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jophiel-extras · 1 year ago

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and maybe an sfw alphabet for azi? 👉👈

summary :: Aziraphale sfw alphabet!

warning :: none, fluff

note :: still waiting for nsfw Crowley requests to colonise my inbox 🥱

A = Affection

Surprisingly, Aziraphale isn’t crazily affectionate even if you are his partner. He’s quite reserved in that manner. Of course, if you want physical love Aziraphale is more than up for the job but he’s not one to hang off you. Freely though, he’ll kiss and hug you whenever the time is right.

B = Best friend

Aziraphale is incredibly kind and considerate. He’s such a good person, you’d have to be insane not to want him as a friend! He’s one of those people that just cares an there aren’t many of those these days. He cares unabashedly about you and who you are. He will always be there to help you and listen to you, no matter the circumstances.

C = Cuddles

Aziraphale is a fan of his personal space, so he won’t always cuddle you. Generally greeting embraces and whenever you need comforting are the most times you hug, that and cuddling before bed. He especially loves to read to you whilst you lay on his chest and snooze.

D = Domestic

Aziraphale adores the settled lifestyle. Living in peace with you. Every day feels like something kind and normal, breakfast together, going out together, sleeping with one another. He loves it. Aziraphale is honestly such a traditional wife, he likes staying indoors and looking after the bookshops.

E = Ending

Aziraphale wouldn’t commit to someone unless he knew he could spend the rest of his life with them (well technically, they could spend the rest of their life with him), so a breakup is highly unlikely. However, if it were ever to occur Aziraphale would be heartbroken and you’d never leave his mind, not for another century.

F = Fiance(e)

Angels aren’t really allowed to get married but Aziraphale is a bit of a rule breaker and would certainly offer you a ring as a sign of his commitment to you. A wedding might not occur, but you’d be married in the eyes of an Angel which I find much more binding than law.

G = Gentle

Physically, Aziraphale is as soft as they come and emotionally too. He is very carefully in how he approaches your emotions, especially if you’re overwhelmed.

H = Hugs

Aziraphale consistently greets you with a nice hug! Aziraphale hugs under your arms, pulling your chest in. It’s so soft and comforting, he’s such a good hugger (I wouldn’t tell him, but it’s honestly like hugging a marshmallow).

I = I love you

Depending on how complicated of a relationship you have, the L word might be lost in translation but if he’s got the feelings and he knows it, Aziraphale isn’t afraid to verbalise it.

J = Jealousy

Of course Aziraphale is completely comfortable in your relationship, he’s secure in what you have. Although that won’t stop the odd attention you might get from a stranger possibly rubbing him the wrong way. It’s never serious enough to warrant a big discussion; he might just pull a little more affection from you to reassure himself of your love for him.

K = Kisses

Aziraphale is particularly fond of cheek and forehead kisses!! He adores it when you randomly plant a kiss on his cheek as he reads, or as you pass him in the bookshop. He thinks it’s the sweetest thing. He likes to kiss your head mainly. The top of your head when you lay on his chest, or as you hug. While he kisses your head, he likes to smell your hair and will usually compliment whatever shampoo you’ve been using.

L = Little ones

Aziraphale cannot have children, but often thinks about what a blessing it would be for you two to have kids of your own. He’d be a gentle parent, for sure.

M = Morning

Waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking, and walking to the kitchen to find Aziraphale whipping up some fluffy pancakes. Or, maybe if you wake up early enough, you can beat him to it and surprise him with a delicious Eggs Benedict which he will certainly mention in his thankfulness prayers. It’s not unheard of though, for a lazy day in, cuddling and snoozing together whilst the day goes by.

N = Night

Early nights, mostly. Aziraphale is always making sure you sleep early enough.

O = Open

You’d get to know Aziraphale through a friendship first, he wouldn’t feel comfortable becoming an official partner of yours until you know about him and what he truely is.

P = Patience

Aziraphale is the most patient person you know!

Q = Quizzes

Aziraphale has quite the memory bank on you. He’s a sucker for getting you meaningful gifts, so he listens to you and your interests intently. Even something in passing, he’s there for it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he kept a little notebook of quirks he’s noticed on you.

R = Remember

Aziraphale has a particularly fond memory of sharing a cream bun with you. You’d gotten a bit of cream on your cheek which he had wiped off ever so gently, caressing your face. The sweet gesture turned into your first kiss. After the kiss, Aziraphale licked the cream from his thumb and murmured “Delicious,” which had you as red as a tomato. He found it all quite cute.

S = Security

It might not seem like it, but Aziraphale is incredibly passionate about your safely and wellbeing. He has the ability to keep you safe, and repeatedly does even when you don’t realise it. There’s been a few under the table miracles he’s performed to keep you just that little bit safer. If you’re human he’s particularly wary, citing that “Humans are very delicate creatures,” when justifying his doting.

T = Try

Aziraphale has been known to spoil you when it comes to the effort he puts into dates, anniversaries, gifts and honestly just everyday tasks.

U = Ugly

Aziraphale has been known to oversee your negative feelings sometimes, telling you it will pass or trying to solve it instead of just letting you rant your heart out. The moment you mentioned it, he tried to switch up his attitude but will sometimes lecture you on solving problems whenever you need to ride out your negative emotions. He trying though, that’s what counts.

V = Vanity

Not at all! Aziraphale isn’t one to be bothered with aesthetics (other than a nice outfit, of course).

W = Whole

Unless you’re with him, Aziraphale feels a lingering loneliness so you’re never from him for too long.

X = Xtra

Aziraphale can’t help but just look at you, all the time. Sleeping especially, it’s happened more than once, you waking up to Aziraphale gazing at you with all the adoration in the world. Despite having crazy bed head, a cheek dry with drool and a puffy morning face, Aziraphale will still ogle you.

Y = Yuck

He’s not a fan of slobs! Pick up after yourself!!

Z = Zzz

Aziraphale prefers to be productive, so he will sleep early when there’s nothing to do and wake up early too. Even if he does go to bed later, he will still wake up at 5 or 6am. Somehow, you can never feel when he leaves the bed. He’s never woken you up, not once.

#good omens #aziraphale #good omens x reader #aziraphale good omens #aziraphale x reader #aziraphale x y/n #aziraphale x you

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theboywithburninghands · 9 months ago

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Well, I said I’d deliver on the Funnybunny, so I have. This is probably the most “written” one so far. It’s also got an actual kiss in it, which I was looking forward to.

I Wonder What’s For Dinner?

*Pomni shuffles her way into the backstage hall, her eyes marred with dark circles. Jax just so happens to be there as well, grinning and beginning to follow after her*

Jax: Rough day, Pompom?

Pomni: No thanks to you. Where’ve you been..?

Jax: Side adventure. You gotta learn how to weasel your way outta the big adventures, Pompom.

Pomni: It would have been easier if we had more help…

Jax: Looook, I get the whole team effort thing, I do. But I gotta look out for me first, ya know? If I go cra~azy- *eyes twirl for emphasis* -who’ll keep your life interesting?

Pomni: Jax- …Don’t, okay? My eyes hurt I’m so tired. I don’t need to hear your slimy c£@? right now, alright? …God, even c£@? is censored! God-£@#%#& &@%%!+!!!

Jax: Ooooo-hoo-hoo~ someone oughta wash your mouth out, Pompom.

*Pomni is on the verge of exploding. Perhaps the circus has added in tea kettle sound effects or her face has slowly turned red. But instead of shouting, she turns to Jax with poison politeness*

Pomni: Jax. With all due respect? Go away. Take your selfish jibber-jabber somewhere else.

*Jax oddly seems to smile a bit wider at the insult.*

Pomni: And for the thirty gazillionth time, STOP calling me Pompom!

*Pomni throws open her door, but stops a few steps in. She sniffs the air, despite her lack of a nose. There’s a familiar sweet and savory aroma in her room. It takes a moment for her tired eyes to spot a small table and chair set up in the middle of the room for her. On it sits a bowl of white rice topped by a pinkish-orange fillet, brushed with a caramel-brown sauce*

Pomni: Is… this…?

*Jax leans against the doorframe on one hand*

Jax: Honey-garlic glazed salmon. I had to think a little outside the box to get some private info about you, but hey, I figured if Caine knew our birthdays and whatnot, I could weasel it out of him.

*Pomni sits at the small table, Jax shutting the door behind him. There’s a fork set out on a napkin for her. Even though she feels her mouth watering, she has to hesitate. She’s dealing with Jax*

Pomni: You put something in this, didn’t you? Ghost pepper sauce or farting powder or…?

Jax: *shrugs* I might’ve. I am pretty selfish after all.

*Pomni stares at the food a moment longer before caving, picking up the fork and cutting herself a piece of the salmon. She places it in her mouth and chews thoughtfully… her eyelids flutter a bit and she swallows*

Pomni: Oh my god… it’s delicious…

*Pomni tucks into the food, Jax watching her now and then from the door. There’s a few minutes of clinking dishes before Pomni speaks up again*

Pomni: …I uh… I think I used to eat this with chopsticks…

Jax: Bubble’s only used forks and spoons since I’ve been here. Does he look like a weeb to you, Pompom?

*Pomni snorts a bit too loud and covers her mouth, trying to disguise it as a cough. Jax gives a self-satisfied grin at being able to make the ball of anxiety laugh.*

*Eventually, Pomni is all finished. Even if she wasn’t actually filling her belly, the taste of her favorite food has helped her forget… well, everything. At least for a little while.*

Jax: Sheesh, you eat like a pig, newbie. *he comes over to the table*

Pomni: …Thank you for this, Jax. It… It was…

Jax: Thoughtful? Sweet? Caring? I dunno, you said I was selfish. Maybe I just wanted to do something for you so you could do something for me later. *he bends down to pick up the empty bowl* If I do come around askin’ you for a favor though, y-

*In a flash, Pomni takes advantage of Jax being down at her level and plants a quick, feather-light kiss on his cheek with a small chu. Jax takes a moment to register what touched him before his face gradually blooms from periwinkle to fuchsia. Pomni touches her own mouth as though it moved of its own volition, looking at Jax to confirm what just happened. They stare at each other for an eternal two seconds*

Jax: I should…

Pomni: Yeah.

*Jax about-faces and speeds to the door with the dishes in hand, barging his shoulder into the frame as he goes into the hall and shuts the door without looking back*

#funnybunny #jax x pomni #tadc #tadc jax #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus #oh no cringe

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bunnyramen · 1 year ago

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Good Omens Hc (Ineffable Husbands + Ineffable Interns and a mix of family) to help the fandom recover just a tiny bit

-If Aziraphale gives Crowley freckles when he gives him kisses, Angel gains a beauty mark from Crowley’s kisses (like falling/dying stars)

- I feel like since Eric can multiply, it’s the opportunity to give Muriel tons of kisses

- Aziraphale and Crowley share a garden, these two are always bickering about how to treat the plants

- Muriel asks question after question about demons, a lot are ones Eric doesn’t know the answer to and giving that he likes mischief, he makes a bunch of stuff up (all in good fun)

- Muriel sings incredibly and Eric loves to listen even if his ears can’t stand it (because it’s literally heavenly)

-Aziraphale has taken on whistling centuries ago and had become quite the professional, Crowley will sometimes catch him whistling “be-bop” (only because it reminds him of the demon)

- Aziraphale accidentally left his ring before he left for heaven and Crowley kept it (giving it back when Azi came back to reconcile)

- Aziraphale wrote, preformed and produced an entire play as an apology (Crowley couldn’t even get through the first chunk before he was sobbing from laughter)

- When Aziraphale blushes, it has a glow to it that only ethereal beings can see, so when he’s red in the face, to Crowley, he looks like a Christmas light

- Aziraphale picked up a few hobbies while Crowley asleep for the century, Dancing being one of them and another being Piano. The Piano is something Crowley doesn’t know about because he’s a little embarrassed and doesn’t play when he’s around (like dancing, Angels aren’t meant to really play instruments despite owning harps)

- Muriel has intimate knowledge of what Heaven can and can’t detect, they use this to their advantage when Eric wants to “stir up mischief” (He’s too embarrassed to call it a date)

- Muriel has taken to drawing Eric and Eric gets a little weird about it (it’s the sweetest thing anyones ever done for him and it makes him feel.. awkward. He loves it btb, he just can’t show it right)

- Muriel blushes a lot around Eric but has no idea what it is, so they think they got hell fire on their face (They glow too)

- Eric and Muriel are the opposite of Azirphale and Crowley when it comes to sleeping. Once Muriel learned what it was and how to do it, you couldn’t stop them from taking a nap anywhere, Eric on the other hand has taken to watching over them (Aziraphale gets jumpscared walking into a room and seeing multiple Erics watching over Muriel) (Like (Demon) father like (Angel) child)

- Angel plays the piano for Muriel and teaches them how to, and they pick up the skill immediately (He also teaches them how to read sheet music)

- Aziraphale is not allowed to call Crowley “Anthony” outside of a private area or things may happen

- Chat gave me the idea that the Z. In Azi’s middle name is Zebidiah and I will hold onto that, Crowley calls him that on occasion to be funny because he couldn’t have chosen a worse middle name (Not that “Janthony” can talk)

- Crowley has taken on eating a little more but it’s rare that he’ll finish what he has

- Crowley takes great passion in watching Muriel tell people to piss off when they walk in the bookshop, even when Muriel learned it was considered rude

- Omg!! Crowley and Azi introducing Muriel to Warlock, siblings!!

- Crowley listens to audio books (I.E. makes Aziraphale read to him)

- Eric shared a piece of candy with Muriel, not knowing they’ve never had food before and now they have a huge sweet tooth

- When Eric threatened to Eat Muriel, they laughed in his face and that’s how his crush started

- Muriel’s started after Eric kissed their hand to rial them up when they first met (Angel and demon beef)

- Omg Muriel learning how to dance from the first ever Angel to do so (So now the number is a straight forward two)

- Muriel miracled facial hair on their face because they've seen Crowley with it before and wanted to try it (they have long sideburns now, much to Crowley’s dismay because it reminds him of Brother Francis)

- Eric and Muriel once held hands for “safety reasons” and now do it often

-Crowley still gets called to watch over Warlock and he always bregrudingly obliges

- Since I assume Muriel has a more Cockney accent, maybe they learn some of the slang words that come with that (Aziraphale gives them a book on it and deals with the repercussions)

- Crowley and Aziraphale has separate bedrooms (not that they don’t love each more than heaven and earth put together) but having their own space to decorate and do their thing helps tremendously (even if they end up in the other’s room most of the time)

- Crowley took Aziraphale’s last name and it’s very funny when they go out together and when someone says “Mr. Fell” they both turn

#I really made this about Muriel and azi didn’t I my bad 😭#I just love them both not that I don’t love Crowley and Eric a lot too #good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable interns #eric the disposable demon #muriel #muriel good omens #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #Crowley #good omens seasons 2 spoilers

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dingustripas · 2 years ago

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I just wanted to take a moment to point out the differences in Aziraphale's and Crowley's outfit vs the rest of the angels/demons outfits

Azi is always dressed in white to contrast Crowley's black, thats obvious, it's evil and good. But here's what I wanted to point out. Both Crowley and Azi don't fit into either of the demons/angel's "aesthetics". Crowley, for a demon, is very put together and organized. With Beelzebub, Hastur and Ligur we can see the scrappy apperance they take on in the show. Beelzebub is covered in flies and has torn clothing, Hastur constantly looks sweaty and as if he just woke up from in the mud, and Ligur is just plain scary. Crowley, on the other hand is well dressed.

He wears a clean neat blazer and clean vests/jeans. Trough the series he's also always seen taking really good care of his hair, putting it up, when it's down it looked brushed, when he cut it, it was always styled semi-neatly. And even though he doesn't value human objects as much as Azi does, (like Crowley's fifty sunglasses compared to Azi's one very old coat) Crowley still has his own vices. Unlike the other demons, Crowley, as much as it doesn't seem, he values his plants and perfection. This isn't a common value in demons, perfection, tidyness, Crowley's very presentable appearance. Even though readers/viewers semi-knew that Crowley and Azi were the odd ones out from their respective teams, their looks alone call that out.

Going back to the sunglasses, a lot of the demons wear their respective animals on their shoulders or blend it in to their general appearance. We know Crowley is a snake but he actively uses sunglasses to hide that part of him, as if he’s ashamed (we can also assume he’s ashamed of it bc he did so much as fall just hung around the wrong crowd). I think the sunglasses are also a way for Crowley to pretend to be something he is not, to hide himself. We can assume this because when he’s with Azi he rarely wears the sunglasses after they’ve become friends, this is even more prominent when Azi “dies” and Crowley isn’t wearing sunglasses at all. His sunglasses hide his vulnerability and his care for both humans and his angel.

Now on to Azi. During the large amount of Azi's screen time, he is in his human form. We see him in his semi-otherworldly/angelic form when he gets "killed" once in the whole show. What I want to point out in specific is that each angel has a different outfit for earth and for heaven. Gabriel, each time he pops up on earth he has a ever so slightly different outfit than his angelic version (the tracksuit, the scarf suit, the turtleneck). Azi on the other hand wears the same thing pretty much all the time. He has no REAL big change of outfit between heaven and earth, the only time he does have a change in outfit is when he gets discorporated. This is the first real thing that places him a part from the other angels.

Now Azi is also known, by Gabriel and a lot of the other Angel's, to indulge in human things (like the sushi, the coat, the bookshop etc.). These are things that we can assume aren't valued by Angel's (when Gabriel made the comment about the Suhsi or mistreated Azi's books). For the rest of the angel's the things that Azi indulges in are irrelevant and are "material objects". So right off the bat both Crowley and Azi have very different values and are just plainly visually the opposite of their higher up's.

Let's break this picture down a bit. All the angel's are wearing suits, thats obvious. But here's what set's Azi visually a part and what the director wants us as the viewers/readers to comprehend about the characters without watching/reading the whole story. Azi always puts his hands behind his back when he's talking to someone from the higher up's compared to the hands in front that the other angels have. Putting your hands behind your back is known to be a symbol of confidence and superiority, Angel is challenging Gabirel and the demons. Azi uses the tactic of putting his hands behind his back to almost flaunt his human indulges. Azi doesn't button his suit as a sign of rebelion, he's showing off the older vest, the golden, his stomach. All things that connect him to the human realm, all things that Angels don't care about.

One more thing that visually put's Angels outfit a part from the other Angel's is the color. All the Angels have grey tones or brown tones, most of the tones themself are closer to a cool-off white, whereas Azi wears a very white suit layered with yellow cool-tones. Yellow is the color commonly associated with god or etheral beings, so even though Azi is directly challenging Gabriel and the other angel's with his choice of outfit, he's also still conecting himself with the almighty. Still showing that he is an angel, that he still has respect for the almighty and, this might be a long shot but that Azi does what he does in the name of the almighty's values itself.

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mooonjin · 2 years ago

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The Past Behind Him - Pt. 2

Notes: oh gosh im most overhwelmed with the support on the first part!! tyty so heres part two soz it took so long, i lost it in the scheduling feature. i should probably leave that alone haha,,,

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Summary: Your last interaction together with Echo wasn't ideal and mature. In hopes of ameliorating, the trooper decides to make the first moves of forming his apology, but will you accept it?

Warnings/Tags: bits of fluff, one or two uses of Y/N, mentions of blood/injuries, mentions of tending to wounds, your fav clones, proofread this once oops — tell me if I've missed anything!

< Part One

"...Echo?..."

"...Hey! Echo...!"

"Echo!" the sound of Hunter's modulated voice gave the poor ARCT a fright. Multiple blaster shots whizzed passed their heads as they ducked down behind some old crates, "You still with us?"

Echo stumbled upon his words, "Yes, Y/N– uh, sir! Agh, Sergeant– Hunter!" he sighed at his mistakes, "Yes Hunter, still here." Echo rubbed the top of his helmet, where his forehead would be, in embarrassment along with noticing Hunter's slight head turn at his stutter. You've been on his mind this whole mission and he's been doing everything else but focus on the task at hand. Hunter patted Echo's now healed shoulder to assure him.

It had been a few weeks since your last one-on-one interaction with Echo. It seemed he took more precaution on the battlefield not to end up injured again since he'd end up in your hands back. His brother's ended up in the medbay but when offered to stay and watch over, Echo would be the only one to refuse. Wrecker pouted most of the time when he would. You never questioned him about it and usually shrugged it off.

But every now and then, you'd wonder if he was alright. Considering the stories you've been told about the ARC trooper, he seemed kind, caring, brave, and silly. It's just... that's who you've not been seeing these past few weeks. If anything, you've seen the complete opposite.

You tended to a couple of clones from the 501st after a rough retrieval mission on Saleucami. You haven't met this batch of men before but they already treated you like their best friend. One of them had a goatee and the number '5' tattooed by his hairline. This cheeky one loved to make jokes about his brothers. Occasionally, you had to remind him not to move since you're still patching him up. They called him ‘Fives.’ Maybe because of his CT number, you assumed.

"And then the Captain face planted into those bulbous pollen stuff! Oh gosh, he was covered in 'em!" a hearty laugh escaped from his chest and once again, you gently patted his shoulder to remind him he's still fresh from the battlefield. He sent you a mumbled apology and continued to make jokes without moving too much. You smiled, playfully.

The one they called ‘Jesse,’ who had the GAR logo tattooed on the left side of his head, also joked around with him. These two gossiped about their brothers like they were little high schoolers, "I bet you he'll still be able to find some in the crevices of his helmet to this day!" a small, but cheeky grin grew on your face before you turned to fish out some tweezers.

"How are you holding up there, Jesse?" you questioned. You were the only medical personnel in the room so tending to two people without the assistance of AZI, was quite the challenge.

The trooper groaned a bit as he leaned forward slightly to check up on his ankle, "Eh, I can't feel the pain much anymore but for sure won't be able to walk on it," he chuckled. "Still can't believe y'chose him first." Jesse complained. Fives sent him a mocking face of pride.

"Don't worry, even if I did choose you first, you're still my priority."

Fives hissed through his teeth at the last splinter you plucked out, causing you to look up at him to see if it hurt him as much. But he was tough. It was almost as if it didn't happen since he continued to talk to Jesse, brushing off the pain.

A couple of hours passed and you were still tending to the two clones as they chatted away. You had been silent most of the time, more interested in listening whilst you patched up their injuries. As the two clones continued their chats, the small ding of the medbay door went off which, usually signals somebody who isn't an authorised medic, about to enter.

The door swooshed open, alerting both Jesse and Fives as well as you. Although it didn't stop you from tending to Fives' wound but the sudden arrival still caught your attention.

Your eyes widened, both in fear and worry at the figure.

Echo.

Jesse and Fives had complete opposite reactions to yours which you took advantage of in an attempt to shield yourself from Echo's presence, hoping he came for his brothers and not you.

"Echo, brother!" Fives was first to greet him, after all, he is his domino twin since the beginning. Echo's smile was warm at the sound of his name, going over to give Fives a handshake. You cursed yourself internally when he came over. You wished Fives hadn't spoken first since you were still patching him up because Echo would end up in proximity to you.

It's not you were uncomfortable, you just didn't want to start anything unnecessary like last time. Even if it was a while ago, anything could happen to him. Ultimately, Echo has PTSD that could be easily triggered with anything from your past. Days and days pass with the thought of 'was it a good idea to become a medic personnel for CF99?' or 'was joining the GAR a bad decision?'

You patted Fives arm gently, letting him know you were going to tend to Jesse now. As Fives was still talking to Echo, he gave you an assuring nod with a very sweet smile. You walked over to Jesse who had just rolled his eyes, smiling, "Those two should get a room."

You chuckled, "You'll get your chance, now, I need you to stay still whilst I wrap this. We don't want you getting needle injuries, do we?"

"Of course not, do your thing." Jesse relaxed the muscles on his torso, his abs slightly poking out. As you began to wrap the bacta-infused bandages around him, you heard Fives hiss louder than he did earlier. Sneaking a peak, you saw Fives' bandages come undone. You were shocked since you thought you properly pinned his bandages safely. You looked around the med-bed and luckily enough you found the pin that was supposed to hold the white material together.

You were about to quickly fetch a new needle to hold Fives' bandages once more but remembered that Jesse was still being tended to. The bacta had already made contact with Jesse's wounds so you couldn't leave him in an intolerable position to hold the fabric against himself. Just as you found a way to keep the bacta-bandages in a position so they wouldn't fall, you looked up to find Echo already tying up Fives' wound.

Mentally, your jaw hung low. Echo managed to steal a glance at you when Fives' was in his own world, rambling about something in the Outer Rim. He saw how tense you were, like last time and your facial expressions were more than lifeless. He sighed, thinking he had no luck to even try to apologise to you right now.

Once you finished pinning down Jesse's bandages, you dismissed both Fives and him, but not saying one word to Echo. You walked over to the storage closets as the two clones left to their quarters. You tried to stall, hoping Echo would grow bored and leave.

After what felt like hours of stalling in the closet, he was sat on a stool when you came back out. The both of you made brief eye contact before it sent you in a flustered fit of heat. He stood up, cautiously walking over to you so it didn't seem creepy.

"Look, Y/N, I really am sor—" you held up your palm vertically in a stopping motion, cutting off Echo's apology. He sighed, trying a different approach, "Maybe I can make it up to you?—" you did it again, stopping him before he got another word out.

Your eyebrows drooped, forcing your eyes to close. You could sense how uneasy the atmosphere between the two of you in this room was.

You let out an obvious exhale, avoiding Echo's desperate gaze, "Please don't speak to me unless it's related to me doing my job, thank you Echo, have nice evening." his name on your tongue felt like a medical syringe was stabbed into his heart.

And just like that, you walked over to the doors to leave the medbay. Echo looked around the room, contemplating a way to say 'sorry' without really saying sorry.

He had to try again.

You were lucky today that AZI wasn't occupied on the other side of the medical facility. A few of the 104th battalion and 327th SC's brought in many wounded clones from missions. It felt more relaxing to do your job with some familiar faces. The variety of stories you managed to pick up from clone to clone would most definitely be your highlight. You adored their brotherhood and close friendships they had with one another.

Abruptly, the same ring from the medbay doors went off.

It was Echo.

Again.

You released an audible sigh as you were patching up Comet. Surprisingly, he was more content and observant than his brothers in his unit. Every now and then, he shared a couple laughs and inputs in the conversation but most of the time, it was pretty silent. Due to this, he picked up on your, somewhat, annoyed sigh. He wanted to resist the urge of being nosy but he couldn't help it.

"Hope you don't mind me asking, there somethin' up with y'and Echo?" you sent Comet a embarrassed chuckle. You didn't expect him to be this observant.

You lifted up his arm to loop the bandage under before settling it back down gently, "It's... complicated."

"That's what they all say." you lolled your head to the side as if you were saying 'seriously?' but in the end, you agreed in silence. You still had to respect his boundaries of Echo's past, whether something bad happened back then. Courtesy. You heard footsteps trudge behind you; they weren't very quiet considering Echo's whole bottom half is metal.

AZI dismissed the clones he patched up and from across the room, gave you a heads up at his departure. You handed Comet back his shoulder piece, helping him out of the bed to dismiss him, "Don't use that arm too much and be careful."

"Yes, sir." he waved back with his healthy arm.

You tidied up the area, ruffling then smoothing out the sheets on the bed and reorganising the medical tools on the tray. In hopes it was neat enough for AZI to approve, you went around to begin pushing the tray over to the other setup carts.

Before being able to push the tray, a hand and a scomp stopped you. Without having to look up, you already knew that it was Echo. I mean, who else could pull off a scomp hand on a human?

"Allow me," with sass, you gestured your hands forward, allowing him to push the cart over to... where?

Echo didn't even know where to go, he just wanted to help. You watched him like a hawk as he tried to play off his confusion on where to park the tray. Flustered, Echo looked back at you in a way of assistance.

Your dull expression and a finger pointed to the other trays was enough to send Echo into a blushing fit as he quickly jogged over to the carts. He turned back to you, expecting a congrats but was met with your small smirk and rolled eyes.

He was getting there. Maybe he just had to try a little harder.

Your shift ended 18 minutes ago but you stayed behind a bit to help clean the area so AZI could recharge for tomorrow. It was no surprise that Echo offered his own time to help clean up as well. You didn't ask him anything about how the past few days has been him assisting you in the medical room.

How long has it been? Almost a week now? You couldn't lie to yourself and refuse how the kind gestures managed to get to you. You even caught yourself with weak eyelids fluttering when you watched Echo help pack away trays for you. Luckily, Echo was more than mutual with these feelings. Maybe stronger than yours but they were there.

Echo was in the corner, carefully and generously scrubbing down the medical equipment to place it back on the tray. The space was quiet and the air was filled with a sort of comfort. You continued to stack the last of the medical files into the cabinet, neatly, in alphabetical order. The sound of metal wheels rolling along the floor gave you the impression that Echo was finished and he was hopefully not going to ask for more chores to do.

His chuckle broke you out of your thoughts. Embarrassingly, he caught you staring, "Y'need help with the filing cabinet or can you do it with the eyes on the back of your head?"

You sighed, standing more upright than usual before whipping around to quickly close the drawer, "Uh, no," you said, sternly, but swiftly changing it so you didn't appear rude, "Thank you, Echo, you really didn't have to stay."

"I wanted to," those three words that came out of his mouth shouldn't have made you go speechless but it did. He, a soldier, an ARC trooper, using his time to help in an area he's not familiar with while he could've been training, being with people more familiar, but no.

He wanted to. Because of you.

His scomp went to the back of his neck to scratch nervously. It was now or never to get his apology out to you.

"Look, I wanted to apologise for getting up in your face like that," he began, already finding the lack of strength to get the last bit of his words out.

"It was a triggered reaction, it's fine." you replied, dully. Echo felt even more guilty, knowing you've potentially suppressed your feelings about the incident. He might've overthought your response but it didn't sound fine to him.

"I still feel terrible so I tried hanging around you more," he sighed this time. "But you didn't look like you liked me around you."

28 minutes after shift time. Soon, the room would be filled with different medic personnel's for their night shift and the two of you were still stood inside, trying to make amends.

Echo continued, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay and I didn't hurt you as much as I did." you gave him a lopsided grin. He still cared about you, all this time, even after yelling at you. He even cared enough to apologise when you thought you started the ordeal. You both knew you couldn't forgive him easily but it was better to handle the apology like adults instead of avoiding it.

A breathy chuckle escaped your lips, "Let's get going, people are gonna show up soon." Echo's smile was the brightest you've seen since your last interaction. It was warm, caring, and a little silly.

The words that everyone around him described him as. You were relieved to get that side of Echo back in your life. Admittedly, you hadn't gotten use to talking like this with somebody who was once on the opposing side.

Perhaps it's best if you focused on what's happening now than what happened then.

You never know what's about to happen if you get caught up in the past.

The past behind you.

And the past behind him.

Post-Notes: keeping in mind my requests are still open atm! ;p gimme some time to comme around to it and ill get writing

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lunartearrose · 10 months ago

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Oc kiss 2024 day 3 - Sunrise!

Ocs: (from right to left), Azure, Hayune, and Rust!

World: pokespe

Drabble below! Happy Valentines' Day!

Today, the sun rose on a new day.

In fact, it was the first day of summer - the first summer Hayune experienced in a long time. Of course, Hayune wouldn't dare miss it's rising.

As always, with each passing day, a fear lingered in him - of new problems arising, of having to hit the reset button one more time - and of course, no longer having the ability to do so.

But he promised Celebi - on the summer solstice, he would set them free. This was that time.

So, he pulled the GS ball from his hiding place, and after a deep breath… he hit the release.

Celebi sprung out, stretching arms to the sky, trilling happily with a stretch. It turned around, looking at Hayune with their head tilted.

He dropped the ball on the ground, and after a moment of hesitation, crushed it under his heel. “There. Free forever. I hope you never need me to fix fate. Ever again. But… I'll be happy to have some lunch with you in some years, if you want.” he rambled softly.

The little mythical squealed happily, throwing her arms around Hayune's neck. One last time, the little celebi spoke telepathically to him.

“Thank you! Goodbye!”

Gently, he hugged the little pokemon back. “Goodbye.” He replied.

With that, the little green pokemon flew off. And slowly, as it danced in the sunrise, Celebi's colors gradually changed.

Slowly, the green body faded pink - a symbol that they had finally gotten quite old. Many times before, it was a sign of their wilting. But this time, the change was not brought on by exhaust drying them up. It was brought on naturally.

After all, today was their birthday. This Celebi's, at least.

He watched for a while, and eventually, he heard footsteps.

“There you are.” Rust spoke, “didn't think you'd do it so… quick.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Azure asked.

Hayune shrugged. “I promised them I'd let them go. Better to rip the bandaid off, right? I just… hope we'll see each other again, someday. When we're both all healed up.”

“I'm sure you will!” Azure replied, doing their best to comfort him, “We'll be right by your side as much as you need us.”

“Yep.” Rust agreed, “No gettin’ rid of us.”

Hayune smiled a bit. “Thanks, guys.” He turned away from the bright sun's rays, sighing softly. “I'm happy for them. I just… can't shake the nervousness. You know how it is…”

At that time, Rust and Azure glanced at each other as Hayune moved away slightly. A quiet agreement was met between them, as they had discussed the ways to lift their partner up before meeting here. Rust was very embarrassed about it, but just about as determined as Azure was, reassured by her mischievous smile.

They nod to each other, and then move.

Rust grabbed Hayune, hand landing clumsily on his chest, while Azure tugged at his arm.

“Huh? Guys, whats-” Hayune began, only to be cut off as the two leaned in.

Rust had to lean down, and Azure had to stretch up a bit, but they each planted a kiss on Hayune's cheeks at the same time.

The result? Hayune's brain screeched to a halt, his face flushed red. His worried thoughts drowned in happy static.

After some moments, the two pulled away. Rust was bright red, while Azure was more composed.

“Sorry if you didn't like that.” Rust muttered, flipping his hood up. “It was Azy's idea to surprise attack ya.”

“Says the guy that immediately agreed to it with no hesitation.” Azure smirked. “You're so silly! You have no problem flirting, but you're all hot and bothered over doin’ somethin’ so tame!”

“Well-! I-! It's just-!” Rust stammered, getting redder as his voice cracked, “Different! FUCK-”

At that, Hayune's brain finally rebooted in full. Smiling blissfully, he said, “Can I have another?”

“Oh- sure, sweetheart!”

“I'm gonna croak, but… s-sure, fine.”

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #pokespe fankids #pokespe #hayune (oc)#azure (oc)#rust (oc)#celebi #shiny celebi #pokemon #artists on tumblr

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imslowlydisintegrating · 10 months ago

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MADE OF OUR OWN STORMS

He was alone now, dangling from the side of a building, clinging onto a thin metal wire that was tearing the skin on his hands open. Art swung his leg to the side until he managed to plant his foot on the sill of the window that's glass had long since shattered.

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genre: soft apocalypse (yes ik that's an aesthetic but that's bascially the genre)

pov: 3rd limited; switches between characters

setting: it changes a lot but i think mostly post-apocalyptic north/central america and some post-apocalyptic asia

content warnings: gore, death, violence, self-harm, sui ideation, swearing, depictions of panic attacks, descriptions of dissociation

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blurb, characters + worldbuilding under the cut

BLURB

Some say the virus brought it on. Some say it was global warming. Some say it was a divine intervention. Whatever it was, it tore the world apart. A torrent of natural disasters struck across the globe on December 21, 2023. Billions died, and the few that survived were left to pick up the pieces of a broken world. After 100 years of successful survival in the post-apocalypse, society has been re-built into something manageable.

But it's not perfect. Hardly anything is.

ART O'CAHAN is a boy who was raised on curious looks and unhappy fathers.

ARUN NIDHI is a person who was raised on 'quiet down' and 'stop moving around so much.'

CY SEGAL is someone who was raised to be a happy person and still wasn’t able to be.

DAYA DA SILVA IGLESIAS is a girl who was raised to have a smile on her face despite her sleepless nights.

AZI TYALI is a girl who was raised to understand emotions but never learned how to express them.

These people aren't made for each other. They weren't destined to meet. But they did, and they fell in love with each other.

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CHARACTERS

Art O'Cahan (he/him)

Art was raised in a nomadic group of mainly Irish people like himself and Polish people. The death of his mother in childbirth solidified him as a social outcast from birth. His father never stepped forward to take care of him, too angry and grief-filled, so his aunt Indie stepped forward instead. The rejection from the group as a whole and his father resulted in self-esteem issues that started nearly from birth. As he got older, he became more and more distant from the group until he ran away at six. A traveling Claude and Cy found him half-starved and took him in. Claude was the first person who actually cared about him beyond familial necessity and helped him figure out he had inattentive type ADHD and taught him Muay Thai. Art is semi-neurotic, kind of the "Debbie Downer" of the group (along with Azi), and a terrible insomniac. Although he's the one to snap his siblings back to reality, he's very protective of them, which works since he has a very intimidating appearance at 6'3" with nearly black eyes and taped hands. He's one of the most touchy of his siblings and is INCREDIBLY touch-starved (give this little guy a hug bro). One of his most prevalent symptoms of ADHD is memory loss and often loses gaps in his recent memory, leading to one of his biggest fears of forgetting the people he loves.

Arun Nidhi (they/them)

Arun was born in Chennai, India, one of the few Indian cities left on earth. They met Claude, Cy, and Art when they were seven after leaving Chennai and traveling Southern Asia with a few other nomads. Arun pretty much to one look at Claude, Cy and Art and said 'later' to the other nomads and let themself into their group. Cy liked them immediately and Art was annoyed with them immediately. Arun is a very energetic, self-confident person. They butt heads with Art the most, usually just because they can and Art humors them. They're one of the more eccentric ones of the group, and can be described as an 'acquired taste'. They love to talk shit about anything and anyone, and cannot keep a secret to save their life. With unfamiliar people, they're more sarcastic and rougher overall, but with their siblings, they're generally a proud nuisance. They have a fondness for stick bugs and generally only eat canned food even if better food is available to them. Their energetic and excitable nature is used as a mask to hide their depression.

Cypress "Cy" Segal (she/he/they)

Cy had been with Claude pretty much since birth. She was born and raised in Halifax, Canada until she turned five and then Claude basically hauled ass to explore to world with her. Cy is Art's best friend and very much fills the role of middle child to Art's oldest brother. He's more calm and collected than most of his siblings and he is very grounded and aware of what happens around him. Overall, they're just a very steady person, not really a head-in-the-clouds type. She has memory problems and often collects natural items from specific places she wants to remember. He always has some form of jacket on and is perpetually cold. They're the semi-peacemaker of the group, so when there are fights they put in a half-assed attempt to stop it and somehow it usually works. She's heterochromatic with one green eye and one brown eye and has different levels of vision in different eyes. Due to a fight as a child, his hearing got damaged in his right ear, which led to him and his siblings learning ASL after it eventually got worse and he lost total hearing in his right ear. They also struggle with suicidal thoughts.

Daya da Silva Iglesias (she/her)

Daya was born and raised by a nomadic group of primarly Chilean and Angolan people in Santiago de Chile, Chile. Eventually, they began traveling again when Daya was around six. When Daya was seven she accidentally wandered away from the group in the Guatemala-Belize area. After a few days, she managed to find a Belizean city where Claude, Cy, Art, and Arun found her dehydrated and confused and nursed her back to health. Daya trusts people to a fault and gives them too much grace when they take advantage of her. She's definitely like the youngest child of her siblings and is very much the happy sweetheart of the group despite the trauma she experienced. Daya is on the autism spectrum, and some of her stims include clapping, tapping, humming, cracking bones, snapping, clicking her tongue, etc. Her bones crack a lot, if due to some physical condition, she doesn't know, she never experiences extreme pain from it. She makes bracelets and crochets beanies for all her siblings and carries around a bag that holds the mushrooms, pretty rocks, bird feathers, and butterfly wings that she finds. Daya struggles with chronic nightmares and insomnia as a result. Art started staying up with her to help her fall asleep and eventually, insomnia stuck with him too.

Vuyokazi "Azi" Tyali (she/her)

Azi was born into a nomadic group in South Africa of mainly Xhosa and Zulu people. When she was seven, she snuck away due to treatment from the group and survived in Cape Town for a few months. When she saw Claude, Cy, Art, Arun, and Daya in the port she was interested and followed them through the city. A few days later, Cy found her and offered to let her join them. Azi hesitantly agreed but found herself perfectly at home with them. When she started traveling with them, Claude taught her how to throw knives. She’s a really indecisive person, usually letting Daya decide things for her. Azi is incredibly perceptive of other people's body language and can detect emotions relatively easily. Out of all her siblings, Azi is the coldest and the most intimidating with her hooded eyes and piercing stare. She has a certain fondness for subway trains and graffitied places. Similarly, she likes to paint herself and let it dry to feel the paint crack against her skin. She only ever wears necklaces she can slip over her head and never ones with clasps. Azi has a panic disorder and suffers from panic attacks, leaving her in the state she hates most — vulnerable.

Dominique "Domi" Larieux Morais (he/they)

Domi was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where he was raised with his sister five years his senior. When they were nine, they moved to New Orleans, U.S.A. He left New Orleans to travel as a nomad when he was fifteen. Later, when they were nineteen, Domi met Art while he was separated from his siblings. Domi followed him until Art decided to just ask Domi if he wanted to travel with him. Domi agreed and the two traveled together for about a year and a half until Art found his siblings again. Domi isn’t necessarily social, but they do talk a lot when they’re alone by themself, to the point they’d started talking to themself constantly. When Art started traveling with him, he wouldn’t talk for hours, sometimes days on end. Eventually they loosened up and started talking to Art more. Domi is an artist, usually drawing natural items around him or random people that stick out to him in cities. They like the feeling of weight on their bones, so they wear large, chunky rings and baggy jackets with weights they have sewn into the collars. Domi carries a hollow metal pipe around with him as a form of protection (and almost broke Art’s ribs with it when he first met him). Domi also suffers from intrusive thoughts and occasionally SHs.

Naia Zorita (she/they)

Born and raised in Lima, Peru, Naia was raised by a group of women that owned a fightclub where they taught her Rumi Maki boxing. When she was twelve, she left the city to travel around South America. After traveling for about six years, Naia met Azi in Fortaleza, Brazil. After annoying her for several days, Azi finally relented and let Naia travel with them. She immediately got along with Arun, much to Azi’s displeasure. Despite her short stature, leading some to believe she isn’t a threat, Naia is a competitive, proud fighter with a knack for getting into situations Cy has to drag her out of. She likes to walk through the cities that haven’t been saved, the cities that were left to crumble into the ground, and examine all the old cars that are now ruined. Sometimes she sits in them and imagines what it would be like if she ever learned to drive. She adores old churches with stained glass windows, often breaking the windows with a dented metal baseball bat she carries around with her and stealing glass to keep in her pockets. Naia suffers from dissociation and struggles with depression.

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Worldbuilding

Cities

Cities only have one ruler, and positions of power are passed onto people through a series of games (with no official name, but most people call them the Election, even though no voting is taking place). that singler ruler works under the name King (regardless of gender) [insert first name] (ex. the ruler of Chennai would be King Tharahi/this isn’t true, it’s just an example). Of course, it varies by region, but rulers are often on the same economic level as civilians (as a way to deter people who would just participate to become richer) and are people that you have a chance of seeing in day-to-day life. Each ruler’s personality varies but they are always very involved in the happenings of their city.

Nomads

Large nomad groups (30-70 people) usually have a group of 2-4 people leading, with one main leader of that group. for ex. Art’s nomad group is led by Maja (she/they), Bazyli (he/him), and Ayda (they/them). Extra fact: in nomad groups, (adult) people w/ uteruses are highly respected as they are the only people who can reproduce and keep the group alive (including trans men/intersex/afab nonbinary people), which is why Art is an outcast, since his mother died in childbirth. Obviously no one is held to a higher status than others but the respect is still there. Extra extra fact: people are considered mature at 14, but only considered adults at 20.

Smaller nomad groups (5-20 people) don’t usually have set leaders, instead making decisions as a group. Extra fact: if only one family is traveling, no matter how big, they are not legally or culturally recognized as a nomad group, instead as just a traveling family.

Customs

While many nomadic groups have different customs, there are some customs used globally by nomads and city-folk alike. Following the apocalypse, many people started collecting shiny things as a beacon of hope for a brighter future. The tradition stuck, and collecting pretty items became a custom even long after major reconstruction. Nomads also started wearing more natural tones to blend in with the world around them. Traditional currency never resurfaced, leaving barter and trade the main form of buy-and-pay. Most forms of working appear as volunteering. Plants became one of the main destructors of cities not rebuilt, so, when religion resurfaced, lots of the deities were plant-oriented. Weather also became a prominent motif in religion post-2023. Dates were tracked in a new way, with a refresh on the years, making what was supposed to be 2024 now zero — (day, month), year (year number).

#wip intro #mooos #art o'cahan #arun nidhi #cy segal #daya da silva iglesias #azi tyali #domi larieux morais #naia zorita #writerblr #teo is typing

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i-write-and-therefore-i-am · 1 year ago

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One Monstrous Miracle (Part Seven)

Hi. I know it's been quite a long time since I last updated this story, I'm sorry guys! If there's anyone still interested, here's a new chapter, just for you! This is partially motivated by Season 2 dropping, and partially by intense nostalgia from rereading what I had already written. I have an outline for the last chapters, but I'm still trying to decide how to split them up. I can't promise how soon I'll be posting more after this, but I can guarantee it will be sooner than last time! Thank you all for your continued support, and I hope you love this chapter as much as I do <3 (Pst! Here’s the AO3 version!)

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Pairing: Aziraphale/Human!Reader

Summary: A group of kids stop Armageddon (offscreen). A deadbeat dad shows his face. Aziraphale almost has a panic attack.

Warnings: Unsure, please let me know if any pop out at you! I wrote the first part of this chapter 3 years ago, and finished it tonight, so please forgive me if you spot any yucky parts.

Word Count: 4,714

Tadfield Airbase, some weeks later…

Crowley was well aware that things were far from being over. He knew exactly how much Hell had been itching for a do-over, that they were still licking their wounds from the Great War. Adam and his friends had stopped Armageddon, something that would not go unpunished by both sides. If Heaven and Hell wanted a war, they would get one. It was only a matter of time.

They were all standing around in the lull between banishing the Four Horsemen and the next Big Thing, doing the dreaded, but inevitable small talk thing with each other. Crowley ignored most of it, staying on high alert. He was soon rewarded for his diligence in the form of an enormous bolt of purple lightning striking the ground not ten feet away from where the group was standing. Simultaneously, the ground began to break apart and crumble in a small patch beside the spot where the lightning had touched down, seemingly being forced up by something moving from below the pavement. They all gasped, stepping away from the new developments. Everyone except for Adam and Anathema. Newt was trying to pull his new girlfriend back, but she stayed, feet planted firmly where they were. Adam just looked.

Adam watched as a tall, dark shape began to form in the lightning, and something broke through the ground next to it and continued to rise. The rising form turned out to be Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies. Adam did not know how he knew this, but he did. The other form was not just one person, but two. An Angel, Gabriel, Adam thought, and a woman. Adam frowned. Gabriel seemed to be holding the woman up by her hair! That didn’t look very nice. The Demon and the Angel glared at each other before marching forwards, Gabriel dragging the groaning woman behind him.

Aziraphale couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him when he saw the state you were in. Once Gabriel had gotten close enough, he threw your limp body to the ground, shaking out his hands as though he had been touching something quite foul. Aziraphale was already halfway to you, shrugging off his coat to cover your ripped and dirty clothes. He gathered you into his arms, mindlessly healing all your scrapes and cuts, taking your bloody wrists in his to press cooling miracles into the wounds there. The look he gave Gabriel could have sent him straight to Damnation, if Aziraphale had been concerned with anything other than your wellbeing. You whimpered and fell fully into Aziraphale’s embrace.

“What did you do to her?” Aziraphale demanded of the Archangel, feeling his blood boil in rage. “Her clothes are soaking wet!”

Gabriel grinned shrugging as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Aziraphale narrowed his eyes, and he could feel Crowley bristling at his side.

“Oh, I haven’t done anything to your precious little pet. You know me, Azi, I don’t like getting my hands bloody. You know, unless there’s a war on. A divine, righteous war that you…people had no right getting in the way of!”

If Aziraphale hadn’t been holding you, he would’ve lunged at him. As it was, he could feel your shivering getting worse, so he wrapped his coat tighter around you and brought you closer to his chest, burying his face into your messy hair. He was thankful you were alive, anyway. Seeing how the angels had treated you doubled the guilt he felt for not dropping everything to scour creation looking for you. Although he knew it was the right choice, later, he would look at every single cut, scrape, and abrasion on your body, thinking that if he had gotten to you, if he hadn’t gone to Tadfield instead, that you would be whole. You would be healthy and happy, far away from all of this mess. As it was, you were right smack in the middle of Armageddon, completely and utterly clueless about what was happening.

Meanwhile, you had gradually been coming back to consciousness, the jolt from being thrown onto the concrete doing most of the heavy work for you. The first thing you noticed was the smell—like wool and tea and old books. A familiar smell that you couldn’t quite place, so you opened your eyes to find your vision blocked by a wall of light tan. Your pain-addled brain was slow to recognize what had happened, but once it did, you couldn’t help yourself from bursting into tears.

“Aziraphale! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…they just took me! I sw-swear I didn’t tell them anything, honest—”

“Hush, now! Don’t be silly!” Aziraphale was aghast. Here you were, after Heaven only knows what you had gone through, and you were apologizing! To him! He began rubbing soothing circles onto your back, cooing softly, and quieting your crying. As if he needed more proof that he did not deserve someone like you.

“Oi! Do you think you could get her to stop bawling?” Aziraphale lifted his head to see Lord Beelzebub snarling at the pair of you. Aziraphale couldn’t stop himself from staring as a fly landed right on her eyeball and crawled back into the socket. Shuddering, Aziraphale forced his gaze away from the disgusting sight.

“Surely you can understand, Your Highness, with her having just been tortured and all.” Crowley answered, speaking over whatever was about to come out of Aziraphale’s mouth. He knew his friend, and he recognized the same ancient anger that he had felt from Aziraphale the night they had gone to your empty flat. If Aziraphale had had the wherewithal to keep him from burning half of Heaven to find their girl, then Crowley could, at least try and do the same. For now. Beelzebub sneered at him but turned back to the conversation.

“Now. Adam. Listen to me.” The Prince of Hell was bending over in front of the Son of Satan, looking him straight in his eyes. Adam had to stop himself from scrunching his nose at the rank smell that was rolling off her in waves. He stared at her, waiting for her to speak. “When this is over, you’re going to get to rule the world! Don’t you want to rule the world, boy?”

This was a question that every child has thought of at least once. The ultimate, most interesting question one could ask themselves. Adam, being who he was, hadn’t thought about it at all until the past few months, as things in the world had gotten stranger and stranger. After reading the Antiquarian magazines, after finally learning about all the stuff that was really happening, everything that was wrong with the world, Adam knew that he wanted to fix it. Get rid of the nuclear plants! Welcome the aliens to Earth! Adam would fix everything. Hearing Lord Beelzebub say that he really could rule the world and all he would have to do would be to listen to the voices in his mind that he had been resisting all this time was tempting, to say the absolute least.

But then Adam looked around him at the strange group of people that had gathered together to stop that very thing from happening. The two Angels and the two Demons, the witch and the witchfinders, the fortune teller…and his friends. He knew for a fact that he had scared them witless with how he had behaved towards them. Despite how horribly he had treated them, they were here with him—they had his back. He grinned at them, and they grinned back. He turned to the Prince.

“It’s hard enough to have to think of things for Pepper and Wensley and Brian to do all the time so we don’t get bored. I’ve got all the world I want, right here.” His friends cheered, while Gabriel and Beelzebub looked positively murderous. Gabriel huffed and waving his hands around angrily.

“Well, you can’t just refuse to be who you are,” he informed Adam. “Your birth, your destiny, they’re part of the Great Plan—”

Aziraphale stopped fretting over you when he heard those damnable words. The Great Plan. Poppycock. How many times has that phrase been used over the millennia to excuse all sorts of shit? As he listened to Gabriel and Beelzebub squabbling over not getting their war, he was hit with a sudden realization. It was something that had crossed his mind from time to time, but he had always dismissed it outright because…because of what, exactly? Righteousness? Fear? Was he afraid to acknowledge something so huge that it would shake the very foundations of his faith? He turned and gestured to Madame Tracy, who had been watching the proceedings with varying degrees of horror and fascination. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she hurried over, and it occurred to Aziraphale that he had inhabited that body not one hour ago. What a strange thought.

“What is it, my dear?” Tracy asked kindly. Aziraphale waved her closer to where he was sitting with you half across his lap.

“Tracy, would you mind terribly if I asked you to watch Y/N for a moment?” Tracy immediately got down on the ground beside him, reaching for your still weak body and pulling you gently towards her. She could see Mr. Shadwell inching closer out of the corner of her eye, but she focused on you.

“Oooh, you poor dear. We’ll have you right as rain as soon as all of this nonsense is over with!” She assured you, squeezing your hand. You sneezed and groaned.

Aziraphale rose to his feet, brushing the dirt and grit off of his trousers, and strode over to the rest of the group. He cleared his throat to get their attention.

“Ahem. Um, excuse me, you…keep talking about the Great Plan,” he began. Gabriel did not look at him when he replied,

“Aziraphale, maybe you should just keep your mouth shut.” Aziraphale had no intention of doing anything of the sort.

“One thing I’m not sure I’m clear on just yet. Is that the Ineffable Plan?” Gabriel and Beelzebub shared a confused and irritated look with each other.

“The Great Plan!” Beelzebub insisted, her voice going sort of staticky in her frustration. “It is written! There shall be a world, and it shall last for 6,000 yearzzz and end in fire and flame!”

“Yes, yes that sounds like the Great Plan.” He paused, smiling warmly at the two entities. “Just wondering, is that the Ineffable Plan as well?”

There was a short silence.

“Well, they’re the same thing!” Gabriel sounded a lot less confident than he had before. Crowley couldn’t believe it. All of this fighting. All of this uncertainty, and running around England searching for the bleeding Antichrist, trying to stop the unstoppable war and the two people in charge of the whole affair didn’t even know if God wanted it in the first place. You couldn’t make this drivel up, you really couldn’t.

“You don’t know,” Crowley was incredulous. He looked at Aziraphale and he knew that they were on the exact same page. He smirked. “Uh, well, it’d be a real pity if you’d thought you were doing what you thought the Great Plan said, but you were actually going against God’s Ineffable Plan. I mean, everyone knows the Great Plan, yeah? But the Ineffable Plan…” He licked his lips with his forked tongue. “Well, it’s ineffable, isn’t it? By definition we can’t know it.” Gabriel and Beelzebub looked stricken.

“But…it izzz written?” Beelzebub buzzed, disheartened. Crowley nearly felt sorry for the poor things, all the work they had put in, all for naught. Then he thought about all the work he had put in and found he didn’t care about their feelings anymore.

“God does not play games with the Universe.” Gabriel tried in a tone that sounded resolutely final, but with an expression that looked like someone had just broken his favorite toy. Crowley couldn’t help himself from laughing out loud at that one.

“Where have you been?” he asked in between chortles. The two of them stepped away from the group to have their own little conversation. Crowley watched as Aziraphale returned to his post at your side, nodding his thanks to the strange red-headed woman he had been when Crowley had first reunited with him. Gabriel and Beelzebub couldn’t resist one last threat directed towards Adam before they both blinked out of the world. That was that over, then, onto the next one.

You had been watching all this taking place from your spot on the cold, wet ground. Aziraphale’s coat and arms had been warm enough, but you couldn’t even focus on your own body with everything that was going on. You had never felt more confused in your life, surrounded by complete strangers, except for Aziraphale and Crowley. Aziraphale. The people who had taken you, they’d called themselves Angels, had known who he was, and had known about Crowley too. They had called Aziraphale an Angel, too, and Crowley a demon. They had demanded any and all information that you had concerning either one of them, but you had no idea what they were talking about. At first, you assumed that Aziraphale was secretly in some deep trouble with some strange crime syndicate, like a Godfather sort of thing. But the longer you stayed on that chair, the more you had begun to realize that these angels were…well, they were Angels. And that meant that Aziraphale was an Angel too.

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Of all the things you’d expected to happen to you, meeting actual Satan was not high on that list. After the shock of Aziraphale, Crowley, and …Adam(?) blinking in and out of existence, you were greeted by the deep rumbles and sharp smell of burnt earth announcing the arrival of the Great Adversary. Here. In the flesh. About a million feet taller than you, with only his top half poking out of the actual ground, Satan cast an extremely intimidating figure. Your heart stopped when Adam, a boy that couldn’t even be in his teens yet, stepped up to the Ruler of Hell and gave him a piece of his mind. Apparently, Adam was Satan’s son, and had never even seen his own father for the entirety of his life. Typical. Adam sent his father straight back to where he had come from. Once the pavement had patched itself up, a small, red car came tearing through the lingering smoke. The door opened, and out stepped a very cross, middle-aged man.

“Can anyone tell me, what exactly is going on?” He demanded. It turned out that this man was also Adam’s father, which was very confusing. The children all migrated over to him, and the rest of them stayed back, assessing the damage, and waiting to see if it all really was over. You watched as the young couple embraced almost forcefully; the man’s glasses being pushed askew with how…passionate his partner was being with her kisses. The red head and the old man with the Dr. Seuss-ian gun-thing were standing awkwardly next to each other, but you could see their hands brushing each other ever so slightly. Your boys had examined each other, and were now making their way over to you, Aziraphale not even bothering to hide his worry while Crowley sauntered along behind him.

“You alright, Y/N?” Crowley nearly could’ve convinced you that he wasn’t concerned about you, if it wasn’t for the serious expression on his face that completely belied the casual way he had spoken. Aziraphale stayed quiet, seemingly unable to meet your gaze. You looked back at Crowley.

“I’ve been better.” You paused. Aziraphale and Crowley had hidden this part of themselves from you, their true selves, one could say. Now that Crowley wasn’t wearing his glasses, you could see that he had sickly yellow eyes with slits for pupils. Aziraphale didn’t seem any different, but after what the Angels had told you, and what you had seen in the nightmares they had given you, he was hiding some very impressive wings under that trench coat. What were you supposed to do with this information now? The two people you had grown to love more than anyone else weren’t even human, apparently, and they had kept that from you the whole time you had known them. What else could they be lying about?

Immediately, you felt awful for even entertaining such a terrible thought. You knew it wasn’t like that. You could tell just by the look of pure remorse on Aziraphale’s face. Crowley was too much of a sweetheart at his core to hurt you needlessly. You wouldn’t treat them any different at all. You would accept them for who they were, just as they had accepted you with all your faults. You lifted a shaky arm towards the pair, pulling yourself back into the moment.

“Help me up?” They didn’t hesitate to come forwards, Crowley going to one side and Aziraphale going to the other to lift you as gently as they could off the ground. You groaned quietly as your aching body was made to move, but your boys held onto you, letting you lean on them for support. The moment he was sure that you wouldn’t collapse on them, Crowley dropped his hands and stepped back to where he had been before. Aziraphale did not. His fingers dug into the fabric around your waist almost as if he were afraid to let you go. You remembered the last time you had seen him, when he told you that he loved you and how reluctant he had been to let you leave even then. You turned around so that he was now holding you properly in his arms and placed your hands on his chest.

“Are you alright?” Aziraphale startled and looked straight at you for the first time, completely bewildered. His grip on you lessened quite a bit, but he still did not let go.

“Y-you’re asking me if I’m alright? Have you seen yourself?”

“No, actually, but I’d imagine I’m not looking too hot at the moment.” Aziraphale appeared to have lost the power of speech. He sputtered, opening and closing his mouth like a fish while trying to find the words, any words, to say.

“Not too hot?! I can’t believe you, I really can’t. After everything—”

“You know, I’d really prefer it if you didn’t mention it, if you don’t mind.” You interrupted. “I promise I will let you therapize and rehabilitate me to your heart’s content later, but right now, I just want to make sure that you’re alright.”

The process of Aziraphale understanding what you had said was clear in the expressions on his face. At first, he was still baffled at your seemingly blasé attitude towards your kidnapping and torture. Then, you could see the change in him as he slowly realized what you had said. You knew it had clicked when Aziraphale’s mouth dropped open, and you had to hide your amusement when his eyes widened in genuine surprise. You evidently hadn’t been fast enough because Aziraphale quickly attempted to reel himself in, blinking and clearing his throat. He swallowed audibly.

“So…you…what I mean to say is—” He cut himself off. He bit the inside of his cheek, but you could tell that he was trying to hide the way his lips had begun to tremble ever so slightly. “After everything, you aren’t…you…you want to see me again?” Your heart broke at how shyly hopeful he sounded. You grinned, lifting your hands to frame his beautiful face. One of his hands flew to cover yours, his thumb stroking your knuckles absentmindedly.

“Of course, you silly man. Though I suppose I should call you Angel, now, huh?”

“I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am about that, Y/N. I wanted to tell you, truly I did. I even planned to more than once, but I could never summon the courage. I will never forgive myself for what they did to you, those horrible, vile—” He broke off when you lifted onto your tip toes to press your lips to his cheek. He stared down at you in shock.

“We don’t have to talk about any of that right now, Azi. Really, we don’t have to talk about it at all, although I know you’ll need to get it off your chest eventually. I’m just glad that I have my boys back. All the rest, we can deal with later.”

Aziraphale couldn’t stop himself. He had waited all these months pinning for you, never once thinking that you could possibly feel the same. And then, on the night he had tried to force you to leave him by saying all those wicked things, you’d told him that you loved him too. After weeks of not knowing where you were, but not being able to look for you, after seeing what the angels had done to you, after feeling you here, alive and in his arms and looking at him like that, he couldn’t stop himself from tilting his head and leaning down to (finally) plant a kiss on your lips.

Your reaction was instant. Your hands dropped from his face to go around his neck, pulling him farther down so that you could feel his lips more fully against your own. He pulled you in closer, feeling the desperate urge to never let you out of his sight again. You sighed into the kiss, prompting Aziraphale to put a slow and reluctant end to it. You were still in public, after all, with an audience. The both of you pulled apart, unwilling to end the moment.

Aziraphale opened his eyes before you did and took great joy in being able to watch your serene face for the few moments your eyes stayed shut. He felt a sharp pang in his heart as your eyelids fluttered open, almost as though you had just awoken from a very pleasant dream. Your smile could have lit up a room, and it was all for him. He almost couldn’t take it. He could feel Crowley’s excitement radiating off of him, but he ignored his friend. You were the only thing that mattered. He raised a hand to tuck a bit of your hair behind your ear, smiling serenely down at you.

“So…what does this mean, then?” You asked, hating that you had to interrupt the moment that you were having, but needing to know the answer. After everything, you needed Aziraphale in your life more than ever, and if he didn’t feel the same, now was the time to break it off. You couldn’t wait around for him to stop being afraid to love you, you needed it to happen now.

Aziraphale wanted to say many things, but something was holding him back. He frowned inwardly, confused. What was making him hesitate? Every inch of his body wanted to fly to you, to stay wrapped protectively around you until the Universe finally burned into nothing. But there was some small, wriggling thing trying to grasp his attention, fluttering around on the wind—

That damned prophecy! “When alle is fayed and all is done, ye must choose your faces wisely, for soon enouff ye will be playing with fyre”. Fire…Aziraphale had to talk to Crowley about it. He couldn’t quite parse it on his own, although the “faces” part was fairly straightforward. He refocused his attention on you, and felt his heart twinge at the mix of emotions on your face.

“My deepest apologies, dearest, I was lost in thought. What this means—” he took your face in both of his hands, holding you as the precious gift you were, “Is that Crowley and I unfortunately have one very small thing that we must take care of to ensure that any loose ends get tied up. After we have finished with that…”

Aziraphale trailed off. All of his insecurities, all of his doubts that he wasn’t good enough for you, that you would turn him away, especially after what his kind had done to you, raced to the forefront of his mind and stopped his mouth. You frowned a little, but slowly, realization dawned on you and your expression turned sad. You lifted your hands to cover his.

“Aziraphale, listen to me. I love you. I will continue to love you for the foreseeable future. I want to be with you. I just…I need to know if that’s what you want, too. If it’s not, I will understand, but I can’t keep waiting, Azi. I need you to tell me what—”

You were interrupted by Aziraphale’s lips crashing into yours once again, this time with much more urgency, like he was trying to answer you with the kiss. Before you could sink into the kiss, he pulled away, his eyes wide.

“Of course that’s what I want, my darling. I will stay by your side for as long as you will have me. I love you too, and I am so very sorry for everything—” You stopped him with a finger to his lips.

“Shh. I said I don’t want to talk about that right now.” You dropped your hands and grinned. “Well, I suppose you’ll be stuck with me forever then.”

The smile that Aziraphale gave you was so utterly pure that it almost broke your heat.

“Then I suppose I am fortunate that there’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with, aren’t I?”

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The swap had gone perfectly. Each side was completely bamboozled by their trick, and equally terrified of the possibilities it implied. Crowley had been absolutely chuffed at how well his plan had gone off. Aziraphale was equally pleased to be done with the whole situation—that is, at least until the next Big Thing showed itself. But for now, everything was put to rights.

Nearly everything, that is.

Crowley hadn’t even needed to ask before dropping Aziraphale off at your apartment, where they had left you. Even after your conversation on the airfield, Aziraphale could feel his nerves skyrocket as Crowley pulled into park in front of the building. He tried to even his breathing, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“Angel, you’re going to hyperventilate�� said Crowley, unhelpfully. Aziraphale rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I know that, thank you.” Aziraphale loved Crowley, he really did, but sometimes the Demon’s lack of a bedside manner really irritated—oh. Aziraphale looked down to wear Crowley had put his hand on top of Aziraphale’s trembling one. He looked over at his friend, whose head was turned away from Aziraphale, towards the driver side window.

“Listen, Angel. You’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’m frankly surprised that she still wants you after everything—” Aziraphale yanked his hand out from under his friend’s and moved to get out of the car.

“Really, Crowley, you’re not helping.”

“No, Aziraphale, listen to me.” Crowley sounded annoyed now, and when Aziraphale looked back at him, the Demon was staring back at him.

“She loves you. Despite everything that has happened, she wants to stay with you. That means a lot, Angel. You’ve got something real special with her, you know. Almost as special as us. I know you’ll want to have a therapy sesh with her, but promise me you’ll hold off on that until you’ve had a proper reunion alright? She just needs you to be with her right now. She doesn’t need Aziraphale the Angel, she needs her Azi. Make sense?”

Aziraphale didn’t notice until Crowley stopped talking, but he had apparently started crying during Crowley’s speech, and now he reached up to wipe his tears away. On pure impulse, he reached out to pull his oldest friend into a tight hug, putting all of his love and gratitude into the embrace. After a few moments, he felt Crowley awkwardly tap his shoulder and Aziraphale pulled back, knowing how important personal space was to the other being.

“Thank you, dear boy.” With that, he got out of the car and headed to the apartment, pausing to wave goodbye to Crowley. Aziraphale took a deep breath and rung the bell to your flat.

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World Building Wednesday!~ Etherium

🌼 I decided to share one of my AU worlds that is not Fell based. Yes... I know... what is the world coming to? Etherium in essence is my stab at an Outertale based universe though the story and the designs are very different. I really enjoy this one though I don’t talk about it too much. Let’s get started!

Etherium AU

Classification: Outertale Alternate “Nicknames” Info:

Sans: Nova- Nova is the trickster though he is mostly associated with that of Loki. Loki is described specifically as “Playful, malicious ( ok maybe not that one), helpful, and nihilistic.” He helps others in a kind of goofy over the top way. He just doesn’t take much seriously. Nova is one of the youngest. He acts very childish at times coming to question how long he has been among the pantheon. Some argue his many centuries gave him a nihilistic outlook on life or that he is too young to understand the true ways of the world.

Not to say that Nova can’t be serious but he is pretty laid back. It’s one of the reasons unlike the others he doesn’t really keep his cultural ties in his design. He should have more Norse in it but nah… varsity jackets are cozy right? I mean he is wearing star shorts for stars sake. When asked about his job he mentions, “Hey, there kiddo. Nice of ya to drop by. Been up to? Heh well got a “new” job which is pretty cool. Not as cool as Pollux but I help arrange stars. Ya know, like the ones you see in the sky you can make pictures out of? I think you humans call em… constellations. One time I made this giant whoopee cushion one. “Then I lost ma job. Got a second chance though. Andromeda's constantly watchin me. hehe no harm done though.” Both Pollux and Nova refer to each other as brothers but it is unclear if they are biologically related. Their abilities and strengths are nearly opposite and their mythos even more so.

Papyrus: Pollux- The presumed older brother of Nova. Pollux is associated with Egyptology specifically wisdom. Pollux tends to be the opposite of Nova in that he takes his job very seriously. Once on earth he was known as Thoth gracing humanity with a mechanical and architectural knowledge that astounded the world. His mind and intellect put him at the forefront of innovation making him one of Capricorn's best and most trusted advisors.

He enjoys testing the mental prowess of others using puzzles and riddles of his own design. Unlike canon Pap Pollux cares more about balance in life. Something his younger brother seems to lack. Not all work and not all play. He is kind, helpful, and willing to give advice to anyone that is looking for it. To the little human Frisk he is a good mentor and teacher. (Pollux has made it his pastime to create a series of challenges to prove a humans worth. If they pass then they are able to speak/ see them. No one has managed to prove themselves.)

(more characters and info below the cut)

Undyne: Andromeda- Andromeda is not different from canon Undyne as she embodies the Mayan mythology. She is mostly closely associated with the feathered serpent Quetzalcóatl. A deity of wind and rain. Also known as the life giver. Though Andromeda tends to harken back to her more aggressive roots she has a deep respect for the King and acts as his guard. Just like Pollux she too acts as an advisor, though more on matters of security than strategy or mechanics. Such a position is where she first met Elara and to this day the two are inseparable sharing their very different cultures. Her favorite kind of anime to watch are mech based.

Alphys: Elara- Very similar to canon Alphys just as this version of Undyne is. Alphys is based off of Sukuna-Biko-Na (少名毘古那) or the shinto god of medicine and rain. Elara is still very much a scientist and one that has a unique fascination with living things. Everything from the planets, to humans, animals, and plant life. She particularly enjoys spending time in her private greenhouse creating and taking care of all of the plant life. Before the monsters were forced to leave their place among the humans she was able to collect all the DNA of the plants and animals on the planet.

They are stored in a kind of ark in which to preserve them if anything threatens their existence. Elara is very traditional in her work as her medicines are derived from her magic as well as herbal substances. She is very curious however as she is not allowed to interact with the progress of humanity but rather watches from afar. This is where her love of anime takes hold. Her favorites are ones like Sailor Moon or any type of magical girl anime. She will sit with Andromeda and watch them for hours. Her demeanor is very shy at first but once she opens up she will be a friend for life.

Asgore: Capricorn- The head of the cosmic pantheon he is the King as he is in the original. He is associated with Celtic mythos though he has taken on many pantheon roles in his lifetime. Ambisagrus, a god of thunder and lightning, Ancestor God, Sky God, God of Wind, Rain & Hail is what he is based off of. One such role is that of Zeus who’s main symbol is that of lightning and thunder. Just like the Zeus of mythology Capricorn is constantly debating his involvement with humanity.

Whether that be to stop their technological advances or aiding in their lives. A large portion of his time was spent with his subjects not so much his wife Aurora who is the jealous type. Capricorn is not a ruthless leader but he does know that sometimes hard decisions must be made. Just like UT Asgore he is kind and benevolent, however, he has a temper if you make him angry enough. His magical abilities lean more toward lighting then fire but he has that ability as well. He tasked Elara to watch over human development should a problem arise.

Toriel: Aurora- The Queen to Capricorn she is known to be easily jealous. It would explain why Zeus wife Hera also shares these traits. Her Gaelic deity tie is that of Arianrhod a goddess of the moon and stars. She creates life from the stars she creates sometimes causing them to take a form of their own. They are almost like living constellations. Some say that the Queen made such life to combat her own loneliness which her Son and Husband spent time away. In addition to the stars she is also known for being a loving mother and caregiver. In her time on earth she used to watch over and protect children and their families. Aurora though previously jealous of her simple in the universe has come to accept and embrace it. She is kind but rather over protective. Anyone that forsakes life will feel her wrath.

Muffet: Umbra- Umbra is associated with Hindu mythology as a goddess of wealth and prosperity. Though earthly riches do not concern Umbra she still has a taste for the fine silks and gold that she once had on earth. A little about the goddess that she represents: Lakshmi's name comes from the Sanskrit word laksya, meaning an aim or goal. She is the goddess of wealth and prosperity, both material and spiritual. Unlike UT Muffet, Umbra also focuses on a spiritual wealth. A peace of mind.

She is ever the optimist even when things do not turn out to go her way. In times of need she is called those in the struggles of self worth trying to bring them into a different understanding. There have been many a time when Umbra calms Capricorns quick and rash judgements, much to Auroras displeasure. Just as with the rest of the pantheon she is kind and helpful even with her yearning to return to the people she so loved before they were forced to the outskirts of the galaxy.

Grillby: Helio- Helio derived from sun is my OT Grillby. He out of all the characters could care less about either being a deity or an observer. He is known to be at a middle ground. He would rather live his days running a social establishment but during his time on earth he was known for his magic. Originally he was the right hand of Capricorn being depicted as a war deity for his fiery nature. He was the general of grand armies. His armor is something he hung up long ago but if called into court he will wear it once again. It’s design is very reminiscent of Roman centurions.

Though depictions of him are curious since his name back then was referred to as Merlin. He was best known for him magic and alchemy and the concoctions he made during a period of time far lacking in imagination. Just like Nova, Helio, tended to interfere far too often in the affairs of man though noble in purpose. He tends to be outcast among the pantheon for his past conduct but he is content in his lab mixing crazy concoctions. Everything from love potions to disguises. His forte is all about alchemy and magic.

Asriel: Azicree (Azi)- Azicree or Azi for short is the Crown Prince. By monster standards Azi is still very young, however, he has lived for far longer than any human can fathom. His mother used to shelter him until he begged for his father to let him prove himself. He still acts like a child always curious and desiring some form of exploration. Much to Capricorns dismay Azi enjoys spending time with Nova and the two become pranksters in general. He tends to not do as he is told, which is why they are in this mess in the first place. His reckless behavior had him appearing to a human that begged for his salvation.

The matters of life and death are ones that are not to be messed with. Those that do find their souls being tainted for all eternity turning them into something other than just a monster. 9X is an example of such tampering. Azi does learn his lesson and begins to try and shape up to be a worthy successor to his father if such a thing ever did come to pass. He studies off of all those he knows especially Pollux who is more than happy to share such knowledge. His associations are non existent since he was born after the times of gods. His abilities seem to be mimic based.

He is able to learn about abilities and use them at will. It is rare that monsters have children and as such Azi is the little prodigy child even though there are many times he just wants to be a kid. He makes friends with Frisk very quickly and learn a lot from the human visitor.

Gaster: Nero is the Gaster of this universe. He is Capricorns pantheon counterpart. In essence the Hades to his Zeus. He is the monster that everyone thinks about when darkness takes hold. He is the one that associates with apocalyptic events such as ragnarok. He is however not evil by any stretch of the imagination. He would be better suited to be called a god of chaos. He tends to reject the laws placed upon the rest of the pantheon regardless of repercussions.

It’s speculated that both Pollux and Nova were a part of him and crafted into the monsters that are known today. Nova being his more devious side which Pollux is more his intellect and drive. He has been locked away for a very long time in a prison aptly named Tarturus. His abilities are space and time oriented very similar to Nova which makes him difficult to imprison. He of course has been in his cell for quite some time and it is unclear if he actually has had a change of heart or using it as a manipulation tactic.

The only one he speaks with on occasion is Azi wanting to learn more about this planet they all used to call home. It is information that the others tend to not speak of. His father more so as he is afraid it will instill a yearning in his son. Nero’s genius is on par with his godly abilities such as creating artificial intelligence. Something that is not considered life. He uses Azi as a template for this new program...

FLOWEY:

F- Friendly

L- Life-like

O- Operating system

W- With

E- Earthbound

Y- Yearning

F.L.O.W.E.Y was created by 9x and Nova with Azi as a template. He is a charismatic AI who was originally created as a helper as well as to teach the Prince about their planet of origin. Unfortunately Flowey does not have the same reservations about disobeying his father as Azi does. Even going so far as to integrate with key and vital systems in The Capital. He even manages to intercept a human vessel that he finds exploring. Flowey is not evil he just is driven to be the best help he can without regards to any type of consequences. He helps Frisk meet and learn more about their existence. He acts as a companion.

However when Frisk becomes friends with Azi Flowey's AI goes haywire. He begins to feel emotions he is not technically allowed to such as jealousy. This causes him to try and eliminate those threatening him which in this case would be all the monsters. Eventually Azi attempts to program himself into the interface changing it’s initial programming.

Blookie: Nebula

Riverperson: Omni

Gerson: Quasar

The Ursas: Ursa Major/Minor

Greater Dog/ Lesser Dog: Canis Major/Minor

MTT: Gigabit

Character Origin/Mythos:

Sans- Norse (Trickster) Papyrus- Egyptian Undyne- Mayan Alphys- Japanese (shinto) Asgore- Celtic Toriel- Celtic Muffet- Hindu Grillby- Medieval (Merlin) Asriel- Celtic through lineage Gaster- Greek/Roman Blookie- Western Guard dogs- Constellations (Native American) Riverperson- Greek (Charon) Gerson- Chinese (Divination/ wisdom)

Background and Context:

A long time ago there lived beings of great power. They could bend space and time with a simple thought and bring life to their creations. These were the gods. Ones of great benevolence but also great and terrifying power. Humanity, a primitive race just starting to understand life itself, became their focus. At first their interaction was very rare only occasionally appearing to help but as time went on those interactions became more drastic. Their assistance and knowledge was seen as godlike to this humans.

They would bring gifts and offerings to their new deities in hopes that they would look favorably upon them. That they would impart their wisdom and magic if they were pleased. In time this became more and more tradition. A religion built upon pleasing these deities so that their lives would be far improved but this became a conundrum for the beings. Some remained benevolent and helpful while others becomes greedy and wrathful. The power began to go to their minds corrupting their souls. These instances were written down in variation by the humans making up grandiose stories of fiery chariots and jealous gods. Thus mythology came into being for humanity. A way to explain the things in which they did not understand.

As with each religion and deity the monsters each became associated with a specific culture or mythos. Some being pinnacles of their pantheon and others being lesser deities molded to suit a specific task. These monsters rarely interacted with ones of their own kind but as power shifted some of them took on roles of others. One monster could have been the god of war in Greek mythos but end up also as the god of thunder in Norse. There were no limitations to their influence. One such “deity” was that of the trickster. A monster that tended to be rather childish in his ambitions jumping from pantheon to pantheon looking to lighten up his other “deities” stern demeanors.

The monsters began to pull away leaving their presences in name only and occasional help but this was short lived. It caused problems, war, destruction, and feuding powers sadly began to use their civilizations as almost pawns. Their meddling almost destroyed that which they wanted to originally protect. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. The “gods” faded from existence only being remembered in myths and legends. The great prophecy of the Norse. The architectural marvels of the Egyptians. Now they reside in the furthest reaches of the galaxy. They spread out among the stars but a group of them resided in a Capital of sorts. A station at the edge of the Universe. One which no human could ever reach.

The Humans Impressions:

When the monsters left the humans to their own devices they worship continued long after. Eventually the magic and the miracles that had once been performed faded into history. The monsters were all but forgotten unless mentioned in mythology or scary stories. The humans never harbored any animosity toward them since they no longer believed in their existence in any form. They only understand what their ancestors depicted them as. The monsters as well don’t really have anything against humans either. All in all, they just go about their jobs and enjoy the universe, helping from time to time discreetly if need be but never showing their faces.

Main Plot Synop:

The plot to Outertale is very simple as it is more based around the world than it is the actual plot. It is very similar to that of the regular UT timeline with some notable differences. Once the humans reach an age of technological advancement they begin to spread out and search the stars. Some of them encounter monsters which they mistake for aliens (hilarious enough. I mean Jerry looks like an alien.) They begin to build colonies living more and more outside the reach of their own galaxy. Humans however tend to turn on their own creating factions within the space colonies. Some more prosperous than others.

Frisk’s colony was one such beast being cut off from the other colonies as a drifter. Unfortunately Frisk’s family was nearly non existent and being stuck on a space colony was little to be desired. After seeing a streak of fire slamming into the outskirts of the colony. Frisk decides to investigate. They have always been the curious type disobeying orders and questioning everything. The colonies outer and more dangerous regions became their playground finding old pieces of technology. Eventually they stumble upon a crashed ship. One that It seems to damaged to be used but it’s nothing like they have ever seen before. Everyone else on the colony consider it to be cursed.

The strange runic language is confusing but Frisk finds that there is one lone computer onboard that seems to still function. It flickers with a bright yellow light showing an almost pixelated Flower with a =) face on the screen. Over the next few days Frisk returns to decipher the runes with the help of their new friend which they find out is called Flowey. It is a project that the curious human enjoys and for once it is nice to have a friend. Eventually the runes are deciphered claiming some sort teleportation capability. Once Frisk is close enough the system fires up on its own sending the human straight to the monster Capital on the farthest reaches of the universe. A place that no human has ever been.

The rest of the story is an exploration of this new environment. Frisk befriends the monsters who don’t attack first. They actually mostly want to engage with the human showing off their ability a little bit. A part of them misses the previous worship. Nova seems to take a particular interest in this new human especially when they befriend Azi. They work to help shut Flowey down only for Azi to impart his knowledge on the interface helping it understand. Frisk has nothing to return to so they stay with the monster and become Azi’s human tutor so that one day maybe the monsters can return and live side by side the humans once again. Both Azi and Frisk are almost like siblings coined the star children.

#undertale #sans #outertale #Etherium AU #undertale au #kits multiverse #friskys multiverse #concepts #my au #pollux #nova #mythology #WBW #Worldbuilding Wednesday AU edition #fun fun

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junkndragons · 3 years ago

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Fare You Well

WOL Oerchid Verdantia / Estinien Wyrmblood friendship content + Cid and the Scions

Late HW spoilers / Heavensward Spoilers

“Fare you well, my Lady,” Estinien wished quietly, his voice barely audible over the whirl of turbines and thrash of gales against the ship.

The nausea came immediately.

Oerchid’s hand gripped the ship’s railing, the only tether to the physical world as her mind began to race. The torrent of anguish felt as though it would sweep her off of her feet, but she miraculously remained standing.

Another friend lost, another failure of the child of taint. They were right about you in Gridania after all.

She hardly felt the Enterprise’s descent into Azys Lla, didn’t bother to gaze at the spectacle of a falling imperial warship. She couldn’t move her eyes from the spot where Ysayle had...shattered. The aetheric dust still swirled in the spot, twinkling in the dim light of the massive, man-made realm.

She had been one like her, blessed with the echo. The paths they traveled were vastly different but seemingly destined to intersect. When they did, Oerchid had found an odd kinship to the Lady Iceheart. Their journey through the land of dragons had changed them both. Ysayle had done horrible, horrible things- but she had also accomplished fantastic endeavors. She had helped to bring an end to a thousand-year war.

Tears began to fall down her cheeks. She didn’t let herself sob, kept her shoulders ramrod straight. She wanted to come undone, fall to the ground and wail like she had in the spot Haurchefant had fallen. Back then, she had managed to scrape together her emotions and force them back into the tightly compacted place in her chest where she kept them, but she had lost control.

This time, she couldn’t afford to do that in front of everyone. The threat looming before them was still present. She had to be the Warrior of Light; steadfast, positive, powerful. She would strike the menace down, every last one of them.

“Oerchid...” Alphinaud said from somewhere below her, his voice hushed. The sound shook the gates of her composure, but she brought her gloved hand to her eyes and sopped up the moisture with the fabric. She had failed Ysayle, failed Haurchefant, failed the Scions, failed Moenbrylda, but there were still others on this ship whom she hadn’t yet failed.

“Her sacrifice will not be in vain,” she vowed, staring at the teen with conviction. Oerchid’s words were as much for herself as they were for him, her benefactor and supporter throughout this entire journey.

He nodded, solemn, and Oerchid was struck by just how young he was and how much loss he had already seen. She was disturbed at the remembrance of how many times she had personally seen the boy make that expression, another log in the fiame of guilt burning through her. She could do better.

She would do better.

She heard the movement of metal upon metal and turned to face Estinien, who had cast his focus to the ground. She had noticed the way he looked at Lady Iceheart, the shifting nature of their originally hostile arrangement. The benediction he offered moments ago was testament enough to how their relationship had changed, especially when contrasted against their earlier spats.

Oerchid knew her fellow azure dragoon had to hold sentiments akin to hers in this moment, but he would never show the depths of his sadness. They were more similar than one would think.

As she looked at him, the memory of his struggle as he burst through the shield of Azys Lla resurfacing. The spectacle and loss had distracted her from admonishing him for the immense risk he had taken, but Oerchid remembered now.

Anger swept through her. She stormed up to the taller dragoon, stepping deftly around a startled Alphinaud and Y’shtola, and earning a warning from Cid, who was beginning to tilt the ship. Oerchid offered no acknowledgement to him, planting her feet to adjust to the shifting angle of the floorboards, and glared up at the man she had trained with months ago.

“And you, you will not be allowed to follow Ysayle, although it seems like you’re making the effort. Why would you call upon the eye on your own? Do you insist on losing yourself again?” She barked. Oerchid could feel the eye in his possession, its seething presence constantly smoldering at the back of her mind. Nidhogg was dead, but his power, his essence, continued to froth with wrath. Its vehemence frightened even her, one who had felled many Primals.

“I was able to maintain myself in the presence of Nidhogg himself. You think me to be of so little strength?” He questioned, his tone patronizing. Oerchid balled her hands into fists. Estinien was nothing if not contrarian.

He braced himself against the railing behind him as Cid maneuvered the ship nearer to the Allagan structure. She couldn’t make out his expression beneath his visor, but his response did nothing to quell her temper or concern.

“No, your strength is not what I question. Your sanity is. Why take on such an unnecessary, gargantuan risk while I stand next to you, perfectly capable of calling upon the eye myself? We could have at least split its power,” she insisted, gesturing towards the humming, rageful orb in his possession. “I want to help you. I can help you. Please just ask.”

Oerchid remembered him, all that time ago, when Nidhogg had seized his mind during their training. Who was to say that the dragon’s grip on the dragoon would not be stronger a second time? She couldn’t stand to see him like that again, especially after all they had been through together in the past weeks.

Estinien, if Nidhogg sunk his claws in deeply enough, would have to be put down. Oerchid knew she was the only one amongst present company capable of succeeding in that deed. Just the thought of what she would have to do made her weak.

And now, after Ysayle....she was scared. Oerchid suppressed the urge to tremble. She could have very well lost two comrades in the moment that had just passed, and there were still many battles ahead. At one time, she had earnestly though that she could protect them all. Now, however, that perception had been proven foolish- too idealistic.

Estinien shook his head, his mouth a hard line. “I fulfilled my duty as azure dragoon. I succeeded.” He turned towards the airborne shore of Azys Lla, which was fast approaching. Not much time left to talk.

“Mighty though you may be, I did not need your assistance, and the events of the past cannot be altered.” He stilled for a moment, and Oerchid swore she spotted a dip in his shoulders.

Then, that window of vulnerability closed. He was reaching for his spear, stony as always as he regarded the strange, glowing ground they advanced towards.

“It is time to focus on the task at hand,” Estinien declared. Cid had nearly navigated the Enterprise to an area that was clearly an airship port.

As Oerchid spotted the massive, rotating circles of metal that whirled ahead of them, she knew he was right. Her eyes locked onto the platform, a hulking copper thing with ultramarine veins. It was a marvel the likes of which she had never seen, just as the sight of Shiva bringing down the airship had been. She winced.

Alphinaud cast her a worried glance, but Oerchid did not return his expression. The path to the end of this ordeal lay somewhere within this maze, and it was time to find it.

She absolutely would.

#FFXIV #heavensward #heavensward spoilers #hw spoilers #oerchid verdantia

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Pertaining to MYK2, it’s an observation of mine that as Kösem got older she grew more bitter, more angry, and felt overall more resentment towards the overall Ottoman lifestyle and dynasty which was a mere glorified prison for her. I would even go as far to say that her actions toward her children later in life were possibly due to her seeing them as an extension of her trauma and imprisonment in a way? I believe she only clung to power and titles the way she did because she truly believed it would be all she could have going for her and the only thing that could get her to be afforded basic human decency on some level in the enviornment she was trapped in. I especially see it towards the end when she has plans to dethrone her grandson and remarks “when one grandson goes the other comes” and you can see how she’s just..gone. There’s no longer a shred of resemblance to the innocent and life-loving Anastasia. She completely internalized the hatred and the death that surrounded her and became it..I’d even call it a cinematic parallel to Saifye. What do you think?

Overall, I think you hit the nail right on the head.

The loss of innocence is the central theme of the show: we consistently see how it begins to flourish, all the little hints, all the big actions, and Kösem, being the protagonist, will of course be the epitome of it all. It's a given that everything she has experienced would lead to trauma sooner or later, a trauma that really brings hatred, bitterness and then again, misery, because when you look at it, she couldn't take a break even for a second. To me, Safiye killing her father, was namely where it began - Kösem, just like Hürrem, had to completely let go of her past to begin this new life, but unlike her, this character arc was quick and rushed and harder, and she didn't get the fullest time necessary to do it in narrative, for her to actually get used to it. Her past is quite a part of her innocence, of her previous being, and when people (like Safiye and Raihan Aga) tell her to forget about it, she resists so much more, because there is hope that things would be just like before. Say, Hürrem adapted so quickly and so efficiently, because there was a lot to win, but nothing to lose - everyone she knew was perceived as dead, she had nowhere to go, it was lost and it was gone and she had to move forward. (Nigar's advice and the dream with her parents highlight that.) And when Leo appeared, Hürrem had already adapted, already planted seeds in this empire and had found the man she truly loved. Anastasia not only didn't have this chance, she still had nothing to do out there, knowing she could return to her family once again (they didn't kill anyone when they kidnapped her, remember?), was fond of Ahmet, but that was it, and didn't have any heirs yet. What would she do there, why would she forget her home, especially when there was a person just as eager as her to return to his roots (Iskender), and we had someone who was the narrative culmination of her hope to put everything back to normal (her father)? I feel that her refusal to Iskender to escape with him was only an intentionally forced tool for her and Iskender's character arcs, she stayed only out of necessity back then and one could say that, she probably never truly adapted. When her father died, was just when she realized there is no turning back now.

When she symbolically became Kösem, she had fought many fights in her life: she fought because she wanted justice (her exposing Fahriye and Dervish/Handan), because she wanted revenge (against Safiye), she fought for her life. (post-E25 and season 2.) But she did it out of necessity, all the roles she had to take she took out of necessity, she represented the country, acted as a regent even when Murat took that away from her.. only out of sheer necessity. That's what she did in episode 7, she stood up to all these people in need, and when she did that, she was suddenly regarded as a hero, as this blessed angel who saved everyone and could do no wrong, but she obviously couldn't stay so. She perhaps could've gained some kind of a savior complex, to have something to protect out of obligation. And that something had to be connected with her "first act" and with her whole arc in season 1 - that is, the country. She took her whole life to represent the country and protect it. ("The country you talk about wouldn't exist, if it weren't for me!") It turned into the very meaning of her life, she merged herself with it and she had to fight for it. The fights she had throughout the entire show were very exhausting, draining everything out of her, because there were countless times where it was all about to be over. She had to face enemies much stronger, much sneakier and much more experienced than she herself was, and she knew very well that they wouldn't hesitate even for a moment to do what they had to do. They were brutal and they were ruthless, all of them. And they were against this very thing she cherished, the very power she equated to the country. She spent her whole life to fight and protect it, turning her heart into iron and stone, automatically realizing every threat and striving to remove it, no matter what it takes. That goes into her conflict with Murat and into the rest of her children (by that I mean Ibrahim), as well, once she feels they are a threat, she began removing them. But this isn't a facade that can be kept so easily, this isn't some worthy life, so it all bottles up inside of her eventually and she has no time to let it out, because this period, her life, is just so dynamic. All her enemies were tough and persistent, making something happen almost every other day, the revolts, the parental conflicts, the attempts, the traps, the intrigues, the backstabbing... All that including her daily duties and all the meetings she has to attend to to keep things running smoothly. It all takes a toll on her, and it's understandable why when everything falls apart, she just doesn't care. She took the very last strip of her innocence, her humanity, with sealing the pact to kill Ibrahim. And guess what? She did this only for the country, she did this because someone pushed that weakness, that pressure point of hers. All she fought for was doomed the second Murat took things into his own hands, and she realized it. By Murat's death, it was now or never, because the harder she fights for this position of hers, she loses what made her so remarkably human in the first place. It's going hand to hand, really.

There is a point to be made about the parallels S02 Kösem had with Safiye, because while their arcs hit many of the same notes, they divert from one another in quite a bit of ways. Safiye was everything Kösem fought against - she made the darker side of S01 Kösem what it was, because taking revenge on Safiye, what she took away from her, was the primary "shadier" motivator of her character then. Azis Mahmud Hüdai (I hope I'm writing his name right) even warned her to the dangers of power and the similarities with Safiye that slowly grew in her. And there is some irony in this, because Safiye also played her part in the tragic Osman storyline by manipulating him from the get-go that Kösem could act against him because she wasn't his real mother. And the guy she sent to manipulate him was there for a long time. What I mean to say is, Kösem and Safiye had that fight going until the very end, and Safiye openly gave her the thematic ring (тм), perhaps due to the similarities they share. Safiye had this desire for neverending power, she never gave up, even when all odds were against her. She became used to it after so many years and it as well became what defined her. On the surface, the same could be said for Kösem, as well. Both of them did the unthinkable to keep this prestige and these titles. Both loved their power, but in different ways: Safiye wanted power for the sake of power, she loved the very concept of it, to wake up in the castle, to prepare for the day, to issue orders and to eclipse everyone, for Safiye it wasn't something morally right, it was about her and her only. She would lose her life, but never her power. It was already something she had always had and losing it would mean they took something that was rightfully hers, without debate. Kösem had this power for the country she felt obliged to protect, to the point power and country became synonymous to her, whatever she did was for the country, but in her eyes, it was the right thing, for the state to live, for the people to be safe and sound, for everyone to have a tranquil life without imbalance. (in E47 we had this parallel act to E07, where she once again, stood up in front of the people, to calm them down after Murat's unexpected disappearance; we have her show Kasım to the people in E53? etc.) And she would lose her life, as well as her power. (the narrative delivered its own symbolic meaning with her death.) She thought it should be all hers for a long time, but not by right, rather through all she had achieved in her life. At the end, she realized this loss, and accepted it, symbolically giving the thematic ring to nobody, while Safiye did in her death after all, thematically continuing the cycle herself. She no longer gave a damn about the world and all she wanted was to die in piece.

There is also another key difference between Safiye and Kösem - Safiye kept her power through cunning and manipulation from the very beggining, while Kösem consistently reached out: to the people, to the Janissary, to Murat even. Safiye thought they misunderstood her, that you couldn't win this war by peace, while Kösem often tried to find the optimal, peaceable solution - she killed only as a last resort, only when she found out nothing else worked, it took her a whole season-long arc to realize that Murat wasn't worth it (and even in E60, it was hard for her to kill Ibrahim and it all had to come to Turhan's manipulation). Safiye, just like Gülbahar, who was the main enemy to S02 Kösem for a reason, had buried her conscience deep within, while Kösem, even with all she's done, still had the reflection of Anastasia in the mirror and in her head, no matter how much she tried to shut her up. ("Admit it, you liked having power!" - quoting by pure memory here.)

Thing is, what Kösem experienced, truly shaped up who she was, and just like so many, internalized that toxic way of living to a huge extent. And no matter how hard she tried to fight with it, she let it sink in and fully embraced it. And when she finally got out of it, what was done was done, and destruction ensued. But she probably found piece in her death, getting rid of this burden, plaguing her whole life.

#magnificent century kosem #magnificent century kösem #kosem sultan #ask #stuffandthangs #magnificent century

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thebadbatch · 3 years ago

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The Bad Batch: Soft Universe

Chapter Five - Cure.

Omega took a small breath in as she rubbed her eyes before she turned and faced her brothers who looked absolutely terrified. She had no idea what had happened, the last thing that she remembered was playing with those beautiful flowers that were now one-hundred percent her favourite flower.

Darker clouds soon moved over her mind as she watched them all ensure she was alive and okay which was a really upsetting thing to see. Did another bounty hunter attempt to take her life from her once again? Hunter's eyes were glazed over and so were Techs who swore he was cursed due to everything always going wrong when he was around.

"Hunter?" She questioned, resulting in the others stopping exactly what they were doing to stare at her once her Kamonion thick accent piped up. "I'm sorry, did another bounty hunter come after me?" At the question alone even Echo couldn't help but tear up. After everything she's been through with anyone and going against her wanting the innocent and small life-form dead, She still apologized because she thought she caused hassle or problems for her brothers. "Did I get any of you hurt?"

"No, no Ad'ika!" Hunter finally spoke after sending silent thanks-filled prayers to their maker. "Nothing like that happened. None of us are hurt - we're okay." He reassured her with a gentle hand upon her shoulder before she tried to sit up only to gently be pushed down again by Echo, a sympathetic gaze upon his face.

"Woah there kid, lay down for a little longer okay?" Omega Pouted a little before complying with his gentle request. Hunter turned his head, pointing at Tech.

"Run a medical scan on her, tell me anything that's out of the ordinary even if it's no cause for concern." Tech nodded, rushing to the side to grab his medical scanner and following through with their command his leader had given him. "Wrecker, can she borrow Lola? And could you grab her blanket too?" Hunter began to fuss even more over her before Crosshair placed a hand on his shoulder too, hoping for the same calming effect it gave Omega.

"But I feel fine!" She beamed up at them, telling the truth all whilst giving Hunter some much needed comfort and reassurance. "I had such a lovely dream too." The med scan beeped leaving Tech to go over all of the information it had given him.

"A dream?" Echo asked, standing beside Hunter to listen to what Omega had to say.

"Yeah!" Her voice was filled with Positivity, she truly didn't remember what had happened to her beside a dream that took priority over her mind. "It was scary at first, but then those glowing orbs came back and they were so pretty! A hooded man was there though wearing a Cloak but he was so kind and asked me about my brothers- you guys!" Wrecker returned, placing Lula in her arms and her favourite blanket over her before standing with the others. "Thank you, Wrecker!"

"What did he say to you, Omega?" Hunter asked, ensuring she was tucked in and comfortable.

"Well I told him how lovely you all are to me and how happy I am now being away from Kamino and living with my true family!" They all silently swore that they could break down into tears. "He said he's so happy to hear that I'm happy now, and he said that you're all Incredible individuals! But then he told me that something big was calling me and I needed to listen and train with the sound to guide me."

"Guide you?" Echo chuckled a bit, "It Sounds Like jedi talk to me." He was kidding, attempting to lighten the atmosphere but then he remembered his previous generals who were force wielders having similar experiences to this. That realisation soon wiped the smile off of his face.

"He told me that it would all become clear soon and to trust myself but then I woke up with you guys." Tech walked over the second that she finished her story,

"She's completely healthy, in fact she's healthier now than before." He moved toward her, gently gesturing to the bacta patch that still remained against her arm. "May I check on your recovery?" She nodded, grateful that the bacta suppressed any pain from the bullet wound. Tech hesitantly but carefully removed the patch, going a little pale as there wasn't a scratch on her arm. "You must have accelerated healing," He was saying that mainly to reassure himself as her medical records from Kamino that they had stolen a while ago clearly stated she hadn't been created with accelerated healing as she was never to leave Kamino." The records made sense but Omega clashed with every little bit of information they had. It was pretty impossible to find out why she was created so they could find her enhanced skill finally but Tech especially at this point was pretty desperate to discover what she had.

"Maybe those plant things healed her or something?" Wrecker questioned, looking toward Tech for an answer.

"Dalalians." He reminded his brother, unable to stop himself from correcting even the smallest of mistakes after shaking his head. "That's impossible, they have no healing properties. The only 'use' they hold, if you'd even consider it as such, is that it tastes like honey."

"The records must be wrong." Hunter spoke, "We need to get new Copies - the most recent data they had before - well, you know." Silence filled their physical realm but their minds were asking tons of questions about the whole scenario.

"AzI would know!" She responded rather proudly, very fond of her best friend. "He has all of my medical records, but he's offline still, remember?" Once they got AZI, tech had never actually seen the specific circuits that he had so he constantly tinkered trying to work himself around it and do as much research as possible but they never really had the time. Omega didn't mind though, her friend was still on board with her other droid and having him there knowing they could wake him one day kept her calm.

"I don't think I can wake him up right now but I may be able to get him to display the medical records we need." She hummed, snuggling into her blankets. Hunter crouched beside where Omega lay cuddling with Lula,

"Do you remember what they were testing you for?" He asked, keeping his tone as calm as possible knowing how sensitive such a subject was.

"But why do we want to find out?" Omega asked, panic residing behind her voice. "I'm fine, I feel fine can't we just leave it? What even happened?" Echo soon Moved over to her, Placing a hand against her shoulder.

" Hey kid,it's alright! We just saw you go a little funny whilst you were having that dream and we think it may be linked with your enhanced skill." Her eyes immoderately softened at this, her heart rate finally calming causing Hunter to sigh of relief.

"It is?" Wrecker asked, oblivious to what Echo actually meant.

"It is." Echo repeated before Smiling back down at his little sister. "Now, can you think back really hard to remember what they were resting you for?" Her eyes sparkled proudly, suppressing any sorrow she felt from the memories back at Kamino.

"No, I remember - but they Said what they were trying didn't work so they'd give me a new one." She paused for a brief moment in thought. "I thought they forgot to give me a new one though, So I was hoping you guys would help me find what they may have given me. I want to be like you guys." Even Crosshair's heart broke at her words before he began to talk.

"What did they Originally test you for? Maybe it worked hence why they never gave you another enhanced skill." All of the others gently agreed before gazing at Omega, waiting to see what her answer was.

"I was to become the first force-sensitive Clone but it hurt me so they had to stop because I got too weak." Mouths were agape as they stared at her. What they witnessed, was that the force? Is that why the Empire suddenly wants her? Because it worked. Tech instantly moved away to search for answers through his datapad against force-sensitive beings.

"The Force?" Hunter repeated, looking toward Echo for answers. "Echo, you're worked with countless jedi before. Could it be possible?" He thought for a while before nodding.

"I think it could be done and the Empire wants to bring the same power to their fleet. They'd be unstoppable." He breathed in before Tech soon interrupted him.

"Omega, what you saw - the person." He stammered, "Were they blue by any chance?" She smiled over at him with a nod. "And they mentioned something guiding you right?" Another nod from her followed once again. "Yeah, she's force sensitive." How didn't they find this out sooner? Probably because it's only just begun to work, whatever they did to her." Silence hung heavily after his sentence, anger lurking in her older brothers as she hugged Lula with a smile - not as bothered right now about her past. Omega was a force-sensitive clone, the first of her kind! And she was absolutely thrilled because maybe now she would feel useful to her brothers, helping them in missions and keeping them safe. Yeah, that's exactly what she wanted to do - but her brothers didn't seem so pleased about that.

"Hey, Ad'Ika." Hunter spoke, whispering to her. "How about you get some rest and we can see your skills tomorrow hm?" His voice was soothing as she yawned, tired out hours ago but continued to push herself awake to be with them a little longer.

"Alright…" She hummed without fuss as he picked her up with her gentle good night's to the others and carried her to her bed, laying her down with a small smile. "Do I need a cure?" She asked sleepily, snuggling down with her trooper doll with that familiar soothing tone of orange filling the smaller room.

"For what, Omega?" He asked, worried a little. "For your abilities?" She hummed a yes, her eyes beginning to shut. "No, Ad'Ika. You don't, you're amazing and incredible and we couldn't be who we are without you okay? These powers of yours are a part of you and we cherish them deeply. We just need to find out a little more, okay?" Unfortunately she had fallen asleep through his words, head gently smooshed against the pillow and blankets gripped in her fists. Softly, he climbed down the smaller ladder and pulled back the curtain so she could rest. The talc with his brothers would be intense and confusing, but he knew they would figure it out - anything out. She didn't need a cure, it's apart of her.

#The bad batch #Starwars #Clone force 99 #The bad batch and omega #Omega #Bad batch

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