselves with all the spectres they might one day cup in their palms. Judas taught Damien how to whittle a lie with his tongue and when to loosen the knot; how to inspire conjoined loyalty and how to galvanise a legacy of fear. Ruinous, the demons flocked to him and, mantled from Lucifer beneath their shadowy veil, the Antichrist began to steal carvings of his father’s kingdom. After an epoch of collusion, the soothsayer’s words attached themselves to Damien like marionette strings and, feeling their strange movement, he felt compelled to follow them. Razing his father from his throne, Judas’s cadaverous hand behind him, hordes of beasts gnawed hungrily at his split kingdom—chewing his father up in his maw, he spat him out, an umbral crown resting on his brow. At Judas’s own encouragement, the Antichrist shaped his infernal army and, curse-spun, a score of ghosts turned their teeth to earth.

Their scourge lasted what must have felt like a millennia: Damien took the world in his teeth and shook it violently, chewing until he reached bone, while Judas built. Always, as he was tearing and grinding, spoiling and shattering slices of the world, there was Judas lingering, wraith-like, behind him—sculpting the wreckage. The Son of Lucifer stood vanward at the front of a legion of terrible monsters, turning their blades and claws on those who had once been God’s heavenly servants; loss or victory, Damien made relics of them, towed by his coven of beasts. He ate away at cities, pulled down what remained of civilisations, making ruins of things that once held fast—before long, the torrid Southern Lands were firmly clamped within his grip. When the demons were done carving their kingdom from the ground, the threat of the Heretics was stiffly dissolved, and Damien Ward settled himself in an invisible throne, a mass of angelic vestiges displayed deliberately around him. As his father had done once. At last pleased with the empire, which was his in all but name, he sighed; the Antichrist yawned out a new age. And yet, the shadows around him have begun to stir. Black-mouthed, they threaten to gorge themselves on pieces of him. After all, what are you to do when your divine purpose is stolen from you, when your reason for existence is, at last, fulfilled? Are teeth not made to chew? What remains for the howling stomach to sate itself on except a dull sliver? Though Damien continues to be feared as much as he is revered, the needle-prick of his claw begins to lose its hold. Stomachs churning with something dark and vicious, a listless hum starts to burn through his kingdom—and at its centre, something new begins to sprout.

THE CONNECTIONS.

ABADDON, AZAZEL & JUDAS: Dynasty. He was not made to be loved, but he is anyway. On earth, the Antichrist had run with a pack of wolves, far more attuned to their monstrous mores than that of humanity, and in Hell he was no different—all devils, they love each other like animals. While the demons were bent on tearing their king from his throne, they seemed happy to bow reverently to another monarchy which naturally grew in its stead; though Hell had cast out its crown, it seemed to return, ghost-like, to settle itself on each of their brows—and Damien felt he was above them all. He spoils Azazel wildly; though they fight as often as they show affection, he has no scruples about answering her every whim. Though there are times he finds her almost too spoiled to bear, he recognises his share of blame in that. Thick as thieves, it is practically impossible to tell her no. In Abaddon, he finds a strangely distant sort of maternal figure capable of embracing the parts of him that his biological mother never had been. Though she tends to abstain from passing comment, he often feels her cold, tender judgement on him. As for Judas, their relationship is infinitely more complicated: he is at once the closest thing he has ever had to family and his severest enemy. Everything he is flows directly from Judas; peeled behind his dark eyes waits every shred of advice he has ever been offered, every word of comfort, every strategy, suggestion, scheme. It is due to Judas that Damien can settle himself over their kingdom and silently call himself king—yet, is Judas not king too?

RAUM: Vassal. He doesn’t always have such personal relationships with those who promise to serve diligently under him, but Raum, he is willing to admit, is the exception that proves the rule. Damien had given something to each of his Vices: a common enemy to sink their fangs into, a kingdom to take up the cudgels for—yet he had offered Raum something more. He had offered her a purpose. The two have spoken at length over her hope to repossess that lost flake of her past, and while he’d first sympathised with her hollowing plight, he offered an alternative. Instead of searching for your history, why not cut out your future? Like stars, he plucked her dreams from the sky and offered them to her, turning them over in his infernal palms; ever since, her loyalty has hardened like alloy. It is to Raum that Damien most often turns for advice, feeling the heavy ambition of his Right Hand eat like plague at the room; having put her energy into the future they might sculpt rather than the fragments of the past she could never know, they make a decidedly visionary pair. Though whispers of dissent begin to girdle around his leadership, Damien knows well that this is a fealty that cannot be broken. Raum, after all, has made a home of his shadow.

ESTIENNE WICKEN: Little Echo. Estienne is unimpeachable evidence to the world that those who are exactly alike do not always get along. Sometimes, a likeness shared is often the cause of intense dislike. With a huff of insolence, Damien acknowledges that the tale of the Antichrist is well-known, whispers of the dark and ruinous monster that chews on pieces of the world, and thus he supposes that the emergence of an imitator is only natural. An imitator, after all, is all they are: an impressionist, an echo, a morsel of his wicked self. Estienne thinks of themself as something like a god; both beastly and beautiful, they arrange a thousand mirrors around themself and drink up their image. Full of malice, this only causes Damien’s lip to curl. At the Antichrist’s fingers waits the power to eliminate all life, taking what is gold and turning it to putrid rot, but Estienne is only the dulled shadow of a shadow—and there were already plenty of those in Hell when he’d left it. Damien tells himself that they’re hardly worth his time, that once you ignore a pest it inevitably fades from view, but Estienne draws his hatred nonetheless. He may think of them as nothing more than a splinter of the profanity long settled into his bones, but there is evidently something in them that causes him to recoil. Rotten, he makes sure Estienne knows of his disdain.

NERISSA: Agenda. It is to Judas that he has always turned to for schemes, but Damien delights in the fact that this is a plot he has hatched entirely of his own accord. Like cadaverous, wandering ghosts, the Horseman are a deep pool of limitless potential: like dipping a hand into an unfathomable milky void, it is possible to touch them and still learn nothing new about them. They are entirely without definition. In Nerissa, however, he has identified a point of recognition; they are a beast, and they feed on it. She gives way to aggression and wrath in a way similar to himself—while his is a cold outrage, like the breath of winter, theirs is hot as coals. There’s camaraderie amongst monsters, and while they have yet to coax out all of each other’s secrets, they have decided that they must stick together; after all, in times of peace, monsters are so few. What Damien hopes to gain from the relationship is less clear, though—a bloodied ribbon binds them together, but since the fall of Lucifer, Damien has found himself reneging on his promises of desolation and wastage. Nerissa, on the other hand, was wrought from calamity; perdition follows their every step. Though there is much they share, there is also much that sets them apart.

Damien is portrayed by Woo Do-hwan and was written by CAS. He is currently TAKEN by MAL.

#original rp #angel rp #fantasy rp #rpg #biblical rp #m #d #damien ward #c #cm

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alilaro · 4 years

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random Volturi outfits (1/?) • details under the cut ↬

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1. main verse

2. cottagecore au

↬ aro: merchant/baker/angler ↬ sulpicia: engineer/medicine/armory ↬ caius: cartographer/architect/carpenter ↬ marcus: farmer/herbalist/shepherd ↬ athenodora: hunter/weaponsmith/arborist

3. (casual) human au

4. pokemon au

↬ aro: psychic/fairy—mime jr., florges (yellow, shiny), abra, claydol, espeon, hynpo.

↬ sulpicia: electric/poison—shinx/luxray (shiny), toxel, seviper, raichu (alolan), mareep, dedenne.

↬ caius: fire/dark—quilava, impidimp, marowak (alolan), vulpix, scrafty, zoroark.

↬ marcus: grass/ghost—phantump, venusaur, torterra, sawsbuck, morelull, yamask.

↬ athenodora: steel/ice—riolu/lucario, aggron, sandslash (ice), perrserker, frosmoth, corviknight.

5. steven universe/gem au (full reference)

↬ aro: rose spinel. round gem on right hand, made by pink diamond. electroswing.

↬ sulpicia: hessonite. cushion gem on left hand, made by pink diamond. chiptune.

↬ caius: seafoam pearl. cabochon gem on forehead, made by yellow diamond. (given to moss agate.) piano.

↬ marcus: prasiolite. round gem on chest, made by blue diamond. chillhop/strings.

↬ athenodora: indego zircon. baguette gem on collar, made by blue diamond. synth beat.

6. demon au

↬ aro is a minor demon of gluttony; working for Beelzebub. curses people into overindulgence of, not just food, but other addictions (ie; drink, drug, spending, etc) His presence is also known to cause the rotting of food, famine, and eventually even cannibalism.

↬ sulpicia is a minor demon of greed; working for Mammon. She makes her victims uncaring and unsympathetic to those around them willing them to become so greedy that they will take from others directly with malice. She causes hallucinations, akin to being "blinded by greed", tricking them into risks that lead to punishment or death. Her acts range from petty theft to long-term acts of greed for power such as dictatorship, whereas she uses the person as a puppet, speaking through them and affecting the lives not just one, but many.

↬ caius is a minor demon of envy; working for Belphegor. His presence causes a person's anxiety and self-doubt to fester into spite, hatred, resentment. The person will usually be so blinded by their jealousy that they destroy whatever they had to begin with (ruining relationships, lack of success, etc), to the point where they feel like they have nothing left, and succumb to misery. He is known to occasionally tempt people into drowning themselves, and if successful, they’re souls become trinket-like treasures for him to keep.

↬ marcus is a minor demon of sloth; working for Abaddon. His curse is slow but painful. His victims will slowly lose motivation and inspiration in the passions they have, no matter how hard they try they just can’t seem to find satisfaction. Soon the person is so accustomed to passionless rest and it becomes all they know. They lack all ambition to move on. They linger on the past. They fantasize about what they could’ve been, and the dream becomes their reality, consuming them. His victims often die by the hands of negligence—having become so absorbed by their own imagined lives that they forget to take care of the one they have, acting comatose in their last days as their physical form succumbs to hunger, thirst, or disease.

↬ athenodora is a minor demon of pride; working for Lucifer. Her influence makes her victims prone to risk-taking, from something like gambling and losing it all, to getting into accidents, or for a unsatiable desire of “success”, gaining a one-track mind and gaining near-successes followed by a life-ruining plummet, usually by their own hubris, and with nothing to fall back on. Can amp a persons pride so much they will sacrifice their lives for unnecessary or selfish reasons, in a desperate attempt to be seen as a ‘hero’, to the point of hallucinating scenes/memories that are completely nonexistent, when they will most likely be forgotten to all.

7. formal wear: dress

8. formal wear: suit

#the volturi #volturi #c: aro #c: sulpicia #c: caius #c: marcus #c: athenodora #doodls #*#sorry if this is dumb and that it took so long uhghgh #im kind of shy about uploading this because i know i should be drawing other things but idk this is just what i draw to vent #feel free to send asks about these in more detail

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 4 years

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What Might Have Been - 16

@goodomenscelebration - themes prompts!

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Happy Good Omens Armageddoniversary! How many of these can I post in one day?

(For those who have not read previous sections: Kasbeel is our Aziraphale, trapped in another universe and going by a pseudonym. Crowley’s “mirror image” is his AU self.)

Far Future

Kasbeel hovered in the air, giving his report.

“The demonic army attempted to strike from the Scottish Highlands, reinforced by several thousand of the Marked soldiers. They were driven off by Matafiel’s troops. We believe there may be some still hidden far to the north, on the Outer Hebrides.”

“These names mean nothing to us,” said Tufriel, rolling his eyes towards his partner. “Some of these scouts are starting to go native.”

“Won’t be a problem much longer,” Bezaliel replied. “Never mind the demons, we’ll get an update further north. Is this land still free from the blight?”

“Yes, Dominion,” Kasbeel bobbed his head with the correct amount of deference. “The whole of the Peak District is believed to be the last area free of Abaddon’s curse anywhere on this island, though rumors persist of some clear ground in Ireland.”

“Are there any humans left on the islands?” Bezaliel asked.

“The Retrieval squads took ours and we cleared out the rest last month.” Tufriel crossed his arms. “If only this island were so easy to deal with. Still, if this is the only unblemished land, it’s probably where the humans will gather. Once they realize they can’t get in the city. We’ll keep watching it. Good work.”

“Thank you.” He held up his messenger tube, sealed and directed to Michael’s base camp in Cornwall. “I will need to continue south with this. Do you have any details to add?”

“Only that I thought we’d be finished by now. Seven damn years of this. How much longer is it supposed to go on, anyway?”

Bezaliel grinned hungrily. “Not much more. Our offensive should begin in a little less than a month.” A wink towards the dutiful scout. “Keep an eye on the sky, tonight or tomorrow. Things are starting to happen.”

Kasbeel saluted, and the other two returned to their patrol. When they were well out of sight, he landed on a bare rock outcrop and hummed. Not with his lips; his wings vibrated, creating a single, perfect tone, echoing off the stones of the Peaks.

The humans began emerging from their hiding spots almost immediately, secreted behind stones or in deceptive hollows. Mostly teenagers, a few older, many younger, about half with a Mark upon their faces. They gathered around the angel, moving silently on the grass and moss.

It took nearly an hour for all to arrive. Kasbeel’s group of wanderers now numbered in the hundreds.

“Doesn’t sound like we’re going to be safe up here much longer,” Lyla said, without preamble. “Probably should have left last week, like I said.”

“Perhaps,” Kasbeel conceded, waving his arm to miracle up some food. It wasn’t much. Loaves of bread, potatoes, carrots. A little bit of meat, but he couldn’t produce anywhere near enough for a group this large. “But if we’d left then, Jennifer, Mickey and Ollie wouldn’t have found us.” At only five years old, Ollie was the youngest they’d taken in.

“Fine.” Lyla counted out the servings of meat and checked her list. “Group six gets the meat tonight. Only group six, Alex, I know that doesn’t include you.” She turned back to the angel who led them. “But we leave tonight.”

“Agreed.” He sighed, looking around the tumbling rocks one more time. “We’ll have to move quickly. This was a good hiding place. We won’t find another place this convenient, or this safe.”

“Where to, then?” Lyla grabbed Alex’s wrist, sending the thirteen-year-old over to the bread line. “Ireland? I don’t know how we’ll cross the sea, but it sounds like they’ve stopped looking there.”

Kasbeel pursed his lips. “Have you given up on finding New Eden, then?”

She spun towards him, fury in her eyes. “You know I haven’t. But it could be anywhere in the world! How the hell are we ever going to find it? We’ve barely searched half of England in over three years.”

He winced. “Three years, four months, six days,” he muttered. It was a very, very long time to go without hearing from Crowley. He’d tried contacting the demon in his dreams, over and over. He was here. He could sense that. But nothing else. “It’s in England. It must be. One of the patrols told me…Aziraphale,” he hesitated over the name, as always, “chose the location himself. He wouldn’t pick anywhere other than England.”

“Your double.” Lyla sat down next to him. She had grown, in the last three years, her hair getting long, her clothing replaced by whatever they could loot in half-abandoned cities, as was the case for all Kasbeel’s wards. Even her newest shirt was threadbare, the colors faded, as if the inanimate objects of the world had ceased to care. “You never told me what the deal was with you two.”

“No. I think it would be rather too much for you to understand.”

“Kasbeel, the world is ending. The ground is cursed. And I spend half my time talking to a rogue angel. What could possibly be weird at this point?”

He smiled. “My child, you haven’t the first idea.” He smoothed his hands down his jacket, then realized he was still in his scout uniform. A wave of his fingers turned it back to the familiar suit, bowtie and all. “Still, if you like, I can bring you all to Ireland before I continue my search. It should only take a few days to reach the coast, even with the young ones. After that…” he hesitated. Miracle up a giant ship? And how to make sure it landed somewhere unblighted?

“You know we won’t last a day without you,” Lyla sighed. “Wherever you’re going, you’re stuck with us.”

He turned back to the crowd that he had slowly gathered across the years. Orphans. Renegades. Many of them troublemakers who had been thrown out of the gangs they thought would protect them, others the only survivors by angelic or demonic attack. Exhausted, half-malnourished, so worn and dirty as to almost blend in with the rocks around them.

But not afraid. Of all the people left in the world, and Kasbeel feared there were not many, these few hundred slept safely at night, under the watch of an angel.

His godchildren.

“My dear Lyla, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He settled down on a rock that conveniently grew to about the size of an armchair, with a thick cushion of moss.

She rolled her eyes at him. “How is it even out here, you manage to pamper yourself?”

“Millennia of practice. Now, what do you say we try for London again? It’s a risk, with all the patrols, but it may be the only place large enough to hide this many.”

“Assuming we can get in.”

“Assuming so, yes,” he said, gazing across the crowd. “And it sounds like there are many angels gathered in the south. But If I’m right about the wall of energy surrounding the city, I may know how to cross it.”

“And you still think your friend might be there.”

Kasbeel nodded. “I can’t imagine where else he might be. He should have contacted me by now, but they say no messages can get out of London. But, still, I would think–”

A cry went up from the gathered crowd, a scream of fear, echoed by person after person. “The sky!” Someone shouted, pointing. “The clouds are parting!”

In an instant, Kasbeel was on his feet, wings spread. He should have heard the trumpets, sensed the angels long before they parted the clouds – he had spent months honing his senses, in order to protect his charges. He braced himself for the orders that would arrive in his mind; if the Guardian of Humanity were among them, it would be difficult to resist…

Nothing came.

Instead, the clouds simply drifted apart, faster and faster, not a small parting but the whole sky, revealing the fading blue of twilight, deepening to black. Stars pierced the sky, just a few at first, but each bright as a jewel, clearer than he could ever remember them being, even in Heaven.

“Oh my God…” Lyla whispered, stepping next to him. “It’s clear. It hasn’t been clear since…since the war…I was a kid…”

Another star seemed to burst into view, white and shining, and Kasbeel fell to his knees, remembering…remembering a cottage in the South Downs, a blanket in the back garden, laying on his back and watching them arrive, while next to him…next to him…

That one’s Regulus. Not one of mine, Angel, that was some snooty wanker who thought he was so clever just because he could get four stars to orbit each other. And over there is Arcturus. Also technically not mine, but I had this really great idea and I needed a red giant to test it out on. It worked, by the way, so keep an eye out for a helium flash in the next thousand years or so…

It hurt, like being pierced by a spear, like being torn apart. He reached out a hand, grasping, wishing to feel Crowley, lying at his left side, as he always was, his protector, his partner, his friend…

A small hand caught his, wrapping around his fingers. He turned, blinking tears from his eyes, to see Lyla, kneeling beside him. A moment later the others started gathering around. Mickey, Rahima, Alex, Lochlan, Mariah, Amiyah, Dominic, Ollie, and so many more.

“Look,” Kasbeel said, pointing at the sky. “That star there. That’s Regulus. And over there…that one is named Arcturus…”

Far away, in a cell that seemed to exist in its own bubble far from anything else, Crowley snapped awake, emerging from a dream that was slightly less painful than reality.

Something had changed.

He could feel it, deep inside. Something that had been missing, suddenly returned.

“It’s the stars,” said his mirror image, across the cell. Shoftiel had left them both in their human bodies this time. The manacles that held their wrists – Crowley’s left, his mirror image’s right – were too short to lay down comfortably, so they both sprawled against their walls.

They didn’t talk much. The secrets they held were the only things keeping them alive. So they simply existed, here, together, witnessing each other’s pain and humiliation, waiting for their own turns. It bonded them in ways conversation never could.

“The sky is clear again,” the mirror image continued, looking up at the ceiling, lost to the dark above. “I wish I could see it.”

“Yeah,” Crowley said, allowing himself to remember a night on a blanket in a garden, just for a moment. “Me, too.”

“Not long now,” the mirror image said. “Seven years. That’s all it ever was.” His eyes met Crowley’s, and they were full of fear. They couldn’t hide their emotions without the glasses, and that was one thing they were never allowed. “If the stars are back, time’s nearly up.”

“So they’ve…learned everything?” It wasn’t something they asked each other. But if it was the end, Crowley wanted to know.

“Just one secret left.” The mirror image rolled his head, with a broken version of Crowley’s smile. “How to get into London.”

#good omens prime #good omens celebration #goc2020 #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale and crowley #ineffable husbands #principality aziraphale #guardian angel aziraphale #takin on some godchildren #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #What Might Have Been #good omens #ao3 #ao3 link

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whimsicallytwisted · 5 years

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Six Sentence Sunday: Massive WIP Edition

A bunch of snippets from wip’s I have that may or may not ever be finished.

1) Title: ???? This was supposed to be cute and it started getting angsty so I dropped it. I may or may not pick it back up.

Imogen’s crown of bright orange blooms and green leaves was jammed onto her head so quickly that Vyxen thought she’d accidentally snap it in two. “This is fabulous, it clashes perfectly with my hair!” A few pins ensured the acrobat could still do flips without the thing flying off her skull and she was happy to carry on her merry way, now 30% more tacky than before.

Zercey’s crown was made of lilacs and she laughed when they were handed to her. “Lilac’s mean first love,” the green haired half-blood informed her as she placed it on her head, “you basically just confessed to me.” Vyxen assured Zercey that she was the light of her life and hugged her super hard. She then used her new flower knowledge to dramatically profess her undying love to the ever patient Raemina, placing a crown of lilacs and dark purple blooms upon her head. She’d even made a mini crown for Nyxx, who accepted it less graciously.

Scyanatha’s crown was done in moss roses, one of the few flowers of which Vyxen already knew the meaning. She did love Scy though, so it was fine and the faerie queen had been delighted to don it. Similarly, Abaddon had been happy to be thought of and titled their head forward so Vyxen could fix the extra-large crown of yellows and pinks around their horns.

Nyima’s crown had been made of pale blue and purple buds, but the ice queen politely declined it, not keen on having nature strewn about her hair. Vyxen tried not to be personally hurt by the rejection. It got harder to pretend it didn’t sting when Tundra loudly proclaimed, ‘not it,’ and vanished out of the house as fast as possible when presented with a second pale blue crown. She’d made it so his and Nyima’s matched. Were supposed to match, anyways.

2) Title ???? Something in the Water

The upcoming battle was too great, their enemies were too many. Scyanatha and Inari were trying to remain hopeful, with hollow promises that Cthul would help and that Maraxis, the snake, would turn up with warriors at his back. She didn’t trust it. They needed more than soothing words and the hope that enemies would come to help them face other enemies.

She grabbed the hull of the small wooden boat she was borrowing from whoever owned it. It was difficult dragging it through the wet sand and somewhere in the back of her mind, that single brain cell responsible for all her good sense was telling her how stupid this was. The waves were rough, the ocean was black as the night around her and she was alone. She should ask for help, she should wait for the wind to die down, she should, she should, she should…

But she wouldn’t.

3) Title ???? Mildly NSFW, Fertility Festival WIP

There were many things that Seth thought he might find when they arrived at the small village of Akaiga. He expected homey taverns and cozy bars, maybe some vendors stopping to sell wares on their travels. What he did not expect was to walk through the village’s gate and be greeted with a 10ft tall penis statue, made of hay and mud and decorated with brightly colored ribbons. The sight was so startling that he stopped dead in his tracks to stare openly at it, unable to utter a single word to correctly translate just how confused his brain was.

“So… what the fuck?” Tundra was the first to speak, his voice figuratively breaking the ice.

“It’s a penis, haven’t you seen one before?” Imogen asked.

“I think he’s afraid of them,” Vyxen chimed in, happy to throw Tundra under the bus.

“That has to be rough,” Imogen let her eyes roam over his form in the most obvious way possible, “doesn’t he have one?”

“He does,” Nyima responded automatically. Her cheeks flushed dark blue a moment later when she realized what she’d said.

“You’ve seen it?” Imogen shook her had solemnly, “poor girl.”

“I bet it looked like a finger puppet.” Vyxen added her own view in. She, Zercey, Seth and Imogen all promptly dissolved into a pile of giggles.

Tundra did his best to ignore them.

4) Title ???? In which Avari and Salem have a moment.

Salem was silent, it was starting to concern Avari. The mission they had been on did not go perfectly, but it was still a success. No one got hurt and everything was resolved in the end. They were on their way back to Las now, with barley a bruise between them and enough supplies to last the trip comfortably. As far as she knew, there was nothing to be somber about. She expected to have to endure Salem and Ghenha being ridiculous the entire trip and depended on Rhoe to hold her back from flinging them both of a cliff to their deaths.

There we go! Excerpts from some short stories that might eventually be finished, or might never be finished. Who knows? Not me.

#six sentence sunday #a little more than six in some of them #illthdar fanfiction #nonsense #my wips #wips #writeblr #I need to stop starting new stories and finish chapter 14 is what I need to do

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hannah-deserved-better · 4 years

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Ultimate guide to my Supernatural Fics

This is an ultimate guide to the fics I currently have out on AO3. Like or comment if you would like to be part of a tag list of people I tag when the fics are updated. PLEASE READ AO3 tags! And continue to read them as I update them as I go, and my fics tend to get dark! Also, no hate about the pairings, don’t like them, just keep scrolling. I write for me first and no one is forcing you to read. ALL my fics are Castiel/Hannah centered and common other pairings include Dean/Jo, Sam/Eileen, and Crowley/Meg. I also favor poly pairings so there will be lots of those. All of my fics, art, and RPGs on here will be under the tag: #HannahGirl

Chosen: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19219222/chapters/45695716

Characters; Castiel, Hannah, Dean, Sam, Eileen Leahy, Jo Harvelle, Crowley, Meg, Charlie Singer (Bradbury), Anna Milton

Season One: A remake of the series starting from when Dean picks up Sam from Stanford. They run into Castiel who is on the hunt for a renegade angel who is alleged to have defied Michael and started the apocalypse. Meanwhile, Hannah is on the run from heaven. She meets Jo and as Team Free Will begins to form, they realize that it’s not just heaven and hell. The gods of the Greeks, the Celts, the Norse, the Hindus, the Aztecs, and the Egyptians have all chosen this team free will to be their champions against the ultimate apocalypse

Pairings: starts off with most characters being strangers, but as they meet and work together, the main pairings will be Castiel/Hannah, Sam/Eileen, Dean/Jo, Crowley/Meg, and Charlie/Anna but there will also be a lot of poly pairings, just not sure who yet. Jo/Gordon Walker is a temporary pairing in the beginning.

Warnings/ratings: Medium smut, dark themes, angst, violence, implied torture, secret societies and religious mystics of many world religions, including Christianity and Judaism (if you are triggered by such things, beware). Jewish persecution, black death.

Castiel (Judeo-Christian): Castiel arrives on Earth to try to track Hannah who is guilty of killing another angel and leading a siege into hell, opening its gates and starting the apocalypse. As he travels with the Winchesters, he sees the many signs of the impending apocalypse, starting with the seven deadly sins. He also learns that his vessel, Jimmy, was a member of a secret society dedicated to the hunt for religious artifacts.

Hannah (Judeo-Christian): Hannah claims that she went to hell under orders from the archangels. Now, she feels betrayed by them because they seem to be pinning the apocalypse on her when she was only following orders. Now, she is a renegade on Earth. She learns that her vessel, Caroline, was the descendant of a Dutch Jew who arrived in New York in 1650 and whose family has had an ongoing rivalry with the Thule.

Dean (Norse): Dean is drawn into helping Castiel track the angel and the seven deadly sins but along the way, he discovers that he has been chosen by Odin to prevent the Ragnarok from beginning.

Sam (Hindu): Sam is still grieving his girlfriend and he is hoping that after they find their father, he can go back to Stanford and try to live a normal life. But he’s caught up in Castiel’s hunt for the renegade angel, and then he discovers that he is chosen to help the Hindu god Kalki prevent the world from ending.

Jo Harvelle (Greek): Jo agrees to protect Hannah from the angels hunting her. She wants to be a hunter but her mother disapproves so she sees this as a chance to prove herself. But then the goddess Athena appears and tells her that the titans have escaped from Tartarus and must be put back before they cause destruction on Earth and before the kill the Olympian gods.

Eileen Leahy (Celtic): Eileen is a hunter from Ireland. When her parents and her hearing was taken from her by a banshee, she trained to become a hunter and was the sole protector of the small Irish village she lived in. She was a Celtic witch and was once part of Rowena’s coven and has come to the US to try to find Rowena.

Crowley (Judeo-Christian): Crowley offers to aid the Winchesters, to help them track down and kill the deadly sins. Dean suspects its a trap somehow and Castiel doesn’t want anything to do with him, but apparently, Jimmy Novak and Crowley’s vessel were in the same secret society together.

Meg (Judeo-Christian): Meg joins Jo, Hannah, and Eileen. Meg herself has been on Earth since the 14th century. When she was human, her entire Jewish village was destroyed by paranoid mercenaries who blamed the Jews for the plague. Meg made a deal with a crossroads demon to get her revenge on everyone involved, and their families. Then, when she died and became a demon, she became a vengeance demon. She traveled to Europe and the US and offered to kill people for clients.

Charlie Singer (Aztec): In this AU, Charlie is the daughter of Bobby Singer and was raised with the Winchesters as their cousin. Bobby didn’t want her to follow in his footsteps and be a hunter, and she was always sick of being left out of the Winchesters hunts, but when she meets Anna Milton she begins to realize she is a part of this puzzle too. She’s chosen to help Quetzalcoatl prevent the destruction of this fifth world.

Anna Milton (Egyptians): Anna is a fallen angel who allies herself with Team Free Will, though she has no memory and no grace. But it’s discovered that her grace is being protected by the Egyptian goddess Bast. Apparently, Set wants to find the angel before heaven does and force her to do his bidding.

Emotions are dangerous temptations: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21049778/chapters/50071364

Characters: Castiel, Hannah, Sam, Meg, Dean

Season 10, shortly after “Soul Survivor”: Castiel brings a wounded Hannah back to the bunker. They quickly learn that she is suffering from some mysterious angel poison that is destroying her grace from within. As Castiel stays by her side, caring for her, he begins to learn about true love and his feelings for Hannah. Sam is taking care of Dean who seemed to be recovering from his time as a demon but also begins to suffer a strange illness. Castiel and Sam bond over being caretakers and Castiel soon learns he is developing feelings for Sam that he never realized were there before. Later, they are joined by an old friend, Meg, who faked her own death. Castiel realizes that he is capable of loving more than one person and that he wants to explore his love and devotion for Hannah, Sam, and Meg. But first, he must save Hannah’s life. Losing her, he realizes, would break him in a way that he’s never been broken before and he begins to realize that his life is tied to hers, to Sams and to Megs.

Pairings: Castiel/Hannah, Castiel/Sam, Castiel/Meg

Warnings/ratings: Medium smut, sick!fic, poison

Castiel: This story focuses on Castiel and his emotions and his relationship with those around him. It starts with Hannah as his feelings for her grow as he struggles to save her. Castiel’s internal struggle to try to understand the emotions he’s feeling as he watches Hannah fight for her life, as he grows closer to Sam, as he addresses his feelings of guilt at learning that Meg has been alive this whole time.

Hannah: During the altercation with Adina, Hannah is wounded and infected with a strange angel poison. Castiel is desperate to find a cure, but during the few times that she’s well enough, he introduces her to humanity and the things he’s learned here on Earth.

Sam: Sam has been through a lot lately, trying to bring Dean from being a demon. He confides in Castiel during this difficult time and the two of them bond over being caretakers to those that they love. Sam helps Castiel search for a cure for Hannah.

Meg: While on a supply run, Castiel and Sam run into Meg who apparently faked her own death and has been laying low, hiding from Crowley. She had aligned herself with Abaddon for a brief time, but Abaddon tortured her and she fled hell. Now she’s a rogue demon.

Dean: Dean is recovering from being a demon but he’s still suffering the effects of the mark of Cain. He’s overly aggressive towards everyone, but especially to Hannah and Meg. He doesn’t trust either of them. But when he comes down with a strange ailment that seems to be linked to Hannah’s condition, he is forced to let Sam and Castiel take care of him.

Where Angels Walk: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21426580/chapters/51052330

Characters: Castiel, Casstiel, Hannah, Hana, Jimmy Novak, Caroline Johnson, Virginia Moss, Kai Singh

Season 15, after 15X3 when Cas leaves the bunker, things may change as the current season evolves: Castiel is alone and lost as he leaves the bunker. He feels as though he has lost everything. No one seems to want him. Not heaven, not the Winchesters, and the only one who gave him any sort of happiness- Jack- is gone. He’s not handling Jack’s death well and he is finally realizing that his relationship with Dean has been toxic. He needs to find himself but he’s so used to feeling worthless that he has trouble realizing that he doesn’t deserve to be mistreated. Now, someone comes back into his life, a beloved friend he thought was gone: Hannah. Not long after he runs into Hannah, Castiel also meets his and Hannah’s counterparts from another one of Chuck’s worlds. Casstiel and Hana are from a world where everything happened the exact same way as they did in this world- up until season 10 where their universe began to be different. And their world is this wonderful Steampunk Victorian-era world. Casstiel has just left the Winchester sister’s bunker after she lost her own Jack and she isn’t sure how she managed to find her way into this other world, but she and Castiel soon realize that Chuck has nefarious plans for both worlds. Also, the angel’s vessels have some pasts of their own that will quickly become part of the equation.

Pairings: Castiel/Hannah, Casstiel/Hana, Casstiel/Hannah, Castiel/Hana

Warnings/ratings: implied emotional, psychological, and physical abuse, torture, domestic abuse

Castiel/Jimmy Novak: Castiel is alone, but when he runs into Hannah, he begins to explore the past of his vessel Jimmy as he helps Hannah evade Caroline’s abusive husband. Similar to “chosen” Castiel discovers that Jimmy had secrets of his own. And enemies. Jimmy was part of a secret society that has counted him as missing these past years but have recently tracked him down.

Hannah/Caroline Johnson: Hannah doesn’t know why she has returned from the empty. She’s upset to learn about Chuck’s misdeeds. She was especially upset to discover Caroline, her former vessel being abused by a paranoid alcoholic that her husband had become. When she takes Caroline away, Joe begins to stalk them and learns about angels and he plots to kill them. In addition, Hannah learns that Caroline is the descendant of an important Dutch Jewish family and now the Thule is after her.

Casstiel/Virginia Moss: Casstiel has been the Winchester sisters angel since she rebelled to help prevent the apocalypse. She is from a victorian age steampunk world. She has been drawn into a war that began when Hana released Metatron from his prison and the scribe planned to get his revenge on the Earth and on Casstiel. It’s been five years and the Winchesters have been involved in constant warfare with Metatron and heaven is divided into factions following him, Casstiel, or Naomi. Her vessel, Virginia Moss is from a long line of angel vessels and a society of people dedicated to aiding heaven. Virginia always knew she could be chosen to be a vessel and she accepted the responsibility, as did her mother and mother before her.

Hana/Kai Singh: Hana died saving Casstiel when her borrowed grace was failing. He was so desperate to save the angel he believed the true leader of heaven that he released Metatron from the prison he was in to save Casstiel. Unfortunately, Hana was tricked and wounded fatally. Casstiel found him just in time and he gave her his grace and died. Now, he’s been resurrected somehow. Hana’s vessel, Kai, is a British man of letters.

When in Rome: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21140294/chapters/50311271

Characters: Castiel, Hannah, Dean, Jo Harvelle, Sam, Eileen, Leahy

A series of period dramas starting with Ancient Rome. Hannah, the daughter of a wealthy Roman senator, is captured by a nest of vampires masquerading as prostitutes and slave traders. Though she was never a favorite of her father, Hannah lived a life in relative luxury but now she is exposed to a world of misery and abuse. Her only chance to escape is the gladiator slave, Castiel, and his two friends, Sam and Dean, who are hunters posing as Roman soldiers.

Pairings: Castiel/Hannah, Sam/Eileen, Dean/Jo

Warnings/ratings: Medium smut, prostitution, sexual assault, abuse, slavery, dark themes, violence

Castiel: Castiel is a gladiator. As a slave, he is owned by a Roman senator, Michael and he lives in a brothel with other slaves. He barely has enough food and is being forced to fight in the arena for the entertainment of Rome’s elite.

Hannah: Hannah is the daughter of Roman senator, Raphael. Her sister, Naomi is favored between the two sisters and Hannah is a bit of a rebel. She befriends Castiel during her captivity with the vampires and begins to learn about the secret network of hunters living in rome and keeping it safe from vampires and demons.

Maine Chronicles series:

October: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16525847/chapters/38710994

November: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19756855/chapters/46764895

Characters: Castiel, Hannah, Sam, Dean, Eileen, Jo, Charlie, Crowley, Meg, Claire Novak, Kaia, Jack, Jesse Turner (the cambion), Gabriel

Season 14: When Team Free Will relocates to a secondary bunker in the woods of Maine, they quickly realize that their fates are tied to the little town on the edge of the forest. When Hannah, Jo, and Eileen mysteriously fall pregnant- along with most of the town- the Winchesters begin to suspect something paranormal. But Hannah’s strange visions and dreams seem to point to the possibility that she has been here before. And Meg and Crowley seem to know something about that.

Pairings: Castiel/Hannah, Sam/Eileen/Gabriel, Dean/Jo, Jo/Charlie, Crowley/Meg, Claire/Kaia, Jack/Jesse

Warnings/ratings: Medium smut, past abuse and domestic abuse, haunting, pregnancy, Werewolf!Eileen, Vampire!Jo, hate sex, enemies to lovers, abusive toxic relationships

Castiel: Castiel is struggling with his new role as a father as Claire (AU in which Claire is a teenager) is placed in his custody and he is raising her and Jack together alongside Hannah. Things get hard with Hannah’s mysterious pregnancy, and with Lucifer trying to sue for custody of Jack.

Hannah: Hannah doesn’t know how she became pregnant, or even that it was possible for an angel to be pregnant. But she and Castiel are committed to face their challenges together. But with the strange visions she keeps having, and the ghosts that seem to be stalking her, she begins to realize she may have been in this town before. She’s also concerned when Raphael appears and warns her that the unborn child she is carrying maybe something very unnatural and evil.

Dean: Dean is happy to have Jo back in his life. He was surprised by her sudden appearance after she had been dead for so long. He suspects she may be hiding something big from him but with all the paranormal activity around this region, he and Sam are pretty busy. In addition, Dean is trying to elude Michael whom he knows is looking for him.

Jo: Jo has been alive this whole time and she doesn’t know how to tell Dean that. After being revived shortly after her death, she’s spent all these years living in seclusion in the Australian outback. But one chance encounter with a vampire has left her a monster. She sought out a Tibetan monk in China that taught her to control her urges to kill and has so far managed to control them by learning to feed on blood donations and on animal blood. But now, with her own pregnancy, she has found those urges are getting harder to control. And she hasn’t told Dean anything about this.

Sam: Sam has been helping Dean elude Michael but his demon blood is beginning to resurface and his craving for demon blood has returned as well.

Eileen: Eileen knew there was something wrong with her the moment she was brought back from the dead. She didn’t come back quite right. She didn’t know she was a werewolf but on the full moon, she began to have urges for more than just flesh. An incurable sexual appetite fueled by primordial wolf instincts led to an encounter with Gabriel, even though it’s clear she’s Sam’s girl. Now she doesn’t know who the father of her twins is.

Charlie: Charlie moved into the bunker with the Winchesters to be, as she calls it, ‘their new bobby’ as the techie hacker wiz whose job it is to hack into newspapers and police reports looking for new cases. She decides to take in and look after Kaia and she and Jo get very close. She and Jo begin to have a secret relationship.

Claire: Claire is a troubled young girl. She blames Castiel for what happened to her family. She is hostile towards Hannah and any attempt by Castiel to be the father she lost. She starts being a little better when she meets Kaia and two troubled teens began to investigate Hannah’s ghosts together.

Jack: Jack loves living with Castiel and Hannah and he loves learning about human holidays like Halloween and Christmas. He’s a two-year-old in a teen’s body and he relies on Castiel to guide him.

Kaia: Kaia is a teenage runaway who starts living with Charlie. She and Claire become close.

Jesse: Jesse is the antichrist cambion from season 5. A few years ago, he was picked up by Meg, who has apparently faked her own death and has been laying low with the cambion all these years. Jesse considers Meg his adopted mother.

Meg: Meg arrives with the cambion and Crowley reveals that she has something to do with the history of this town, and with Hannah’s visions. Meg is a little jealous of Castiel and Hannah’s relationship and is frustrated by the dysfunctional hate-love relationship she is forming with Crowley.

Crowley: Crowley arrives shortly after Meg, having been trapped in the apocalypse world. He is very interested in the cambion and wants to harness his powers for himself so he and Meg enter in an awkward co-parenting tug of war type of relationship with Jesse.

Gabriel: Gabriel arrives and is trying to hide out from a jealous Loki. He helps Cas and the others with their dilemmas and finds himself in a secret relationship with both Sam and Eileen.

Gathering the Arsenal (formerly, “Bunker Pack”): https://archiveofourown.org/works/14364957/chapters/33161349

Characters: Castiel, Dean, Sam, Gabriel, Annika (an OC), Jack, Apocalypse!Charlie, Apocalypse!Hannah, Apocalypse!Jo, Apocalypse!Eileen, Claire Novak

Season 13. Apocalypse world Charlie arrives from the apocalypse world to help the Winchesters prepare for Michael’s arrival into this world. She brings her most trusted resistance leaders: Jo Harvelle, Eileen Leahy, and Hannah. All four women have been through a lot and are all hardened soldiers, nothing like their counterparts in this world. Gabriel has a plan to save the angels from extinction but it involves a lot of hard to come by ingredients, as well as a trip to the other world, and some serious sacrifices.

Pairings: Castiel/Hannah, Dean/Jo, Sam/Eileen, Charlie/Claire, Jack/OC (platonic friendship)

Warnings/ratings: Medium smut, dark themes, dystopia violence, abuse, torture, PTSD

Castiel: Castiel is working alongside a traumatized Apocalypse!Hannah and trying to teach her how to trust again. He is determined to save the angels from extinction and to defeat Michael.

Dean: Dean is angry over Mary and Jack being stranded in the apocalypse world. He’s very opposed to Claire’s involvement in their angel plan and is at odds with Charlie and Jo over it.

Sam: Sam feels guilty when he allows a nest of vampires who have a vendetta against him for misdeeds he supposedly committed against then during his soulless years to distract him from the main mission of helping to save the angels and to defeat Michael.

Gabriel: Gabriel is dealing with some trauma over his imprisonment by Asmodeus but he devises a plan to save the angels from extinction.

Annika (an OC): Annika is Gabriel’s Nephilim daughter whom he has kept a secret all this time.

Jack: Jack is trapped in the apocalypse world but when he is reunited with Castiel and the others, he joins in the plan to save the angels.

Apocalypse!Charlie: Charlie is the leader of a clan of human resistance members who have been fighting against Michael and his angels since the apocalypse broke out.

Apocalypse!Hannah: Hannah defied Raphael by helping humans that the archangel was holding in a concentration camp. When she was found out, she and Apocalypse!Castiel was tortured and, at least she thought, Apocalypse!Castiel was killed. Now a shell shocked Hannah has nothing but hatred for her fellow angels and she doesn’t know how to trust anyone, she has some very strong PTSD and trauma.

Apocalypse!Jo: Jo was one of the humans living in Raphael’s concentration camps. She was helped by Hannah, and later liberated by Charlie. She’s Charlie’s right-hand woman and life on the run has hardened her.

Apocalypse!Eileen: Eileen is the more well adjusted of the four women, but that’s because her parents were already gone when the apocalypse broke out and she had already been on her own all her life. She and Charlie are the techies in group. She’s endured some torture of her own at the hands of angels and she’s gotten very good at coming up with weapons to kill them with.

Claire Novak: Claire joins the effort much to Dean and later to Castiel’s chagrin.

#Castiel #Castiel/Hannah #supernatural #fics #supernatural fanfiction #dark themes #HannahGirl

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primestartes · 5 years

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The Warden Crusade

“In this galaxy, sundered by the murderous ambition of damned men and false gods into two, war forever burns. Hope a gilded thread constantly fought by men and women of the Imperium held aloft by the restored Son of the Emperor, Roboute Guilliman. Even in this most grievous of times, the Emperor provides.

Yet, in this battle of hope, evils are exposed from the veil of the faithful. Here, in the Jericho Reach beyond Ultramar’s noble empire; where the alien, heretic, and traitors encroach in an endless war, there is an empire. A mockery of the revived Primarch’s own state-stars. The Sons of Scylla revealed the lies and hubris bore by those who hold his gene-seed. These Wardens of Guilliman, a chapter long once-trapped in the claws of a warpstorm emerges from centuries of forgotten heroism, return not as allies we seek but monstrous pretenders.

As true angels of the Emperor, the Adeptus Astartes whom be risen to stand for his decree and truth, we can not allow this fell corruption to remain.

Even now, the Deathwatch of Acheros Salient assist the vanguard forces against the Wardens’ mortal regiments supplementing their rule, starting on the Post-world of Jammir. We strike world-after-world in honour of the Astartes. We shall not allow another to join Abaddon’s treachery.”

Battle of Travin Plateau Jammir - 033.M42

A half-hour ago, Sergeant Brodd was running through the tall grass from a sudden ambush by his own men. For years, they’ve been fighting side-by-side against the T’au and those in contempt of their Lords’ will. The next, they turned on him with an almost alien look in their eyes right after killed two more traitors. What in Hell was going on? These sudden rebellions have been springing here and about for months. It can’t be the xenos, they weren’t this underhanded.

No...it must be.

Suddenly a slash of green caught his eyes. He thought it was a branch but it was impossible when the trees were just a yard off. A figure emerged from the grass’ cover, growing increasingly larger like a chameleon. Red lenses glared at him, clad in what was green power armour before it changed into something like sea-moss. One of the Wardens!? The look on the gene-therapied man’s face was one of fear, his hands clawing at the armoured fingers that were wrapped around his muscled throat like a mere child. It was impossible, they were too big yet...the armour look so different.

There is another Lord-Chapter?

“W-Why?” He gagged. The helmet, crowned of rearing dog-headed snakes, tilted before dragging the Sergeant close like the sky cried tears of falling comets. A voice, growling of auditory filter, yet whispered from the coldest love.

“For the Emperor.”

And his life, like that of thousands more on this day, was expunged. Along the Travin Plateau, there was chaos. Guards against guards, the communications scrambling to under the situation and moreso, the sudden report of drop pods falling into select locations. It was hard to collect it all for the Warden Comms. Already, one of the more cohesive units were mobilizing to reclaim a lost base towards the southern swamp led by Fourteenth Company Commander Agemman Krivanec of the Sixth Jammiran Regiment with the assistance of the Eighth Armoured Platoon.

This force, fierce as it is, provides an apt opportunity. One that the newly arriving Primaris will not deny.

#narrative idea worth sharing #M42 #Dark Imperium

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pinetreevillain · 2 months

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*shyly posts my MoTW character*

This is my OC Abaddon he’s using the Spooky playbook :)

He’s a park ranger at a cryptid national park (created by @piwiikiwii )

#he can see the future!!!!#my art #abaddon moss #monster of the week #the spooky #lookout #pines oc

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falchieyan · 6 years

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Poxwalkers, “Painting App Style.”

The second of this type of post. A breakdown of the notes on the colors I used for these models.

Format for entries: Methodology - Paint Color Name [Paint Brand]

BONE GROWTHS: Basecoat - Coal Black[Formula P3] Highlight 1 - Meredius Blue[Formula P3] Highlight 2 - Meredius Blue + Frostbite [Formula P3] Highlight 3 - Frostbite

BRASS: Basecoat - Weapon Bronze[Army Painter] Shade - Strong Tone[Army Painter] Highlight - Greedy Gold[Army Painter]

PLAGUESKIN: Basecoat - Rakarth Flesh[Formula P3] Shade - Caspian Flesh Wash[Formula P3] + Athonian Camoshade [Citadel] (3:2 ratio)

TENTACLES: (Done over Plagueskin) Glaze - Carroburg Crimson [Citadel] + Purple Tone [Army Painter] + Water + Thinning Medium [Vallejo] (2:1:1:2 ratio, applied in many many thin glazes built up toward ends)

POSTULES: (Done over Plagueskin) Basecoat - Bog Moss [Formula P3] Glaze - 'Ardcoat [Citadel]

LEATHER: Basecoat - Bloodstone [Formula P3] Shade - Dark Tone [Army Painter] Highlight 1 - Bloodstone + Rucksack Tan [Formula P3] Highlight 2 - Rucksack Tan Highlight 3 - 'Jack Bone [Formula P3] (corners only)

OOZE: Basecoat - Wurm Green [Formula P3] Highlight - Sickly Skin [Formula P3 Glaze - 'Ardcoat [Citadel]

RUSTY IRON: Basecoat - Gun Metal [Army Painter] Shade - Dark Tone [Army Painter] Glaze - Bloodstone [Formula P3] + Water (built up for rust effect) Highlight - Shining Silver [Army Painter]

BLACK: Basecoat - Abaddon Black [Citadel] Highlight 1 - Greatcoat Grey [Formula P3] Highlight 2 - Greatcoat Grey + Sickly Skin [Formula P3] Highlight 3 - Sickly Skin

#warhammer 40k #painting guide #poxwalker

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castielsbeelove · 7 years

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Lucifer x Prophet!Reader Chapter Three

Warnings: Most likely cursing

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Notes: This ones short I’m so sorry I’m not good at dividing chapters

The mountains were a pretty change in scenery. Lucifer managed to take you to a beautiful cabin deep in the woods of Forks, Washington. No one would bother you there. You were far away from your previous home, and you got to take your pets with you. Cujo adjusted nicely, running around the cabin happily with your kitten Keanu. They seemed pleased. Your snake however was pretty stressed, so you left him alone in his own room upstairs.

Lucifer was happy to get you whatever you needed, he got your food and new furniture, books and crystals. You weren’t going to be in any witchy business soon so you didn’t really need them, but they still comforted you.

The first time he visited you after moving in was when you were watering your plants by the windowsill overlooking the mountains. You turned around, surprised to see him.

“Hello.” He said as he walked up next to you, looking at the plants. They were all healthy and green. “How are you? Nothing bothering you, I hope?” He asked, turning to look you in the eyes.

“No, everything’s fine, just a bit…” You didn’t want to admit it, but you were getting pretty lonely. Your puppy and kitten were company, sweet company, but they weren’t really the conversation type. “Lonely.”

He furrowed his brows, looking down. “I can understand that.” And he could, very well. He understood the very definition of it. How long had he spent alone in that cage? He wouldn’t wish that loneliness on anyone. “Do you want me to send one of my demons here to stay with you? I know a very nice girl, Aeshma-”

“No.” You cut him off and trailed a fingertip along a leaf of your favorite plant. “I don’t know her. I don’t really like demons.”

He smiled at that. “Neither do I.” He said and looked out the window at the glorious mountains, at the sun that was going to be setting soon.

You didn’t want to say it. But you wanted him to be staying with you. It made you feel safe. You knew he was busy, being satan and all, but it would make your life so much better if he spent time with you.

“I’m not too busy in hell.” He said and you looked up at him sharply, furrowed brows. Before you could say anything he spoke. “Sorry. I forget humans have that privacy thing.” He smiled and it caused you to smile as well.

“So, is that a yes?” You asked timidly, your kitten making a grand appearance, meowing and rubbing against Lucifer’s leg. He bent down and picked up the gray kitten, cradling it on his shoulder like a small child. He had more experience with animals, since they were around longer than humans. And he liked them more. They were sweeter, they weren’t selfish, they didn’t kill or rape or commit crimes.

“I can stay most of the time.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but squeal with excitement. He grinned at that. “But, sometimes I must deal with duties in Hell. Boring stuff.” He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Other than that, I will keep you company.”

You don’t know why that made you so happy. Maybe because you’d gone so long without huma- well… you get the just.That and the fact that you were bonded. You couldn’t think of any other archangel you’d rather have watching over you.

Internally, Lucifer was cursing himself. How was he so weak to let a human bring out positive emotions from him? Given you two were bonded and he was your protector for life, he couldn’t think of any other reason he would waste his free time here with you.

In inside you, you weren’t afraid to admit to yourself that you were forming strong emotions towards him. Sure it was his duty to protect you. But the way he killed Abaddon? It was like he enjoye causing her pain. He could have snapped his fingers and had her turned to dust, but instead he tortured her for minutes. And that made you feel happy. Why? Who knows.

You spent the day outside with him. The both of you sat on a stone bench with green moss growing up the sides of it. You discussed the beginning of time, the formation of angels. He remembered when the first angel was made, Castiel.

“I remembered him.” You smiled widely, looking at him. The setting sun made his blue eyes stand out as well as his sandy blonde hair. He was beautiful. You knew he was just in a vessel, but damn, he chose a mighty fitting one.

“He was a good soldier. He looked up to me. I sort of raised him, but when I…” He trailed off, clenching his fists and looking at the ground. “He no longer thought of me as the ‘awesome big brother’ I was made out to be.”

You felt sympathy, but you weren’t going to apologize. That wouldn’t help. “Can you tell me… what you did?”

He looked over at you and he looked ready to skin you alive. But he held it in. He drew in a deep breath and looked back to the setting sun. “I’ll tell you eventually. I don’t want to talk about it right now. Now, I need to handle some things in Hell. But if you need me, pray and I promise I will be at your side in an instant.” He said and smiled at you before vanishing in a flutter.

It was lonely back inside your cabin when he left. Your animals sensed it and they tried to cheer you up, your kitten bringing you a frog and your little puppy cuddling around your neck as you laid on the bed. Passing time was hard, all you could really do was cook yourself food, watch tv, read. When Lucifer wasn’t there you found it hard to stay happy. You started remembering the blood all over your face and in your mouth. Remembering the death of the that first demon, then Abaddon. It was horrible. At times you found yourself crying into a pillow.

“Why are you crying?” His voice was monotone, looking down at you in your bed.

You flipped over, suprised to see him there. You didn’t pray or call for him. Perhaps he had just felt your pain and came to see if you were okay. You wiped under your eyes and ran a hand through your hair, trying to look more suitable.

“Just thinking about things. Humans normally don’t like seeing blood and mutilated bodies.” You laughed half heartedly, trying to ease up the mood.

Lucifer nodded in understanding. “I can see why.” He paused for a moment before sitting beside you, taking your kitten into his arms. It was sleepy so she just laid there, eyes closed softly purring. “Is there anything I can do to take your mind off of it?”

When he said that you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. Well, his vessel. Such perfect skin and blonde hair. His eyes though, they were what got you. Such a bright gorgeous icy blue, but they held so much power in them. You could stare into them for hours. He noticed you looking and smiled, a few wrinkled forming at the edges of his eyes. “I like to think my vessel is attractive as well.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling a bit. “Yeah. Mind Reading thing. I should learn to control my thoughts.” You said and he just smiled, setting your kitten down. It padded over to the foot of the bed and curled up on a pillow. “No, I don’t think there’s anything you can do. Just give me time to heal.” You said and he nodded in understanding.

“I brought more food and water, it’s all stocked in your cabinets and refrigerator.” He said and stood up. “I’ll leave you now, I might come back later with some plants I think you’ll enjoy.” He said and before you could thank him he vanished with the familiar flutter of wings.

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