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dr3amlab · 2 years ago

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5. wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 1894 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — sorry for the wait, uni is killing my ass 😭 I CAN'T FIGURE OUT TUMBLR FOR MY LIFE IM SORRY GUYS

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

TAGLIST — @hopefulfuturenovelauthor @charlenasaxen @johnmurphys-sass @alittlebitofinsanitea @islayedyourmom @dramatic-long-coats @slashermadness @marplest @whosyourgnomie4 @makhaia @louieblue2 @born2222die @nikki-89 @jamlessgucciswegsunshineot7

V. WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?

Quiet. Everything was oddly quiet. Nothing or no one was bothering you, and everything seemed to go your way for the past week. Peaceful and quiet. Just how you like it. You knew you should be enjoying these peaceful moments as long as they lasted, but why do you feel so unfulfilled?

It was saturday and most of the students, including Athena, were enjoying their afternoon in Hogsmeade. with company of their friends. As for you, you decided to stay in your dorm for, even if Athena begged you relentlessly, you didn’t really feel like going out as last week’s events drained you mentally. But, no panick! You were not completely alone : Boredom and the heavy feeling of emptiness were so nice that they decided to grace you with their presence.

To anyone who would set eyes on you right now, you looked like you carried the entire world’s burdens on your shoulders : you were sitting lazily on one of the couches of the common room, arm resting on the couch and your cheek resting on your hand all while looking at the floor with empty eyes.

Though, who could blame you? You were bored out of your mind : for the past weeks, sending anonymous letters to Draco Malfoy was your only source of entertainment and now that you had to stop, for your own sake, you felt like time refused to pass by.

In the best of worlds, you would still be having the time of your life by taunting Draco and you wouldn’t be having romantic feelings for anyone.

However, this was not the case. Without you even realizing, you were beaten at your own game. You fell for draco during the process of writing him letters and you fell hard.

Still, something was tormenting your mind : Why was Draco being so lowkey? It’s been a week since you had stopped giving him the letters and he didn’t do anything. You thought that it was weird ; His secret admirer bid him farewell and he didn’t even react. If this ever happened to you, you would travel the world and the seven seas to find them but Draco didn’t manifest any interest in looking for them. Zero interest. Nada.

His strangely discreet demeanor was confusing you : Was he mourning the loss of his secret admirer? Did your prank scar his heart? Or, did he somehow find out that you wrote the later? If so how did he find out ? What has he been up to? Those questions kept repeating over and over again in your mind and, honestly, you felt like you were about to go insane. You were almost about to tear your hair out of your scalp. Literally.

Something was going to happen, you felt it. And it was not a good omen. Something was about to happen and it was not going to be to your advantage. In a way, the ball was in Draco’s court. You have no control of his next move and that was making you sick. But did Draco even receive the said ball? Did he even get the ball you passed to him? Did he even know about the ba— "Snap out of it, Y/N!" you mumbled to yourself.

You’re looked away from the ground to take conscience of your current state : You were biting your nails while slightly shaking your leg. In other words, you looked like a complete maniac.

"Y/N." A hand softly touched your right shoulder and you snapped your head towards the said direction, "Are you okay? Is something bothering you?" You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Fides, your fellow Slytherin. "Oh—hey Fides!" you exclaimed, "you scared me!" you said as you put your hand on your heart to feel your racing heartbeat. Fides’ lips curled into an apologetic smile, "my bad, I didn’t mean to!" She sat next to you, "are you okay? you don’t look so good."

For a moment, your mind wandered to Draco and the worries he drowned your mind with. You slightly opened your mouth ready to tell her what was really bothering you without omitting any detail but after a second of reflexion, you gave her a closed lip smile, "no, Fides, nothing is bothering me," you said softly, "thank you for your concern." Fides smiled at you, "If you ever need to talk to someone, I'm here," she beamed. You squeezed her hand, "thank you."

"So, what's the latest news?" You asked to change the subject. Fides was always aware of every single thing that was going around in Hogwarts. She knew everyone's business from the teachers to the first years. Fides probably even knows your family's deepest darkest secrets and you'll never know how she had found out. It was pretty entertaining to hear her gossip unless she knew your secrets.

Fides' face lit up as soon as the question left your lips. It seemed as if she had been waiting impatiently for you to ask her, "okay, so you'll never guess this. I promise you'll have the time of your life with this information!" Fides got comfortable on the couch, "There has been rumors than Draco was receiving letters from a secret admirer right. I'm talking about actual love letters," she began explaining, "it has been going on for like⏤ I don't know, months and he never found out their identity," fides said, "shit, I've been trying to find out who the hell they were and I didn't even find out."

Discreetly, you let out a sigh of relief, if Fides ever finds out first that you were the 'secret admirer', you were done for. First of all, the entire universe would be aware that you wrote letters to draco. And, even though Fides was a nice girl, she had tendencies to run her mouth ; She would not hesitate twice to spread rumors about anyone, even her closest friends.

"Oh. My. Merlin! Draco has a secret admirer? please tell me it's a joke!" You pretended to be shocked, "Girl, even I was flabbergasted! like⏤ Who in their right mind would genuinely like Malfoy?" Fides laughed, "pff! yeah, right⎯ for real." You let out a forced laugh, "so what happens next?" you stopped laughing immediately and coughed.

"You're going to need to brace yourself for this part." She came closer to you, "Apparently, Draco found out who it is and is about to confront them soon," she whispered, " I heard he got the info from a first year. Somebody saw Draco extorting the information out of the poor boy," she pursed her lips, "this is exclusive news, you're the first one to know this." Your heart dropped and your mouth hung slightly open, "I know right! I had the same reaction!" she slapped your shoulder, "I wonder who it is ! do you think they'll end up together? »

Draco had found out. Draco had found out and knowing him, he probably found a way to bring the gossip to Fides’ ears for he knew damn well that she would tell you and therefore, inform you that he knew. One thing is for sure, Malfoy's revenge was going to be violent and you only have to shelter yourself from the storm that was coming.

You were probably thinking so much about him that you manifested his presence accidentally : you felt like you've summoned a demon for, suddenly, you saw his dark silhouette come through the door of the common room and his eyes immediately found yours as if the first thing he had planned to do when he would step foot into the common room was to find your eyes.

Draco didn't walk further into the room. Instead, he stood tall not so far from the door with both of his hands in the pockets of his black pants. Malfoy did not break eye contact with you as he slightly tilted his head to the right while giving you a smirk.

As you maintained eye contact with him, you felt like your entire world was burning, but you didn't seem to mind because you were only thinking about one thing : did you always notice how handsome Draco is?

Draco saw how your face decomposed at the sight of him. He saw how you didn't even care about any of the nonsense that was probably coming out of Fides' mouth and how your focus was solely on him.

Draco's smirk only grew bigger when he saw you get up off the couch and he almost laughed out loud at the sight of Fides' confused face. Malfoy stood on his ground with his head held high as he watched you lope towards him with a rather angry expression on your face.

'How cute,' he found himself thinking as he stared at your face. You were probably as angry as ever, but how did you manage to still look so cute. Did Draco always notice how cute you were? Perhaps he always did or perhaps he never did but that's something he'll sort out later for right now, he needed to be focused on taunting you.

"So, you found out." You crossed your arms. "Yeah, I did." Draco mimicked your body language, "I honestly didn't know that you would stoop this low Y/N, really. Playing with one's feelings? Even I didn't think about pranking you like that," he fake pouted, "Oh come on Draco," you scoffed, "you're talking about morals? Don't act like for the past six years, you didn't do something equally as bad," you retorted, "You're just mad that you didn't come up with this idea before me. Admit it." Draco shrugged his shoulders while displaying a stupid smirk on his face, "Maybe I am," he said nonchalantly.

"What now? Are you going to get back at me or did I win the game?" you asked, "I'm not going to get back you Y/N, don't be silly," he said as if it was the most obvious fact in the world, "I gotta admit that you won," he started, "but at what cost?" Draco bended slightly so his face would be closer to yours which startled you and made you take a step back, "what do you mean?" you asked again confusedly.

Draco smirked, "you fell in love with me Y/N," he said in a singsong "Why would I get back at you? isn't that enough torment for you?" he asked, "Me? In love with you? Plea⏤" Before you could even finish your sentence, Draco cut you off, "Y/N, I know that you smelt my scent in that potion," he laughed, "Books, expensive cologne, green apples?" he emphasized on the last words, "That's what you smelt and, oh⏤ What a coincidence! that's also what you wrote in that letter." You frowned your eyebrows, "Do you seriously believe in that stupid shit Draco? What are you, five years old?" Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Are you implying that Slughorn is a conman and amortentia is bullshit? Or, wait⎯ that magic doesn't exist?" Draco's face came even closer to yours.

"Darling, you fell in love with me. You can't deny it," he said slowly in a suave voice, "so, who's the real loser now?" he whispered to your ear. Your eyes widened, you tried to say something or anything to deny his statement but you couldn't because it was true : you are utterly and irrevocably in love with Malfoy.

Draco adjusted his posture so he could look at your face clearly. A victorious smile graced his lips as he watched you open and close your mouth to talk but words wouldn't come out your mouth. Without saying any other word, Draco left to go to his dorm and he left you freezed like a statue.

Draco should be celebrating his victory: you didn't deny any of your feelings for him, so that makes him the true winner, right? Though, Malfoy felt a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach and he felt completely confused. Why was the scent of vanilla, violet and strawberry cake lingering in his nose?

It took a long time to Malfoy, but he finally put two and two together. Vanilla, violet and strawberry cake: that was the same fragrance he smelt in the envelopes, the amortentia and on you when he came close to your neck as he whispered to your ear. Draco stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened as he realized what it meant, "Fuck, I'm in love with her."

It's funny isn't it? Malfoy was too engrossed on taunting you for having feelings for him that he didn't realize that he reciprocated your feelings.

So, who was the real loser?

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nofomogirl · 10 months ago

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What we know and don't know after Good Omens S2

Honestly, it's mostly what we don't know.

This was originally meant to be an intro to Before the Beginning (part 1.5.) - a post in my series of posts discussing what we learn from the opening scene of S2 - but I've decided to make it its own thing after all.

I just enjoy reminding myself and others what we know for sure and what is just a theory or a headcanon. So here I go.

#1 The Fall

I've already written about the Fall shortly after S2 aired: Implications of Metatron's offer

My points still stand, except now that I think about it I might have put too much stock in Metatron's words. I think they prove less than I was willing to believe back then, as it's not difficult to imagine they might have all been a bluff.

In short: we don't know what the Fall is and how it actually works.

All that we know is that it happened once, and in the process, part of the angels were transformed and became demons.

The rest is just a long list of questions.

#2 Crowley's Fall

We're not much wiser when it comes to the circumstances of one specific Anthony J. Crowley's Fall.

Let's look at the very few facts we have:

In S1 Crowley claims that "he didn't really fall, he just sauntered vaguely downwards", "he only ever asked questions [and] it was all it took to be a demon", and "he didn't mean to fall, he just hung around the wrong people".

Neil Gaiman suggested more than once that Crowley isn't the most reliable narrator when it comes to his own Fall, and while he's not as bad as Heaven believes, he's also not as good as he thinks.

In Job's minisode, when Aziraphale is on the brink of questioning God's sense of justice ("Yes. But..."), Crowley tells him that was how it started for him too.

We learned from Furfur that Crowley actively took part in the dubious battle on the plains of Heaven just before the Fall.

In the finale, Metatron isn't the slightest bit surprised Crowley didn't take his offer and comments he "always did want to go his own way. Always asking damn fool questions too."

What does it all tell us? Nothing specific, except that perhaps we were a bit too quick to take Crowley's word that he hasn't done anything that would warrant any kind of punishment.

Questioning God's way of doing things was just how it STARTED for him. Asking damn fool questions was something he did TOO.

In short - we have no idea what really happened.

#3 Memory erasure

It's one of those popular headcanons that have been around at least since S1 and got canonically confirmed in S2.

We now know it's something that exists.

And that's where our knowledge ends.

Everything we really saw in the show was Gabriel getting sentenced to having his memories of being Gabriel removed. Then he very quickly moved his whole self to the fly to save it and we don't actually get to see what the result would be if Heaven did it. Would he be the same returned-to-factory-settings goofball or would he be given some memories to fill the blank spaces?

Is it actually possible to plant false memories in someone's head or can you only delete them?

Are memories really erased or just made inaccessible? Gabriel could still force himself to access some of his old memories. Was it because that's how it works and everybody could do it theoretically or was it because the memory-erasing procedure wasn't performed properly in his case?

We know it can be done remotely, but what is the range?

How precise and selective can it be? Gabriel was meant to forget everything. Perhaps that's the only way and you cannot pick and choose what one remembers or not.

We do not know.

#4 Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship

In S2 we have learned that they knew each other before the Fall. But all we saw was one meeting that appeared to be the first one to boot, judging by the fact that Aziraphale introduced himself.

We don't really know if they met again after that, how well they got to know each other, and how close they became.

It's not impossible, that when Aziraphale insists he knew the angel Crowley was, he's not even right about that...

#5 Aziraphale's and Crowley's memories

Last but not least, whatever Aziraphale and Crowley knew initially and whatever events they were part of or witnessed, we have no way of knowing what memories they've kept AND if they're even aware one or both of them might be missing something.

There may be important things that only one of them remembers but since I doubt they've ever compared notes, he operates under the wrong assumption that the other is aware of it too.

Anything is possible, really.

I've seen many convincing theories regarding all of the above and plenty of delightful headcanons. I'm just listing it to keep in mind all the questions remain open.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands

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chemicallady · 1 year ago

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I'd like to say something at this point.

I'm reading here and there that some of you are changing their vision about Noah or reaching the point to ask yourself if you still want to be a supporter of him because of what that blog said about him.

I believe that what happened between Noah and this person is probably true, I don't have any reason to doubt about her. But.

As we say in Italy, you can't fully believe to a story if you ear just one-side bell. Noah doesn't have the chance to tell his side of the story because he has better things to do than care about gossip. More than that, it's a human being. We have to look at the big picture. I don't want to defend him at all costs, I actually really don't care because untill he will be a decent person in public (not saying bullshit like Ronnie, for instance) and continue to be polite to his supporters, we are cool. I think I'm far older than more than half of the rest of this (sometimes really bad) fandom because I was a teen in the years of the emo wave. You maybe don't know about the Used, early MCR, Radke himself, Oli Sykes before Sempieternal...

They were drugs addicted. Always drunks as skunks. Pissing on people, throwing mic stands in the pit, get FULLY NAKED on stage (I'll never forgot about this, Quinn Allman). They did some awful shit in front of they supporters and to their supporters. Things that nowadays would get them canceled. You have no idea (maybe, or maybe you have) of what was Warped Tour 2005. Or maybe it was 2004? I can't recall.

Bad Omens are TODDLERS compared to this people. Innocent, pure babies. They are nice, extrovert maybe but nice. No one can deny that. They dont do drugs, they dont get drunk on stage or fuck around this supporters. They have an healthy routine in tour, they are teaching people to not fucking fight, they don't fuel fights! Its NORMAL in metal to have a couple of injuries at concerts. Collateral damages. I was nine at my second concert and I saw Slipknot. One dude broke his nose in the pit. Blood everywhere.

It's not a fucking Hannah Montana show. Those dudes are suppose to be badass. Noah is not pretending to be someone else or faking a new personality. He is doing is job and he is delivering pretty good shows. In no time he will grab his crotch around moaning like Oli, give him fucking space to express himself and be feral. Like any other metal artist.

Another thing.

Bad Omens vip experience is not expensive. I don't have interest in buy vip pass for 30 second of nothing, I'd rather wait after the gig is over. I met so many artists this way and usually they are more appreciable if they don't have to move to the next city. BUT the costs is not that high. I bought vip pass for LP once and I had to work 3 months to save enough for it. And I was still living at my parents'!

The merch is high quality, they make new pieces every time.... that's their way to get real cash guys. During a tour you have to pay tons of shit: the venue, flights, hotels, your crew. And you pay in advance most of the time. I don't think they are rich bitches rn. They are doing fine probably but still many of them lives with friends. Having flatmates is many time a signal that you can't afford Ronnie Radke house in Paradise Palisades.

I heard that they weren't really nice during the set in Canada. Maybe Montreal or Toronto. Someone felt bad, someone dropped a surfer I don't know. I didn't follow this I here for dirty smutty ff. If I want to see them play I have tiktok. By the way you have to know that most of the time you can't see shit from stage. Because you have lights in your face pointing your eyes. So probably noah just say a crow surfer falling and thought 'here we go again, this people has no fucking etiquette', and he left the stage. Or maybe who owned the venue asked them to do so in case of emergency.

BTW there is no fucking etiquette at their concerts. I stand with him if he's pissed off about that. It's not that hard to understand that you have to stay at the sides if you're not used to metal shows or you don't want to be pushed. Other people is ruining your experience or maybe its simply not for you. I grew up in the moshpit and that's how we like our shit. We have no time for filming or make tiktoks, we live the moment (we, people who like metal music, I'm not gatekeeping. If you wanna learn how to survive the pit and enjoy the experience just message me.)

So, to sum up.

My point is that every one of us has that friend that was a dick with one or more girls we still love him because we know that he's a weirdo an not a bad person.

My advice is stop being obsessed with Noah and just enjoy his work. You dont know him, you cant tell. Don't believe everything, stories are getting bigger and bigger everytime their are told, and think about the fact that straight guys are mostly jerks. They take more time to mature and act like adults. We know that Noah is in therapy now, he open up about it, so he is aware that he is not perfect.

BECAUSE HE IS NOT. HE IS A HUMAN BEING AND HUMANS MAKE MISTAKES.

That's it.

I don't want to fuel fights as well but please stop being ridiculous and acting like he is insulting you personally. It's fine to be delululu but your pushing the limits.

Peace and love.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #metal show #mosh pit

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jfleamont · 11 months ago

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“Divination” for your prompt request please ☺️

Hello! Thank you, here it is 💕

Divination - 766 words

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

The silence of the library is broken by a voice, a voice that unmistakably belongs to Lily, and James jumps in his seat.

He looks up to find her sitting at the table next to his. He doesn't know how long she has been there, but thinks it's weird that he hasn't noticed until now. The library is deserted on this Saturday afternoon except for them and a group of second years a few tables away, so naturally everyone is looking at her now.

Their eyes meet and she gives him a rueful smile, mouthing a ‘sorry’.

“Evans, Evans, Evans…” he says as he stands up, already walking towards her (he can't help it), and joins her at her table, his books and notes already forgotten. He settles in the seat at her left, and it doesn't look like she minds the proximity.

“To answer your question… A couple of things, really?” he whispers conspiratorially in her ear.

She smells lovely.

She chuckles. “I wasn't asking you,” she replies, and she bends her head towards him, her breath ghosting his ear.

His heartbeat quickens, but he chooses to focus on the matter at hand. “How was I supposed to know? It sounded like you were in dire need of help.”

Lily laughs again. “Thanks for the rescue, but I doubt you can help me.”

“Try me.”

“You don't take Divination anymore so I don't think Ornithomancy is your forte,” she points to an illustration of a raven in her book.

James shrugs. “I know one thing or two about birds.”

“Birds as in girls, maybe, but you wouldn't be able to tell me why all my experiments are going south. Literally.”

At his confused look, she explains. “We were tasked with studying the flight of birds but all I got was a bunch of bad omens.”

He stretches his arms, casually resting one on her chair. “Well, that doesn't mean there's something wrong with you. It probably means you're shit at this bird reading thing.”

She swats his arm. “I am brilliant at this, thank you very much.”

“Until now. Besides, isn't it all up to interpretation? Just write that you think you're going to die very soon and you're good. You will probably get extra points because of the sob story.”

Lily starts playing with the hem of her skirt, and James’ gaze is drawn to her thighs now.

“It's not as simple as that,” she sighs, “I have to be very specific with my descriptions. The time of day, the season, the weather conditions and the number of birds I see determine the exact moment in which said bad thing will happen.”

James covers her hand with his own to stop her from fidgeting, and he ignores the heat of her skin. “You're right, I know fuck-all about this but I also like to think that I know you quite well, and - don't get mad -” she's looking at him now, “you tend to be a bit pessimistic. It's one thing if you're worried about your mark, but this not the case, isn't it?”

She shakes her head. Slowly, he starts massaging her hand. “This is homework, Lily, that's all it is. I know that it's hard to imagine a world without school with the NEWTs looming over our heads, but really, relax. Take a walk, go outside… Alright, maybe try not to look at the sky for the time being,” he adds, and Lily hides a giggle behind her hand, “but go out. Please.”

Go out with me he wants to say, but he stops himself.

“Now?”

He looks away from her for a moment to peer outside the window.

“It's a nice enough day. Bit chilly, maybe, but you don't mind that, do you?”

She's biting her bottom lip, and he knows because he's staring at her mouth.

“Okay. Let's go, then,” she gets up suddenly, but doesn't let go of his hand.

He realises that Lily wants him to come. Him. “What?”

“You need a break as much as me, you nerd. You didn't even notice me coming in.”

“That's right,” he replies as he gets up, “when did you arrive?”

With a flick of his wand, his books are in his bag, and Lily summons it for him, adjusting it on his shoulder.

“Oh, about five minutes before you spoke to me,” she says nonchalantly, walking towards the door to the library.

James’ mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ but she doesn't see it, walking a step ahead of him, their hands still linked.

#got a liiiiittle carried away oops #jfleamont rambles #jily #jple #asks #jily fic

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duckduckhjonk · 17 days ago

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Getting dramatic about the Colossus enemies because they've invaded my head.

Do you think that any of them signed up for the experimentation? Even those that did, do you think they knew the true extent of what they were getting into?

What about Baron Seal? Has he had enough attention? Does he think about the quiet seaside he once lived in? Does he long to return? Is he tired of all the fear around him? He was technically the first true Colossus, is he reliably stable? Does Baron Seal experience some difficulties or genetic instabilities? Would he get sick easily?

Le'Grim too, what about him? Is his rampage mindless? Would he ever settle down? Does he ever get time to go back and watch those movies? Is his only emotion rage?

And what of Mega-Mooth? Has he had enough of rebelling against nature? Does it yearn for the warm embrace of its cocoon again? Is the gem ever too heavy for it when flying?

Think about Super Hyppoh, someone who already hated her appearance. Someone who already had the trauma of an alien abduction, forced to be further genetically modified. Could she ever stand anyone seeing her like this?

I know I've said this before, but did they let Archangel Exiel back into heaven? Or was he banished to walk the earth due to the cursed stone on his chest? Do you think he spends his time near the Aku in an attempt to redeem them, hoping that could give him another shot at returning to heaven?

Do you think Big Peng Z ever thinks about his old movies? Does he yearn for that life as a movie star again? Is his rotting flesh still capable of using that self-taught kung-fu? Would he still dream of hollywood?

When J. J. Jackrabbit ran from the lab, did the others get a clue? It went from a successful store-runner to bankrupt, having to rely on the crystal to tell fortunes. Has it financially recovered? Would his status as incomplete render him worse off?

Does Chibinel regret it? Being one of maybe two who willingly took part in this. Would he also be banished from heaven? Is he still on good terms with his father?

Do The Omens still get along? So tied together, would it become painful to separate? The stones cover their faces, can they see? Eat? Talk? Smell? Or has that all been taken from them? Do you think they yearn for being low level red enemies again?

Mega Baa Baa is an interesting case though. It also seemingly wanted the change to itself, although its unsatisfied now. Did it see what was happening to the others and thought it could become "cooler"? Does it experience any negative side effects to all of this? Of course, besides the yearning for further looks.

Not as interesting as Gigahaniwan, I find. A protector that was laid to rest for an unknown amount of time, only to be dug up and recreated as a destroyer. Does it feel that guilt? Does it know that it's used to ruin those it sworn to protect? Are its sluggish movements an attempt to restrain itself?

uhh thanks for reading... I like these guys if you couldn't tell. Might post more about them if I feel so inclined so stay tuned for that :3

#this is formatted poorly I'm sorry for that but they are in my mind #so heres some questions to consider about these fuckers(affectionate)#the battle cats #battle cats #colossus enemies #baron seal #Le'Grim #Mega-Mooth #Super Hyppoh #Archangel Exiel #Big Peng Z #J. J. Jackrabbit #Chibinel #The Omens #Mega Baa Baa #Gigahaniwan

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christinebloodwrittings · 1 year ago

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Something exactly like this

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, abuse, police brutality, hints of ptsd, cursing.

Words: 1957

Chapter four: If only we weren't strangers.

Taglist: @xoxobabe @lavndrluv @whatamidoing89 @theboyrisingfromstardust

There are moments in life that simply cannot be forgotten. When you least expect them, they repeat in your head like a catchy tune. Or at least, that's what good times sound like, like a day with your parents at the park, eating ice cream, laughing and playing, having the sun warm up your skin nicely.

But in moments of peace, my mind wanders over my decisions, entwined in infinite designs of a pattern that forms an image. It's blurry and incomplete, but each thread glows brightly, almost alive.

God knows I made bad decisions, some worse than others, like sneaking out to a party and getting my stubborn ass dragged to the police station was one of the worst, but for the sake of just going. I shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have drunk, or let myself be carried away by the music, much less let one of the guys make me take a walk to get some air.

Because they didn't process me as a teenager, but as an adult.

An adult who had drunk like never before in her life, a minor, defenseless, with zero reasoning power.

The policeman who handcuffed me didn't read my rights, he just pushed my head into the car and drove to the station. He was suspiciously heavily armed, I must say.

He didn't put me in a cell, it was more of a room with a desk and pictures of a bald white guy with a loving family. I remember that desk well, especially the smooth, cold surface.

The officer just told me to wait quietly, that if I made a single sound he would break my knees, or so I think, I just remember laughing.

The rest is history... medical history.

It's funny how much you can miss after a few drinks, but at least they kept me from remembering what was important. My body and the photographs that the detectives took spoke for themselves.

During my time in the hospital room, a doctor came to me with news, supposedly to improve my mood, he told me that two policemen had entered the hospital with me, one of them blind in one eye and the other with a piece of his ear missing.

He was the typical adult who thought himself young and cool, trying to ease my pain with more or less happy news, something like "You look like crap, but you should see the others, champ!", but I doubt they were starring in their own version of the mummy.

Although of course, it was curious that when I woke up, I was missing several of my acrylic nails. Back then I did what it took to fit in, we've all been there.

My case was left unfinished, for a change. The policemen had no legal repercussions and remained intact in their jobs. It was never made public since I lived in a town in the middle of nowhere, and the detective in charge just gave me a taser in case it happens again.

I fucking hate the system.

My dad went crazy for it, who wouldn't be? That led him to call an old friend who had recently made a name for himself in the big city, in a political position.

I thought that justice would be done through human means and that the system would finally work, but unfortunately that dinner was the beginning of a terrible decision.

It was also the last time that Norman Osborn sat at our table looking completely human.

From that experience I was left with an omen, a voice, that screamed heartbreaking pleas for me to get away from the police, especially if it was V.E.N.O.M.

It has me sweating cold most of my nights.

That night I listened to it again and like an instinct I jumped out of my seat and started running. I spotted the emergency exit, I didn't think twice, I kicked it and ran in the opposite direction of the blue and red glow.

But it was as if it was getting louder, ferocious voices were yelling at me to stop, that I was under arrest, I was not going to let them take me away again, ever, over my corpse.

The burning tires, the smell of gasoline, everything led me to that night. I felt my heart in my ears, from the tears I could hardly see where I was going, and I only knew that I was moving through the cold air hitting my face, I could no longer feel my legs or my body in general. I just needed to run away.

The only time I stopped was when something grabbed me by the waist and stuck my back to his chest, looking up I realized it was Spider-punk. He lifted his finger to where I figured his mouth was, signaling for me to be quiet, but between my agitated hyperventilation, I just couldn't.

"I'm here, I won't let 'em take you" he whispered, getting a tigher hold of my body. A warm feeling grounded me a little when he hugged me, the rest of my body was so cold, I yearned for more warmth.

A loud bang resonated though the air, before the police sirens started to fade in the distance. We stayed a few minutes like that, even long after the silence settled among city's normal noise.

"They're gone now" he patted my head slightly, reassuring me. It felt nice to be held again, to feel safe for a minute.

"Looks like I owe you that kiss, huh?" I rolled my eyes, it's true that the danger was far away now, but it wasn't the right time to joke around.

"For all wrong reasons" I wanted to move, but I guess I took it too far with the escape run, it felt as if my feet were asleep. It was like the cold air built stalactites on the insides of my lungs, every breath brought a painful pang on my side.

"I don't mind settling that, but maybe I should leave you an excuse" he smiled, using my own words, "Perhaps you should".

Stepping a few times seemed to make the trick, I could feel my feet again, but the burning sensation in my chest remained, so I just walked at an old lady's speed.

"I get it, you were scared, the adrenaline is wearin' off, but you don't have to be so cold" he kept himself close, no quite beside me, but close.

I didn't respond to any of his callings, honestly I was far too tired and fed up with myself to handle anything external, except than silence, which was the last thing following me.

"Hey, 's goin on?" He stopped me by grabbing my arm, not making any pressure on it, he just hooked his hand on my elbow and stopped walking, making me almost lose my balance and curse under my breath.

"Fuck sake, why are you so fixated on the kiss thing? It was a joke, I thought I would never see you again, so it didn't mattered what I said", janking away from his hand, I managed to regain my posture and my walk.

"Well, it did to me" he muttered.

"I'm sorry, picture this for a fucking second. Normal female citizen about to be beaten up by a corrupt cop gets saved by a random dude with superpowers, among them abnormal strength. Then gets dropped off at her apartment, and the creep expects a kiss, so she jokes as to not make the mutant mad, and he keeps being flirty and pushy about the damn thing!" I lost my breath at the last sentence, and it broke me to realize how much it really hit me.

Perhaps I was being too hard on him, but pushing the issue in the first place, and in a situation of extreme stress was kind of the last drop.

"Now I was chased by cops, my heart is in the back of my mouth as well as the pie and my lunch, I'm tired, it's been a long fucking day, and guess what, the stranger keeps being pushy about a fucking kiss" then I went silent, having almost nothing else on my chest to vomit at all. Perhaps it wasn't how I wanted to say it, but I had a limit, and I couldn't find another way to draw it.

He backed up a little, raising his open palms to his chest level, "Hey, 'm sorry, I was just joking around" His voice was low and apologetic, it was like his presence shrunk from the tall and intimidating Spider-Punk, to just a guy that realized he fucked up.

I took a big breath, the burning sensation calming down a little, "Look I'm sorry, I have a bad history with cops, and men in general, the stress is all over me...I should've minded my words" down the weather was an understatement of my mood.

He hesitated, but in a slow motion, very carefully, he brushed a strand of lose hair off my face, brushing my cheek sweetly along the way.

"Forgive me luv, I pushed it" I nodded, his hand lingered on my cheek for a couple more seconds before withdrawing his touch, leaving me with a fluttery sensation.

He patted his jacket for a second before pulling a wrinkled piece of paper, which he handed to me, "Y'know, you can call this number, he's always around, 's a good pal o' mine, he'll help you if you need it" it had a phone number and a name that seemed to be a joke by now.

"Hobie Brown, the guitarrist? Met him already" he turned around to see me, "Really?" It was as if I could see his eyebrows rising.

"He pulled me out of the crowd mid anxiety attack, we didn't spoke much, but I apreciated it" he was so considerate for that, and I don't think I ever thank him for it.

"Intrestin', what do you think of him? First impresions only" I was taken aback by his question, but I didn't minded much, "He seemed nice, intimidating and surreal, but nice. My friend and her boyfriend supposedly set us up in order to date, but I don't see it happening" more like a failed ambush by cupid.

"Why's that?"

"I don't know, I guess...I guess we're too different, we don't even like the same music, and he's so..." so handsome but too much at this moment,

"So?"

"Rebel, he seems like trouble"

"What's life without a lil' trouble?"

"Are you also trying to set me up with that friend of yours? He can't be that dreamy, besides I don't know if I'm ready to jump in a relationship just yet"

"I understand"

He opened his arm to me, I thought he was going to swing us back to my place. Instead, he hugged me, his arm circulated my waist, and the other caressed my hair, "May I?" I looked up, his face was only inches from mine, "Fine, just do it" He chucked while using a finger to make me face the alley, then I felt his lips on my cheek.

When I turned to face him, his mask was fully covering his face, got to say I was a little disappointed. "We're settled then?" He chuckled again, "On my end only, can't wait for your kiss" this dude was making me crazy, "You're insufferable" this time he did wrap me with his arms and took off, "Indeed darling" was the last thing he did before dropping me off back at my place and then leaving again.

Funny, I found the crisps he promised right on my bed when I came back.

#hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie brown #hobie brown smut #hobie smut #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spiderman

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year ago

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Elegy: A Lie Between Two Truths

Elegy is an important bridge-work episode: tying the threads from Mulder and Scully’s handling of her past deathbeds and building illness with their warring beliefs (and disbeliefs) concerning her cancer. Even more than that: it’s an episode that hits them square in the face with brass knuckles right after the relieving clean bill of health that Zero Sum gave them. It’s fascinating to see how their easy camaraderie spins its wheels in the sand trap of death omens and unreliable science… and how much Scully does and doesn't listen to her gut, despite what she tells herself and Mulder.

**Note**: Thanks for @frogsmulder for the suggestion! This post is dedicated to you~.

Scully Didn’t Know She Was Dying Pre-Elegy

To sum up the cancer arc thus far: Scully had given up in Memento Mori after her imaging test post Leonard Betts. She spent the episode in despair, not wanting to face her mortality; but grabbed at a lifeline Penny threw her way via Dr. Scanlon. While in the throws of her radiation treatment, Scully came to terms with how much her defeatism was holding her back; and refused to give up and give in for the same reason she decided to fight in her coma: the strength of Mulder’s beliefs. Memento Mori was important because it was the first time she took Mulder's faith and made it her own: “I won’t let this thing beat me” was her battle cry for self-belief and courage in the face of the unknown. Mulder was adoringly proud her; and he embraced and blessed her with a (forehead) kiss.

The rest of the episodes passed without incident or comment-- Scully will beat this, it’s only a matter of time; therefore, both didn’t need to focus on her cancer (hence why they never did.) Her treatments continued; though, according to Dr. Zuckerman, Scully decided to step out on a limb by using unconventional therapies (immunotherapy) instead of work-inhibiting chemotherapy-- shoutout to @settle-down-frohike for backing up my suspicions with this post-- which means Scully determined to beat her cancer through unconventional methods, medicine or the files, so she wouldn't have to slow down 'the work' with Mulder (for Mulder and herself.)

…But then Zero Sum happened; and her tests were causing concern. Mulder poured his nervous energy into headhunting Skinner while Scully stayed in the hospital for further tests. We’re never told the results, but they are crucial to how Elegy begins and plays out.

So, what were the results of Scully’s Zero Sum tests, and how did that knowledge bleed into Elegy?

Simply put: There was no change. We know this because of Scully and Mulder’s behavior in their first scene together.

Scully is light-hearted during her and Mulder’s investigation in the bowling alley. While skeptical of the owner’s claims, she slides around the floor with Mulder, scoots up close like normal (not withdrawing to protect herself emotionally), and banters uninhibitedly with him. Her mind is not distracted, nor is she seeking to distract it: Scully is having a good time and nothing else.

In the ensuing scenes, they’re hip-to-hip like usual, their normal routine firmly in place with no shadow of death haunting it.… until her nose begins to bleed.

Scully’s escape to the restroom-- and seeing her first elegy-- is when the episode shifts. She leaves the case temporarily to “get this checked out”, forestalling Mulder’s worries by trying to play off her concerns as naturally as possible. During her next round of tests, we see how much this new development is eating away at her courage; and during her therapy session she reels with much she’s letting Mulder down, the very person who depends on her good health more than herself. It’s part of her Starbuck complex to overly rely on Mulder (as she realizes with her therapist); but it’s also in his nature to overly rely on her.

And Scully is keenly aware how much her cancer affects Mulder. Memento Mori did a number on her poor partner; and during her Zero Sum hospitalization he jumped immediately into work to distract himself (as he does in Gethsemane). She may not have been there to see him nearly rip at the seams in front of Skinner (who is horrified on both his agents’ behalf) but she would have been present to see his intensely profound relief at her good results. Not only that, but she is very aware he wobbles when her nose bleeds again in Elegy. Scully knows that Mulder isn’t holding up under the strain well at all; and the fear of letting him down is killing her as much as the cancer. Scully vowed she won’t let this disease beat her, and the tests-- even the newest round in Elegy-- back her up… but then why is she ‘dying’? That question haunts her as much as the woman in the bathroom.

(Important note: There’s a quote from one of writers that Scully keeps up a front during her cancer because she knows how terribly Mulder is taking her decline; but until I can find it-- and trust me, I looked-- this claim can't be backed up. Help me if you can~.)

These concerns keep building and building: even though the Elegy tests come back “clear” once again, they don’t explain the visitations; and Scully can’t shake the corrosive misgivings eating away at her peace. Science keeps assuring her she’s “fine”; but her gut is grimly insisting that she’s not-- that she’s dying, failing.

Mulder barges in on these swirling thoughts with his newest theory-- that the dying can see the dead-- and this, like Boggs’ channeling of her father in Beyond the Sea, confirms her worst supernatural suspicions. Scully’s belief in science is no longer so fixed or rigid (see post here about her speech in Herrenvolk) that she can easily discredit her natural leanings towards the paranormal or unnatural (which her college thesis and various cases involving supernatural miracles, voodoo, or demons prove); and this further shakes her grasping insistence that nothing is wrong and that she is fine.

Scully’s “fine” is crucial to this mindset: she’s not denying her symptoms to Mulder-- she’s denying them to herself (sidenote: which is why Mulder was so worried later in En Ami: she was so clearly over her head, and she knew it; and he knew that she knew.)

All of these doubts lend her strength to gallivant with Mulder after a long day at the hospital-- she has to know, she has to. It’s not-- like Mulder thinks, see below-- to “prove him wrong” (which Lyda accuses her of in HTGSC, see post here), it’s to prove her fears wrong, to prove her gut wrong, to prove her science right.

And she fails.

Elegy Confrontation

After Scully subdues the murderer (to Mulder’s surprise and gathering suspicions), she relays the series of events and her tenuous theory of the nurse’s behavior.

“Yeah, but why did you even suspect her?” Mulder asks, following the scent of something not clicking into place. He doesn’t know what it is yet; and Scully is oblivious as she rattles on about motives and murder.

“‘She is me,” Mulder contradicts; and Scully acknowledges this unresolved clue with a sighing “I don’t know.”

The ‘She is me’ is a tricky, unresolved puzzle that I will dive into some time in future, relating to either the girls, the nurse, Scully, or all of them. (All that can be proven is that Scully cannot be involved because Harold also ticks all the boxes that ties her to this case, and he would have been referred to as ‘He is me’, too, if that were the case-- unless they anticipated Scully’s involvement on the case before she even arrived, which would be impossible because Elegy is not about predictions or premonitions, only warnings and reflections.)

At Scully’s concession, she falls back-- literally and figuratively-- asking what Mulder knows: “Have they found Harold?”

“Yeah--” he confirms, “--they found him in an alley a few blocks from here face down in the pavement.”

Scully comes to a full stop, horrified. It’s yet another proof of someone falling ill, collapsing-- and dying-- connected with this case… with her.

As Mulder expounds how the paramedics “worked on him twenty minutes but he couldn’t be revived”, Scully is listening to her own potential end from the very mouth of the man who will likely be around to witness it.

“But if what you’re saying is true-- that Harold stopped taking his medication-- then that could have been a factor in his death… at least in the visions he was seeing.”

Mulder is handing Scully a win: he is excessively proud of her detective work and combat skills (his voice light, his eyes sparkling, his posture impressed); and is explaining the case in a way to give her a greater victory-- hallucinations without medication-- while also still fitting into his supernatural explanation (as evidenced by his side-to expression while contemplating how these two theories will coalesce in his final report.) It’s the same arm shake of victory he extended her in Leonard Betts (“You did a good job, Scully. You should be proud”)-- the same one he’s been giving Scully in all their cases post Never Again (which is why I place it before Leonard Betts as the writers and Gillian Anderson intended, post here.) Mulder learned in Never Again how important praise and commendation are to his partner; and he has been giving them freely to Scully ever since.

Scully, however, is not proud or even pleased. Tears begin to gather as she rails against the injustice of her and Harold's twin situations.

“Well, Harold Speuller wasn’t dying, Mulder-- he was killed as, as a result of what that woman took away from him.”

Spooky Mulder’s senses activate, clueing him in to her unspoken cues: this is what his mind was scrambling to place. “Is that your medical opinion?” he asks, alertly focused on Scully’s shifting eyes and hedging behavior.

Scully pauses; then looks to the side as she contemplates her reaction. The conversation with her therapist clearly plays through her mind-- those words and this context suddenly click into place: she is projecting her fears and feelings onto something, someone solvable instead of taking the time to tune in honestly with her own emotions. Scully decides to put into effect what she’d learned with Dr. Karen, trying to be more open to see if she and Mulder can handle it.

It turns out rather badly (but in a good way.)

“I saw something, Mulder.”

“What?” Mulder asks.

“The fourth victim-- I saw her in the bathroom before you came to tell me.” (The strain of this candid admittance pulls at Scully’s face: her abnormally high eyebrows scrunch her forehead into stress wrinkles and pull her eyes into a wider, more open gaze.)

Scully's admittance now flips Mulder's curiosity into anger.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demands, eyes flashing and mouth drawn.

“Because I didn’t want to believe it. Because I don’t want to believe it,” Scully replies, shaking her head at herself. She’s doing confession before the whole world instead of in a reclusive box to her priest: I, Dana Scully, might believe the supernatural element in this case. And further: I, Dana Scully, was too afraid before to admit my self-denial and weaknesses to you, Mulder, the only man who gives me strength. It’s an almost step to her awakening in All Things; and probably could have gone further now if this conversation didn’t take a couple left turns.

Mulder nods, not at all happy. He looks away not because of what Scully has admitted to him but because of what she has not admitted to herself. (I, Dana Scully, may sign onto the supernatural explanation to this case; but I also don’t want to believe it. And not wanting to believe the truth when her health at stake is not something Mulder will tolerate.)

“Is that why you came down here-- to prove that it wasn’t true?” he asks, wounded that she’d left him out of the loop.

Scully is cutting herself open and giving Mulder her heart; but he doesn’t want self-sacrifice if it’s born from misinterpretation. Just as Scully will cut away the lies he clings to in his search for the truth, Mulder will cut away the self-delusions and contradictions of her beliefs.

“No,” Scully says, drawing out more of her deeper emotions as painfully as an intubation tube.” “I came down here because you asked me, too,” she beams, a bit of heartfelt levity over how much she relies on his reliance on her, in sickness and in health.

Mulder shoots down the good mood and redirects her back to the point: “Why can’t you be honest with me?” Translation: What is it about me that you don’t trust when I trust you with everything?

Scully is hurt, thinking Mulder is focusing on the wrong thing: twisting her confessions into admittance of guilt through the lens of his paranoia. Further, she feels her hard-fought honesty is being denied and thrown back in her face.

“What do you want me to say?? “ She pivots sarcastically. “That-that you’re right, that I believe it even if I don’t? I mean, is that what you want?”

Mulder jumps into the foray, figuratively grabbing her face so she can’t turn away from the point: “Is that what you think I want to hear?”

Scully is lost. She had been honest with her partner, more honest about her cancer and beliefs and fears than (possibly) ever before-- but in one quiet “No”, she understands that her confession was all wrong. I, Dana Scully, admit to the supernatural in this case; but I, Dana Scully, refuse to believe it; and because of that, I, Dana Scully, have turned my determination to beat cancer into denial. Scully carried her resolutions from Memento Mori faithfully; and that faith was bolstered by her twice good bills of health… but it’s in direct contradiction to what was shown to her. So, I Dana Scully, came to prove Mulder wrong-- but really, to prove what I knew to be true wrong.

For the first time, she sees her actions as clearly as Mulder sees them; and it horrifies her truthful nature how much she had twisted her intent to justify her delusional skepticism (you can hide a lie, after all, "between two truths.")

Mulder sharply, painfully inhales before volleying on at lightning speed. “You can believe what you want to believe, Scully, but you can’t hide the truth from me because if you do then you’re working against me. And yourself.” (The echoes of Mulder’s experiences in One Breath and Zero Sum echo through his words and bounce around the hallway.)

Scully silently absorbs this assertion bordering on accusation. It’s not an attack-- Mulder too gentle with her to ever outright berate her-- but her shoulders slip with the realization that she can’t let go of that self-preserving denial. She fears failing Mulder because she relies on him relying on her: if there was no one to bear up under, to protect from her burdens, to steel herself in service for, then she is left with raw deals and broken promises and death. Scully will only now acknowledge her belief in these supernatural visions because she still has a fallback: comforting medical science, which assures-- lies-- that her health hasn’t degraded (she will butt up against this lie versus belief dichotomy with Mulder again in Gethsemane.) The day she loses even this is a day of reckoning (and it’s coming in Redux II.)

“I know what you’re afraid of,” Mulder assures; and, finally, he cracks his chest open a little to equally share his pain: “I’m afraid of the same thing.”

“The doctor said I was fine,” she tries to assure, throwing in an uncharacteristic nod (something more Mulder’s style than hers)-- and not believing it at all.

Scully is by nature a Starbuck: she denies, denies, denies because to admit is to lose her place at the helm by Ahab, to let him down, to let herself down. And she cannot lose that, too, when she is slowly losing her security in her medical prognosis.

“I hope that’s the truth,” he responds, voice small.

Before now it was the truth-- they had time to banter and bowl. Now elegies have cast everything into morbid confirmation. Science can’t give them the truth-- so all Scully can hand her partner and herself is failure. She stares at him a long time before giving in to defeat in a teary, quiet, “I’m going home.”

Mulder returns her stare as Scully-- with nothing left to say or do or give-- walks away. He had hoped that Scully was holding something back, that there was something she hadn’t admitted because she hadn’t believed in it… and realized that there was nothing-- that, though she won’t give up fighting, there is no other alternative left. Their last reliance is snatched away.

He leans against the wall, opening his mouth in an attempt to gulp in more air. Mulder hasn’t been defeated or given up-- only more grimly resolved-- but the realization that there is nothing to catch Scully from the final fall almost takes his knees out (as it will in Redux II.)

Scully meanwhile makes it to the car before the heavy load of the case, her health, her strides with personal growth, and her “failure” of her partner crush a few tears out of her.

The noise of the ambulance and the sight of a recently deceased Harold Speuller distract her temporarily from her turbulence; but the blooming horror brings all of her emotions more sharply into focus.

She can no longer deny that her health is deteriorating, hallucination or elegy of Harold regardless.

What Happens After Elegy?

It’s no surprise that Mulder would want to reclaim control over his life by thrusting his own health aside to pursue answers for Samantha in Demons; and their hopeless situation fuels his unusually heightened bad behaviors. Desperation then drives him to near suicide, with Scully barely pulling him back from the edge. And when he can’t find answers in his past, well… he concludes he can find answers in his present. Thus, he pursues credible proof of alien life in Gethsemane.

But what about Scully? Did she give up in Elegy by resigning herself to her death?

No, firmly not-- at least in Demons. In Gethsemane it’s a tricky balance: Scully has been told her cancer metastasized; but she only tells Maggie (who blabs to Bill), not Mulder; and makes a purposed comment about his side quest not being her “last dying wish.” However, when new opportunities for salvation crop up, she thrusts herself into work, causing Bill to figure out and mock her intentions: “You think you can cure yourself, don’t you?” Because she does: Scully does think she can cure herself, just as Mulder thinks his truth (in her) will save them. She refuses to give up until every last stone has been unturned; then finally falls apart in the face of death, clinging to Mulder’s hand and her rosary. It’s not until she’s given up completely in Redux II that Scully finally learns the lessons thrust upon her in the cancer arc (as All Things finally teaches her the lessons she’d stumbled over in Never Again and Milagro.)

To conclude: Scully did not lose hope until Gethsemane, with her mortality diagnosis undeniably in her hands; but she doesn’t give up until Redux II when all last resorts have been exhausted.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

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0owhatsamsays · 1 year ago

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I think I am the only one who doesn't see what others see in Aziraphale's expressions in the elevator. We've seen him through a lot of emotions. He was in love, angry, determined, confused, happy, sad, excited, hurt, etc. But none of his previous facial expressions were similar to the ones in the elevator. This, for me, is not Aziraphale. I am sorry, don't come at me. I am not underestimating him. I know he is intelligent and perfectly capable of plotting a master plan to bring them all down. Unfortunately, I don't believe this is the case.

No matter how many times I watch this scene, I don't see it. What I see is Aziraphale going from Aziraphale to something else. And I often find myself not seeing what others see in Good Omens and what might happen next, so I am going to lay out how I see it because I feel the need to do it (because I can't stop thinking about GO... HELP), even when I know, that many won't agree with me, mostly because it includes theories, which many people dismiss. Also, some theories of my own, that I haven't seen anyone talk about.

I am going to start with the thing that I feel like we intentionally ignore, because it hurts thinking what impact it can have, or it had. The erased memories and Book of Life. They aren't just thrown out there to build S2 and then dropped. Especially knowing that S2 is a bridge between S1 and S3. I would even call it an outline. Cut here, so I don't spam, continuing below the cut

How I see it: This is something Heaven has done for ages. After the fall, there were others, for sure. You can't convince me it was only these angels and then no other angel ever rebelled. But as Metatron said, it will look like an institutional problem if they send them all to hell, especially after the fall. But they found a way to solve this problem. Erase their memory, demote them, and start over. Rewrite, rewrite, rewrite.

They were going to demote Gabriel to 38th scrivener!! Gabriel, the supreme archangel. If they can do this to him, nothing can stop them from doing it to others. And not only that. They have the power to erase you completely, but this will be noticed. They call it "extreme sanctions". It's extreme, and therefore - noticeable, so they just overwrite them.

I don't believe the coffee theory. I think it's just symbolic. The almond tree is part of a psalm where God shows the almond tree and says "if you see it, you know I watch", which is explained as: he also judges if you follow him and I think the almond is something like a test - if Aziraphale likes it, then he is still on God's side. And here comes my... I wouldn't even call it a theory, but rather fan fiction (it's my fan fiction, which I am writing right now, but it's possible to have been just like this) Crowley and Aziraphale knew each other before the fall. Aziraphale was Jophiel. She was blond with blue eyes, one of the most beautiful angels, she disliked confrontation, but she had a flaming sword, and she was the companion of Metatron.

She and Crowley (then Barachiel /don't hate me/) were really close, but Metatron, the companion of Jophiel, didn't like that, because Barachiel was a "bad influence". Jophiel started to question Metatron's actions. Metatron erases Jophiel's and Barachiel's memories. Jophiel becomes Aziraphale.

But something draws Aziraphale to one particular angel - Barachiel. Somehow they always seem to find each other. They start getting close again, but then the fall happens and Barachiel falls with the rest. When he falls, any erased memories are restored, but not without an effort.

What he said to Gabriel about "looking at where furniture isn't" - when he fell, he probably had flashbacks of things he didn't remember doing, but he knew it was important to remember. Someone up there was worth remembering. He made an effort to remember and eventually, he did. He remembered Jophiel, and he realized what Heaven did.

After that, he wants to disconnect as much as possible from Heaven and he changes his name. Later, when he adds the "Anthony J.", he adds the J to honor Jophiel. This is the reason why he doesn't explain to Aziraphale what the "J" stands for. He doesn't want Aziraphale to know how they do things in heaven. If he tells him, Aziraphale will rebel and probably will be erased again, and Crowley cannot let this happen. This is also why he said to Aziraphale that he understands better than Aziraphale does. He knows, he remembers.

However, it's too late. As always. Aziraphale is in Heaven and I think they are erasing his memories in the elevator. These expressions were not Aziraphale’s. BUT, now Aziraphale is more human than ever. He felt the strongest human feeling – love. And this love is so deep and long-lasting, that it cannot be erased. It’s coded into his being. You can’t just erase thousands of years. Metatron, you are not God. Don’t try to play God.

Aziraphale will constantly feel something is wrong with him. He will feel that he must be somewhere, he will feel that there is something wrong, he will feel like he must remember something very important. And in the meantime, Metatron will try to distract him with the Second Coming. It has to be started. Then there will be prophets and so on, I won’t go into details. But what about Crowley? Muriel?

Crowley will suffer, then suffer more, and then he will get angry. Really angry. We will see Crowley really bad. It will be sexy, I cannot wait. Bad and hurt. <3 I got distracted, sorry. So he will be angry and it won’t be towards Aziraphale. It will be towards Heaven, Hell, well, everybody. This will be his greatest mission. Nothing more important had happened to him, ever. He is alone, Aziraphale is in danger, the world is in danger and he is the one to save the day. Also, Muriel and the fact that it is said her other name is Abaddon cannot be irrelevant to the story, too. No way.

I have 2 or 3 theories on how it will go on from here, but I am not sure which one to pick. It became a really long post anyway, so I will leave the rest for either the fan fiction I am writing, or for a second large post.

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elvesandlanterns · 2 years ago

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Ghost Helpline Part 12

Zatanna had told Batman her misgivings about the demon girl. Her aura made Zatanna feel small, and dirty. As if she was covered in a layer of dust she could never scrub off.

Her eyes, Zatanna had never seen a demon with golden eyes before. Red and blue, even green but gold? Gold felt like an omen.

The girl reeked of death magic. It was brutally strong. It reminded her when Batman had contacted her about the Lazarus Pit. His expression when she told Batman spoke volumes.

And what the girl got in payment spoke even louder.

Zatanna’s father always had warned her demons were evil.

—- —- —-

Black Canary was busy strangling her husband as Batman went over the minutes.

“Our cameras were unable to pick up much of anything Batman, sorry.”

“It’s fine I remember the demons explanation well enough. First-“

“I CANNOT Believe you could be so stupid! Oliver ! What were you thinking!”

“Sorry sorry!”

Superman pulled a grim smile, “Canary please tell some sense into the man later. If this has taught us anything is that we need to be more prepared.”

“Right we will talk about this later Oliver,” Canary released her husband onto their seat, fuming and lovingly worried.

The green archer picked him self up and turned to the blond magician currently drinking himself to death, “Hey what do you think was up with Konstelacio? Poor girl wasn’t looking too hot.”

Dinha will always admire her husbands caring nature but god sometimes she just wanted to shake him.

Barry released a sigh, “So it want just me then! She really didn’t look to good! She was even acting differently! Want if she hurt? Or in trouble?”

“Bear calm.”

John shuffled threw a stack of paper on Vampire Fog. Bloody hell, for the price of this information the kid really hadn’t asked for much. But the rest of them weren’t going to see it that way.

“She’s -“

“Are you serious? Are you lot seriously worrying about a demon? After what just happened!” Zatanna really couldn’t understand these guys sometimes it was sweet but also incredibly naïve.

“Hey now it was my choice okay I signed the contract with her. We need this cure, ten hours of my life isn’t much in comparison! And I know that so can all of you just stop!” Oliver could understand why they were upset he could. But why couldn’t the see that the girl had cut them some slack… again! In a room of self sacrificing idiot it wouldn’t have been hard to sell her an entire life. Or if her interest in Connor was any indication an entire soul.

“Everyone just hold your bloody horses okay! She’s probably fine looks like she’s got a bit of teleportation sickness that’s all, a magical equivalent of dehydration really. Some rest and food and she’ll be right as rain in no time.”

John said as he fumbled around for their copy of the contract, which was another thing demons typically didn’t let you keep a copy.

Barry vibrated in his seat. Robin, Nightwing, Kid Flash and Superboy (Jon) walked into the meeting. Barry couldn’t concentrate ‘teleportation sickness’, was she teleporting too much? Were … were they hurting her by summoning her? ‘Rest and food’? Was she not resting ? Not eating? What do demons eat? Barry felt his best friend put a hand on his shoulder, and welcome the boys. Right they could talk about this later…. may be Diana would understand.

“Fucking hell,” John was internally screaming as he looked over the contract, “Well then Arrow looks like your contract is air tight- however there is one vague loophole. And a kind one at that.”

Canary shot up in her seat, “What is it?”

John continued, “In the case that contractee cannot fulfill this request another may do so but only at the acceptance of both parties.”

The contract went on for several more pages, goddamn what nutter even wrote this shit?

(Ghost Writer did and made Konstelacio carry around several with her at all times.)

“Wait wait wait,” Wally zipped out, “What happened ? What contract?”

Dinha was too upset for this, nodding to Diana before Oliver opened his mouth to down play the whole thing.

“Well what happened is-“

—- —- —-

// Diana wanted to give the girl the benefit of the doubt, she wanted to get to know her. To hear stories of Pandora and make a new sister. So when Diana saw Konstelacio’s entrance she was worried, “What do you want as payment? I’m sure we can work something out.” Smile Diana don’t scare her, she looks hurt.

Konstelacio looked about the room, Diana hid a smile she really hadn’t thought this threw. Well it was alright, Diana tapped absent mindedly on her sword maybe she could convince a trade for sword lesson? A trip to paradise island? May be Hal was right and they should offer a pet ?

The demons eyes flicked between Flash and Green Arrow. Left, right, left, right, left, left, left. “Him,” she pointed at the archer, “I want him.”

The Amazonian got into a defensive stance. No one was taking her friend.

“No!” “No way!” “Arrow no!” “Stop!”

“Hold on hold on now,” John approached the circle, “You can’t expect us to hand over one of our own. You can find someone else to eat.”

“I don’t want to eat him!”

“You want his soul then?”

“Not really I just want him, I try not to dabble in souls too much. It’s too much work.”

“Too much work? Then what would you need a person for ? Humans are really boring you know, lots of work and needy!”

The demon pouted, “I don’t care I want him!”

John pat Oliver on the back as he nodded to Diana mouthing “play along”.

“Oh well I guess I tried, oh well GA say your goodbyes! I’m sure your wife will miss you very much old friend.” He shook his head sadly, “We will have to call your son. Well then girl how would you like to-“

“WAIT!” Konstelacio wobbled, “You’re married.”

Dinha rushed to Oliver’s side as if to shield him, “Yes he is.”

Oliver picked up on the act, “Yes here she is my better half.”

A look ran across the child’s face, “Well then I can’t have you then.” She stared to breathe a little harder.

“What about me?”

“Superboy!”

“If you don’t care about souls then it shouldn’t matter that I am a clone and I’m not married.”

Hera Conner no! What is he-

“Who said that!!!” The demons face began to shift in color, anger steaming out of every pore.

“What?”

“Who said that you don’t have a soul because you’re a clone? You have one! You have one I see it!” She begun to clench her hands into the skirt of her dress, “Where you like it or not, clone or no clone, Superboy you were meant to be here.”

“Oh I -“

“Forget it. I don’t want you anyway. I need the archer,” she begun to pace the inside of the circle, “But I can’t break up a set!”

She turned to face them, “Ten I want ten hours of your life.”

“Deal.” //

—- —- —-

While the boys sat and digest what they just heard, Constantine finished reading over the cures recipe.

“Bloody hell are you kidding me it’s an energy potion!”

“What’s an energy potion?”

“The cure Z the cure to fucking Vampires Fog is fucking magic caffeine!! Maybe even real caffeine I dunno I’m not a chemist!”

Zatanna took the offending papers glancing over them. She stopped at some papers that were bound together the first page titled like a story book, “Hunting the Sun”.

“What’s this?”

“That is our historical insight to the disease, or at least some of it. No doubt Konstelacio has a better understanding on everything.” And more than likely has already chosen what side she’s on.

Nightwing stepped up to look at the little booklet with Zatanna, “So what is it what’s the story on Vampires Fog? I assume this might lead us to what caused the out break?”

Clark coughed as he stole a look at Bruce. The Bat was updating the files on the disease, he had an idea and as Clark recounted the explanation Konstelacio had given them he hoped that they were both wrong.

—- —- —-

// Clark watched as Oliver signed an agreement that would lead to an early grave, for being Superman he felt both powerless and grateful.

“Alright so first off Vampire Fog was not a disease released from Pandora’s box. The sickness was man made to eradicate their enemies.

The illness is meant to cause the infected to move and think erratically. Leading them to ether kill them selves or kill each other. If anyone survived this stage the next stage would put them to sleep rendering them defenseless.

One side says Vampires made it to level a kingdom in the aftermath of a botched marriage. Some sort of petty revenge.

Another side says the humans made it. The king was a zealot that refused to marry off his daughter to a kingdom of monsters. So when the wedding day came, the humans infected the whole city.”

After that the conversation had devolved and slowed. Batman didn’t ask any questions it was worrying, when was the last time he slept?

—- —- —-

“What the Boy Scout said, it’s a bloody sodding mess.”

Damian stopped to think about this politically, he stopped to think over all of this not like a Wayne but like an Al Ghul. It didn’t sit right with him, the occurrence of this disease and new information way too much of a coincidence. Someone must have planned it on purpose.

“So we have two completely different stories of origin so what ? We got the cure what does it matter whether the humans or the vampires made the disease?”

Diana fixed the young super with a motherly look, “Knowing about the past can help us protect the future. For example know we know that ether way the illness is something consciously made. Which means someone must have made it and released it on purpose.”

“Right now we just need to figure out why.”

“Tt- isn’t it obvious the vampire scum are behind this if humans are the only ones getting sick?”

Boston, visible thanks to John, stepped in,

”Actually a lot of magical creatures have been infected too! They are just a lot better at hiding it. Especially in the larger cities, word is a whole gaggle of vampires died not to long ago from it.”

Zatanna nodded her head, “It would explain why some creatures have been causing havoc in broad daylight- uh - In front of everyone. Magical creatures usually prefer to keep hidden. But if they were sick and could help it. They would rampage regardless of wether regular humans could see them or not.”

Hal thought about the hundreds of times he had to play mediator over the years. He thought of all the aliens and everything they would do to win. God he hated politics, “so ether a group of humans or vampires did this in order to play the blame game. The human group could easy point at magical creatures and blame them for being out of control monsters. Or vampires could be making everyone sick in order to blame the sickness on humans while also looking like the victim.”

The league talked over political moves as they passed the little booklet around. Batman had sent the magians out to gather information and Boston had come back with a lot of it.

The book finally made its way to Green Arrow, he flipped the pages and stopped at the drawing of a castle. It was an old European style with only two distinctive traits. A tower with circle windows and a circle on the entrance grounds covered in swirls.

// “My home! My castle! My kingdom ! Everything’s changed.”//

After the “fight” with the dragon, Oliver had done some detective work of his own. He needed to know more about this ghost and had found almost nothing. But looking at this drawing, he recognized that castle.

The archer looked up at Batman, his shoulders were hunched taking in and writing down every piece of information he heard. His face was passive and he didn’t even bother to look at his sons. Oliver thought about Batman’s distrust of Konstelacio and in turn Captain Marvel. He thought about what he had heard about the two leaguers fight, swallowed and decided to keep his mouth shut.

Batman didn’t need to know.

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arachnaspi · 1 year ago

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This is a rant about a Good Omens post that came across my FYP and it's kinda long so if you don't have the patience/mindset, scroll past :)

Ok but like I can't be the only person who thought when Nina confronted Crowley about his feeling for Aziraphale that Crowley's little "oh" moment was bc he found out other people could see his feelings for Aziraphale, not bc he realized he had feelings for Aziraphale.

Idk, I just saw a post abt how someone was saying (I'm paraphrasing this) "with Crowley's character it's so wrong that he's only realizing now he's in love" and it made me go :T because

1. I didn't interpret that scene that way (and I'll say it, I might be wrong and maybe I missed something that the poster didn't)

2. Based on the wording this poster chose, when they complained about how "wrong" it was for Crowley to act that way, it kinda sounded like they were on the verge of citing bad writing, which hoo boy

About bad writing:

First off, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. If you want to say something is "bad writing" go right ahead but personally, I'd love to hear/read why you think that! I love hearing explanations of opinions (but I understand if someone just wants to throw something out there without it being tossed back at them)

Second, there's a difference between "bad writing" and "[this] doesn't align with what I expected/wanted to happen". Both of these have the given premise that you correctly interpreted what was written in the first place. Now, you can say that "can anything in the world really be interpreted correctly bc we all have our own individual experiences and preconceptions that influence how we see the world?" and I'll say yes of course.

"Bad writing", the way I understand it, is when an author writes a story in a way where characters consistently don't act the way they are supposed to based on what was established in the beginning of the story, or some twist happens where any/all character development disappears and it's supposed to sound like a good thing. (I am aware this is not always the case bc like with chemistry and the English language, writing has many exceptions for all its supposed rules.)

In other words, if one doesn't like how something happened in the work, that's not exactly bad writing, that's simply preference. If one didn't like how the author dragged on and on about how something happened that's unimportant to the rest of the story (e.g. describing a blade of grass for three paragraphs when it has nothing to do with the story), or did something to a character only for shock value and erased their development (or even the story's development) in the process, then that is what I'd consider bad writing. This is just my opinion though and I am not a scholar, I just read/watch a lot.

So, when someone says "it is so wrong for this character to act this way in this one instance" it kinda rubs me the wrong way because 1. Did we interpret that scene the same way? (In this case, no) and 2. If we did interpret this the same way, perhaps the author had a reason for the character acting in this manner - after all it's a one-time event. Sure, it's out of character but it's not bad writing since it's not a pattern. After all, we humans don't always act in-character - if your best friend is cranky after waking up late and clumsily spilling their coffee everywhere in their half-awake haze, are you going to tell them it's wrong for them to act that way after what happened to them? Why are we expecting well-written fictional characters to always hit their beats when we don't do that ourselves?

Maybe I read into this more than I needed to but I had thoughts and nowhere to put them. But if anyone wants to healthily debate or comment on anything I said, feel free! :D And if you want me to clarify something, I'd be happy to do that as well.

#good omens #good omens analysis #good omens season two spoilers #good omens tv #writing #rant #bad writing

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the-uwu-part-of-jazz · 1 year ago

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Could Aziraphale and Crowley become humans after S3? (Debunking)

I’ve seen some people saying that Aziraphale and Crowley could become humans after S3 and I just wanted to write all my thoughts in a post to clearly express why I don’t think this could be the case.

Beware, this is going to be a long post and English isn’t my first language. I hope it makes sense at the end, pardon if I ramble a bit…

So, putting aside the fact that this could be really heartbreaking for us cause they would only have like 40ish more years to be together, it would also make us wonder what would happen to them after their mortal lives end. And that’s when my head started working on 3 possible scenarios, which I’m gonna call:

Both to heaven

One to hell

No heaven, nor hell

Both to heaven

In this scenario, we would get an Aziraphale and Crowley being judged as any human would do after their time on earth is done, and this being the cutest and gentlest scenario of the 3 means both of them would get to go to heaven or some sort of paradise to spend the rest of existence together, which would certainly defeat the point of becoming human in the first place.

What would be the point of turning them mortal if their immortal souls will still be together after all? Knowing that death would mean nothing more for them than any other discorporation they’ve experienced before just to never go back to earth again.

The only possible explanation I can think of for this to happen is if God intended for them to experience love in all their expressions. First as a forbidden love by being hereditary enemies for centuries, then as a sinful and mundane way of loving to still be amazed by what humans can do, to finally live the purest expression of love for as long as She intends.

However, at this point in time, I firmly believe that something would happen during S3 that will clearly state that neither Aziraphale nor Crowley would care at all about heaven (therefore some sort of paradise) to end up as humans to begin with, which granting them the opportunity for both to end up in the place that they deliberately left would contradict all purpose of S3.

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One to hell

Just like the first scenario, we would get our precious Aziraphale and Crowley being judged at the end of their time on earth, but this time we would, as fans, experience hell or even worse than that cause we would see how they get separated for eternity by one being on heaven and the other being punished in hell (which we all know it would be Crowley).

So, I firmly believe Neil Gaiman would have to hate us for this scenario to happen, but when I say hate I mean HATE, like he would want us to suffer and traumatize us to the point of questioning whether life is worth something anymore (Maybe I’m overreacting but seriously !!!)

Just imagine, one of our babies being tortured in unimaginable ways for hundreds and hundreds of years without end just to spend half a century with the other... An eternity of suffering for a blink of happiness.

But like I said, Neil would want to see us suffer for this to happen and I sincerely think he loves us so there’s no need to keep expanding on this scenario when we all know it will just shatter us, but you get my point, right?

There is no need to be that harsh at the end of Good Omens, there is no reason other than spite or wanting to punish the fandom without rhyme or reason. This only leaves us with one other scenario…

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No heaven, nor hell

Let’s suppose something may happen (maybe a war) during S3 that could lead to the fall of heaven and hell altogether. Leaving us a world where humans no longer have a life after death, making us believe that after whatever time they might get as humans that would be it.

No more Crowley and the Bentley, no more Aziraphale and the bookshop. Just like that, as if they never existed in the first place. Everything that they are would be gone and there wouldn’t be many people to remember them or what they did for humanity.

And this, ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary folks, is what in my humble opinion could be the most probable way of ending Good Omens IF they wanted to make Aziraphale and Crowley humans. However, it’s still not probable at all!

I genuinely doubt a series like Good Omens that from the beginning has managed like real all bases of religion (or some parts of it) will at the end turn into its complete opposite, its own antithesis in regards to the religious part. (Do I make sense?) If this particular scenario ends up being the true ending, I will for sure kneel before Neil Gaiman and applaud his braveness for doing something that bold.

Now, as I was writing this, it occurred to me that maybe not all of humanity would be affected by not having an afterlife and there could be a fourth hidden scenario where Aziraphale and Crowley were the only ones who quit their “eternal souls”. But again, even if they were the only ones to not have an afterlife, I believe Neil really wants us to have some sort of happier and not-so-open ending.

Let’s be honest, presuming that if Aziraphale and Crowley end up as humans, this wouldn’t be shown until the last 10-15 minutes of the last episode because that is the greatest plot twist. Hence, making it impossible to explain what would happen to them at the end of their lives and leaving us in an infinite loop of wondering which of all these scenarios would be the right one. We would lose our minds!! And as I said earlier, even if Neil doesn't love us as fans, he loves his characters enough for him to wrap their story as much as possible, therefore giving us a much cleaner ending than the mess all this could be.

TL;DR: Making Crowley and Aziraphale humans is such a mess and Neil loves them so much that he wouldn't let them go through all of that.

Anyway, tell me what y’all think if you made it this far, I would really like to see other’s views regarding this plot or if I inspired you enough to write a fanfic please let me know, I would gladly read them!

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sydtaxerror · 1 year ago

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It continues? Day 5 Extended and new plans.

So I've been wanting to finish my October prompts for awhile now. It felt really REALLY good to write again after literal years of not writing at all, but I let myself get in my own head too much, let myself fall behind, and dropped Holoctober. As a warmup, for something else, I extended one of the most neglected stories from the original run. I'm including the whole thing in case someone stumbles on just this post, but if you read the original Day 5 new content starts at the plus signs.

Day 5: Seiso

In a New York City hospital, on a chilly autumn morning, Sora stood at the foot of Ina’s hospital bed, a strange metallic briefcase in her hand and concern etched into her face. Not far away, A-chan searched for a spot to place the flowers they had brought. The room was filled with the quiet, repetitive beeps of medical equipment. On the other side of the bed was equipment much less standard, a series of runes and arcane enchantments scanning her for increases in extra-planar influence. Sora only knew the basics of either, but collectively they seemed to indicate her heart-rate and physical health had stabilized, and that there was no chance of the Ancient One seizing control of her again any time soon. If anything their health, at least on this plane, was far more precarious than Ina’s own. “It feels wrong to leave her alone. Where is the rest of Myth?” Sora asked.

“From what EN staff say they’ve hardly slept, between taking shifts guarding Ina and trying to hunt down the ones who did this, they’re running themselves ragged. I imagine its also hard to face you, considering you’ve essentially been sent to clean up their mess. Even if we don’t see it that way.”

“I certainly don’t. This wasn’t their fault. We never would have let her be around civilians if we thought this could happen. It should have been impossible, Ina was vetted when she joined and staff were assigned to monitor the Ancient One’s influence. If anything, we failed them.”

“No.” A small voice rang out from the bed, Sora ran over and grasped it. “Ina you should be resting.”

Ina shook her head. “I know it sounds crazy, but me and AO-chan have an…I guess you’d say an understanding. We struggle but there’s rules. Its hard to explain but they wouldn’t do this, not this way. It would be…rude.” She broke into a coughing fit and Sora poured her a glass of water. As Ina drank it Sora tried to understand what she was saying.

“Rude? The creature trying to steal your body and conquer the world wants to be polite about it?

Ina nodded. “They steal worlds like Lupin steals gems. If they were ready, there would be omens, warnings, we’d all be having dreams about the sun being blotted out by darkness. And there definitely would have been casualties.” She shivered, and pulled the blanket tighter around her.

“So what was it?”

“Someone made this happen, planned it. Made sure there would be cameras and civilians caught in it. I heard a song before everything went black. Not something you’d hear at a convention. It was slow, operatic, beautiful but…wrong. As soon as we heard it the balance between me and AO was shattered, they became furious and I couldn’t push them down, it was like I gave up trying to, without even thinking about it.”

Her story told, Ina’s eyes started to grow heavy. Sora smiled gently. “I understand, we’ll do everything we can to make this right, and protect the others. Get some rest for now, we’ll need everyone at their best soon.” Ina drifted into sleep almost immediately.

After making sure Ina was comfortable, Sora checked in with the nurses and the guards. A-chan drew her attention and tapped her watch, Sora nodded. They were running low on time for the other reason they were in New York.

Though far less important to Sora than her kohai’s health, the company’s reputation was in an even more critical condition. Two weeks earlier, Ina had been at a convention in New York City, everyone in the world had seen her lose control, seemingly unprovoked. Tentacles the size of redwood trees had brought down entire buildings. It was a miracle no one had died. No, not a miracle, she corrected herself. You could tell from the footage, even possessed and trapped in her own body Ina made sure no one died.

That wasn’t what had dominated conversation since the footage released however. When supernaturally powerful teenage girls from other planets, dimensions, and even the underworld had started showing up it had been treated as a cute novelty at first. Suddenly humanity felt threatened. Sora had been asked to speak in front of the Council of Nations to represent Hololive. It fell on her shoulders to justify the continued freedom of dozens of idols.

As they walked to the car, Sora noticed, as she had many times lately, a growing unease in the people on the street. There was an anxiousness in the world, a wariness of soul. Even before the now so-called “Ina’nis Incident” people were more guarded and quick to temper. Hopefully this speech could be the first step to putting a stop to all of this. The first step to bringing back everyone’s smiles.

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High above, two cloaked figures watched her enter the car, waiting for a signal. The shorter of them, Salamander, sat on the ledge, swinging her bare feet, which were covered in bright crimson scales and terminated in black talons. She grinned as Sora entered the car. “Woody, they have Aliens, demons and literal gods, and you’re telling me that schoolgirl is priority S1? The one we’re blowing our one and only debut suckerpunch on?” Woodcutter, a towering woman with a set of wolfish ears and ashen antlers peeking through her crimson cloak, only shrugged. “Unlike you I don’t call people weird nicknames or ignore the boss’ orders. Weaver says this speech of hers could unravel Siren’s emotional destabilization…thing. The boss isn’t willing to take that chance. Also, they’re specifically not literal gods.”

“Yeah, just de facto ones. The old man really thinks they’ll just stay out of it huh? Seems nuts.”

“There’s a chance, and a plan. Siren’s calling it her magnum opus, she's even cooperating with Weaver.”

“Well, I’ll believe it when it doesn’t freeze time and stab me three hundred and fourteen times before I can blink.” She rose to her feet and stretched. “But I’m more than happy to get off the bench early. Come on, lets stop waiting for FurFarm to get the balls to signal us and just jump em”

Woodcutter held her back. “Just wait until they’re clear of the hospital. No sense in a bunch of sick and injured humans getting caught up in our fight.” Salamander cackled, “Oh my god, is Charlie's naive bullshit contagious? I don’t need her magic story powers to know that by the end of this one, everyone in that hospital will be long dead. And you shouldn’t either. Who cares if it's today or a few months from now? At least most of them got to live for decades, we’ll be lucky if we turn two by the time the world ends. And I won’t waste any more of that time waiting” Salamander leapt from the ledge and Woodcutter pursued her.

As they landed on the street they found Sora standing there already, as if waiting for them. The vehicle took off, removing A-chan from danger and Sora was in a slight crouch, gripping the briefcase with both hands. Woodcutter scrutinized the situation. The idol was clearly in a fighting stance but even if that briefcase concealed a weapon, it would take time to open it and collect the weapon. With a burst of flames from her feet, Salamander launched herself towards the seemingly unarmed idol. Woodcutter’s eyes narrowed the way Sora was holding it made it seem like the briefcase itself was…”Wait!” she shouted. Salamander managed to slam on the brakes at the last second, forcing flames from her arms and raising them in a defensive posture just as the hilt of a blade, marked with a KoyoLab logo, exploded out of the briefcase and into Sora’s open palm. The idol managed a kind of pirouette, diverting the force so as to catch the blade, while keeping her arm in its socket, and channeling the blade’s explosive velocity into a wide swing directly through where Salamander would have been. Having stopped at the last second Salamander turned what would have been her own decapitation into only a maiming, her forearms cleanly severed and cauterized, falling to the ground unceremoniously. She leapt back, just managing to avoid Sora’s follow-up swing. The two attackers hesitated, gawking between Sora, armed with a Katana that had a glowing blue edge, and the still-smoking briefcase.

Salamander pointed with the stubs of her arms to the katana, “she has a laser sword!? What happened to ‘she’ll be unarmed’?”

Sora looked between the two, happy to have weakened one threat at least. Most of the bystanders were fleeing, but several lingered in doorways and windows trying to capture the fight on their phones. She had to keep the aggressors focused on her, and buy time for her kouhai to respond to the alert she’d sent out as soon as she noticed she was being followed. “It was a gift from a kouhai. I’m still not sure about it as a full-time replacement, the change in weight throws off my form, but the concealability and compactibility were desirable given the circumstances.”

“Hah! Guess ol’ eight-legs ain’t so perfect after all.” Salamander said.

Woodcutter sighed, “Tokino-san, would you have kept that briefcase on you when preparing for your speech.”

“Carry a weapon into a place of diplomacy? Of course not.”

“I thought not.” Woodcutter glared at Salamander.

“Oh, that's why we were supposed to wait huh? My bad.” Salamander rubbed one of her cauterized forearms against the back of her neck. Already the stump was beginning to heal, miniscule fingers had begun to sprout past her burns.

Sora noticed this. On a grand scale, she knew time favored her, with the warning she’d sent out and several bystanders streaming the fight, it was only a matter of time before one of her kohai arrived to even the battle. But if her second opponent reached full function before that happened, Sora felt certain it would mean her death. She charged towards Woodcutter in her moment of distraction. By the time Woodcutter had shifted her full attention back to Sora and began responding, Sora was already in range to swing. Woodcutter managed to brace the axe into an improvised defensive position but Sora simply swung for her exposed fingers. Sora expected the Koyorium-edged blade to easily cut through her enemy’s fingers, weapon, and potentially even wound her chest, instead it only seared halfway through two of her fingers. The recoil from the blow made the blade ring out, and pain shot through Sora’s hands. It was as if a regular blade had been swung at a tank, but this was a blade that could cut through a tank.

What could she possibly be made out of, Sora wondered. Woodcutter seized on her astonishment forcing her uninjured hand into the back of the axe blade and managing a rolling swing towards Sora’s, now over-extended, arms. Taking nothing for granted Sora took the blow as cautiously as possible, using the leverage of her blade and her body’s movement to minimize the force as much as possible. Despite it being an improvised strike and Sora expertly mitigating it, the axe swung with an amount of force Sora hadn’t had to bear since the strikes she deflected incompetently when she first learned to parry. If that's what she can do with a jab to the back of her blade, I’ll be crushed if I’m forced to take a full swing. Leaping back from the exchange Sora flexed her numb hands, getting back full feeling.

Woodcutter looked down and flexed her own right hand, two of the fingers hanging limply. “Despite all my advantages, I disrespected you by allowing my attention to waver. You’ve exacted a fair price for that.”

Before Sora could respond Salamander laughed, “Oh my god! You’re such a drama queen. I told the old man you’d half-ass it if we two-v-one’d her.”

“No longer,” Woodcutter said, hefting her axe and beginning a charge.

As she pondered how to receive a charge from someone who might swing with the force of an elephant, Sora noticed Salamander waving with fully-formed hands, before using her flames to launch herself into Sora’s blindspot. She heard another explosion directly behind her, no doubt launching Salamander directly into Sora’s flank. She was caught between an anvil and a hammer, she might be able to receive either strike on its own, but certainly not both. As she’d predicted, it was over. Nonetheless she proceeded as it was not. She feinted towards Woodcutter, then pirouetted on the spot, swinging her blade in a wide, sloppy arc, hoping to catch Salamander in another drastic over-commitment. Her heart sunk as she turned. Salamander had learned from her mistake. She was several feet away, palms outstretched, mustering some yet unseen flame. As the radiant flames gathered in Salamander’s palms, Sora already felt the intense heat even from feet away. It felt like a violent sunburn just from a few sparks. She heard Woodcutter’s massive frame diving out of the way of the attack, and knew it was already too late to do the same. She closed her eyes. I’m sorry everyone, you’ll have to play Yokohama arena without me. The fire never came. Instead there was a wet, cleaving sound and a shouted “Oh come on.”

Sora opened her eyes to see Salamander’s hands once again hurtling through the air. A tall, cloaked figure stood between Salamander and Sora. Calli threw back her hood, and smirked at Salamander. “Sup.”

#tokino sora #hololive #holoctober #holomyth #holoen

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[TL] Asking God for a Favour ☆/Rinne Amagi 4*

Woah woah, your favourite food is tissue? Eating paper makes you look like a goat ♪

Character(s): Rinne Amagi, Hiyori Tomoe, Kanata Shinkai, Niki Shiina, Kohaku Oukawa, HiMERU

Season: Autumn

Location: Resting Room

Rinne: (The next job is in an hour… I would go play pachinko but there ain’t enough time for a full game)

(I could go to Cafe Cinnamon, but no point if Niki ain’t there)

(How can I kill some time here then…? There’s gotta be somethin’ I can do to escape boredom)

(...Ah)

Oi, Hiyori-chan ♪ What are the chances, eh? I’m happy to see you

Seeing Hiyori-chan feels like a good omen. Your catchphrase must be some sort of blessing from God...♪

Hiyori: Rinne-senpai. I know you’re so happy to see me that you’ve shed a few tears, but today looks like awfully bad weather…

Rinne: Huh, somethin’ wrong? You good? Have you caught a cold?

Hiyori: I came here to get a snack you see, yet the quiche I want is out of stock

I personally sent in a handwritten letter so they could stock the quiche I like. It’s disgraceful that I can’t eat it right now

Rinne: Woah woah, your favourite food is tissue? Eating paper makes you look like a goat ♪ [1]

Give us a “baaa”, Hiyori-chan…☆

Hiyori: I will not be saying that. I am not a goat!

I’m not in the mood to be teased, okay? Why are you trying to wind me up?

Rinne: If I’ve got a buncha free time, and I spot an acquaintance, can I not go have a chat with them?

We share the same room, so get along with me a lil’, yeah? Gyahaha ☆

Hiyori: The same room, hmm… In that case, wouldn’t it be lovely to go speak with Kanata-kun? He is also quite lucky, though obviously not as much as me

Rinne: Whaddya mean?

Hiyori: This is a rumour, but back when he attended Yumenosaki, it really seemed as he could grant some people’s wishes, and so he was worshipped for it

Rinne: People’s wishes? Gyahaha. That’s gotta be a lie. What, is he a God or somethin’?

Hiyori: Fufu. Believe what you want, Rinne-senpai, it’s up to you

Time: 6 hours later

Location: Rinne, Hiyori, and Kanata's room

Rinne: (Fuah, finally it’s over. Another day of hard work, good job me~)

(Gotta put my bags down then I can head out. My beloved gambling is waitin’ for me ♪)

(Should I go to the pachinko parlour first? Or maybe try that new place that opened up recently?)

(...Huh?)

Kanata: Zzz…zzzzzz…

Rinne: (When did you get back, Kanacchi? I didn’t even notice)

(He’s fast asleep. Are ya havin’ a good dream?)

…………

(He would “grant people’s wishes”, hmm…?)

(I get that this rumour’s pretty baseless but, it wouldn’t hurt t’give it a go—)

(Whispering) I’m prayin’ I win big

(Right then, let’s put this to the test ♪)

Time: A few days later

Location: Cafe Cinnamon

Niki: Sorry for the hold up~. Here are your two specials of the day~

HiMERU: Thank you very much

Kohaku: …Hey, Niki-han. I have one thing I just gotta ask ya

HiMERU: Oukawa

Kohaku: Ain’t you worried HiMERU-han? It’s not jus’ us, Niki-han should know too

Uhh, over there…That’s Rinne-han, right? Sitting by the counter?

Rinne: …………

……Sigh

Kohaku: He’s really engrossed in whatever he’s thinkin’ about, did something happen? Do you think he ate something strange?

Niki: Ehh. Please don’t say he got food poisoning from here

It is weird he hasn’t come over to bother us. Now that you say that, he’s acting different than usual

HiMERU: Well then, not even Shiina knows

Kohaku: HiMERU-han, where you goin’?

HiMERU: HiMERU is going to ask him directly. It’s a waste of time to sit around discussing matter when we don’t know anything

Amagi, are you alright?

Rinne: …Hey, Merumeru. Do ya believe in God?

HiMERU: …Huh?

Kohaku: Damn, Rinne-han’s already broken

Niki: Uwaa, this is bad. Who can fix him? Little brother-san?

Rinne: I ain’t broken, I’m just fine

I dunno how or why but, if you get on your hands and knees in the same room as Kanacchi and then go play pachinko, you will always win big

I thought it was bullshit, but I think he might actually be a gambling God…

Don’t get how it's related but, whatever ♪ Gyahahaha!

Time: A few more days later

Location: Rinne, Hiyori, and Kanata's room

Hiyori: I’m home! If anyone’s here, I’d like a lavish entrance to welcome me!!

Kanata: Welcome home, “Ohisama”-san

Hiyori: Kanata-kun, are you okay? I’ve come back, yet you’re not in a good mood?

Kanata: My mood is “average”, but I am “confused”

Recently, “Chief”-san seems to be weirdly making a ��fuss” over me

Hiyori: Making a fuss?

Kanata: Yes. He gave me an inflatable “pool”, and keeps bringing me to “seafood” restaurants

I do not understand his “intentions”. It is troubling

Hiyori: Ahh. I have an idea or two as to why. I’ll let you in on it

Time: A few moments later

Hiyori: —And that’s why. It seems he thinks that the more he pampers you, the better his gambling luck will be

I’m pretty sure he thinks you’re actually a gambling God now

Kanata: Hm. So that is why he is acting like a “suck-up”

This feeling of being used, I do not like it

Rinne: I’m back~...

Kanata: Ah, “Chief”-san

We must talk. I am not a “gambling god”, yes?

Rinne: Ah...haha. So was I caught prayin' to you?

To be honest, that woulda been great to know earlier. I just lost majorly

Haa… What a society we live in. It was too good to be true…

Hiyori: You’re banned from sighing in front of me! If Kanata-kun is no good, then you can worship me instead!

I am the one here who is from Eden, who carries the name of a paradise governed by an omnipotent and omniscient god, so if you treat me right, you may receive my blessings!

Rinne: Ew, no. Not a chance~. Are you tryna push your religion on me~? What should lil' Rinne-kun do~♪

Hiyori: Give it a try! Perhaps try making a bronze statue of me so you can worship it everyday

Rinne: Hehe~, Hiyori-sama~☆[2]

Hiyori: Hmm, I don’t like your tone! Say it with more respect!

Rinne: Damn. This god’s got a lotta demands~

I think Rinne misheard Hiyori saying quiche (キッシュ/kisshu) and thinks he said tissue (ティッシュ/tisshu). Goats do like to eat tissue apparently…

God is referred to with "sama", so Rinne's doing the same to Hiyori

#ensemble stars #enstars #rinne amagi #niki shiina #HiMERU #kohaku oukawa #hiyori tomoe #kanata shinkai #translation

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Hi Sam! (｡･♡･｡) hope your doing very well! Cause im not hahah ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ im doing some very tedious work here, i feel like my feet are gonna explde hahhaaha Do you have a theory/interpretation on tot's prologue or have u already talked about that? Always here waiting 4 watever fic u write!♡ have a good day!

CUTE NONNIE HELLO!!! im sorry you're having a bad day hopefully this'll make it better! because holy shit you got me hella thinking about the prologue. honestly i've done stuff alluding to things in the prologue like how i thought vyn could've been the most likely candidate to betray the nxx (which, honestly, i also need to revisit bc i don't think so anymore) or maybe in the theory chain relating to artem, but i haven't properly introduced my ideas in a singular post. and now that it's been a year, let's dive back into theory city, shall we? i, for one, haven't thought about the prologue in ages so i am so ready to revisit that. put on your tinfoil hats, cuz here we go!

sam's prologue theory extravaganza

1.2k words

okay so the first thing we see is Rosa. they are your stand-in for this universe, the person you control. there's this chime we hear at the beginning when the camera zooms in which i'm attributing to entering a state of hypnosis. because that's what's happening IMO, rosa is in a hypnotic state. u know how some hypnotists go 'now sleep' and snap their fingers? that's what that little chime is to me, a kind of trigger that makes rosa fall asleep.

the first person we encounter is luke who is surrounded by the fog and shadows. this is literally so indicative of what's happening with rosa, especially in this event current event (entwining hearts). this is a person rosa knows but because 8 years have passed, do they truly know who he is? luke, being hidden in the shadows, represents that duality of 'i know you, but do i?'. luke drops his key once he disappears with the ravens (which, you know, ravens are omens of death but also of wisdom). this key is incredibly important to him as it opens a box of treasured memories he has. i don't know if i recall this correctly but didn't rosa give him the box (and by proxy the key?) either way, rosa opens the key at our choice (but is it really a choice when it's the only option?) this segues to the next male lead and then to the next, but let's take a detour to what vyn says at the end when he was holding luke's key.

"The key to the chest of memories... Did you see the answer inside? Was it what you wanted?"

in the end of his chapter 4 we actually do see (or, well, read) what was inside of his chest. and it was right, it did hold memories. so why is he pointing this out to us? here's my (new) interpretation of this.

each male lead represents something within the hypnotic state. luke, obviously, is memory. marius is the image you give to society (or the mask), artem is career, and vyn is the self. why is vyn the self?

think about the standard types of hypnosis for a second. there are two ways to take you out of a hypnotic trance: the hypnotist slowly rouses you out of your state of hypnosis or you get the classic 'wake up' with a snap. what i'm arguing is that rosa, when they wake up, wasn't really out of the hypnotic trance. this is purely my own experience with hypnotism (yes, i have been hypnotized before) but i wasn't... that receptive to it. i 'woke up' mid-session and kinda just walked off stage.

but here's why i'm saying this: vyn may have put them into an inception-esque hypnotic trance. some people just have a natural resistance to this, so why not go deeper and deeper until there's no way you can resist to it? it would explain why vyn knew about the chest and was able to materialize it, same with the other mementos the rest of the male leads had. its why we don't hear another chime as rosa wakes up, and why they're being hypnotized again. but why is vyn the self? because vyn is known to analyze situations. in this case, vyn is the representation of analyzing rosa and their attachments.

now, let's move on to another male lead: marius. marius' whole thing is about painting rosa as he sees them. i couldn't really,,, find what flower rosa is holding in the painting but i'm going to go on a limb and say that they're lilac bushes. lilac bushes represent spring and renewal, which seems about right as marius sees rosa as something new and, frankly, refreshing. he doesn't have to hide his 'true' nature around them, he can just be himself. but why the change to the crying picture?

i dont think that you have to interpret this literally, as like luke's introduction. i think that the painting, as much as it represents rosa, it also represents marius. you have to peel back into the layers in order to get to the trauma/the thing people don't want you to see.

"Using a painting to conceal the truth? Perhaps you can fool the eyes, but not the heart."

honestly, you can kind of see this in marius' personal story 4 with the cautionary tale marius' uncle. the guy tried to shield his wife from the public because he truly loved her. in the end, marius followed his heart even tho he tried to contain the truth.

artem's is... one i really like for theory stuff, mostly because of the graveyard. if we keep following the pattern, artem's gravestone isn't really in regards to a person, but rather a thing. i honestly think this one is about the fears of losing a case, or maybe the career rosa has tried so hard to obtain. it's also very linked to artem's second story and beyond. artem, in the beginning, and overall as a character, is a very rigid person. he's a very black and white person, right? that's why the balance fits him so well as a character, his whole shtic is learning how to be in the grey. no one is truly black or white, you know? but it also ties into his indecisiveness regarding rosa in the entirety of the year before he confessed. in his phone call before anni he's like 'i don't wanna live without regrets', tying back to the what-ifs and how in that instance, that was a moment where he had to choose. the flowers themselves represent abundance, elegance, and royalty, but focusing on abundance here. if the flowers that represent abundance are left in a grave, what does it mean?

"Ironic, is it not? Adhering to your convictions but betraying your heart... In the end, it was all for naught,"

in the end, it means indecision leading to regret. something happened that rosa now regrets, and we know that happens too in episode 6.3, who's to say something similar in regards to a case that hasn't happened?

and then... vyn also analyzes himself, why he is there.

"Even if the world were against you... Would you still stand by your choice?"

honestly i think vyn's is the simplest to explain: do you trust yourself? because vyn represents the self and reflection of actions, he is able to pinpoint and ask questions about the things he is able to materialize. vyn is there to ask 'why do i feel the way i do'?

tl;dr and as a recap to yall at home:

rosa is in an inception-like hypnotic state

each boy represents a part of herself

marius represents the way people perceive rosa

luke represents the memories that make rosa... rosa

artem represents career and opposing forces

vyn represents the self and analyzes all the boys + HIMSELF

now, that's just what i can gather through the video itself. if i want to start going into why rosa is in this state, that's a whole other post if yall want it. i do have theories for that! they have to deal with repressed memories and stuff, possible betrayal, and other stuff that involves theorizing about the future of the main story :D

but yeah, thank you for the ask cutie!!! <3

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