#(( beam me up scotty ::queue:: ))

[collidingxworlds]

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

Abigail Hobbs, Number Five, Sam Adams, Anthony J. Crowley, Will Graham, Jim Moriarty, Gabriel Shurley, Will Byers, Brian Moser, Sebastian Moran

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Crowley's shoulders tensed imperceptibly under Lilith's scrutiny, but he forced himself not to acknowldge her gaze nor his own reaction to it. She had all the rights to be careful, to be suspicious and mistrusting after what she had been through. Even more in a situation like the current one, where it wasn't just the fate of the mortal world to be at stake, but her own too.

The Serpent could relate to those feelings. After all, the triumph of one side and Earth being turned either into Hell or into Paradise would have marked the ending of the freedom he had enjoyed in the last six millennia. No matter who won, he would fatally lose.

"Yeah, well, there are things worse than death, as we both know," he pointed out, running the tip of his index along the hem of his once again empty glass. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not regretting my choices. If I could go back...I'd probably do it all over again. And if I was offered redemption," he scoffed at the word, "yeah, thanks but no thanks. Being damned sucks, but looking back, being an angel wasn't much better. At least I can do me now."

His lips drew a thin line as he went quiet for a moment, before reaching out for the bottle once again. "I just...wonder, at times." He stared as the ruby liquid flooded inside his glass. "Don't you ever play around with what-ifs? Even only to pass the time?"

Deep down, he was already ready to guess what her answer might have been. Lilith didn't strike him as a glutton for punishment unlike he could be at times. Better to stirr away from the subject.

"Thanks for the compliment but...no bloody surprise there, right?" Crowley pointed out with a sharp grin. "If there's something both Hell and Heaven equally lack is imagination. For how they see it, the ways something can go are reduced to the situations someone else has presented to them. They can't see all the other infinite possibilities."

He brought the glass back to his lips, but he didn't drink from it, not yet. It wasn't every day that you got to see the Mother of Demons hesitating. It was almost comforting to see that, in spite of everything, she didn't have it all figured out either.

"Ideally, yes, if he never knew anything at all, it would be for the best," he agreed, pursing his lips in a thoughtful frown, the wine momentarily forgotten. "But if we can't stop it before it starts, he'll end up learning it the hard way. It would be best to...ease him into it. And I can't think of a better person for the task than his mother. So...that's what I'd do, if it was up to me. And I would eventually tell him who I am." A shrug. "He has grown up with normal parents, they must have rooted in his head that parents always have their kids' best in mind. I don't see why he would think that it doesn't apply to you, even if you're not human."

“There is power in a name,” Lilith agreed. “Or a lack of it, as the case may be.” The creature was certainly destined to be far less of an obstacle than if it had been named something a little more infernal. It also gave an implication as to just what precisely Adam’s nature truly was; Lilith had imagined that the entirely ordinary upbringing she’d ensured he’d had would play its part, of course, but she now wondered just how much was in Adam’s very character, his core aspects.

“A very good thing,” she echoed, her blue eyes piercing Crowley as she wondered just how true the statement was. It might be that both the demon and his angelic friend had no real desire to harm Adam, but Lilith would be naïve if she presumed that neither of them had considered it. Historically, and biblically, the killing of children wasn’t exactly off the table, especially when it was considered to be the supposed lesser of two evils. What mattered, however, were what their intentions were now, and unless Lilith was getting rusty, she couldn’t perceive any violent malice in Crowley’s intentions. “And I doubt a boy who has grown up in this world would ever really want to end it,” she continued. “However, sometimes things can be triggered… accidentally.” Especially when someone had written them in prophecy; it made it more difficult to avoid.

“I’d rather be dead than ignorant,” Lilith declared firmly, leaving no room for argument or changing of minds. “We might have been punished, demonised, cast out for asking questions, for seeing what was wrong and daring to mention it, but that’s better than simply…stepping aside, accepting it.” Ironically, standing aside, doing nothing, was what the mortals often considered a type of evil, and yet the heavens seemed to do nothing but encourage it. She’d rather live free as the Mother of Demons, than trapped as the wife of Adam, bound to laws that made no sense, and orders that couldn’t be challenged.

Lilith couldn’t help but laugh a little at Crowley’s observation; bending the world to the will of a child was as unpredictable as it was powerful, and saying it could ether be a disaster or a success was an understatement of the dichotomy of outcomes. “Well, your awareness of that little fact means you’re more prepared than Lucifer is. Or any of hell for that matter,” she told him as she held out her glass for more wine. “They don’t seem to have even considered that it might not go their way, that Adam might do anything but what they want him to. They imagine him creating a world that is Hell itself brought to earth…any other option hasn’t even been considered.” Both sides always so easily underestimated that one key aspect to everything in the universe; free will. And Adam, as a child that was technically human, had it in abundance.

His question caused her to pause. “I…” She paused again, considering her answer, the possibilities. “I don’t know.” She finally admitted. “Honestly, I’m not entirely sure I’ll share anything. Perhaps it’s better that way, for him, not to know any of it, even a half-truth.” If he was safe and happy in the life he’d been given here, why change it? Why not simply present herself in the same way Crowley and Aziraphale might; nothing more than powerful creatures wishing to stop an apocalypse.

She lifted her gaze from her glass to look at the demon. “What would you do? If you were in my position?”

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✔ Sam Adams & Fish Lecter? @imprvdente

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[Barbie J] I can imagine your smug little face reading this, I have finally found the time and found that worm from my past. Come and play with him for me will you? Just a little bit? I'm afraid if I am left to my own devices I won't get what I want out of him, just screams.

Do this for me pretty please, I'll see if I can misplace a few of my contacts for you to have a play with, all a bunch of sissies

Once again the text reached Jim when he wasn't exactly expecting it. He had briefly spoke to his twin that early morning and the other had let him known that he would be busy all day, so he hadn't expected to hear back from him until the next day, if not later than that. After all, they both tended to get caught up in their games once they had found something that was worth of their attention.

Not to mention that they weren't the most reliable individuals. Their changes of mind and mood happened far too quickly for anyone to keep up with them.

The consulting criminal lifted an eyebrow at the sight of the name on the screen, pondering for a moment, before fully pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"One moment," he said, cutting off the man who had been talking to him about...he wasn't even sure of what anymore. "Family stuff. You know how it is."

And with that, he unlocked the device to read the messages. The guy's tale had got boring fast, and he had admittedly stopped listening. He already knew already all he needed, so it had seemed more than fair to let his mind wander and work on more involving, important affairs. That considered, his twin's interruption was more than welcome.

[β-Jim] Oh, so that's what u were doing. I've been wondering, u know? Sounds like u had a very successful hunt. [β-Jim] Ofc I'll join you. How could I deny my twin? Especially when he's making such a fun offer. I'm dying of boredom here :( [β-Jim] Send me the address, I'll be right with u [β-Jim] And no need to bribe me. Trust me, I don't need an incentive to come and make sure u get all u need. Not for this.

While he might act casually whenever his twin mentioned something unpleasant from his past, Jim had stored every single piece of information in the part of his brain where he kept all the essential knowledge. From what he had grasped, most of the culprits had been taken care of, but having a chance to tie the loose strings and make the pay for that they had done to his brother? Oh, that was an opportunity he would never miss.

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[OOC] -crack knuckles- Alright, this weekend is the time I start catching up with stuff on this blog. Wish me luck

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Will didn't comment on Billy's answer, but something in the look he shot the older teen almost spelled out "bullshit". Considering how easy it was to set the other off, the younger Byers was ready to bet he had probably been shoving heads inside toilets plenty of times for no real valid reason, back when he had been his age.

It made him wonder if Billy would have felt like pushing his head in the toilet, if he had voiced those thoughts.

"Fine, I...I'll go again," was what he said instead, but his voice lacked conviction and so did his body language when he balled his hands into fists.

He sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to shift into the position the older teen had instructed him to take earlier, but then he remained still with his arm raised.

"It's just...it feels pointless," he spoke up after a moment of silence, shoulders slouching in defeat. "It's not...It's not even about them them anymore. I don't care about what they call me, what they do to me. I care only when they hurt my friends. But even if I stood up to them in those occasions, I...I don't know..."

He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth in frustration. He couldn't do it. Even if he had learnt to punch and kick and fight as well as Billy could, it wouldn't have gotten him the power he wanted. The power he needed.

"You know how it feels. You've been there too. He has been inside you too. How do you punch step it up against...that?"

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“Only if they pissed me off.”

A vague response, but it said enough. Billy had done a lot of things to other kids, starting right when he was Will’s age. All that anger had to go somewhere, and he’d found an outlet in wailing on other boys at school, becoming stronger as he got older until he didn’t even need to throw a punch, not really. He was intimidating enough, by looks, by reputation.

And when he did need to bring out his knuckles, he brought them out hard. People didn’t fuck with him twice.

Now he looked at poor sad little Will Byers. Easy to push around. Supremely easy to shove into a toilet bowl. He looked weak, soft, and yet now there was a little spark of something in him. Something Billy hadn’t expected to see.

But it was enough. A spark was all it took.

“Again, Byers. C'mon. You wanna stop assholes like me from picking on you? Huh? Step it up. Let’s go!”

[midnightmoonbeams]

Gray boi wrote this in honor of Team Teleportation.

May 11th, 2019

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[notyourgbf]

@traumeriin

    “Oh gosh, I never thought about it like that…” Rosemary and Xander have been together for such a long time that she has practically forgotten about all the people who came before him. “I don’t have many exes like that, thankfully.” That’s because they’re dead now, but that’s a very morbid thought that she figures she should keep to herself.

   “Yeah, I just have the one. Which is not all that bad,” he admits. It’s not as if his ex was violent or abusive. But the end of their relationship had been tumultuous and heart breaking in Derrick’s case. “Our breakup was rough, but I haven’t seen him since. But...I am always kinda paranoid I might run into him at a gay club.” Not that he really goes to clubs much anyway.

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In truth, Gabriel almost didn't notice how uncomfortable his cutting remarks had made Mary. He hadn't meant to scold or lecture her. Heaven, he didn't even care that much about whether she agreed with him or not. The bite in his voice was completely born out of the bitterness he had carried with him through the centuries, despite all the attempts he had made to shake it off.

He shouldn't be surprised by his failures, not when the roots of his resentments dated back to when Time itself was an infant. Besides, anger was better than pain, misery, guilt and despair.

"Well, I'm not saying that you should read it...even if some parts are actually funny." Never mind that the fact might have easily been another point of disagreement between them. "Just take the word of every priest and 'person of faith' who goes around saying that God is loving and merciful and yadda-yadda with a grain of salt. The level of sugarcoating in there is so thick that it can make me, the guy with the biggest sweet tooth you'll ever meet, sick."

With that, he just shrugged, avoiding to even just acknowledge the baker's apology. In his eyes, she had nothing to be sorry about to start with.

Almost as proof of that, the grin came easily back once Mary started to talk about her ferret. Now that was an interesting creature. Gabriel would have lied if he had said that he didn't feel some affinity towards them.

"Good thing that I don't really wear jewels," not unless he was showing up as Loki to one of Odin's meetings, "and that I'm a magician when it comes to fixing hair." He could have literally do it with a snap of fingers. And to hell with anyone who would have called using magic "cheating". "I wonder how Max would like her. We should have them meet. My money is that he'll be terrified."

His chuckle joined her laugh, dispelling the tension that their mostly one-sided discussion about religion had left in the air. Yet, the lightness didn't last long and was instantly spoiled when Mary's attitude changed as she brought up the old sanatorium.

"Waverly Hills?" The Trickster repeated, tapping his index on his chin. "The name sounds somewhat familiar. I think I've seen it on TV at some point."

In truth he had passed the place on his way to that town, but he hadn't spared more than a glance in its direction because it held nothing that might have interested him. Still he had sensed dark presences roaming inside the building and on the surrounding ground. There were definitely a bunch of vengeful spirits inhabiting the sanatorium, and perhaps even something stronger.

"I guess I just figured out what to do on my next day off," he claimed, nonchalantly, as if he hadn't noticed the apprehension that had touched the woman's voice and expression. "Wanna come with? Since you seem to know a lot about this stuff."

Regret overwhelmed her as soon as Steve opened his mouth to answer her inquiry regarding God’s nature. Had it really been such a stupid question from her side? There had to be a reason for so many people believing in him. Yet it was altogether quite clear that Steve had quite a few arguments to prove the opposite.

“I went to Bible class at church,” Mary admitted quietly. “As for actually reading the Bible… Can’t say I have. Bits and pieces here and there.” Her neck nearly crawled into her shoulders as she listened to his speech of sorts, going on and on about how evil God was. Almost as if the man had personally done him wrong. Frankly, she’d be happy to be swallowed into the ground right now. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment of having asked said question and daring to counter his statements.

“I see what you mean,” she finally said in a soft voice. “This is the first time anyone’s ever given me any other perspective on the matter. I’m sorry if I brought up bad memories, sugar.”

Fortunately, the topic was changed. However, her embarrassment was not. His knowing look made her shrink into the chair, hiding behind her milkshake, even more. Oh, how she hated her ever blossoming cheeks. Naturally, that realisation only led to a further increase of the red haze mingling with her freckles.

“Cuddles and treats I can do! I sometimes make treats for my ferret myself,” Mary stated, straightening her spine. “Oh, but he’s a dog. Most of ’m are easy, right? Love people and all that. You should see Elle - my ferret,” she clarified. “She’ll jump onto your lap and crawl into your neck first chance she gets. Then she’ll chew on your hair or steal your jewelry, but never mind that.” An easy laugh fell from her lips.

Steve continued to surprise her with his unusual perspective on matters. “Hm… Y'know, I never thought of it like that. You’re a wise old soul!” she joked. “I sure hope that whatever it may be won’t drown me. Speaking of which, there’s a fountain nearby that’s said to be haunted.” She sipped from her milkshake and gestured wildly as she informed him. “Two ghosts, apparently. A lady in black and the ice boy.”

Those were not the stories that haunted most citizens, however. A shiver ran down her spine as she added another to her story. “But it’s Waverly Hills that you want to avoid. I’ve passed it once. The place has real bad vibes.” Maybe she’d imagined it, but she swore she could have heard screams echoeing. “If you want your prove… that’s the place to be, I reckon.”

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[midnightmoonbeams]

Gray boi says, Beam Me Up, Scotty! They chose Team Teleportation.

May 11th, 2019

[notyourgbf]

@onelifetoliv

Liv made a face and popped a green grape into her mouth. As she chewed and swallowed, she couldn’t help but think of a hundred other things she’d rather do than go to the gym. “You know,” she said, looking his way. “There are way better ways to lose a few brain cells than the gym.”

A few of those ways might have been slightly illegal in some states, but that only made the situation that much more fun. “Want some grapes?” she asked, holding out the bowl for him. She smiled before reaching in and popping another into her mouth.

Derrick turned to Liv with a knowing look. There were many other ways he could imagine losing brain cells, but he’d committed to hitting the gym with his friend Rosie a couple times a week.

“Yeah, gladly. Thanks,” he expressed before helping himself to a handful. After a long hour at the gym, even something like grapes seemed like a great treat. He sat there for a moment, chewing them over a couple at a time, before speaking again. “I don’t know what it is about working out, but these are honestly the best grapes I’ve had in my entire life.” 

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The gloomy look on his twin's face filled Jim with an equal amount of curiosity and rage. He might not know the specifics, but he knew enough to draw a general picture, one that got quickly conformed by the other's vague sum-up of the situation. Whoever was waiting for them in the adjacent room had hurt his brother. Not only physically, as the mention of scars suggested, but on a mental level too.

Perhaps, had he been someone else, he wouldn't have been able to draw that last conclusion. The darkness in the other Moriarty's eyes could have easily been explained with rage and thirst for revenge, with his will not to just get even, but also to show his captive why messing with him had been a fatal mistake.

Jim, however, knew better. He wasn't just some random henchman, and he was more than an intelligent, gifted business partner. He knew most of his twin's telltales, because they are the same as his own. That wasn't just distaste, disdain, anger. There was a void behind his brother's tense facade, one that he himself had come to know far too well.

He took the replica of the knife without a word, turning it in his fingers for a little while. The weapon was simple, an old model, enough to allow him to reconstruct when it was being produced and how old the two of them were. His own expression is pensive, holding the same sharpness that was slithering under his theatrical greeting.

"Oh, I'll make sure that this," he waved the knife, "will be the very last thing to touch his mind." Literally too, if he had decided that he fancied such ending. "Together with the hand holding it. Ours."

Perhaps he had been called there as a guest, but he could tell that there was more to that request. He wouldn't call it a cry for help, because the two of them didn't cry, nor they needed anyone else's assistance. However, if his brother wished for him to act in his place, for whatever reason, the consulting criminal was more than ready to step in.

Oh, the things he did for family these days. Something that before meeting his twin would have been unthinkable.

He shoved his free hand in the pocket of his jacket, tilting his head on one side. "What about you? Will you join me? Watch from a far? Be a little voice in my ear, telling me where to cut?"

The first option would have been the most preferable, but he could have done with the last one too. As long as it was a shared experience.

James found himself slightly relaxing as he heard his brother's footsteps, as familiar as his own, in many ways, they were the same, the slightest of differences could only be detected by either of the twins. He had simply waited for his brother as the rage simmered, looking into his mirror images’ eyes he played with the idea of telling him, that nothing could hurt him, not really, there was nothing left to hurt. Ever so deep down that not even he was aware of it, part of him yearned to be able to talk to someone about what had happened so long ago, whilst not the one who had ruined James’ childhood, they had known what had been going on and instead chose to do nothing, how the person in question could even live with themselves now let alone all this time was a mystery, still he had ensured that his continued existence had been hell for many years, haunting him whenever he seemed to forget what he had done.

Although he couldn't help but grin at his brother's theatrics, he knew he was looking for more information and he didn't blame him, he would have done the same and hearing his sense of humour helped ground him as he stood next to him. “Let’s just say that they did something they shouldn't have done, the deepest cuts were left by a ‘friend’ of theirs, he is long dead but this one, I wanted him to suffer, I was ever so afraid of I robbed myself of a front row seat in my anger, I have a little surprise for you to use; well its a fake version but it will be fun to see the look on his face” he said with a grin as he slowly took out the replica pocket knife. Looking at it he felt the emptiness of where the pain had been as he handed it over. “Make sure he gets a good look, I know you will do me proud” he said with a cruel gleam, excited at what his brother would do, he had waited too long to put old demons at bay.

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CHARACTER STATS

name : Sebastian Moran

nicknames : Second Most Dangerous Man in London, Colonel, Basher, Tiger, Seb, Sebby (by Jim)

age : 30-40 / verse dependent8

birthdate : November 30th

species : human / verse dependant

gender : male

preferred pronouns : he/ him

eye colour : light bluee

hair colour : dirty blond

body build : tall, very fit, evident muscular definition. Wide shoulders, strong arms and legs.

height: 1.90 m / 6’2

romantic orientation : demiromantic

sexual orientation : pansexual

parents : Eveline Duncan (mother, deceased), Augustus Moran (father, deceased)

siblings : Maeve Moran (younger sister, deceased)

significant others : none / verse dependent

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