#eden mir

[ariesimping]

As Cale give names to these children is also the day these beings seen Cale as the one who gives them meaning.

Raon Mir [ Joyful Dragon ] (to live a joyous life)

Dodam Mir [ Proud Dragon ] (growing up healthy and strong)

Eden Mir [ You are you/Whether ] (whatever you are, you are you)

[jlmasaysmoneyisbest]

Batman x TCF AU

SO like

Cale and his kids transport there

they get settled

Headcannon:Cale is a Batman fan

(just makes some things easier on me)

the kids wander off

Bomb the joker

they then say their father is looking for them

but they the kids look like they have been rolling around in garbage for weeks.

The bomb was made in a hurry with some things they found around because they are genius

their clothes are torn because they fell from a height but you know Cats land on their feet and Raon was raised around cats (:

so the bats think they are abandoned and take them to the wayne house saying he can take care of you

do a quick change and welcome them in

(They have foster care? on speed dial)

Cale searches for them

finds Eden(DHB) who has just hatched from his egg and missed Cale and Raon and teleported to them

then 3 days later an angry and worried

Cale comes aknocking

after hearing about what his children did

because A. he knows Joker and that creep reminds him of WS and Cloph combined

B.They deliberately wandered off

C.The Waynes tryin to keep his kids!!!

So at this point the story could go either way

Bruce could either adopt Cale(he does have adult children plus grandchildren)

Or

Bruce and Cale could fall in love

Bruce is probably around 40s? in this world

which would work with Cale who is mentally almost in his 40s

and probably more reasonable is if this is after they defeat the hunters and slacker life time so Cale body is now physically in the 30s and BAM it fits

honestly this is what my brain thinks up during class......I missed so many notes ): XD

[cippicat]

What happened to Evie and Jacob Frye after Syndicate and JTR's DLC ?

Following the defeat of Crawford Starrick, Evie and Jacob continued to operate in London.

After her betrothal to Henry, Evie eventually relocated to India and became affiliated with the Indian's Brotherhood.

Did they have children? Yes, because in the Assassin's Creed Descendants (a group of assassins that operated and were based in London, in the 2010s) one of the members named Jackie O'Connell, is Evie's descendant.

I think that Evie and Henry had at least one daughter.

In 1888, afterr returning to London, Evie converged with Inspector Frederick Abberline, who brought her up to speed with the serial killer Jack The Ripper and the rest is history.

After the events of the DLC, Evie and Henry decided to move back to London.

I think that they took this decision because (these are my speculations):

They lost the favour of the Crown after queen Victoria's death

The first world war was approaching

The Templars were re-conquering power in London

We have several informations about Evie but what about Jacob ?

As Evie married Henry and moved with him to India Jacob remained in London to continue leading the Rooks and reinforce the Brotherhood.

I think that Jacob fall into a great depression after Evie's departure but he started healing after the birth of his son, Emmett Frye*.

Who is his partner ?

We have no informations so I made up some theories:

A fellow member of the Rooks

A childhood friend from Crawley

One of his apprentices

Where is she? I think that she died from childbirth and Jacob raised Emmett on his own. Jacob tried hard to be a better father than Ethan.

Emmet is the spitting image of his father but he is a shy and sweet kid. But when he wore his hood and hidden blade he became a great Assassins just like his father.

Probably Jacob sent Emmett away (to protect him) during the events of the DLC. The boy was still a teenager at that time because Lydia was born in 1893 and the events of the DLC took place during 1888.

After the Autumn of terror, Jacob suffered from PTSD but he recovered thanks to Evie who returned to live in London with him.

In 1893, Jacob became a grandfather and raised and trained his granddaughter Lydia to be an assassin (with the help of Evie).

Lydia Frye helped Winston Churchill to protect London from german spies and Templar agents during the first world war.

Lydia's fiancé, sam Crowder, asked Jacob first for her hand. Jacob wasn't impressed.

How the Frye's twins died ? Of old age surrounded by their grandsons and granddaughters.

*I don't know if this is Jacob's son name but I read this name in the fandom so I decided to use this one.

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

A Collection of the Most Gorgeous RC MCs

I’ll expand this list as I play more books!

[lemonhemlock]

eden by cacharel being such a hit with the masses, getting me compliments at the office, yet my bf seems to be the only one who doesn't like it!!!!! shame!!!

so the way i envision this is that it's a hot, humid day and you're riding around in your all-terrain vehicle and ursula stanhope outfit, you break hard so the rubber heats up and you stop to smell the most exquisite wet white flowers in the background amid all the sleepy greenery

it's the rarest garden scent & really comes alive on a boiling, watery day!!!

[pommedepersephone]

Buck up, Hamlet! or how Aziraphale and Crowley's blocking helps communicate the evolution of their relationship

Can we talk about the blocking?

Specifically, I have been rewatching S1E3, one of my favorites. I love how the development of the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley is shown through these little vignettes. There have been some great explorations of the costuming and dialogue, but what always strikes me is the BLOCKING. The way their placement and movements add such depth and tell the story of living as a queer person, having to communicate in coded language.

Through the episode, we get 4500 years of history - Eden, Mesopotamia, Golgatha, Rome and Wessex - to see Aziraphale and Crowley standing on their opposite sides. Aziraphale always on the right, Crowley always on the left. But after the Arrangement, their blocking changes drastically and becomes much more fluid and nuanced. Each scene after this is distinct but the scenes in at the Globe and the Bastille have the most development, and I find myself rewatching them A LOT. Here is what I see. 

All the World's a Stage

This is the first meeting we see that isn’t a chance encounter, though the two try to stage it as such. It takes place in a theatre - and they are acting, playing their roles as demon and angel. Even the humans are complicit in this performance, with Shakespeare stepping in to address the two "in your roles as the audience." Oh, delicious.

But once it's been firmly established for anyone watching that they AREN'T friends, they DON'T know each other (cough cough) the following moves are clearly choreographed and have been played out many times before. Crowley sashays to the right, opening the dance, and Aziraphale accepts the invitation to dance with: “What do you want?” 

“Why ever would you insinuate that I might possibly want something?” Crowley is just playing his role as cheeky demon offering up a temptation - but his position to the right of Aziraphale speaks to the fact that they are both very complicit in this performance.

“You are up to no good.”  “Obviously. And you are up to good, I take it? Lots of good deeds?” Just standard character establishment, here.

“No rest for the, well, good." Ah, this line, the inversion of the well known idiom. Because the line between good and evil (and between angel and demon) maybe aren't so distinct, and Aziraphale acknowledges this with his words. We are moving into negotiations now. "I have to be in Edinburgh at the end of the week. A couple of blessings to do, and a minor miracle to perform. Apparently, I have to ride a horse.”

“Ah hard on the buttocks, horses. Major design flaw, if you ask me. I’m meant to be headed to Edinburgh too this week. Tempting a clan leader to steal some cattle.” The way Crowley moves AROUND Aziraphale here, intimate but also careful, watching for his reactions.

“Doesn’t sound like hard work.” Said with a little sideways look, because Aziraphale can see where this is going. And he's open to suggestion temptation.

“That was why I thought we should… well, bit of a waste of effort. Both of us going all the way to Scotland.”

“You cannot actually be suggesting what I infer you are implying?” A little bit of pretense, because Aziraphale has to pretend to be tempted, right?

Crowley presses. “Which is?” Because he is willing to play the part of tempting demon, but only if it is clear this is a farce, that this is indeed mutually agreeable. He is making sure they are doing the same dance.

"That one of us goes to Edinburgh and does... both. The blessing and the tempting."

Yes, they are doing the same dance, and what is left is the formality of concluding the dance - a moment of Aziraphale expressing his concern for Crowley, the coin toss - they both know how it ends. It's a ritual, an act of give and take.

But if it were ONLY the Arrangement, a simple quid pro quo, it would have ended there. It doesn't. Instead, the two offer each other a more intimate exchange - "It'd take a miracle to get people to come and see Hamlet."

Aziraphale doesn't even have to ask with words, just a look, and Crowley happily agrees. That is the final part of the dance, a small acknowledgement that this isn't just about making their jobs easier.

A Free Man in Paris

Paris is something else. This is a HUGE step beyond making sure that audiences like a show your angel is particularly fond of. This is a stolen dangerous moment, an OUTRAGEOUS flirtation that takes place outside of time, conducted in clear view of others but beyond their understanding. Isn’t that how their entire relationship is now conducted, hidden in plain view and so clearly affectionate? 

And look, Aziraphale is BITCHY in this scene. Peak That Bitch. He's just purchased a bookshop, he's creating a very permanent place for himself here on earth - Aziraphale is feeling quite proud of himself. In fact, he's preening a bit that he has figured out how to exist, even in some small limited way, as himself within the confines of the system of Heaven. Buuuut he may have gone just a bit too far, and gotten himself in a spot of trouble. He has landed in a prison, threatened with "death" and stuck because he's already gotten a warning about being frivolous with his miracles. Oh jolly good that Crowley is here to save the day!

There is something raw being communicated here here, where both Aziraphale and Crowley are presenting themselves to the world in ways that are dangerous. Aziraphale's reaction tells us that Crowley's look is doing things to him, but also in a way that it is NOT socially appropriate. Aziraphale may have showed up in all the trappings of an English aristocrat, but here is Crowley as a French royal sympathizer. NEITHER of these are safe choices in the middle of a revolution. The costuming is so critical to fully appreciating this scene, so check out the amazing clothing overview with @cobragardens.

When Crowley arrives and stops time, he and Aziraphale find themselves situated facing one another, but angled so they aren’t facing straight on. Interestingly, from Crowley’s perspective, he is where he is supposed to be - the left of Aziraphale. But Aziraphale, from his perspective, is also to the left of Crowley. It was Aziraphale after all who initiated this situation, who put himself in danger by being too… Aziraphale. It’s dangerous to be yourself when you don’t fit into heteronormative social expectations, isn’t it? Still, the two keep up a very flirtatious banter as they discuss the situation, and Crowley maintains his very-intentionally-unbothered sitting position up until Aziraphale goes too far and thanks him for coming to his rescue.

While Crowley is also flirting with danger in the way he is dressed, he also didn't just pop over for a nibble dressed this way. And whatever he might have been up to was interrupted so he could rescue Aziraphale from the consequences of his own reckless authenticity. After removing the chains, Crowley pushes Aziraphale to reconsider his honest expression of himself in this exact place and time - for the sake of survival.

Aziraphale, willing to risk himself alone, rather quickly adopts a more acceptable appearance when it might impact Crowley. It is only after Aziraphale is safely disguised and returned to his proper place to the right of Crowley, ONLY then does Crowley restart time. They can go enjoy lunch now, with the proper precautions and masks in place.

For these two particular human-coded occult beings, this is also such an honest moment. They both showed up damn authentically - Aziraphale so fabulously ostentatious, focused on chasing down some pleasure (in this crepes) and Crowley wrapped in a clear protest against the current violence. Just as Aziraphale indicated with his "Oh good LORD" as he looked the demon up and down with obvious thirst, Crowley's request to Aziraphale to change his appearance and mask better is done in such a way that affirms that Crowley LIKES who Aziraphale is without the mask.

The scene is so playful on the surface, the body language and dialogue flirtatious. It's something so familiar to the queer experience, making light of the absolute danger that we must sometimes navigate just to exist. The more I watch it, the more obsessed I become.

A Spot of Bodysnatchin'

It is worth remembering that we didn't get this scene in S1.

I am going to go through it soon, because again they dance back and forth beautifully in this minisode, but suffice to say we all know... it didn't end well for Crowley.

No Walk in the Park

The moment in St. James Park is brief, and it wasn't until S2 and the meeting at Edinburgh that we got the full context for this meeting. But even without this, we can clearly see that things are weighing heavily on Crowley. The scene in the Bastille took place in a prison, with the threat of execution over their heads. The juxtaposition of this conversation taking place in a park - a place that is not only NOT inherently dangerous but looks lovely and welcoming - only highlights the change in Crowley's attitude. He still attempts to be playful, but he's afraid. Look at that paper, it's a bit crumpled, he's been carrying it around for a while.

They are firmly entrenched on their assigned sides for the entire conversation, both very stiff. It feels uncomfortable to watch. When Aziraphale refuses his request, and indicates whatever is between them is just "fraternizing" with the enemy, we get a glimpse of how fearful Crowley really is. In none of these flashbacks has Crowley ever spoken to Aziraphale with the anger we see here. When they part in anger, it feels wrong.

Take Me to Church

So there is a long break between meetings now. But then, ah, the church. The place Aziraphale realizes his feelings. (Look, if Michael says this is where Aziraphale realized he'd fallen in love, I am not here to argue.) What I love is that again we see Crowley and Aziraphale swapping sides. Crowley is here to save his wayward angel, AGAIN. Despite feeling the ill effects of walking on consecrated ground, Crowley is here to save his angel and defeat Nazis. It's definitely not remotely evil intentions.

It isn't like the Bastille, but some of the parallels exist - Aziraphale failing to grasp the risks of his actions. And the silliness of his little dance coupled with just how deadly serious this situation is harks back to their flirtations in the prison.

Crowley is to the right of Aziraphale from the time he arrives until the bomb drops. Then in the rubble, with the danger past, we see them on their assigned sides again. UNTIL Crowley hands Aziraphale the books he saved with a "little demonic miracle of my own." He then crosses Aziraphale, and we see the look of absolute adoration as the angel watches him walk away to the right.

Sweeeeeet baby Jesus, baby girl has it BAD.

Always Crashing in the Same Car

This extremely heartbreaking scene has been dissected, chewed over, breaking our little hearts with it's sharp pieces.

But it is purposeful that this scene took place in the Bentley. Being in the car is symbolic because Aziraphale is here making an offering to Crowley, in his space, something that he Aziraphale feels is WRONG which is highlighted by his placement to the left of Crowley. He is scared, acting against all his own desires, but he does it anyway because he cares for Crowley. It's simple, powerful placement. Need to hurt more? Yeah, thought so. Take a deeper look at the dialogue with @zionworkzs.

[gotholdladywithadhd]

Good Omens Song of the Day

This song describes Crowley so well its heartbreaking

"Lass mich los und lass mich fallen Es wird hell in Eden

Let me go And let me fall It's getting light in Eden

Fang mich auf und sprich ganze leise Sag mir, alles wird gut

Catch me And speak softly Tell me it's alright"

Lyrics English and German

Hell in Eden/Light in Eden

Lass mich los und lass mich fallen Es wird hell in Eden

Let me go And let me fall It's getting light in Eden

Fang mich auf und sprich ganze leise Sag mir, alles wird gut

Catch me And speak softly Tell me it's alright

Immer auf dem Weg immer auf der Hut Immer einsam und doch nie allein

Always on the move Always on my guard Always lonesome And yet never alone

Immer auf der Flucht doch nie angekommen An einem Ort um mein Leben gerannt

Always on the run But never arrived Anywhere I've run for my life

Immer am Abgrund und weitergerannt Weiter und weiter die Zeichen verkannt

Always on the edge And carried on On and on Misread the signs

Weitergelaufen weiterverbannt Weiterversteckt doch niemand erkannt

Walked on Banished away Always hidden But recognized no one

Weitergezogen ohne Verstand Ich bin nicht mehr ich hab mich umbenannt

Moved on Without understanding I'm no longer me I've changed my name

Gestern und morgen immer gehetzt Worte verschluckt und Bedeutung verschätzt

Yesterday and tomorrow Always hounded Swallowed my words And misjudged their meaning

[may--hawk]

sweet thing (ineffable remix)

With your champagne eyes / and your saint-like smile

Aziraphale’s learned what the Bentley sounds like from three blocks away, can make out the sound of it accelerating through the red light on Tottham Street even when it’s almost lost under the cacophony of protesting horns. His record, whatever record he’s got on, stops sometimes, just like his heart, funny old thing, as Crowley rounds the corner, the roar of the car now immediate, swelling to fill the whole street, pedestrians turning to look, backing up, some yelling or gesturing. He hears when Crowley revs the ending at them to get them out of the way, recognizes the particular grind of brakes and squeal of tires as Crowley pulls up to the curb. And then Crowley breezes into the shop, all dynamite and jumping jacks, bringing with him the smell of outside, of autumn, the smell of Eden he carries with him always. They both do. Aziraphale wonders if Crowley knows, if he can pinpoint that particular Earth-odor underneath their other smells, something all tree and leaf and green and life. He rather thinks Crowley can, if it’s any indication of why Crowley breathes in, deep, whenever Aziraphale’s around.

Crowley prowls the shop, restless, picking up knick-knacks and putting them down again, hundreds or even thousands of years of knickknacks, things made of the Earth, things that perhaps should have gone back to the Earth by now that Aziraphale has, regardless, kept carefully separate and whole, as remembrance. As celebration.

“Come on, angel,” Crowley says after his fifth circuit of Romance, 1800-1880. “Let’s go.”

So they go.

It’s a celebration - October 21st, the very first day of the world, a Monday, this year. (“Changes every year,” Crowley had said once sagely back in Mesopotamia, oh, ages ago, when they were drinking beer to celebrate the Earth’s birthday, as champagne hadn’t been invented yet.) They celebrate every October, in every city they’ve been together in. And sometimes if they aren’t. Like when Crowley says, “Just popped into Marrakesh for a quick temptation,” and then he’s gone in the morning,1 having found, after all, no time for the temptation, between the drinking, and the eating, and the reminiscing. Or Aziraphale will call Crowley up in Vegas, will listen to the lines click and hum with the distance between them, the distance that is this world stretching so wide and vast under them and around them and even above them.

(And they celebrate, too, or have celebrated, in their times of popularity, New Year’s Day and Samhain and the Russian Orthodox New Year and the Chinese New Year because who are they to miss a good excuse for champagne? But they both know that this one is the one that counts. October 21st. They do all sorts of things - drink and dine and go to shows and go on walks but mostly they tell stories, their favorite game: Remember when? Remember them? And at the end of the night,2 always, they end up talking about the Garden, because that’s what it all comes back to, that is how the Earth stared, where the very core of its soul is - if planets can be said to have souls.3)

This October 21st is a beautiful bright unexpected autumn day, the sky pure blue against the trees, orange and yellow and red, warm enough in the sun that it feels like Eden again, when everything was gentle and soft and warmly lush, everything Adam and Eve could ever need right at their fingertips. The magnolias used to blossom as Eve walked by, a continuous riot of color and bloom. These trees are different, this city is different, these people are different, but the hearts of everything are the same, tree and bedrock and human, all a testament to the Earth’s great constancy.

Crowley’s wanted to see some new plant at Kew Gardens, he says casually - as if Aziraphale doesn’t know he hisses a pep talk at the new exhibits to grow better, taller, more beautiful, and that if they do well enough, that Crowley will return with a sharp knife and one of his miraculous mysterious pockets to take cuttings. After, dinner; after that, the bookshop, where they will drink a toast to the Earth, the only beings aside from the Earth that know or care the importance of the day.

Aziraphale insists they walk the arboretum first to work up a good appetite for lunch. It had rained the night before, had finished raining that morning, and as they walk the paths, grasses and plants brush against them, wetting their trousers, their shoes. Crowley’s hands are shoved in his pockets as he ducks under a tree, shaking a shower of cool fresh sweet water down on Aziraphale. Aziraphale breathes in deeply, remembers the springs in Eden, so many of them, dozens of them running every which way, under hill and over field, and he had caught Crowley once with his ragged robe pulled up and his scaled feet dipped in the water laughing with delight. Aziraphale hadn’t seen laughter in a very long time, not in Heaven, anyway. Adam and Eve laughed constantly. Perhaps it was the Garden, it was this Earth, Aziraphale had thought. Something about it made one lighter, made one almost free.

Aziraphale wants to show Crowley something now, a particularly vibrant and vivid plant, so he slips his hand into the crook of Crowley’s elbow to tug him back. Crowley slips back obligingly enough, as if he’s the dark shadow of the tree peeling off to join Aziraphale. They lean over the plant, shoulders brushing, and Crowley slips off his glasses and puts them in his pocket so he can peer at the plant closely. He turns his yellow eyes to Aziraphale like the sun and Aziraphale is just as warmed as if they were; Aziraphale leans towards him, drawn. Crowley prods at the plant with one long finger, then, and Aziraphale remembers suddenly a moment in the Garden when Crowley had called him over to ask about some plant. They’d both leaned over it together in much the same way, and Aziraphale had racked his brain for the Earth plans, trying to remember what it was. He hadn’t been able to, so they’d started to guess, the suggested names getting more colorful and ridiculous as they went on, until Aziraphale had laughed, and Crowley had looked at him with that strange little smile. The way he’d looked at stars. Their shoulders were brushed, and brushed again, and Aziraphale had thought, funny, he doesn’t feel wicked or bad or sinful at all, he just feels solid, and warm, like the Earth under my feet. Back when they were young, and so was the Earth, and humanity too, so much promise just waiting on the tree, like an apple to be picked.

1. Well, afternoon, because they’ve drunk well into the following day. back

2. Or day. back

3. They can. Any good angel - fallen or not - who has created stars and planets and other such celestial bodies knows that they have souls just as real as angels’ souls. They’re just much, much larger, and, as a consequence, a bit slower. back

Read the rest on AO3.

[cakerybakery]

Childish Behaviour part 7

Sera got him dressed and carried him as she flew. He held on tight and buried his face into her shoulder as she flew faster than he’d ever seen her fly. Lucifer had wanted to fly himself but he never would have been able to keep up with Sera.

There were already a bunch of grownups in Eden looking for the first humans. Several flocked around Sera and Lucifer as soon as they landed. Asking, demanding, to know where he and the humans liked to play, to hide, where they could have gone. They were in his face, pushy, boarder line angry.

Lucifer stuck his thumb in his mouth and tears welled up in his eyes and he buried his head into Sera’s shoulder. He didn’t like this. He wanted to be at home!

Thunder boomed overhead and he screamed and cried louder.

Sera unfurled her wings and transformed to a more angelic form, pushing the others back and clearing the skies for a moment. “BACK OFF!” Her celestial voice rang out like a dying star. Heated and angry. Powerful and demanding to be heard among the radiation of space.

The angels were pushed back.

Given room, she put Lucifer down on his feet. She stroked his hair and returned to normal. “Lucifer, I need you to be very grownup right now. Can you think of the places Adam and Lilith liked to hide best?”

Lucifer wiped the tears and nodded. He could be grownup. He knows all the best hiding places. He could find his friends.

“There’s a lilac bush by the frog creek we play in. And Lilith made a hole in the clearing, she hides there a lot to avoid taking a bath. And Adam likes to hide in trees but Lilith isn’t a good climber yet.”

“Okay. Is there anywhere else?” She had his hands in hers and was crouched down to look him in the eyes.

He thought but could only think of one more place. One of the places he and Adam hid the day Adam was made. But it was super secret and special, and Adam might get mad if he told Zachary all their hiding spots.

“It’s very important we find them. They could get hurt without grownups around to take care of them. Is there anywhere else they could be?”

“But Zachary is never around. Not even when Adam gets hurt. And Miriam only cares if Lilith is dirty!” Why do the grownups act like they care now? They weren’t like Sera at all.

Sera who was bossy but took him to a from his lessons with Micheal. And gave him nice warm baths, not the cool ones in the pond, and was never very far. Even when they were in Eden and Sera was overseeing the work here she was always close. Unless they were playing a hiding game and snuck off. But if he fell or got hurt, she was close enough to call.

He caught a few of them giving Miriam and Zackary a mean look and Sera grabbed his attention again.

“I know. But right now they could get hurt. The sky is clear here but there’s a big storm scheduled for tonight and once the weather has started it is very difficult to stop.”

“But Adam doesn’t like thunderstorms!” He didn’t either. They were loud and scary. He wanted to suck his thumb but he needed to be grownup for Sera and not a dumb baby.

The cave was a bit slippy and sloped down. It wasn’t dirt but solid rock and it was hard to climb. The grownups couldn’t fit unless they made themselves small.

He tugged Sera closer, “there’s a cave we hide in sometimes. But it’s special so I’m not supposed to tell. It’s okay if you look but I’m not sure how to tell you how to get there.”

“Okay. Just you and I will go.” Sera straightened up. “The rest of you check out those spots and then just do a sweep of Eden from end to end. Look in every tree and bush, in every hole. They are small and with the storm they’re likely scared. They probably won’t answer, especially if they think they’ll be in trouble. Adam likes to be up high and Lilith likes to be low.”

“Perhaps we shouldn’t be trusting the word of child-“

“Perhaps, Zackary, if you had been more attentive, Adam wouldn’t be missing. Again!” Sera interrupted. “You best hope we find them or I shall personally see to it that you and Miriam are both banished to the edge of the universe where you can’t lose more children.”

Zachary puffed up his chest, seething, “as though you have not lost the Morningstar. I know about how he skipped his lessons. Where was he then, hmm?”

“Here, in Eden. Did you think I was unaware of his comings and goings? As it seems you were unaware that Adam and he have been playing together since Adam’s creation?” Sera shut him down and turned her back on the much older angel.

She took Lucifer’s hand and he looked over his shoulder at Zachary’s chastised face. Lucifer stuck his tongue out quickly and turned back.

As the other angels took off to continue the search Lucifer led her deep into the woods. Every time the lightning flashes and the thunder boomed he jumped and held a little tighter for a moment, waiting for more.

When it didn’t he’d sigh with relief and keep going.

The rain started slowly, the angels trying to hold it back, but the more they held it back the more the storm rumbled and the darker the clouds got. The sky was nearly pitch black and they were only halfway to the cave.

They could hold back the storm no more and even though Sera’s wings covered him they couldn’t stop the near buckets of water as it fell, fast and hard. It stung and Lucifer hoped Adam and Lilith were under cover. Too late she used her powers to block the rain above them.

Wet, he practiced shooing the water off himself while they walked as Sera radiated out her powers and dried herself and the bits of him close enough to her to be dried. He lead them through the deepest parts of the woods. There the trees got bigger and the rain fell further apart but in thicker drops as they collected and rolled off the large leaves.

Until at last they got to the cave. Barely more than a horizontal seam in the crust of the Earth, the mouth of the cave was just high enough for Adam, the tallest of the three, to crawl into.

It was one of many spot they had hidden from the grownups that first day. The seam angled down, get steeper the further back they went. The handholds harder to grab as the wet mossy rocks fit closer together.

The rain gathered in a pool beside the opening and had been pouring into the cave.

They heard screaming and the echoing scrabbling of their small hands against the stones.

Sera called out, she told Lucifer to stay, she’d do something. Lucifer wasn’t listening. His friends were in trouble.

He crawled into the cave before she could stop him. His wings scraping the roof and he willed them away. He couldn’t fly in such a place and they would only drag him down.

Lucifer turned himself as the cave started to slope more drastically, so he wouldn’t fall head first. He could barely see in the near darkness and wondered if his friends could see at all.

Clinging to the stones, continuously slipping from them and being dunked under the water before coming up coughing and clinging to the rocks again as the water rose. They were tiring already, never having learned to swim.

Letting go, Lucifer let himself fall into the water. He kicked, it wasn’t much different than when he was a duck or when he practiced in the tub at home. Lilith was closer and lower in the water, he surged under her and pushed her up.

She screamed and called for Adam. Some monster had her.

Lucifer watched for a second as Adam let go of the rock just above them and splashed into the pool. He kicked blindly. Striking out against Lucifer.

“Stop it!” He tried to use his own celestial voice but instead of a dying star it was more like the falling of a star. It burned his throat and lit up the black abyss of the darkness.

His friends recoiled as the cave lit up and they could see him. Adam floundered in the water and Lucifer reached out and grabbed him too.

He was stronger than the humans. He could tread the water for longer than them, but even better he could shape shift. Not into many things, but he could.

Lucifer concentrated. He needed the webbed feet of a duck, but they had to be so much bigger than his normal duckling size. He needed to be light to float and fluffy because he knew they were cold and shaking not just from the effort of swimming and panic.

By the time he was done he took up most of the room and Adam and Lilith were clinging to his back. He folded all six of his wings over them in a downy blanket to await for Sera to figure out how to get them out.

It didn’t take long. The crawling and the fall, the treading water and the shape shifting felt like it took forever but couldn’t have been more than half a minute or so.

In that time Sera called out to the other angels. A beacon in the storm to come to her assistance. Together they commanded the Earth of Eden to open wide, to open the cave to the sky. The Earth peeled open and revealed the pool and children.

Lucifer shielded Lilith and Adam from the falling rocks. And quacked happily at the open sky.

Before the angels could come to them Lucifer opened his wings and beat them. Rising up and out of the pool. Unlike a normal duck he did not need a runway to get enough lift. He was an angel.

He yearned for the sky. To fly his friends up above the clouds, above the rain, above the storm. Instead he settled next to Sera and forgot for a moment he was not a large six winged duck and popped back into himself. The humans crashing down on top of him.

Lilith and Adam shivered and hugged him close, bawling their eyes. Before Miriam and Zackary could gather their charges up, Sera picked one up in each arm and hugged them close.

Her powers radiated out and they dried and warmed in her presence.

Lucifer shook to get the water off himself and fell into step beside Sera as she carried the sobbing humans back to a less dangerous part of Eden.

[laylanatorseventeen]

OK, so exactly noone asked for this but I have been reading a LOT of bioshock fanfiction lately and I think there are some real gems on ao3 that I’d like to bring attention to. So here they are, mixed with some more obviously popular ones---

Bioshock fic recs GO!!!!

ONE SHOTS--

--Found Is Lost and Lost Is Found by thewickedkat-- “What if there had been a Little Sister who hadn’t wanted to be rescued?” REALLY GOOD, but heed the trigger warnings in the tags!!!

--results, not causes by cheloniidae “Diane doesn’t need a pretty face to fight in the war.”

--they shake the mountains when they dance by coricomile-- “Around her, the splicers scream.”

--Just Put (Me) To Work by rataplani-- “A tribute to the nameless protagonists of the Protector Trials.”

--Chasing Shadows by cloudeme--  “ She is the first Big Sister, and will probably be the last. She knows she's different, but she doesn't care. She does her job... and hates.”

MULTICHAPTER--

-hey mister, don’t I know you? by presidenthomewrecker -- COMPLETE-- the one where Anna Culpepper runs Fort Frolic when you come through!!! a really great story that I really enjoyed. this author in general is worth checking out, they’ve written more than one awesome fic!!

-The Closing of Watchful Eyes by FOzziliZ3d-- COMPLETE--  “In which Mark Meltzer is saved by Subject Delta in Dionysus Park.”

-lay her i’ th’ earth by poppywine-- COMPLETE-- “ And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil—By telling the truth. Tell truth and shame the devil.”  Jasmine Jolene haunts Ryan’s bitch ass and it’s wonderful. 

-Watch Over Me by cakeisatruth-- COMPLETE-- “ Little Sisters can be cured in a matter of seconds, but it takes far longer for one to overcome everything she's been brainwashed to believe.” A really good fic from the perspective of a recovering Little Sister!! I especially love this fic. 

-Bei Mir Bist Du Sheon by poppywine-- WIP--  “ Brigid Tenenbaum has put the worst of Rapture behind her. That's the good news. The bad news is that a part of it is now standing on her porch.” As stated, this fic is still in progress, but the writing is wonderful, and I’m really excited to see where it goes!!

-With Friends Like These.... by gummysharksupremacy --WIP--- this one is actually about remorseful!Bad End Jack which I found intriguing from the start!! Basically he wakes up after the events of the game and is trying to make his way out of Rapture. Has some Infinite/BAS elements but I havent played either of those and it didn’t hinder my enjoyment of the fic. Honestly can be enjoyed as a standalone and is a really awesome fic!!

-Atonement for Bygone Sins by foorocks10-- WIP-- “Delta wakes in the ashes of failure. In the ashes of Rapture.Babylon has fallen. And yet Sophia Lamb seeks to build something greater and more terrible from Rapture's ashes.” I actually just discovered this one the other day!! 

-Here Comes the Sun by Riddle_of_the_sphinx --WIP-- “There are others I must help before this city drowns..... or, basically Delta decides that he’s going to save as many people as he can so they can see the sun.” This fic actually had me laughing out loud, Delta has such a sassy inner commentary. I’m excited to see where this one goes, as well!!

-There Is No Rapture by necroticboop-- WIP-- this fic is basically a fleshing out of Brigid Tenenbaum’s whole backstory and it is SOOOO GOOD omg. If you like Brigid please read this story and give the author some feedback because it is SO. GOOD.

-Underwater Eden by jadrea-- WIP-- “It is much to his surprise that Augustus Sinclair finds he's alive.” This one’s got MAPS and stuff like those really good fantasy books from middle school. Promising, I must say, LOL. 

-The Prodigal Son by malice-and-macarons-- WIP--”Atlas wakes up.Death, he thinks, would have been kinder.” I think this one is actually pretty popular amongst the Bioshock fanbase (small as it may be) but just in case you havent seen it, here it is!! 

Final note: I know we all love the instant gratification of already completed fic, and don’t like waiting for updates (I know, me too!) but I encourage anyone looking for something to read to give the WIP’s a try, and leave nice comments for the authors if you enjoyed the story! It’s hard to write when you feel like noone cares. If you want content, you have to validate the content creators!! 

All the fics on this list are awesome, and thanks to all the creators for producing and sharing these stories!!

[queersrus]

masc names similar to styx and eden please?

i hope these help!

styx:

achlys, acheron, alfeios, aelo/aello, alyx brix/bryx cocytus, caron/charon, ceto

dione, diona eos, electra, eryx faber, fairy/ferry, fair

hydra, harpy, hades kishi ladon, lethe, leto, lyre, leven

mir nix/nyx oath

phlegethon, pallas, promise, pandora, perse river strix/stryx, sphynx/sphinx, siren, storm, static, scheol

tyche, thoe, truth, thia/theia whisp/wisp, wix/wyx, winx

eden:

adam, aaric/aarik/aarick, ander, andrik, atticus, archer, amy, ava blake, boaz, brecken/bracken, ben, briar caleb, callie, cheriet, clover

daniel/danielle, daniela, david easton, eli, eitan, ellerd, eric/erick/erik, edwin, edwina, elliot/elliott, elias, elad, elisha, ella, eve, ede, erin, ebony

faith grace hope, heather, holly, harper

ilon, ivy, imee jude, justice, jordan levi, lyra, liberty, lauren, laurel, leah

mia, mary, micah noah, noam, nora, naomi, neve, nik phoepe, page/paige, peris

ruth, rowan sam, stellan, stiller, seth, shira, sasha taylor, trinity, terisa

yvonne, yuval zion, zeden

[ariesimping]

Dragon collector/namer

[jlmasaysmoneyisbest]

TCF Question

If The red Dragon Raon older brother had another chance at life

What do you think his name would be

Something to do with life? Survival?

idk its just something I have been thinking about

[koenigssohnadam]

Wie groß is die Sleep Token/ Spatort Überschneidung hier auf Tumblr? 🤔

Ich brauch jemanden der mir bestätigt dass Take Me Back To Eden in its entirety quasi Hörk schreit:

(Aber besonders diese Zwei Songs)

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Okay, I caved and downloaded Romance Club😭😭 Does anyone have any good story recommendations? I'm still gonna be on Choices and post Choices content (and finish off the books on my reading list). I just feel like I need to stop relying on one storytelling app

Ugh, this is such a weird feeling! It reminds me of when I switched from Episode to Choices and I had to acclimate to the better quality of stories imao. I just wanna ✨expose myself✨ to more interactive apps and since Storyscape or wtvr doesn't exist anymore this is the closest I can get

And The Haze Will Take Us (UP TO DATE)

Kali: Flame of Samsara (UP TO DATE)

Astrea's Broken Heart (UP TO DATE)

Heaven's Secret: Requiem (UP TO DATE)

Chasing You 2 (UP TO DATE)

W: Time Catcher (UP TO DATE)

Love, Sin, and Evil Vol. 1 (UP TO DATE)

Garden of Eden (UP TO DATE)

Soulless (UP TO DATE)

7 Brothers (UP TO DATE)

Song of the Crimson Nile (UP TO DATE)

Legend of the Willow (NEXT DIAMOND RUSH)

Heart of Trespia (NEXT DIAMOND RUSH)

Psi (NEXT DIAMOND RUSH)

Chasing You (STARTED...)

Sails in the Fog (STARTED...)

Dracula: A Love Story (STARTED...)

Rage of the Titans (STARTED...)

Hell and Highwater (STARTED...)

Shadows of Saintfour

COMPLETED

Kali: Call of Darkness: 9/10; love the MC, the characters, the story progression, the Dozen lore, replayability, etc. but gets a point off for its problematic depiction of Indian culture and Hinduism) tbh it deserves an extra point or two off because I despise the way Remy clearly wrote from a Eurocentric perspective, but this is also the first RC book I read after the slew of mid Choices books so I got attached unfortunately

Theodora: 9.6/10; I got the ending where I was only able to save my soul and it made me sad 😭 the story was well written but there were parts where I was just a lil bored. At least, that’s how I felt initially before I became obsessed with the book. It's objectively amazing etc. but I feel kinda robbed from screentime with the OG characters if that makes sense? Either way the writer did a great job writing them into the plot in later seasons and the MC is so amazing I love her <3 it’s not easy to write the progression of multiple relationships already but to have a different set of likable LIs every season is incredible!

Arcanum: 9.8/10; THIS BOOK WAS SO GOOD omg I love how the plot came full circle and the MC was interesting and well-written (her character design was also top tier). It's such a unique concept for a book I love it. I feel like S3 could have gone by a lil quicker (along with a couple of other nitpicky things) but that could just be because S2 was so full of action

Heaven's Secret: 9.9/10; I just started its sequel, but I was pleasantly surprised at how engaging this book was! I like the gradual progression from being a new student to slowly learning the truth behind your death and about the academy. The final battle scene was super cool, and I feel like everything had a logical explanation (ex. Shepha only having power over light). I also like the different pathways of being an Angel, Demon, or Harmony Bearer (which I was!) it was really fun and seems like a replayable book <3

The Desert Rose: [review pending, check later]

The One Volume 2: [review pending, check later]

Vying for Versailles: [review pending, check later]

Sins of London: [review pending, check later]

Heaven's Secret 2: [review pending, check later]

[never7enough]

Ich denk zwar dran gelegentlich, dass es kein' Sinn im Leben gibt.

Casper sagte damals, dass der Sinn des Lebens, Leben ist.

Doch ich leb' nicht, ich quäle mich.

Manchmal geht's mir elendig und dann denk ich, dass mein Ziel der fcking Garten Eden ist.

Twizzla