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localplaguenurse · 10 months

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Do you think there is/was a cult that worship the Regina Sanguine to an obsessive degree

Like yk how the overzealous religious cults go

Oh probably. I started to kinda explain everything about how wifey as a goddess worked last night to @crystalflygeo but I put like a Lot of thought into it so I can say yes they did absolutely have a cult or two worshipping them.

I'm supposed to be finishing dad fic but I'm counting this as a little brain break to just info dump. This gets long, I have been quietly insane with this knowledge for a while.

Also spoilers for As Gold as the Ginkgo Trees but that is a given.

I already touched on it in the fic but I'm gonna go more in depth here. Regina Sanguine, or the Blood Queen, is in reference to the fact they are a mortal being of flesh and blood compared to Rex Lapis, the Rock King, a being made of geo. It is also tangentially related to the fact that Morax is the Warrior God and deals out punishments to those who break contracts with him.

There are three aspects of worship in regards to wifey. One is their "role" as a loving fertility goddess. Another is their role as Mother of Arts. The last is them being an omen of vengeance and punishment.

The fertility goddess is simple enough. Their lore stems around the idea of marriage and families, so naturally they are associated with those things as they become a more prominent figure. It's why I had ginkgo tree and silk flower imagery become important to weddings in the lore of the fic, because their actual dress looked and smelled like a silk flower, and they grew up in a monastery with ginkgo trees. (And thanks to a certain ginger, we also know that wifey was... really into practicing fertility *wink wink nudge nudge gets shot*)

The Mother of Arts, again pretty simple. When you have 2000 years to practice art, you're gonna get good at it eventually and perhaps have a hand in several art movements. Not just that, but they would give "blessings" to struggling artists (aka actually really handy advice and encouragement), so they are appreciated in that sense.

Now, the omen of vengeance and punishment, now that I have been waiting to be asked about.

Wifey has taken inspiration from two Greek myths; Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, and more modern interpretations of Medusa. The Persephone parallel is more relevant to how they were worshipped, but their connection to their motherly figure and also being literally taken from their old home by their husband and brought elsewhere was slightly inspired by that. The Medusa comparison is the main one.

So first and foremost, I want to say this myth is not necessarily the actual story of Medusa. She and the other gorgons were already established characters before this particular story came about. However, this is the more largely known iteration of the story which is where I got the idea.

So if you know, Medusa was a worshipper of the goddess Athena, and had an eternal vow of chastity. During a visit to Athena's temple, she is assaulted by Poseidon, or is otherwise tricked by him, and as a result, she is cursed with her more snakelike appearance, and that anyone who looks at her will turn to stone. Depending on how you read into that myth, it can be interpreted as Athena unjustly punishing an abuse victim, or it can be seen as Athena trying to bless her in a way that would seem unsightly to other men, by altering her appearance and literally making anyone who so much as looks at her turn to stone.

Now obviously you can guess which scene was inspired by that specific myth. The Abbess has made wifey's life hell, and after physically assaulting them and attacking Wei Jin, she is first impaled and then turned to stone for it. This story of course spread throughout Liyue once wifey became more established, so much like how the Medusa head was used to ward off evil and is a common symbol for assault survivors, wifey is a symbol for abuse survivors as well. The reason they are specifically an omen and not an actual goddess is because they did not hurt the Abbess, but their husband certainly fucking did.

So onto the actual question of did they have cults-

I'm just gonna link this video here because 1. good channel, I love their trope talks series, and 2. this is where I got the main Persephone inspiration from. Also for some reason Tumblr won't let me put the actual video into this sooooooooo yeah. I'm not gonna make you watch a 20 minute video for like one reference so I'm just going to poorly summarize the relevant information: One of Persephone's believed names was Despoina, in reference to a mystery cult in Arcadia that worshipped her and her mother. It's largely accepted that they're the same goddess, but we don't have exact confirmation because mystery cults and Despoina's main thing was her real name was a secret unless you were actually initiated into her followings. The other thing about Persephone is she is a Cthonic goddess, and the thing about Cthonic gods? You did not want to get their attention and saying their name was a very good way to do that.

Now, did I have wifey's name become "forgotten" aside from the title of Regina Sanguine so I could avoid putting a (y/n) in the fic? Yes, but it also ties into the idea of them being worshipped as a terrifying omen of vengeance and punishment. If you say their name, you get their attention, and if you have their attention, you have Morax's attention as well, so you had best be on your best behaviour and showing your appreciation to his wife.

Being worshipped as a fertility goddess... yeah honestly you can take a wild guess how that turns out. As soon as you said cults I honestly flashed back to when I was playing one of my few rounds of Fear and Hunger and stumbled across the bunnymasks in the backyard. I'm just exploring and I come across a hidden corner with a bunch of people in bunny masks getting it on for their goddess Sylvian, who is also behind the "marriages" in the game.

So like, yeah. Wifey had a couple cults here and there, and was worshipped both as a symbol to abuse survivors, an artist, and a fertility and marriage goddess. They were predominantly worshipped as for the fertility part and so their specific cults were... very fertile.

Tldr: Yes.

#ask #as gold as the ginkgo trees #ivy!#i'm not even going to apologize for how long this got #you have no idea how long i've been waiting for SOMEONE to ask me this sort of question #and now here i am #with my corkboard and red strings #rambling like a mental patient #it's great #time to go actually write fic again

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ryttu3k · 9 months

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Good Omens, season two, episode 1! Spoilers ahead!

Re: tagging, for this season, will be tagging everything 'good omens 2', will continue using 'good omens' for everything referring to the series and book as a whole, and will use 'good omens spoilers' for anything not under an actual cut. Please let me know if you would prefer me to use 'good omens spoilers' for everything relating to season 2, not just stuff not under a cut!

So like, this write-up will have the GO and GO2 tags, but not the spoiler one because it's under a cut. Other stuff, I will tag. Currently blacklisting both 'good omens 2' and 'good omens spoilers' until I finish the season!

Star creator Crowley. Well, not 'Crowley' just yet, but still!

Oh man he's so Doctor-y here.

"How much trouble can I get in just by asking a few questions?" Awkward laughter.

Aziraphale and the record store owner is v. sweet. I can just see her being like, "Thank you, you're an angel " "Well yes, but don't go spreading it around!"

Oh huh! When I saw Miranda Richardson's name in the credits I assumed Madame Tracy was making a return, but I dig her new character! Very polished.

Crowley is entirely correct on the ducks btw

"See anything you fancy?" I ship them.

You know what, he knows how to make an entrance XD

Maggie and Nina! There will be a Dynamic there.

"You know what it's like when you don't know anything at all, and yet you're totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?" "(Yes absolutely six thousand years of bonding will do that to a mf) NOT EVEN REMOTELY LOL"

lmao I was right (re: the 'you're an angel!' line).

Oh tragic Maggie is def crushing on Nina but Nina has a partner. Pensive emoji. Also that looks like a brand of tea Mum loves lmao

jfc guys just. Work together on this :-\ There's clearly a Mystery Afoot! OTOH, I do kind of understand why Crowley does not want in on this shit, he likes his existence!

…extreme sanctions, huh. Dangit Crowley don't do anything like turn Gabriel in an attempt to protect Aziraphale…

Nina's partner seems pretty controlling :-\

They have an official apology dance?

"No one will have noticed a thing!" I believe this is what we call 'famous last words'…

#good omens #good omens 2

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fembutchboygirl · 8 months

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hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.

OOOH YES I'm actually gonna share multiple because I like what I write <3 here you go:

This is an introduction that I'm very proud of:

Camille Smith didn't appreciate The Invisible Man. She could get past the whole bandage thing, really. She wasn't the type of person that had to relate to every aspect of a character to connect with them. And she aknowledged the artistic eye behind it. No, it was all the murder that had her leave the theater no more than 30 minutes into the film, sporting a frown on her face that couldn't decide whether it was grumpy, frustrated, or disappointed. She huffed as she walked out into the busy street before her. What terrible representation. The movie was a product of its time, she could understand that, but surely some level of empathy towards invisible people could be expected of the filmmakers. "Being invisible makes you a crazy murderer" was a crummy idea for a movie, full stop. Camille only wished she had known better before wasting eight pounds on her ticket. Even though she was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, the crowd swerved around her like stream water around a rock. Very few people so much as brushed against her; absolutely no one looked at her. This was because Camille Smith was invisible. No, get those bandages and murderous intentions out of your mind. She wasn't literally invisible. Not in the strict sense of the word.

This is another introduction I really like, though this one shines because of the transition:

He took the card. In a microscopic font (in order for it to all fit very tightly in the middle, leaving plenty of the extra room that business cards must always have so that the letters can run around and play whenever you're not looking), it read: 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐗 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞-𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞-𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧-𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. "And this…" Mr. Kand struggled to identify where the last name began. He failed. "This, um, this wizard. Are you certain she can handle this in a properly professional manner?" "Absolutely," Ms. Matte confirmed with a smile. "She's the most capable wizard I've ever worked with. Your problem will be taken care of in the most tactful, swift, and discreet of fashions. I guarantee it." -------------------------- Esther Pythonysia Celesthine Luminaitis Vox, who we will refer to as Esther from this moment forward, was at the time of this conversation lying face-down on the floor of an alley, with her hair mere millimeters away from a puddle of her own vomit. Her robes hadn't been as lucky. The deep regal purple of the sleeves had fused with a sickly muted orange, and the silk had gone stiff around the now dried stains.

• And this excerpt from a good omens fic I worked on for a while:

It is well known that angels love by nature. They hold a sort of blanket love over all living beings, from the tiniest and most remote unicellular bacteria to the oldest spruce tree in a mountaintop in Sweden. Some people — "people" being one particularly sophistic demon and a bunch more who copied him — have argued that this sort of impersonal love is disingenuous; since, if you love exactly everything exactly equally, wouldn't that be the same as not loving at all? Angels have said in return that it's not like that at all, and refused to give further statement. Despite this, most angels advise against getting personally attached to particular living beings, given their propensity towards dying. Then, of course, most angels don't have a problem with this to begin with. They all spend most of their time up in Heaven, only occasionally dropping by Earth for check-ins or special events such as the birth of Christ or the final showing of The Sound of Music. As Heaven's emissary on Earth and therefore the one most jeopardized by this problem, Aziraphale had to pay special attention to said bit of advice, and tried his best to follow it to the letter. Unfortunately, his best didn't always work out.

Hope you enjoyed!!

#blue asks #blue words #first two are oc work though the first one is technically a good omens oc too

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auxiliarydetective · 2 years

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Fandom List

Yes, there are some weird ones. I do not control the hyperfixation

The A-Team · Band of Brothers · Dawn Of The Dead (2014) · Descendants · Die Drei ??? · Five Nights at Freddy's · Ghostbusters · Hogan's Heroes · In Space With Markiplier · Jim Knopf und Lukas der Lokomotivführer · K-12 · Night At The Museum · Le Petit Prince · One Piece · The Orville · Die Rosenheim-Cops · Sanders Sides · Star Wars · Star Trek · Steven Universe · Who Killed Markiplier · The Umbrella Academy · VoicePlay

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OC Masterlist

Caution: Long post! But there are treasures awaiting you, my friend...

Q&A for my OCs and fanfics is always open!

All OCs are listed with their age at their introduction

Side note: I wish I could put collapsable thingies in posts, then it wouldn't be so long

The A-Team (1983 - 1987)

A. Karma "Kit" Kelley, 24, nonbinary/genderfluid + omnisexual

Character Tag: x

Love Interest: Templeton "Faceman" Peck (Ship Tag: x)

AO3: The Changeling

Faceclaim: Kristen Stewart

The official reason for Kit's nickname within the team is because they can make incredible transformations using a makeup kit, but it's an open secret that it's also an excuse to compare her to a kitten. A former trapeze artist, she's strong, agile and decently flexible. Kit absolutely loathes being referred to as a woman unless they're consciously presenting as female for a mission (but I still mostly use she/her when writing fanfic because it's the 80s). Her most defining feature are the large birthmarks on her face, shoulder and thigh that you can see here.

The A-Team (2010)

Karma "Kit" Kelley, 20s, trans male + omnisexual

Character Tag: x

Love Interest: Templeton "Faceman" Peck

Artist, soldier, troublemaker. Hand-picked by Hannibal despite his rebellious reputation, Kit Kelley is a member of the A-Team, an elite military unit that has gone eight years, eighty successful mission. That is until a mission in Baghdad goes awry and Kit's career as well as his right to live his truth is torpedoed. With a spectacular chain of prison breakouts, the A-Team's mission to clear their names and reclaim their honor begins.

Band of Brothers (2001)

Anita Reed, cis-female + bisexual

Character Tag: x

Love Interest: Donald Malarkey

AO3: WIP!

Faceclaim: Ana de Armas

Anita is hard-working and energetic. She joined the WAC to do her part, to finally feel like what she does can move something. Her path eventually leads her to working as a parachute rigger in Aldbourne, England. There, she meets the paratroopers of Easy Company, which is bound to change her life forever.

Descendants (2015 - )

Diana, 15, cis-female, pansexual

Character Tag: (x)

Faceclaim: India Eisley

Diana is the daughter of Diaval and maybe the worst villain on the Isle - meaning she's horrible at being a villain. She just can't help it, it's in her nature to be kind-hearted. While her father is proud of her for it and her friends at the very least tolerate it, others aren't as happy about it. Among those is Maleficent. When Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay are invited to Auradon, she sends Diana with them, transformed into a pet blackbird, as a last chance to prove her worth as a villain.

Claire Frollo, 16, lesbian

Character Tag: x

Faceclaim: Renée Rapp

Claire Frollo is rebellious and anything but religious, but she'd be lying if she said the imagery of it all didn't appeal to her.

Ghostbusters (1984)

Chandrah (all pronouns)

Character Tag: (x)

Faceclaim: Anthony Turpel (male), Juno Temple (female)

Chandrah is a demon, summoned by some kids in the middle of a parking lot. Now trapped in this dimension, it decides to explore a little, eventually stumbling upon the university lab of the doctors Spengler, Venkman and Stantz. Disguised as the human male "Charlie Drake", he befriends the three scientist, accidentally getting himself dragged into hunting his fellow spectres and undead.

Good Omens (2019 - )

Philomel, Embodiment of Love

Character Tag: x

Love Interest: Crowley & Aziraphale

Faceclaim: Jane Levy

When Philomel was born in the Garden of Eden, birds sang and they say that angels and demons were at peace for that moment alone. Crowley and Aziraphale were the first people she met and fate - or perhaps her own nature - kept sweeping her back towards them time after time throughout history. Especially after her fall (that she still believes to have been a misunderstanding), she is practically glued to them by the hip. They were with her in the beginning, so why shouldn't she stay with them until the end? And so, Philomel, known to humans as Venus Acidalia or Melanie Sapphice, proceeds to try and stop the end of the world, if anything to give her two lovers the chance to confess their love instead of having to kill each other... and because she has fallen just a little too much in love with the world herself.

Hogan's Heroes (1965 - 1971)

Viktoria "Vicky" Brandt, 24, cis-female + bisexual

Character Tag: (x or x)

Love Interest: Corporal Peter Newkirk (Ship Tag: x)

AO3: Vicky Allen

Faceclaim: Marilyn Monroe

Vicky is the wife of a young SS General... and also secretly an SOE agent by the name of Zoe Allen. To make things even more complicated, she's in a secret relationship with a prisoner at the POW camp she's working at. That's not a lie, she's working at the camp - just not actually for the Germans, but for Colonel Hogan and his Heroes.

Jim Knopf und Lukas der Lokomotivführer (movies, 2018 + 2020)

Helena, 13(?), cis-female

Character Tag: (x)

Faceclaim: Holly Earl

Helena grows up on a tiny island with two mountains, a smaller one and a bigger one, that has barely enough space for the houses of its residents and a train station plus rails for steam locomotive Emma. Her father Lukas is the engine driver, but her interests lie much more in reading and other quiet, precise tasks. If anyone takes over his job one day, it'll be Jim, the adoptive son of shopkeeper Ms Waas. When the king of the island declares that Emma has to leave to make space for houses for the kids for when they're adults, Lukas, Jim, Emma and Helena leave the island, beginning the adventure of their lives.

K-12 (movie, 2019)

Honey Penelope, minor, demigirl, sapphic

Character Tag: (x)

Faceclaim: Isolda Dychauk

Image: Artbreeder, edited by me

Honey is the daughter of Miss Penelope, one of the teacher's at school. Just like her mother, she never speaks, but uses her powers to change her gold necklace into the shape of words if necessary. Nobody knows whether her name is really Honey. It could just be because the liquid gold looks like honey when she transforms it.

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (2003)

I've reached the image limit 😭

Varsha Devi, ?, bisexual

Character Tag: (x)

Love Interest: Dr. Henry Jekyll

Faceclaim: Banita Sandhu

Varsha is a pure mystery to the League when they first meet her. There's something about this beautiful woman in her fine saree and jewelry that's vital to the Nautilus, but nobody knows what it is. Nobody except Nemo, of course, but he keeps his mouth shut almost as tightly as Varsha, who never speaks a word. But when everything starts falling apart in Venice, Varsha's facade, too, shatters.

M*A*S*H (1972-1983)

ENTER PICTURE HERE ONCE I'M BACK ON DESKTOP I've reached the image limit

Euphemia Iris Winchester, 20s, bisexual

Character Tag: x

Faceclaim: Amanda Fix

Iris is charming, open-minded and cheerful, beloved by practically everyone at the 4077. With how popular she is, you wouldn't think for a moment that her and the less than social Charles Winchester are related - until they start bickering and full-naming each other, of course. A known enabler of chaos, her and Hawkeye get on like fire and gasoline and if Hawkeye won't provide her with shenanigans, she'll just provide Klinger with a new dress and her jewelry instead.

Mario Universe; Mario & Luigi Series (2003 - )

Princess Sherry

Character Tag: (x)

Avatar Maker by: AzaleasDolls

Sherry is Peach's younger sister, raised away from the palace and given a magical amulet to protect her from Bowser. But when a plot against her sister is unveiled, Sherry is finally allowed to step into action.

Night At The Museum (2006, 2009, 2014)

Bára Heiðradóttir, physically around 16-18

Character Tag: (x)

Love Interest: Ahkmenrah

AO3: The Völva

Faceclaim: Frida Gustavsson

Bára is a völva, a Viking witch, but also one of the many exhibits coming alive at the Museum of Natural History at night. A motivated helper for Larry during his nightly duties, she's free-spirited and witty - and in love with the Pharaoh, even though she has never seen him.

Le Petit Prince (TV show, 2010-2017)

Sonata (of the Utopians)

Character Tag: (x)

Faceclaim: Anna Lambe

Base by: katsu-bases (I think)

Sonata is the younger sister of the Utopians' diva Euphonia. Her voice isn't as strong or beautiful as her sister's, but she loves to write poems and songs - with magical properties!

One Piece (1997 - )

(note: Names are written in the last name - first name format; faceclaims are given just in case I need them after the live action movie comes out)

Aether Luna, 18/20, cis-female + straight

Character Tag: (x)

Love Interest: Vinsmoke Sanji (Ship Tag: x)

Faceclaim: Elle Fanning

Base by: Destinys-Heart

Luna is a moon spirit that somehow got caught up in the Straw Hat's shenanigans. Before she knew it, she fell in love with the crew and head over heels for their cook. From then on, she sticks with them like a guardian angel.

Charlotte Inari, 14/16, cis-female + ace + panromantic

Character Tag: (x)

Faceclaim: Joey King

Base by: Louane-Knight

Inari is the twin sister of Charlotte Pudding, Sanji's future fiancé. But she doesn't know all of that. Dragged away from home because of her devil fruit powers, she grows up all across the Grand Line, finally ending up with Enel and being saved by the Straw Hat Pirates. By law of her devil fruit, she has to stay with them now - and casually gives everyone a heart attack when she mentions she's Big Mom's daughter.

One Piece Live Action (2023 - )

*Curse you, image limit!*

Akaito Coraline, 18, cis-female & bisexual

Character Tag: (x)

Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman

Part of a long legacy of tailors, Cora is a childhood friend of Sanji's. She's kind, caring, and compassionate but freezes at every touch.

The Orville (2017 - )

Raevyn Caelia Maumahara, 26, cis-female + bisexual

Character Tag: (x)

Love Interest: Gordon Malloy (Ship Tag: x)

AO3: All Our Yesterdays | The Emissary

Faceclaim: Alexandra Daddario

Image: Artbreeder, edited by me

Originally Alara's successor as Chief of Security on the USS Orville (note: I made Raevyn before Talla was introduced), Raevyn is transported back in time on accident. After dealing with Pria Lavesque, Raevyn has to explain herself to the Orville crew of the past. Since there's no way to send her back to the future, she stays on board. This gives her plenty of chances to do things she was simply too late for in her original timeline or that went horribly wrong, including a fresh start on her relationship with a certain helmsman. Half terrestrial, half aquatic Tehiko, Raevyn is an excellent swimmer and has electrokinetic and telepathic abilities. Sometimes, they do her more harm than good.

Die Rosenheim-Cops (2002 - )

Eva Gardner, 31, cis-female + pan

Character Tag: (x)

Love Interest: Michael "Michi" Mohr

Faceclaim: Isis Valverde

Eva appeared out of nowhere. One morning, she just showed up and now the homicide division has an apprentice from the US. Or trainee. Assistant? Assistant seems like the most fitting word since Eva dislikes being trained and likes throwing in ideas. Sometimes a little aggressively. Aside from having a young, motivated coworker, Eva's presence has the added bonus of there being someone else besides Inspector Hansen who doesn't understand the Bavarian dialect - and of taking some work off Michi Mohr's shoulders.

Sanders Sides (2016 - )

Eve "Imagination" Sanders, basically a child but ageless, genderfae

Character Tag: (x)

Faceclaim: Keira Knightley

Eve represents Thomas's Imagination. She's not a side, but the embodiment of the concept. Thomas associates imagination with a little girl playing in a flower field, so that's why she's feminine-lloking. On top of this, Eve is also younger than any of the sides because it took Thomas a while to get an understanding for what imagination was. Everyone's little sister, Eve is also responsible for letting Thomas interact with the Sides and for the mind palace - which can sometimes lead to her getting possessed by one of them if they need more control.

Squid Game (2021 - )

Lee Byeong-ho, cis-male + gay

Character Tag: (x)

Faceclaim: Ahn Jae-hyun

Byeong-ho is an old lover friend of Sang-woo’s from Joy Investments. He used to work there in a low position until Sang-woo helped him reach his dream of becoming an actor by financing his education at university. However, this caused them to have to go into a long-distance relationship. In this time, Sang-woo went into debt and Byeong-ho fell victim to a gambling addiction, further pushing himself into debt too. They both lied to each other about this. But when they both join the Squid Game, it throws them both into turmoil.

Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987-1994)

*Once again, image limit*

K'Rala, nonbinary + pansexual

Character Tag: x

Love Interest: Tasha Yar (& others)

Faceclaim: Emma Corrin

K'Rala is half Vulcan, quarter Betazoid and quarter Aenar, making them an extraordinary telepath. But their biggest passion lies in engineering, leading them onto the Enterprise under Captain Picard. Raised under the watchful eye of their traditional Vulcan mother, K'Rala maintains a professional, logic-driven air, suppressing their telepathy and all emotions. Only one person on board can claim to have seen them genuinely smile - Chief of Security Tasha Yar, who they have some less than logical feelings for. But when that bond is tragically broken, it's up to the crew of the Enterprise to put their friend back together because nobody is alone on the starship Enterprise. Through the cracks of their grief, K'Rala emerges as a brand new person, easing into their emotions and determined to give back what love their friends gave them ten-fold.

Star Wars (1977 - )

Lan "Lani" Skywalker, 19, cis-female + aroace

Character Tag: (x)

AO3: The Rule of Three

Faceclaim: Amrita Acharia

What if the children of Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidale had been triplets, not twins? And what if the third child had been raised by Ahsoka? Lani was a special case from a very young age, being the most emotional one of the twins and struggling with using the force on command. Still, she's the only one getting Jedi training throughout her teenage years. Just when she thinks she's on a great path to becoming a Jedi knight, Ahsoka disappears and Lani is left to fend for herself. Meeting her siblings again turns her life upside down and she starts losing control again. Still, her goal remains the same: All she wants is to make her father proud.

Steven Universe (2013 - 2020)

(old image, definitely needs a redo...)

Indigo Pearl, sapphic

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Base by: TFAfangirl14

Indigo used to be a Pearl in Pink Diamond's court before her "shattering", during which she lost her owner. Upon being integrated into Blue Diamond's court, most of the pink hue was drained from her system, gaining her her signature indigo color. Due to her past of belonging to Pink, Blue kept her very close, keeping her as a second personal pearl. Wanting to take revenge for her original diamond's shattering, she ends up on Earth, becoming caught up in the Crystal Gem's business.

The Umbrella Academy (2019 - )

Kassandra Hargeeves, 30, cis-female + asexual

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Faceclaim: Kaya Scodelario

Kassandra, also known as Number Eight or The Seer, has the power of telepathy, with the unfortunate handicap that she can't tell anyone about any secrets she finds out. With her powers rendered mostly useless to Reginald Hargreeves, she uses them mainly to be there for her siblings and comfort them. When this becomes too much for her to handle, she leaves, but she can never let go. Years after she leaves, her father dies and the family comes together again, leading Kassandra down an emotional journey. Also, the world is ending.

Vocalization (My VoicePlay fanfic)

Evelynn Carter, 21, cis-female + bisexual

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AO3: Vocalization

Faceclaim: Danielle Rose Russel

Image: Artbreeder

Young, childish and insecure. Those are the three words that describe little Evelynn. That is until she meets five men on the way back from a bad party. From then on, fate glues her to them and she goes from an unpopular, scared loner to a cheerful acapella singer in less than six months.

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thetrashppl · 9 months

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good omens spoilerssss under the cut just rambling my mind out

just seen a lot of cool takes about this but something something about that last scene not being really about crowley thinking that 'nothing lasts forever' is about them, about 'us', although absolutely agreed about them sucking at communication, dancing around truths and feelings rather than addressing them or having a honest conversation

but imo it's more about crowley knowing just what aziraphale means by 'nothing lasts forever', knowing that for aziraphale this means they can be together "in the right way", that aziraphale believes, naively, that they can fix the corruption from the inside out, together, and make it a place where the angel that crowley used to be woud have never fallen, because aziraphale knows crowley is "good" from his own personal, very close relationship

and it's about crowley being frustrated and terrified to realize that aziraphale still believes heaven is the right answer, that it's all about 'good and bad' sides. but since they've never had a proper conversation about any of this, this moment and his reaction all come a little too late, no strong base for it

i could go into how aziraphale still refers to hell and demons as 'the bad guys' and yet believes in crowley's goodness simply because (as far as we know) he's the only demon he's had such a close, long relationship with, the only chance for him to see more sides of the same story, yknow? well, the only time he couldn't ignore it's there. like he still holds, hands burning, onto the idea of demons being inherently wrong and devious cause otherwise it means he has to question A LOT of things about heaven and angels and god herself, and that's also how i see his choice at the end of the season. yes, he wants to make things right by crowley in the way he believes it's the right one, the just one, probably the one he convinced himself crowley wishes for, cause bad communication. but it's also a desperate grip cause unlike crowley he's always been deeply afraid of that 'loneliness' that would come from standing in the middle and embracing the hard truths

it's like if you were fired and blacklisted by an awful evil mega-corporation that quite literally runs the world but your partner, despite knowing about all the behind-curtain-shit, still worked there and always tried to make it less of a big deal when speaking about it with others. you find other ppl who have also been blacklisted and you have to idfk turn to crime together, okay, cause there's no other option for you lot. and one day this partner comes to you like 'you know our boss? your ex-boss? the one that fucked up your life and has kept you out of work for years just because you made some suggestions for a fairer workplace? well, they're promoting me and they say i can bring you back in! you won't be blacklisted anymore! you won't have to hang around *that kind* of ppl anymore, you're better than them- we can fix things! under the same boss! following the same rules and the same outlined plans, but we can do it better! cause i love you and i believe in us and i need you!'

your response would also be 'wtf'

crowley is a dumb gay disaster, the first original simp, but he's so so smart and so so aware of how things work and that can be isolating sometimes depending on who you hang around with

#textpost #im not tagging it as good omens cause im not smart enough to spread my takes confidently okay #and someone has probs done this better already #but i wanted to ramble #it's been so long since i fandom ramble it feels good #im rusty but it feels good

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girlbloggercrowley · 9 months

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after reflection i am not a believer in The Theory doc

discussion under cut

-"neil gaiman's such a good writer it's impossible for him to do anything wrong ever, i am going to continually reference this fact and base the entire theory premise on this"

wrong. yeah the man is talented. but absolutely yes he has the potential to write something not stunning, AS DO WE ALL, being, you know, humans.

-it is so tjlc that it makes me nervous large swathes of fandom seem to be believing in it. lads. lads please

-not a fan of the tone of it personally, although this is an issue irrelevant to the points inside it

-several "plot holes" or weird things pointed out in the intro are just... not plot holes. like aziraphale drawing. or the gabe statue payoff.

-"maggie does some weird things therefore she isn't real. look at these coffeeshop au lesbians! haha they're such a plot device that i'm going to say one of them is Made Up, just because of how strange and unusual i think they are"

i think "something's up with maggie" is an interesting theory. "she's entirely fictional" is inane. also i have words for people ignoring maggie+nina/discounting them as "tropes" or "lesbians to help the gay men get along" like actually they had their own story... yes they were plot devices but they were self aware plot devices same as some characters from s1

-the avoidance of alcohol is interesting, but could have many explanations.

i think my biggest reason for being suspicious of this is that good omens season 2 is a continuation of good omens 1, and good omens the book, and it is between season 1 and the season 2 that pratchett and gaiman planned out. if the neighbor of the beast was supposed to start with metatron going "aha! i have trapped you all in my secret time manipulation scheme, there is no escape!! muahahahaha" then i think the guy would have showed up in s2 more than just in the last episode, for the most part.

also, this hinges so heavily on what i call "bad on purpose" that it's kind of headache-inducing. one: from what i've seen of gaiman, he doesn't do that kind of thing. what an insane gamble to throw away potential ratings/s3 for a mind game that the doc author seems to think the vast majority of people simply wouldn't be able to comprehend/figure out for themselves, from the way they wrote the doc. two: sometimes things are just mediocre

but i have a specific vendetta towards bad "on purpose" or "the villain is good actually" or "the authors have this massive secret that you plebs don't get kind" of theory (i understand that these are not exactly similar and also, this is showing my inherent bias against the essay, but i feel it's better to acknowledge that bias). theories that go "actually it's completely different" feel, i need, either a load of solid evidence or a vibe where it's like "this is just a theory though, we're having fun!" i'm not super with tone but i don't think the theory has either.

i think theorizing is good and fun and a creative way to engage with fandom. i'm not a fan of this one. and now, after old man porch-ing about how you gotta take time before posting essays in the tags, i will post this essay i wrote in 30 mins with minimal revising. hit post goodbye

#the theory #discussion #disclaimer: i have not scoured the doc for things wrong with it #cause it's not 2021 and i'm not writing a meta response. i'm past that #but additionally: as someone who used to write meta #a 17k meta should not take you three days to write.#i wrote a 20k meta once and it took me about two weeks #and that was with me newly on adhd medication #so #i think for the sake of nuance and carefulness and citing your sources it should take longer #especially if you're going to be like “I'VE SOLVED IT!! I'VE CRACKED THE CODE!!” and then like. call for neil gaiman??#you gotta be Sure.

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alargehunkofdebris · 9 months

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My Horrifically Indulgent Good Omens 2 Angstageddon Playlist

If you’re anything like me, you’re going through the bizarre Twilight Zone of realizing that all those songs you indulgently listened to with a grain of salt can canonically apply to these two dimwits now. And if you’re anything like me, you drove to work in sleep-deprived hysterics as you listened to these absolutely angst-sodden songs that completely, undeniably, without a doubt, legally apply. Nothing is too much, all fair game, no question, no remorse, no napkin. It’s Angstageddon, babes, and the only reason “Angel With A Shotgun” isn’t here is because it’s too happy and optimistic.

Anyway, my musical taste is mediocre and pop-happy and goes from my current playlists all the way back to my grade 10 Ipod music near the end. Have my ever-growing catalogue of soppy songs for this bastard of a show, most curated pre-Season 2 as an “Angsty Fanfiction Playlist” but can now be promoted to “Entirely Canon-Compliant Playlist”. There’s no Queen just because it’s a given. Here’s the link to the Youtube playlist -- sorry it’s not Spotify. https://youtu.be/pvfzcGbOzqg

“Mr. Blue” – Catherine Feeny (Yes, I originally heard this at the end of Bojack. Such a lovely, gut-wretching song. Could be from both POVs kinda, but I always imagined it from A’s POV)

“Only The Lonely Survive” – Mariana’s Trench (Be prepared for a lot of Mariana’s Trench – I’m Canadian)

“Dearly Departed” – Mariana’s Trench (Lord. This song. Mariana’s Trench notoriously incorporates elements/lines from previous albums/songs, and this is no exception. A gutwrencher)

“Masterpiece Theatre III” – Mariana’s Trench (their first “showstopper finale” I believe).

“Astoria” – Mariana’s Trench (There’s references to Shakespeare and Romeo and Juliet in “when starcrossed lovers take their lives”, very them. Them as in Shakespeare, not…not the line, at least not the latter half.)

“End of an Era” – Mariana’s Trench (Again, references to Shakespeare. I would highly recommend Mariana’s Trench in general, but with a special place in my heart for the huge showstoppers they always end on, which often incorporate lines of the previous songs in album/past albums, and ALSO use Leitmotifs from PREVIOUS finale songs. They’re great.)

“Killing Kind” – Mariana’s Trench (the most recent album’s showstopping finale. The darkest one. Very credit-scene-GO2-Final-15-core, all misery, very angsty emoish, skip if you’re not into that vibe)

“From Eden” – Hozier (Yeah, yeah, duh. Let’s just assume all Hozier songs, but just in case by some miracle you’ve not heard any Hozier in relation to GO, I’ll add more)

“Take me to Church” – Hozier

“Like Real People Do” – Hozier (Ahaha, a soft and sweet song that absolutely does not fit…yet. But it will.)

“Lost” – Dermont Kennedy (A later-on remorse song for Az. Significant Lyrics: “When everything was broken/The devil hit his second stride/But you remember what I told you/Someday, I'll need your spine to hide behind” “Are we destined to burn or will we last the night?/I will hold you 'til I hold you right.”)

“Glory” – Dermont Kennedy (Can’t quite land on what perspective this is sung from, but I almost see it as a song from C’s perspective to A, with the asides referencing “She” referencing God. The complex relationship he has with her, and A, and everything.)

“King” – Lauren Aquilina (Idk why, but I just see it as a comfort song. You can take or leave, it’s just here from before GO2 as a comfort song for Crowley, who in my mind was suffering due to some overwhelmingly heartbreaking event that left him rock bottom on his own for some extended period, but of course that’d never happen canonically, pfft. Just a fanfiction song, nothing more).

“Hits Different” – Taylor Swift (Yep, she’s defo got a place on this list. She’s got SO many applicable songs, but I’ll just put a blanket order on her music and give you a few. This is currently a fav of mine and the first song I heard post-watch, and thus the one I had my big “Everything Applies Now Legally” epiphany during my listen. A poppier, slightly happier vibe that we desperately need at this point.)

“Samson” -- Regina Spektor (Jesus. I’ll likely make a video about it when I have the time.)

“Heart’s On Fire” – Passenger (A sweet song that will tear your goshdarn heart out. There’s hope in this song. “I don’t know where and I don’t know when/But I know we’ll be lovers again.”)

“Mess Is Mine” – Vance Joy (Again, hope. A forgiveness song.)

“Something In The Orange” – Zach Bryan (A bit countryish, so dif kinda vibe, but still love it. Very angst, sitting with a glass of whiskey kinda song.)

"I Will Follow You Into The Dark” – Death Cab For Cutie (Yeah, a no brainer, doi. Also I’m p sure this was on one of the Prime playlists.)

“Scared” – Tragically Hip (Ok this is very much not lyrically sound in terms of them, but it’s one of my fav Hip songs and the vibes are sweet.)

“All These Things That I’ve Done” – The Killers (Okay this is just me being goofy now, I’m going through my teenage Ipod music. Why not. Let’s end on an upbeatish note! Let’s all raise a glass to this song whose lyrics I’d write on my calculator lid in grade 10 math.)

“Long Road To Ruin” – Foo Fighters (Okay ONE more song from my old Ipod.)

#good omens 2 spoilers #good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens 2 #go2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers

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fabricated-misslieness · 1 year

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𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 Chapter 18: and Every Entity a Counterpart

Hero Kaeya x Villain male reader

Summary: Nothing makes sense, but you don't have the time to ponder.

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: description of fatal injury and dying

Mayb’s notes: I knew this chapter would be short but it still feels so wrong. the header is my reference for the Queen, but poorly edited. it comes from this tiktok. (my reference for the King was not the header for the last chapter bc it is somebody else's art)

The door to the King's chambers bursts wide open.

The two of you turn towards it with a start. Kaeya raises his dagger and you raise your hand, beginning to materialize your own sword. However, with no time to choose, your instincts take up the magic you're most attuned to.

The Smoke of Necromancy swirls in your hand, accompanied by the wicked screams of Lady Death's minions. They are loud, abundant, and horrid; the omens of death. However, one by one, the minions die off. They screech and leave, you can hear their disappearance with a suck of the atmosphere, until no more screams are heard. The failure of the spell brings you suddenly aware of the magic that it drains from your body.

Necromancy... it'd never failed you before.

Kaeya only glances at his side, at you, before taking a more protective stance while you scramble to regain your senses. Heat–the next best thing–forms a sword in your hand.

Now sufficiently prepared, shock wears off in favor of logic. You realize it's the Queen of Life and Tears that stands before you.

"No need to fret." Her voice is soft, breathy, and, though it is naturally quiet, you still hear her well, as if it booms. "I am not here to hurt you, I'm here to thank you!"

"Thank?" Kaeya blurts in confusion.

She laughs at your confusion, "Yes!" Something about it, her words, something about the way she says them, is very persuading, like anything she said was absolutely genuine.

The Queen of Tears, counterpart to the King of Blood, was joyful. She was happy, happy that her husband was dying.

Dying because he was not yet gone. The King was still alive, writhing on his bed; on the sheets the same color of the blood that spewed from his body. His neck was slit open and all the blood from his veins that was meant to fuel his brain was instead falling down his throat and choking him. Death was all he wanted, it was his wish, but instinct took over and his hands grasped at his neck, trying desperately to stop whatever was going on. He took in desperate breaths, breaths that were not only taken through his nose, but by the new hole in his neck as well.

And she rejoiced.

"You've done the very thing I've been so afraid of!" The Queen lifts her forlorn blue veil off her head, revealing her face. She looked just the same as every poster you'd seen of her. She wore a blue dress decorated with silver and tulle. Her veil was long, lacy, and dragged on the floor. Her eyes glowed blue, just like her King's. But at the same time, she was different. On one half, she mourned; her eyes spilled gushing tears like a waterfall. On the other, she radiated; her smile brighter than the cosmos. "You've, dare say, freed me!"

"Freed?" Kaeya falters. He glances back, back at the man he's just murdered. He notices, then, that his blood steams. It burns at his hands, but they remain helplessly trying to save him. And, when he turns back to the Queen, he notices that the drops of tears that leave her face freeze up as they leave her skin.

Like fire and ice, the Queen and King were opposites.

"Oh!" She uselessly wipes the tears from her eyes as they keep endlessly flowing. "Just what could I do to repay you?"

"You're not going to ask why?" You ask. This was all so wrong. None of it made sense. "Why we killed your husband?"

"Why would I question the intent behind the thing I've wanted most?" She laughs, as though you were a child with the silliest question. "But I will humor you!" She clears her throat and clicks her tongue, "Why?"

"Because he's the cause of the plague." The statement almost comes off as a question. After the King's uncombative death, you weren't sure of anything.

She gasps, "That is true!"

"And because the plague has killed hundreds."

"Oh, but not those here." She clasps her hands together, her smile turning proud. "I've done my best to save them."

Save them? After all the death the Blood Parade had caused, it seemed like it had no cure. "How?"

"Ki came up with the plague using what he had in abundance: blood from the battlefield. After my tears stirred up the world and created the Garden of Tears, I followed his example. I used what I had most, tears." She wipes a tear off her cheek, showing you her palm and allowing you to see how the tear seeps into her skin. "His blood became the sickness; and my tears, the cure."

His blood burned and wrought destruction. Her tears chilled and saved lives.

Seeing as you remain silent, she continues. "Is there anything you need? I can give you a room in the castle, or begin the construction of your very own mansion here in Life. I can give you any jewel you wish for, or simply anything at all! What is that you want most?"

With her wide smile and promise of compensation, it's like she's the receptionist at the Bounty Hunter's guild at the end of a journey, or the bartender that's sent you on a quest. She didn't care for all the gruesome things you'd gone through and the lives you'd squashed. She only cared about the end, not the means.

How could you take a reward from the wife of the man you'd just murdered?

But her voice, soft as it may be, meek as a mouse even, it was convincing. What was it that you truly wanted? Could she grant it for you?

Kaeya fights the urge, fights his deepest desires, and says, "A cure. There are still people out there, back in Mondstadt or anywhere else, that are dying to the plague."

"No problem at all."

The Queen produces a vile from seemingly thin air. It is small in size but, "Just a drop will cure anyone." she assures. She places it under the tip of her chin, where her tears bunch up and drip into the new space. It doesn't take long at all for it to fill up to the brim.

She walks over to you to hand over your reward, unafraid of the weapons you still point at her.

Kaeya receives it tentatively. He turns in over in his palm but he can't find anything different–from normal tears–about it aside from its unusually low temperature.

"Seriously, you could have anything in the world and this is all you want?" She stands back, hands on her hips, "You're much too humble."

"I–"

"Oh!" She gasps, as if suddenly remembering something, "You should go before someone catches you. The citizens won't be as keen as I am once they learn that you've murdered their King in his sleep."

She moves past the both of you, again ignoring the danger of ready blades, before pushing you forward like pests. "Go on," She snickers, "shoo!"

The Queen makes you forget one thing.

"I did it all for her."

#kaeya x reader #kaeya x male reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich x male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #🌸 // success!#blurred lines #blurred lines series #🎟 // genshin impact #🎫 // kaeya #🎫 // kaeya alberich

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anonymousdandelion · 2 years

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Machine of a Dream (Such a Clean Machine)

This ficlet brought to you by a) today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt, “the dazzling screen,” and b) my having suddenly noticed that the Book!Omens car decals and the Show!Omens almost-heist are dated to the same year.

This one does kind of rely on familiarity with the scenes from Good Omens that it references, and I’m not sure how much it makes sense without the canon context... but hopefully it will still be enjoyable!

(Title, obviously, courtesy of the Queen song I’m In Love With My Car.)

It was outrageous. Decades she’d been driving perfectly skillfully without a drop — decades! — and the Bentley saw no reason why the unsullied state of her nice, clean, perpetually empty petrol tank should ever change. In her world, fuel was something that happened to other vehicles.

No longer, apparently. Absolutely outrageous.

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The Bentley was so busy sulking in her outrage, it took a few moments for her to notice that her Driver hadn’t gotten back in yet, but was instead doing something with her windscreen. By the time she did notice, he was already stepping back, hands on hips, surveying her and nodding appreciatively.

What was that about?

Perhaps her Driver picked up on her puzzlement, because he said aloud, “James Bond bullet hole window transfers, the advert said. Yep, they are.”

Hm? She focused in on her new accessory… and was sufficiently pleasantly surprised at what she found to be startled out of her sulk.

“Those are some great decals,” the Driver declared, echoing her own thoughts. “Don’t you look cool. Well worth the petrol.”

She wasn’t so sure about the latter point. But, well, what was done was done. And if there was one thing that the Bentley had in common with her Driver (other than a propensity to defy speed limits), it was that they both liked looking cool.

The Bentley experimented with breathing out a little of the unwanted fuel in exhaust, questioningly.

“Fishing for compliments, hm? But yes, you really do.” Giving her one last satisfied once-over, the Driver sauntered around from the front and swung himself into the vehicle. Once seated, he patted her again on the steering wheel. “Believe me, you look terrific. Most dazzling windscreen I’ve ever seen.”

Cars, being cars, didn’t really have a way to preen themselves. But the Bentley was preening anyway.

“We’ll be just fine now, you and me. You’ll see. Bond is always fine in the end.” The Driver took a long breath. “Now… you ready to face the Dirty Donkey? We’ve got some holy-water-stealing criminals waiting for us.”

The Bentley thrummed her engine in the affirmative as they pulled out of the parking lot.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #crowley #the bentley #sentient bentley #1967 scene #book omens #show omens #book and show omens combined #fanfiction #flash fiction friday #dandelion fics

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peninkwrites · 2 years

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A New Era - Ch 4 of 11

Tubbo has first-day nerves. Jack is on board with murder.

[CW: blood, corpses, references murder, abuse, and uh. the threat of murder suicide. So. There's that.]

crossposted to ao3

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Mafia AU masterpost

~ Tubbo ~

Tubbo needs to pull himself together. He's pacing the length of his bedroom rapidly, just barely avoiding hitting a wall and thinking to turn. He can't stop fidgeting with the gold watch on his wrist. Yes he has never killed someone before and yes the stability of Manberg had barely survived on the back of his dying father, but he knew this was coming. He prepared for it.

Somewhat.

“Step one– First thing you gotta do– Find Jack. And hope he will drop everything to join you, because obviously sarcastic, bitter conversations about how much he hates his job when he’s a little tipsy can count as genuine interest in fucking employment…” Tubbo runs a hand through his hair, unable to stop moving. “Okay, fuck. Here we go. You go to the hotel. You could take a car! If you want, you can take a car because they’re your fucking cars now–”

Tubbo isn’t a great driver at the best of times. Tubbo storms into Schlatt’s office and grabs the phone off the desk, spinning the dial rapidly.

“Blazeborne Hotel, how can I help you?” An irritable voice picks up.

“Jack, it’s Tubbo.”

“Tubbo– You alright, man?” Jack turns serious in an instant. Tubbo calling him at work feels like a dark omen.

“Yeah! Yeah. Um, I have something to talk to you about, and, um,” Tubbo gestures vaguely to the empty room. There’s no other way to say it, maybe Tubbo should have phrased it as an offer or a question, but before he can stop himself he says quickly: “Quit your job and come help me run the mob.”

There’s a pause, the line heavy with static for maybe 5 agonizing seconds.

“Yeah, alright. Be there in twenty.”

The line goes dead.

“YES!” Tubbo punches the air viciously. “Fuck. That was– Wooo!” Tubbo kicks Schlatt’s office chair so it rolls away. “Okay, okay,” Tubbo drops the phone, resuming his pacing. “You’re not doing this shit alone. Now what? When the fuck– There’s no way he had an updated calendar,” Tubbo goes behind the desk, its surface had a few scraps of paper and no less than six liquor bottles in varying states of emptiness. Schlatt’s handwriting is absolutely shit as well.

Tubbo shifts some of the bottles, revealing a crinkled and stained map. It is marked with each of the businesses under Manberg’s “protection.” There are also two buildings circled West of the river in red. One of which has a nondescript address, no indication of what the building actually is, and the other is a bank.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me… he’s not– A West side bank?” Tubbo scoffs. “I should… I don’t know how the fuck we’re doing financially, that sounds important, right?” Tubbo mutters. Tubbo goes to open the largest drawer, from its size Tubbo would assume it would hold rows of files. Tubbo tugs on the drawer. It’s locked.

Tubbo can wager a guess of where there would be a key.

Purpled said he would take care of the body that night. He doesn’t need to go look right now. He has all day.

He really should take care of it now.

You’ve already seen it. You’re why it all looks like that. Just fucking go.

Tubbo walks quickly into the hallway, determined, but there he stops short. They’d left the door to Schlatt’s room open. It’s dark inside. Tubbo doesn’t know why he expected something to have changed.

You’ve approached him alive. Not especially willingly, but he was much more dangerous then. Now is the time you should be the least afraid to go up to him.

Tubbo still doesn’t move.

This will not be the last time you see blood.

This will not be the last time you see a corpse.

And this will not be the last time you kill someone.

You need to learn to be stronger than this.

Tubbo walks forward.

I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t want to be stronger than this.

Tubbo knows that he hasn’t had a choice in any of this for a long time.

Tubbo returns to the sight of his first murder and makes the mistake of turning on a light. The dull yellow filtering through the amber glass fixture doesn’t set the room into an especially stark relief, but it’s more than enough. Tubbo doesn’t know why blood dries so dark and deep it almost looks black. Smaller amounts of dried blood are so simple in shades of rust and brown, but when there’s this much of it, it settles differently. Tubbo can see that it’s still wet. The past seven hours would not be enough to fully dry it.

Tubbo steps carefully around the small pool along the side of the bed, most of it having been absorbed by the sheets and mattress. Schlatt would ideally keep his keys on his bedside table. Tubbo’s hopes that this paranoid wreck of a corpse hadn’t kept his keys on his person at all times are slim, but he can at least try before coming any closer to the body.

There’s a crate Tubbo recognizes from Niki’s place, the bottles are half empty. Tubbo leans carefully over it, but the surface of the nightstand is mostly crumpled tissues and a glass. Tubbo takes a risk and opens the drawer.

He quickly shuts it.

No keys.

Tubbo feels slightly panicked now, checking the suit jacket that had been thrown in a chair but its pockets are empty as well. He tries the fucking bar, thinking the bastard might’ve carelessly tossed them somewhere there while he perused, but there is nothing.

“Come on, Tubbo, you shot the man. Nothing particularly scary about searching his corpse,” Tubbo shakes out his hands, hesitating once more before stepping onto the part of the rug still damp with blood. He shudders at the way it squelches up around his black oxfords.

Tubbo’s new shirt is free of blood. The watch Quackity had given him had thus far survived unmarred. Tubbo takes a moment to unclasp it and put in in his pocket. Better. He feels better knowing it's safe. Right. Tubbo rolls up his sleeves and pulls back the blankets. He doesn’t want to remove the pillow. Blood had seeped through it, Tubbo can see where his panicked handprints hastened the process, but it shields him from the face he knows lies empty underneath.

The stench is almost unbearable. Not from the corpse itself which has barely had time for rigor mortis to set in, but the metallic tang of blood mixed with the rotted scent of old alchol alongside the sour hint of vomit, fucking hell, Tubbo has to get out of this room.

There is a cord around Schlatt’s neck. It is also covered in blood, almost glued down by it. Tubbo takes it, pulling it free from his bloody shirt, shuddering as the blood gets caught underneath his nails, having to scrape it away from the rigid flesh. Four little keys reveal themselves. Tubbo fiddles with the cord for a minute, but there is no clasp or knot to untie. Okay. Two options. Tubbo can pull the necklace from around his neck as it was likely put on, but that would involve removing the pillow. Tubbo does not want to see his face.

The alternative, getting the knife he now knows is under Schlatt’s pillow and use it to cut the keys free. That would mean reaching under a fucking disgusting bloody pillow, right in the line of the exit wound.

“Eugh, no, nope, not– no,” Tubbo pulled back, shuddering. He turned right back around and went not to Schlatt’s desk, but his own. In the back of a drawer he fishes out a pair of scissors, returning at a quick pace before he makes himself chicken out. Tubbo grabs the cord and cuts the keys free quickly, leaving immediately.

“Ah, that’s–” Tubbo makes it back out into the hallway before he realizes some of the blood has followed him out, footprints frantically marking his way. “Hm,” Tubbo slips out of his shoes just in time for there to be a knock at the door. “Oh, fuck– uhhh. Uh.”

Tubbo descends the stairs quickly in his socks. He shoves the keys into his pocket and grabs his gun, opening the door a crack and keeping the gun just behind it.

A familiar face greets him, bald, irritated, and in a black and red blazer embroidered with Blazeborne Hotel. Jack raises an eyebrow at Tubbo’s skittish behavior. “Ayup?”

“Get in here,” Tubbo opens the door the rest of the way and quickly drags him inside, shutting and locking the door.

“You… okay?” Jack asks. “Where the fuck are your shoes?”

Tubbo stares at him, trying to think of how to explain. “Might be better to show you. Come on.”

“Shouldn’t we be quieter? I don’t really want to–”

“Run into Schlatt?” Tubbo laughs, cold and sharp, motioning for Jack to follow him upstairs. “Don’t worry about it.”

“What do you– jesus fucking christ–” Jack gets one look into the room, the bloody footsteps leading out into the hall, and he understands. He turns around, hands on his hips, eyes wide as he processes. “Got it. Uh, how?”

“I tried to smother him with a pillow.”

Jack looks back over his shoulder at the blood before quickly looking away. “Did you now?”

“Didn’t go according to plan.”

“Clearly.”

Tubbo feels sick to his stomach. He stares at the bloody footprints on the floor. “I had to.”

“Tubbo…” Jack seems hesitant at first, and then Tubbo feels a stabilizing hand on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you, man. That’s– You fucking killed the bastard! That’s amazing. You did that. You!” Jack claps him on the back. “I-I mean, not the you killing someone bit, but–” Jack sees the way Tubbo is staring at him, miserable and weary. “Tubbo, you defended yourself. Even if it wasn’t… urgent, in the long run, that was self defense. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Tubbo knows Jack means well, that he isn’t in any way wrong, but maybe Tubbo would like just a few consequences. For someone to remind him that murder is a bad thing. He’s never lived in a world where that was thought to be true, save for Tommy maybe, everyone else finds a reason. Tubbo wishes he didn’t have so many reasons.

Tubbo forces a laugh, “well, I’m proud of you too, man. Did you just… say you weren’t feeling well and had to drop everything and leave?”

“Uh, no, I told the first guest to try to talk to me to go fuck himself and then I left. They can take the complaint as my letter of resignation,” Jack says smugly. He looks at Tubbo more carefully. “I mean, that’s what you told me to do. That was a job offer on the phone, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, it definitely was, I guess I just didn't think you’d actually do it,” Tubbo can’t help but feel impressed.

“Yeah, well,” Jack shrugs. “Just been waiting for the right excuse, really. And, look,” Jack opens the pockets on his blazer, revealing maybe a dozen bars of soap with BH pressed into their wrapping. “Better than their actual severance package and I got a full set of white towels in my car.”

“Not too bad, Jack,” Tubbo laughs. “Thank you for this. I… I planned. For when all of this would happen, but I really don’t want to do this alone.”

“Yeah, of course, Tubbo. Whatever you need, I’m there. If you need me to knock a couple heads or just moral support, I’ve got you,” Jack says resolutely. “You know I’m not a bad shot, but, well, I was a civvy until ten minutes ago, so I could use a gun. I’ve got my bat in my trunk, but might need something a bit quicker than that, yeah?”

“Yeah, right, of course. We’ve got some stashed in about every room,” Tubbo goes to the end table displaying gaudy gold statues along the wall of the upper hall, reaching underneath it and behind the drawer for a handgun slotted there. He offers it to Jack, who stares at him with wide eyes.

“How long did the old man wait to start stashing guns with a kid in the house?”

“Uh. He didn’t. It’s always been like this,” Tubbo is equally bemused by Jack’s surprise. “I mean, he didn’t show me where any of them were kept until I was I think ten. Around the same time he- well, not him, but he had someone show me how to shoot. I mean obviously I found them before, but I didn’t like the loud noise they made, or that people usually started shouting when they went off, so I left them alone.”

Jack looks like he wants to say something, but there isn’t really anything to say to that. Tubbo was lucky to live to eighteen, for more reasons than one. Jack doesn’t want to think too hard on how many times Tubbo saw a gun fired before he even knew what they were.

“No need to tell me it was messed up,” Tubbo shrugs. “I mean, well, I’m a messed up sort of guy. It’s nothing compared to the list of reasons I… you know.” He wants to move away from Schlatt’s room. If he thinks too hard about it he can smell the blood from out here. “L-Let’s go to the office, right now. I just got the keys to his desk.”

Jack winces. “You want to look in there?”

“Yeah. I need to have some fucking clue what I’m doing,” Tubbo says intently. “I sat in on meetings some, but usually it just felt like listening to him complain about all the people he wants dead. But like, I have no idea how we’re doing financially. I don’t know what kind of debts that bastard left me with.”

“Oh. Shit,” Jack still looks ill at ease. “D’you think maybe you should’ve just… I dunno, fled the city? You’ve basically inherited his mess.”

“Yeah, well. I’ve already been living in his mess,” Tubbo says bitterly. “I don’t want to leave you all. And I don’t want Manberg to do any more damage running around like a chicken without a head.”

“And… you think we’ll be able to do all that?” Jack isn’t trying to be unsupportive, but it is daunting.

Tubbo, rather than discouraged, looks almost relieved. “I think we can manage.” We. Tubbo isn’t alone. Tubbo circles the desk.

“I’m gonna clear up in here a bit,” Jack wrinkles his nose in disgust, grabbing the bottles scattered across the table.

“If you’re planning on collecting all the fucking bottles– grab the bin from the kitchen. You’ll probably fill it up. You can leave his room alone. We’re going to have someone take care of– you know, take care of it tonight. So.”

“Oh, got it,” Jack takes the six bottles he can carry and leaves.

Tubbo pulls out the keys, crinkling his nose at the layer of blood still coating them. He looks around. There isn’t a towel or anything nearby so he does his best to wipe the blood off on the rug. Then he tries the first key, to no avail, but the second does the trick and unlocks the drawer, thinking only too late of how likely his father would’ve been to put a trap in the drawer, but it slides open without fanfare. It’s the larger one, the one meant to house files, but just from opening it Tubbo knows it won’t be what he’s looking for. The glass bottles rattle as it opens. Tubbo has a feeling he’s going to be finding stashes of booze around the house as often as he finds guns. Tubbo leaves it and opens the top drawer. This one is more what he’s looking for. One messy stack of papers all piled together, crumpled as he opens it from being crammed in there.

Tubbo also notices this drawer opens about eight inches further than the one below it.

“You paranoid bastard, what else d’you got?” Tubbo mutters. He takes out the stack of papers, placing it on the corner of the desk before closing the drawer, removing the bottles from the one below. These are the really good bottles, second only to whatever Schlatt felt worth keeping in the safe. Tubbo considers giving them to Niki, but if Schlatt has already opened them, he’s not so sure if it’s worth passing along. Still, once emptied, Tubbo investigates the drawer more carefully. It looks perfectly ordinary, the back of the drawer made of the same darkly polished wood as the rest, but the drawer is missing eight inches. Now, if Schlatt were to trap any part of it, Tubbo supposes this would be where the danger lies. Tubbo returns to his own room, rummaging through his desk until he finds a flashlight, then going to his wardrobe and getting the thickest pair of gloves he owns. If it’s explosives, the gloves are useless, but chemicals it might give him a few seconds to take them off, and if it’s a blade, hopefully it isn’t sharp enough to slice through leather easily.

Tubbo knew the man well. Tubbo shines a light into the back of the drawer, he all but has to put his head in it, but there, underneath the drawer, he sees the sheen of metal. Tubbo almost grabs it, thinking it must be a lever, before thinking better of it. It takes a bit of brute force, but Tubbo tears the drawer off of its track and pulls it onto the office floor, with it, a nasty razor blade clatters loose.

“Of course,” Tubbo sighs. Now that the drawer is free, though, Tubbo can see the actual trigger which would have been activated by pressing on the bottom corner of the wood panel to pull it free. Not that it matters now that Tubbo has broken it open.

For a moment Tubbo is confused by the mess of wires and strange pieces strewn about, he nudges it carefully, before jolting back like he’d been burned. It’s a bomb. It’s a fucking bomb.

Not an activated one by any means, but still, Schlatt had a fucking bomb in his desk drawer. Had he not fucking considered the potential risk of a shoot out? Did he want a stray bullet burning the whole house down? There’s a sheet of paper laid on top of it. Tubbo snatches it quickly, like he’ll accidentally trigger something just by brushing too close.

It’s definitely Schlatt’s handwriting. Tubbo’s first guess would have been instructions, which still would have raised concerns, but it’s worse. It’s much, much worse.

One last bender

-Quackity

-Tubbo

-Fundy

-Ponk

-Connor

The list goes on. Naming the very men Tubbo would be meeting with later today. The only Connor Tubbo knows of– Connor Hedge– is the fucking mayor. Tubbo remembers Schlatt boasting about the guy being a sucker and easy to control, he hadn’t imagined a first name basis. The rest of the names are self explanatory. Still, Tubbo is surprised that Schlatt’s accountant and doctor made his giant murder-suicide list, because that’s what this was. It says so at the bottom of the page,

If I die, they go down with me.

Tubbo sits on the floor, staring at those words in numbed horror. Schlatt knew he was dying, and here was his will, written out in all of their blood. Tubbo can only think– how long? At what point would Schlatt have decided he was close enough to dying to kill them all? If his father had said they were having a party, and likely demanded he attended, would Tubbo had fathomed him going to such lengths?

He doesn’t know.

“Tubbo? You good, man?” Jack returns, hesitating at the sight of Tubbo looking utterly horrified staring at a sheet of paper. He cringes, “I told you not to go through his drawers, man. He was a shady fuck, you know–”

“Look,” Tubbo says hoarsely, shoving the paper his way.

Jack hesitates before accepting it, his eyes flitting between the lines with confusion as well as worry growing louder behind his eyes.

“What– What is this?”

“What do you think?” Tubbo says with perhaps too much calm. “That’s his will and testament, is it not? Everything he wanted buried with him.”

“You mean–” Jack understands it. It’s not exactly subtle, but the sheer madness of the thought isn’t quite computing for him. “Your fucking name is on here. You’re– You’re his kid.”

“Yeah. I’d expect that’s why my name’s on there. He didn’t really consider me to be anything else of use,” Tubbo says with that same unnervingly dull tone.

“But– but wouldn’t he want a legacy or some shit? Want you to carry on the family name or something? Don’t rich narcissists love that stuff?” Jack asks weakly.

Tubbo laughs harshly. “Ha! Right. That man clearly wasn’t a fan of the concept of dying. And his version of a legacy was knowing none of us got to outlive him.”

“Fucking hell, Tubbo, you’re his kid–”

Tubbo repeats himself, impatient now. “Yes and that’s exactly why he wanted to kill me, what’s not processing?” He says sharply. He is so fucking tired of people reminding him that Schlatt was related to him in some way. He wanted that to die with the bastard as well.

“And– And what about the rest of them?” Jack takes the hint and moves on, staring at the rest of the list with an almost morbid fascination alongside his horror.

“I mean, Quackity is pretty obvious too, they–” Tubbo quickly backtracks as he almost spilled Quackity and Schlatt’s particular relationship. Which most certainly wasn’t a point of pride for Quackity and was definitely not Tubbo’s to share. “They worked together a long time.”

“And Fundy? How the hell did he know Fundy?”

“Fundy was his accountant. And he like… Schlatt almost doted on him? As much as Schlatt was capable of it. He liked it when Fundy figured out money stuff. You know, his job,” Tubbo rolls his eyes. Maybe if he’d been able to cook the books enough to convince Schlatt his debt was manageable, he would’ve been treated more like a son. Not that he can blame Fundy. Everything done in this house had been a matter of surviving that one foul man. “And then Ponk, who was the only version of a caretaker Schlatt had in… who knows how long. Doctoring stuff is probably as close to having someone give a shit about his wellbeing at all. Not that Schlatt ever listened.”

“And who’s Connor?”

“I think it’s the mayor.”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me?!” Jack sputters.

“Yeah. I honestly have no clue. Schlatt’s mentioned him more than once, but I assumed it was more in a… ‘I sent guys to his house to threaten him into submission’ type deal, but who knows, maybe he met with the guy,” Tubbo shrugs.

“I mean, everyone knows he’s an idiot, but I didn’t think he was secretly some scumbag chatting up Schlatt,” Jack frowns. “I think I voted for him.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah. Second term. What can I say, he made that free school lunch program for kids, and he does nothing to stop the rampant sale of alcohol in his prohibition state. I respect that.”

Tubbo snorts, “alright, fair enough.”

“What about the numbers?”

“All the rest are just Schlatt’s underlings.”

“They’re numbers.”

“Yeah. It’s the district they supervise. I think Schlatt knew their names? At the very least if they had any family, you know, for control, but other than that they got to stay anonymous to the rest of us. A bunch of dickheads, the lot of them. Haven’t known an ounce of accountability other than keeping Schlatt happy. And they’re who we’re going to chat with later today. You know, talk borders, tell them their leader is dead, fun stuff like that.”

“We’re still working with them, then?”

“We sure are,” Tubbo says with sarcastic enthusiasm. He stares down at the drawer, at the bomb inside. The reasonable thing would be to ask Purpled if he knows anyone who can take care of explosives.

The reasonable thing would have been for Tubbo to change his name and flee the city, leaving Schlatt to his slow, miserable death. He’s far past whatever counts as reasonable now. Tubbo shuts and locks the drawer. He stares at the four keys, still bloody, still attached to an even bloodier cord. Tubbo closes the loop with a knot and puts it around his neck. The discomfort it causes, the blood causing it to stick to his skin, it’s grounding in some horrible way.

He doesn’t tell Jack about the bomb.

“Tubbo…” Once more Jack is at a loss. “Are you okay?”

“Fucking fantastic, actually,” Tubbo stands. “I’m now the reigning tyrant of this part of the city, what’s not to be happy about?”

“Tubbo…”

“Jack, I asked you to come here, because I know you’ll do what you have to. I know you’ve got the rage to back yourself up and put on a show. Maybe you don’t look like a threat, but you’re quite good at acting like one and proving it to boot. I don’t know if I can do that yet, so I need you to,” Tubbo remains utterly cold.

Jack doesn’t know how to tell him he’s already doing quite well for himself to create a threatening aura. “I’m your enforcer. You got it, man.” Jack nods curtly.

“Thank you. I think I’ll call Fundy, ask him about money stuff. Could you keep an eye on the street? Schlatt’s boys should be arriving soon,” Tubbo keeps moving. He ignores that his heart rate has not slowed since he saw that list, he’s had this strange feeling of nauseous nerves since the night before, and what Tubbo would give to curl up under the covers and cry until someone else takes care of all of this for him.

But there’s no one else. Not Jack, not Quackity, not anyone. He’s not alone, maybe. But he’s the one who has to take the first step now. Tubbo can only hope there isn’t another bomb waiting around the corner. Who is he kidding– He’s been defusing bombs since he could talk.

#ohh Tubbo #yknow??#my writing #mafia au

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Omen - Viper - Sage theories coming up so buckle up kiddos

SO! Whatever happened to Sage and Viper, but mostly to Omen is what has caused the dimension break, creating multiple dimensions. Now, hear me out, bear with me, let me explain. So, whatever it was that has caused Omen to become what he is now, it has ripped him apart again and again, we know that. He has died multiple times. ("There is... another of me. How many times did I get ripped apart? How many times did I die?") His most important quote is "I am the beginning, I am the end." What does he mean by beginning? Maybe the dimension break, if it weren't for him getting split, all of this shit wouldn't have happened. Now, to talk about what I think he means about being "the end": Viper wants to help Omen become human again, it is one of the main things what drives Omen as well, it seems ("I will take back what is mine."). Although, I don't think he is sure of him ever becoming human again is possible. ("My burden never ends.") The voice lines have lead me to the conclusion that while the other agents ("impostors", "copies") are alternative versions of their 'original' selves (they are the same, but completely different... am I making sense?), Omen's 'copies' are way more than that. When he got ripped apart, he got 'split' between worlds/dimensions ("Split... sighs they don't know the meaning of the word.") that is why he is also always glitching, he is struggling to keep himself in one place, something is always pulling against him... (Although we know from one of his voice lines that if he gives in to this 'strain', he dies: "I let go for a second!" - when he gets resurrected (and some more voice lines fit in here but-, yea too lazy to write them all)) Fragments of himself literally scattered, either resulting in appearing in the many dimensions, or even creating them. Omen clearly shows some serious struggle to remember what has happened to him, and judging by his interactions, it is murdering other Omen's that gets parts of his memories back. "I will kill that Omen. I will take his memories. I will remember." // (Viper: "I wonder what's inside their Omen. What truth is he keeping from ours?") I do believe that he is especially out for the other Omen's blood.

But! It’s worth noting that he also feels better about himself when he's slaughtering the copies ("I feel like myself. Catch them. Again!" // "Again. Hurt them, again!") "How many must I kill before I am restored? sigh More. Always more." This could refer to the copies as well, but I think he is talking about killing other Omens. He seems to be very enthusiastic about killing his other selves, after all. Lil bit more I feel like could be connected to him feeling more like himself when he kills: "Close, I am so close." // "I can be even more." (The last two are new voice lines from deathmatch) Alright, so about his relationship with Viper. It is obvious that they've known each other before the 'tragedy' happened (Don't really know what else to call it, truth be told), we know that from their (mostly Viper's) voice lines. However, there is something that Viper is keeping from Omen. They both talk about getting the enemy Omen's memories. Maybe she kept some for herself? How... do you keep memories? Maybe I'm completely off track with this one, but her keeping secrets from him despite them trusting the other is worth mentioning. ("Don't die here, Sabine. I need your secrets.") Another thought: Maybe Omen knew the risk he was taking when he confronted the... thing that has eventually turned him into Omen (if we go with the theory of him not being the results of a failed experiment which I honestly doubt is true, but we don't know that yet. These are but theories.) What made me believe this was this voice line: "Make the right choice, even if it calls for sacrifice." Maybe it was an act of self sacrifice? (He took a risk to... to save something? Someone? Or for the sake of something I didn't think of? And well, he took the risk and look where it has lead... but maybe the other option was far worse? Maybe they had no idea what the options even were? Or what risks he/they were taking?) Him and Viper might have been counting on Sage to help them if things were to go wrong, alas, whatever it was that has happened was beyond Sage's powers. Omen: "I survived obliteration. I will survive them." I do not know what to say to this line, honestly. It's pretty self explanatory. Worth mentioning, though. 'Obliteration' does sound like something beyond Sage's powers to me x) So due to unknown forces (a massive explosion? a rift? idk) Omen has died, got split etc etc, and maybe Sage did try to revive him, maybe it did succeed, but not in the way they wanted it to; Omen was beyond redemption at this point. But she did reach out to him. With time I'm positive she has honed her skills enough for even Omen to recognize her strength. ("Sage, you are truly... limitless.") // (Sage: "I wasn't strong enough before, but now, now I am strong enough for us all." // "This is what I trained for.")

I do not know how to phrase this, but Omen has... ascented? Well, he certainly did become something way more than human. He senses when people are afraid around him, he feels what Sage's powers do to 'the natural balance' ("A Radiant healer is with them. I can feel her pull against the natural balance..."). Both him ("I have reset the balance." // "I will break the balance."- although the latter he means metaphorically, says it when the teams are tied) and Sage ("Tip the balance in our favour.") seem to have their hands on the scale, both tipping it. Sage pulling against the balance by reviving people, Omen resetting the balance by... killing? But why with killing? Well... another theory coming up: "Sage, the life you give. Do you ever wonder where it's taken from?" Remember what I wrote about Omen feeling like himself when killing others (and Omens)? I guess you could say he 'collects' when he kills to get 'restored' (back to the line: "How many must I kill before I am restored? sigh More. Always more.")... what it is he collects though, I lack the vocabulary to explain. Maybe that is where she gets the life from; from Omen. And if this is true, it also keeps him from getting restored. A quote from Viper that might be referring to this: "One more time, Omen. laughs How many times have you heard that now?"

Omen feels more obliged to kill and ‘tip the balance’ when sage tips the balance by reviving. Even, just maybe, that it’s stretched to Reyna “(...) You give life, i take it.” in a way, he is maybe fixing what sage has ‘broken’ or is doing what he believes will fix it. While we are at Viper, whatever that 'Obliteration' was, maybe Viper got blamed for it. She either lost everything due to the 'obliteration' or they took it away from her (she might has done time? idk this was a sudden idea haha) OR! A third idea. She might have been there when the 'tragedy' was happening; maybe a rift opened? Maybe that was the first time clones have appeared? Since it is the clones she is talking to when she says these lines: "You wanted a villain!? I gave you a villain!" // "I am your monster. You made me this way. Never forget that." // "Let's take from them what they took from me... Everything." // "They call me a monster. Shall I prove them right?" // ("I will not loose my home again." // "Hurt those who hurt us." // "We will hurt them.") ...Or I'm completely wrong and she is talking about something different. We shall not forget about Kingdom. Now, about Sage and Viper's vendetta against her. "Sage, you're the only one able to keep us alive. Don't fail us now, like you failed me then." Worth noting, she didn't say 'us', but 'me', 'don't fail me’. It is possible that she is talking about what has happened with Omen, but I think its more connected to her losing everything she had. How, you may ask? To answer that question: I have absolutely no clue. "That's payback, Sage." -When she kills Sage. Well, "Hurt those who hurt us." // "I am your monster. You made me this way." Hmm? Might be connected to Sage. Once again, I don't have many ideas what it is that Sage has (or hasn't) done for Viper to be so mad at her. Now a little bit about Sage! She doesn't really talk much about Viper, her voice lines are more directed towards Omen. "Omen. You are a force of nature!" (in contrast to Omen's voice line about her 'pulling against the natural balance') According to google: "To say a person is a force of nature means the person is a very strong personality or character. In short, a person that is full of energy, unstoppable, and unforgettable. These attributes can play out in many ways, and those viewed as a force of nature, or who self-identify in this way, need to have an acute awareness of the impact, and consequences, sometimes unintended, of their power." ‘Force of nature’ in this case can be used in two contexts: to compliment omen by proclaiming he is strong, or to say that he is... one with the balance? His powers and who he is is literally a ‘force of nature’, becomes merged less with humanity and towards the unknown abyss of what we do know. Sage most definitely pities Omen. I'm convinced about that. "I wonder what torture their Omen is going through. Is it like ours? Poor soul." Does she know what her Omen is going through though? Hmm maybe she does. Sage and Omen embody life and death, Omen does feel her powers, but does she feel his? I say yes. And here is why: "Their Omen might be a nightmare, but I was never scared of the dark." Omen's whole kit works around fear, he fights by inflicting fear in his enemies. We know that from his many voice lines, his abilities and that one voice line from Phoenix: "Omen wins by fear. Don't let him get to you!" I don't believe an ordinary human is able to withstand Omen's paranoia. Sage however (while being human herself) does not fear him. Why? She knows better than that. She knows more. To quote Omen "They fear death... they should fear so much more than that." Sage might be aware of a huge chunk of what Omen knows... and knowledge keeps her from being afraid. That is all I have, thank you for coming to my TedTalk. Also! Feel free to share your thoughts on the matter, I’m curious! ----- Special thanks to @breaddaerb for helping me out finish a few thoughts

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shakespearerants · 3 years

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⭐ for anything you want to talk about? please?

Ok I was really really breaking my head over what I was going to talk about (sudden "as soon as someone asks about x all previous memories/thoughts about x have been erased" syndrome) but some scrolling through my own AO3 reminded me of my forgotten masterpiece, the one that got away, my magnus opum of oneshots that nobody seems to appreciate, in short: My Roommate from Hell.

As very little people know, Good Omens is my most favourite book in the very very wide world. I own three (3) copies. I have read each of these three (3) copies multiple (multiple) times. Good Omens is the very first book I put in any new bookshelf, and the very last book I take out when I move. I don't even know why I love it so much, I just do. Naturally, I had conflicting feelings about the show (not so much the show itself which was very nice, but more about the fandom interpretation of Az and Crowley shifting towards the Show Versions TM and also Neilman word of God changes in content and also I am very not a fan of the Bentley playing music that is not Queen but oh well. Rant for another day.) but I did tremendously enjoy all the "10 years later" style headcanons that were popping up. In particular, there was this one post making the rounds about Warlock and Adam meeting and I, at my heart a chaos gremlin supreme, saw the chaos potential in that and HAD to do something with it. And thus, My Roommate from Hell was born. Well, more like chrystalized, I had the Idea for this in like,,,2016.

My favourite part of this fic is actually two parts, namely a) being outrageous and still counting as Canon Continuation and b) footnotes. I fucking love footnotes. I ESPECIALLY love outrageously long footnotes that contribute nothing to the actual narrative. It wasn't always easy to think of something to say in a footnote, actually. Like, I pretty much put one where the vibe was right, but expecially footnote no. 6 and no. 2 gave me some real trouble. No. 2 beacuse I originally wanted the couplet Warlock quptes to be a limeric, and I also wanted to write that limeric in the footnote. I was, unfortunately, not very good at coming up with suitably disturbing lyímerics. No. 6 gave me trouble for similar reasons, namely: What passage in the Bible can be altered to be insulting enought to get someone kicked out of a lecture and also how do I a) keep this short (original draft was about 3x the length it is now) and b) do this without having to buy a King James bible and also read it cover to cover. Then I remembered some profs are dicks. The rest is history.

The actual story, namely Warlock moving in with Adam or vice versa, is basically a thinly veiled letter of contempt to any other fandom interpretation of this sort of thing happening (there are many. do what you want but also you are wrong and my version is the only correct version. i am joking obviously. (i am not)). I broadly agree with fandom saying Warlock and his parents don't have the best relationship. I do NOT agree with them being deliberately cruel or overly homophobic, I read them as just this kinda very rich person brand of neglect. Also of course Adam and Warlock are going to Uni, and of course it is Oxbridge (I did so much research for this fic. I have to do my masters in Oxbridge now or my impeccable knowledge of the uni website will be for nothing.), Adam because you need The Credentials if you really wanna change something on a big scale, and Warlock because of The Reputation. Also yes, Warlocks parents did pay for their sons grades to be altered (brownie points for anyone who knows what scandal this is referencing). Also, I put a lot of thought into their housing. Jesus College is a thing, and it's kind of a reference to Jesus technically being Adams....Uncle? The vibe is your chill older family member making you sit at the kids table and asking you if you're having fun when they walk past you on their way to get a new beer.

Also a thinly veiled lettre of contempt to fanon Aziraphale is my Aziraphale. Series!Aziraphale is very nice and very well played but listen....in the book. the mans a bitch. I say this with love but he is an absolute stone cold cutthroat fucking bitch. Since the series came out fanon interpretation is very....soft, which is also ok, but. He's just a bitch, and the people may have forgotten, but I certainly haven't!

Anyways, this is the surface of a WHOLE LOT of stuff I have to say about this fic. If you want to hear some more, just leave me another question!

(Also fun fact, a few people here heard me read a section of this out loud during a Gay Folly Saturady Night Out, and have since asked me to make a podfic. I am trying. It is NOT going well.)

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Good Omens Secret Santa 2020 - “Lights Will Guide You Home” (Rated PG13)

Summary: While watching the kids for the night, Crowley takes them all on an adventure, which includes a trip to the states to look at the Christmas lights. He drives them around to see bigger and gaudier displays, but Aziraphale is a little confused when he finally gets to see Crowley's favorite. (1556 words)

Notes: Written for Micha (@one-with-the-floor) as part of the Good Omens Secret Santa 2020 gift exchange.

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"How about this one, kids? This might be the brightest one yet! ... Kids? ... Kids?" Crowley looks in his rearview mirror and scowls. "Oi! When did the little buggers fall asleep?"

Aziraphale turns away from his window and the house beyond covered in every twinkle light available on the Eastern Seaboard (he suspects) and gives Crowley a confused look. Then, remembering that they aren't alone in Crowley's Bentley, he peeks over at the seat behind them, where five children snore softly, heads leaning on shoulders, fast asleep. "About five houses ago, I believe? Give or take? That's the last time I heard any ooo'ing or ahh'ing."

"Which house was that?"

"The one with the nativity scene made up of inflatable dragons breathing fire and wearing Santa caps."

Crowley's brow draws together as he tries to recall. "Oh, yeah. Right." He looks over his shoulder so he can see the pile of children properly: Warlock dressed in his stiff new Christmas suit, Adam a bit less formal in khakis and a pale blue polo, the rest of The Them a hodgepodge of wrinkled trousers, thick-soled shoes, and shirts of various fit alongside Pepper's red velvet gown, which her parents forced her to wear (a fact she stated numerous times throughout the evening) and which she accessorized with a faux leather jacket and a bulky pair of Doc Martens. "What's the deal with them knocking out so early? They're kids! They're supposed to be boundless founts of energy, aren't they?"

"Early? It's close to one in the morning!"

"Yes, but if you take into consideration the clan of gingerbread people they decimated, then washed down with a gallon of cocoa, they should be bouncing off the ceiling! We've been out for, what? An hour? Two?"

"Try four," Aziraphale says, checking his watch to be sure. "Did you have to miracle us all the way to the states?"

"Yes," Crowley says definitively. "They do Christmas a little differently out here. Bigger. More grandiose."

"That's an understatement," Aziraphale mutters as they pass a house so festooned with lights and animatronic creatures, he can't see the structure they're affixed to. "As is, I'm not sure how exactly you're getting away with miracling the lot of us abroad."

"When Hell finds out I used my magic to take five children across borders without passports, they'll be ecstatic!"

"But will Warlock's parents? Or Adam's?"

"Who's going to tell them?" Crowley shoots his angel a significant look, but Aziraphale matches it, arms crossed over his chest, glaring sternly, and Crowley backs down. "Look, their parents ditched them with us so that they could go off drinking and regaling and having a good time."

"Ditched them?" Aziraphale chuckles at Crowley's skewed point of view. "We offered!"

"And we promised these kids a good time!"

"You definitely delivered," Aziraphale says, smiling at his memories of their night: the snowball fight that ended with them crashing an outdoor service; the horde of snow zombies they built in the yards of a quiet and unsuspecting neighborhood; the hills they zipped down using trashcan lids as sleighs. Aziraphale was horrified by most of these to begin with, but that didn't last. Not when he saw how thoroughly the children enjoyed themselves.

Crowley, too.

But driving around, looking at lights? That was an unexpectedly tame suggestion. And Crowley was rather insistent. "But why did you want us to see Christmas lights?"

"Because it's important."

"How?"

"This is the only time of year you get to see this," Crowley explains, gesturing vaguely.

"And what's that? Enough wattage to coax down passing aircraft? Or are you perhaps referring to the eight-foot Santa mooning passersby?"

"No," Crowley replies. But that Santa was hilarious! The children spotted him from miles away and made Crowley drive over. They spent a good fifteen minutes pointing and laughing, making the kinds of off-colored jokes that make parents shush! But more hilarious was his angel's scandalized reaction - his dramatic tut, followed by an even more dramatic, "God Lord." "Humanity." Crowley sighs. "I know I talk a lot about Christmas becoming vulgar and over-commercialized. And come the day after, it'll be back to the business of not giving a shite about their fellow man, trampling each other in the shops to get the most ridiculous garbage at seventy-five percent off ..."

"Something you earned a commendation for, if I recall," Aziraphale points out.

"... but when humans light their houses like this, invite their neighbors to gather 'round, they're saying 'All are welcome! Stop on by! Let's celebrate together!'"

"To me, it's more like they're saying, 'Look at me! Look at all of this useless bother I own! Who cares that I'm diverting migratory birds from their destinations? Astronauts can see my house from space!'"

"Agree to disagree then," Crowley grumbles, then goes silent, and Aziraphale knows he's teased one step too far.

"The children falling asleep will make it easier to transport them," Aziraphale says, easing into a new subject until he can think of a way to apologize. "We can miracle them into their beds when we get back to the Dowling's. Then we can do a little regaling of our own."

Crowley grins. He can't stay stung by his angel forever. He's just too sentimental tonight to have a sense of humor. "Sounds about perfect. Been a while since I've done any regaling."

"Tonight's as good a time as any to start."

Crowley turns down a street with fewer lights and no neighbors milling about, preparing to snap them back to London. "Which house was your favorite?"

"Oh, none of these," Aziraphale says snobbishly. "I'm not the biggest fan of modern-day extravagance. I would have to say my favorite out of all the displays was that abbey down by the river: fairy lights reflecting off the water; tasteful nativity out front; evergreen trimmed with simple decorations - wooden star atop, red velvet bows, paper angels ..."

"Leave it to you to choose the one holy place we found, and only because we took a wrong turn."

Aziraphale wiggles happily in his seat. "You know what they say - there are no accidents."

"Yup. And four rights make a left."

Aziraphale pulls a face. "I ... don't think that's correct ..."

"Don't matter." Crowley turns in his seat, looks at his angel. "Do you wanna see my favorite?"

Aziraphale smiles, all thoughts of turns shelved for the moment. "Of course." "Alright. It's back in our neck of the woods, so hold on tight."

Aziraphale reaches to the side, takes Crowley's free hand in his, gives it a squeeze. "Ready."

Crowley snaps his fingers.

For a single second, the world stops.

A bright light surrounds the Bentley, engulfs it in its brilliance. In the amount of time it takes for Crowley's fingers to slide across one another, they're home.

Aziraphale blinks, looks about as his eyes adjust to the lower light. He expected to see a house pulsating with a glow equal to a thousand suns outside his window, maybe with Virgin Mary riding a motorbike behind the abominable snowman while the angel Gabriel wrestles an alligator. But the shapes around him are familiar. His brow wrinkles as he tries to understand what he's seeing. They're not just back in London, they're in Soho.

Right outside his shop.

"Which one is it?" Aziraphale looks up and down the block at darkened storefronts, most of them as frugally adorned as his own - a rope of garland, a wreath, a silver bell or two, but nothing special. Nothing noteworthy. Nothing even close to the houses they spent the night ogling.

"This one right here." Crowley points past Aziraphale toward a set of wooden double doors.

Aziraphale frowns. "But ... that's my bookshop."

"A-ha."

"I didn't do much in the way of decorating."

"I know."

"And I don't like when people stop in, so it's not as if I'm encouraging my neighbors to gather."

"Know that, too."

"So, why is it your favorite?"

"Because ..." Crowley scoots across the seat, puts an arm around Aziraphale's shoulders "... it's home."

"You consider a dusty old bookshop home? When you own that mansion of a flat in Mayfair?"

"You consider the bookshop your home, don't you?"

"Yes, but that's because my books are there, my liquor cabinet, my snuff boxes - everything I'm fond of. Everything I adore."

"What a coincidence. Because everything I'm fond of ... everything I adore ... is at your shop."

"And what would that be?" Aziraphale asks sarcastically. "My bottle of Hennessy Paradis Imperial?"

"No. You, you pair of walnuts," a grumpy Warlock responds in Crowley's stead.

Crowley glares at his young charge over his shoulder. "Rude."

"Look, could you guys take us home first and then make out?" Adam asks.

"Yeah," Pepper agrees. "My entire body is numb except for my right eyelid."

"Plus, listening to adults flirt kind of grosses me out," Brian adds, the rest mumbling in agreement.

"Alright, alright," Crowley growls, sliding back into his seat and putting the car into drive. "We'll drive you ankle-biters home, and then ..."

"We regale! Which I'm confident will include plenty of 'making out'? Right, my dear?"

"Absolutely," Crowley says with a smirk. Aziraphale snorts when their cluster of pre-teens groan.

"I think we're making them uncomfortable, angel."

"Serves them right," Aziraphale says, straightening in his seat. "I could have happily gone on for another six thousand years without seeing Santa Claus's rear end. Vengeance is mine."

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