#and the way she talked to castle wasn't bitchy

[theflytecharm]

YEAH in this au marcias like that is my baby brother no I've never actually been able to physically touch him yes he is from medieval times. I don't see what this has to do with anything. She'd be so offended that any version of herself could ever be mean to him. They r besties who tell each other everything (or. Marcia tells Most things but she does see marcellus very much as a child bc he. Is. She's like 20 when he's maybe 10 so she doesn't tell him Everything but they're super close) and when he ends up in the future she introduces him to everyone as her little cousin from overseas who's parents r dead so he's staying with her. She does tell alther who he actually is tho bc alther figured out where she was disappearing to not long after the start of her apprenticeship and asked her abt it and she didn't want to lie to him,,, she didn't tell him Who she was talking to just that it was a friend and she wasn't at any risk of going through the glass.

And. Yeah <33 they r autistic. Together 😌😌 marcellus knows some basic magyk in this au and marcia knows some physik and a lot of the theory of alchemy. Also I should clarify marcellus stays in the future in this au. He never goes home ever he just lives in the future now,, things in the past play out mostly the same as in canon but marcellus's role is played by a different alchemist who isn't such close friends with julius so there's some suspicion that the alchemy disaster wasn't entirely the alchemists fault and that's why alchemy isn't Quite so hated in the future.

Marcellus being more argumentative!! I think in canon he would have stayed quiet just bc. He wouldn't have seen a way out. Like etheldredda is essentially unkillable and if he ever dares to act out what happened to his sisters could happen to him. But with marcias influence he kind of starts pushing boundaries and asking questions and sneaking around and stealing things because marcias optimism rubs off on him and he's sure that he'll be able to save his sister this time, definitely. If things get really bad he can run away with the money from stolen items. I have a lot of thoughts abt marcellus and etheldredda and maybe one day I'll even elaborate on them abdjdbdjbd

AND. YEAH marcia does get affected by marcellus also <3 ur right she is a lot more tolerant of ppl in general tbh like especially after marcellus is in the future. If she can handle a grieving 13 yr old she can handle anything. She's also a lot more polite?? Like marcellus was taught Court Rules since he was tiny and started teaching them to marcia just for fun and obviously most of them r incredibly outdated but the same principles apply so while she is still bitchy and rude she is bitchy and rude in such a way that no one can ever call her out on it. Most of the time. Sometimes she snaps <3 Maybe she comes across a little old fashioned sometimes but that only adds to the effect,, she has learned Social Skill and by god is she going to use it.

There's also the fact that she considers marcellus her brother + has decided to honour his older bio sister by doing her absolute best to take care of him. When he's in the past this is 100% just talking with him and trying to give advice and steer him away from trouble (she fails miserably on that) and when he's in the future she's a lot more involved,, unfortunately (for her) this means she has a Big Sister Mode that activates every time she sees someone younger than her having a bad time and she HATES it bc all the castle kids literally love her and r bugging her all the time. Anyway I do have more to say but maybe I'll make an actual post with a readmore instead of putting it in ur inbox abdjdnsjfn

I love this au, it's so cute to see marcellus being looked after for once lmao

I wanna see the grown up pair of them start working together on alchemy and magyk too, kinda like julius but without the whole blame and betrayal bit. Alchemy being suspicious but not outright banned is fun too, would it end up being treated kinda like witches are (though with the bonus of hopefully less kidnapping involved)? Or more accepted than that

Marcellus having marcias influence and a way out is v interesting, in the canon it does seem like his only way out is to outlast etheldredda so he puts so much effort into a tincture that actually works. But if he's out would he put so much time and effort into it? Or just let it be and get on with a normal length life this time?

I love Social Skill marcia, she's such a person to learn the rules to break the rules (or bend the rules to breaking point without actually breaking them, leaving room for plausible deniability). I can also see them researching Why different rules and etiquette exist just so they understand why people do what they do, even if it's old stuff that's not really relevant anymore

BIG SISTER MARCIA!!!!! she's such a softie <3

Does marcellus get a chance to grieve his sisters in the past? Not even as in a funeral or something, but did he just have to pretend it's all fine until he got out?

[blueskittlesart]

What's the relationship between Link and Zelda in Sword of Fate like? (By the way, I absolutely love your designs for them!)

hmm ok this is a complicated one. link originally comes to hyrule castle town after his sister is kidnapped, an incident which he blames himself for, so he's got a lot that he's running from and it makes him super closed off. He gets a job as a stablehand at the castle, but as far as he's concerned it's a temporary way to make money while he searches for aryll and he has no need to make connections in castle town. Zelda, on the other hand, is incredibly isolated and naive. she's never left castle town in her life, and she doesn't believe in the stories of her family being descended from hylia, so she shows a general disdain and lack of effort for her duties as princess. Link sees a lot of his former self in her at first--lazy, ignorant, etc etc, and it annoys him, because as far as he's concerned his own selfishness is what lead to aryll being taken away, so he's kind of openly bitchy to her. However, zelda is almost completely lacking friends her own age (with the exception of her maid, liza) and decides to take link's silence and obvious dislike for her as a personal challenge. she does everything in her power to befriend him, and as a result he ends up kind of begrudgingly attached to her. after things go batshit in regards to the reincarnation of demise, their relationship changes A LOT. After link claims the master sword, Zelda regains a portion of hylia's memories, and her demeanor switches entirely. She remembers the original zelda's regret over how she pulled link into a battle that wasn't his to fight, and resolves not to let that happen again, so she spends a large portion of time running from link, who by this point cares for zelda a ton and doesn't want to let her fight alone. it's kind of a painful game of cat-and-mouse from here, with link chasing zelda and trying desperately to convince her that he's willing to support and fight alongside her, and zelda running from him, convinced that the spirit of the goddess inside her has manipulated him into caring for her so that he'll sacrifice himself on her behalf. anyway they are in love but they're like 16 at most and pretty much every interaction after zelda gains hylia's memories is colored by the fact that they don't really know if their feelings are THEIRS or if it's just another part of the goddess's plan so it's. heavy. they have a very difficult time navigating their feelings for each other but fundamentally they do love each other. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[ashilleong-blog]

On Earth as it is in Heaven

One of the unexpected positives to come out of the aborted apocalypse was Aziraphale's friendship with Madame Tracy. While Crowley didn't make a habit of human friendships, which inevitably ended in tragedy or at the very least awkward questions about why he didn't age, both he and Aziraphale occasionally found themselves drawn to one human or other despite good sense.

This one had its own pros and cons. Pro: Tracy already knew about Angels and Demons, and as such Aziraphale could be more open with her than he had been with another human in a very long time. Con: Crowley reminded him that Tracy was already old, and the inevitable end was likely to come sooner rather than later, so why bother.  But he had to admit a certain amusement from seeing Aziraphale on the phone with her. He liked seeing the way Aziraphale's eyes would crinkle as he smiled. Crowley enjoyed the absolute bitchy tone Aziraphale adopted when listening and responding to gossip. He especially enjoyed the mock scandalized look Aziraphale got when Tracy said something saucy, and the absolute, unexpected and shocking pleasure of hearing Aziraphale answer back with something saucy in kind. Never obscene, but towing a very fine line that made something in Crowley leap.

It occurred to him that he would love to hear Aziraphale swear. He hadn't yet. 

Aziraphale was on the phone when Crowley entered the bookshop before lunch. He could tell who it was on the other end by the angel’sposture, less formal than usual with a slight tilt of the head and one hand waving expressively as he talked.

"Sorry? No, not a customer, just Crowley."

"When did I become "just Crowley"? I'll have you know I'm not "just" anything." Crowley mock pouted, then smiled and waved them off at Aziraphale's pointed eyebrow. The angel could say a lot with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips, some of which he was too polite to ever say out loud.  

Everything is fine. Crowley didn't have a hole in his chest where his heart should have been.Everything is tickety-boo.  

Crowley amused himself, knowing from past experience that phone calls like this could go on for half an hour or more. He'd occasionally pick up a book and scan a few lines before the text started to blur together before his eyes. Crowley hated his eyes, had always hated them, how they robbed him of colours he could still remember, how they burned in the light. They were a reminder that no one had spoken for him. 

Aziraphale had not spoken for him. 

Intellectually it shouldn't have made a difference. Aziraphale had never actually claimed not to have been there, and it was his own stupid, foolish fantasy that things would have gone differently if the angel had been. Crowley hadn't realised how much that fantasy had underpinned his relationship to Aziraphale. Like a castle built on sand.  

Stupid. His own fault.

The chatter in the background was irritating. "…she most certainly did not!? Well, you tell her..." 

Up to the flat then to poke things and waste time. That's what Crowley did, poke things. Wounds that would otherwise have healed, questions best left unasked. He had known something was wrong in the weeks after they'd made their switch. Another fantasy, that. Believing that everything would be fine without Heaven and Hell on their backs. But it wasn't and he poked where he shouldn't have poked.

Talk to me, Aziraphale.

And like all of his most magnificent schemes, this one came back to bite him on the arse.

Crowley insinuated himself in all of Aziraphale's spaces.  Opened his cupboards, peeked in his refrigerator, that sort of thing. Aziraphale knew he did it, but hadn't said anything. They hadn't talked about pretty much anything properly since Aziraphale told him about the trial. He wondered if they'd ever talked about anything properly ever. Aziraphale, whose face shone with an open light, had hidden so much from him.

So Crowley invaded Aziraphale's flat while the angel nattered away downstairs. He ran his fingers over the inside of his bathtub and imagined it filled with holy water.

Crowley opened cupboards and looked under the bed. If Aziraphale ever did ask him about it he couldn't answer. It's not like there was anything to find in these spaces.

Is this where you kept your fear all this time? The wardrobe right here? Is this where the answers are? The thing that will fix us? By the mayonnaise in the fridge? 

Frustrated with himself, Crowley made his way back down stairs. He had assumed, by the lack of outraged exclamations that the phone call had ended. Instead he heard Aziraphale talking in a quieter voice, so as not to be heard. Crowley miracled the sound of his own footsteps upstairs.

"...not sure if that sort of thing would help us, to be honest (pause) Oh, I understand you don't necessarily mean sex. Intimacy... I don't know if he'd want it even if I was…capable. (Pause) It's bit like drowning, and I don't ever think I'll find my way to land."

Crowley didn't need to see his face to know that look; he'd worn it himself more years than he'd care to count. Drowning. And the water rushing in his ears sounded a lot like you go to fast for me, Crowley. He had seen people drown when he'd been on the unsinkable ship, seen them take down those who tried to save them too. That was what it was like with him and Aziraphale; he'd have been better off leaving him well alone, but still came back grasping every time the angel had pushed him down. He hadn't known Aziraphale had been drowning too.

"Anyway, we're not going to solve my problems over the phone, certainly not with him upstairs," Aziraphale's voice then returned to its normal volume, "So are you going to tell me this news of yours or not?"

Crowley closed his eyes. 

Everything is fine. Tickety-fucking-boo.

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