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halorocks1214 · 3 years ago

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the law of gender

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Summary: The Law of Gender states that everything has its masculine (yang) and feminine (yin) principles, and that these are the basis for all creation. The spiritual Initiate must balance the masculine and feminine energies within herself or himself to become a Master and a true co-creator with God

hello thunderfam community, its, uh *looks at the last part's published date that says november 2020* been a while, huh

not gonna lie, if i had a nickel for every time i wrote 2/3 of a fic for this series and then didn't touch it for months, only to finish it in a few day-long spam sesh, i would only have two nickels, but its concerning its happened twice /lh

i swear to god this series wont be abandoned. unlike other fandoms of mine that i kinda lost interest in thunderbirds is one that is /gen always in the back of my brain (plus i did outline a TON of this AU, far more than im willing to just say "lol im done" over ya know)

also, to the influx of m/c/y/t-based followers ive gotten over the past few months due to my latest hyperfixation that decided to read this: um, hi, if none of this makes sense, that sounds about right. if you wanna know more about tbs and its various incarnations, my inbox is always open, esp since this series im writing is very much an AU and waaaaay darker than the incarnation its based on :> do be gentle tho, tbs is a very teeny fandom, and i mean that in a 'posts only get a couple hundred notes at most' type deal

also, one last note to the thunderbirds side of things: there will no longer be an ao3 link on the tumblr post of the fic because tumblr likes shadow banning things with links that go outside of tumblr! which is probably why the last part didnt do so well :D awesome! i hate tumblr i swear to GOD

anyways, please enjoy!

Valerie Casey thought Jeff was the craziest man she had ever laid her eyes upon.

“Jeff, you’re the craziest man I’ve ever had the chance to lay my eyes upon.”

Playfully shrugging his shoulders, Jeff Tracy leaned back and gripped his beer bottle tighter while using his other hand to grip the back of his chair so he didn’t fall out of it and onto his ass. They were in public, “C’mon, what’s the issue?”

Casey was going to lose it, “Really? I knew the ego boost that you would get from being the First Man on Mars alongside running your very own extremely successful company would be huge, but I never even dreamed it would be this ridiculous.” She fidgeted with the napkin on the table closest to her before finally saying it, “Colorful rockets that can practically defy God himself-”

“And a submarine and space station.”

She nearly threw her hands up into the air, “That’s not the point, Jeff! Do you seriously see there being no issue in making technology that is more advanced than most technology to date out of the blue without giving those in power input first? You know what they could do if it makes them angry? You’re seriously just going to hop in without thinking about any of it?”

He looked her dead in the eyes, “Yes...”

She was going to form a migraine very quickly it seemed, “Money might be useful but it really can’t fix everything, you know. There’s a nice middle ground between ‘money can’t make you happy ever’ deniability and… whatever the hell it is you’re going through.”

It appeared as if he wasn’t done, however, “... Because I have you.”

Whatever Casey was expecting, it wasn’t that.

Jeff leaned forward, “A respected Major in the GDF? Throwing in her two cents? They would eat that up and maybe take my ideas into consideration.”

Casey blinked and cleared her throat, the point Jeff was going for getting to her for some reason, “Well, that’s your first problem. You don’t even know if I will give my support or not.”

Jeff’s grin got much less cocky and leaned more toward being soft, “Yeah, you’re not wrong there. I can’t force you to be on board, I wouldn’t do that to you. It would be unfortunate to be vehemently opposed to the viewpoint of my best friend, but I’m not going to hold it against you. I admit this idea is somewhat of a pipe dream and based on hopeful desires, but…” Jeff took a slightly pained deep breath, “I just want to prevent another Lucille from happening to anyone else.”

It probably would have hurt less if he stabbed her with a rusty spoon.

Lucy was a spitfire of a woman. Hard-headed, stubborn, but determined and had a sparkle in her eyes as bright as her hair. No wonder Jeff was smitten with the lady when she was there for the Cadets tryout alongside them. Jeff practically fell over backward with infatuation, like a child’s first crush, in a sad, adorable way. Jeff and Lucy were two sides of the same coin, which was why Casey was the only one not too entirely surprised when she said yes to the ring.

The news of her death was… shocking, to say the least, and utterly devastating, to say the most.

The funeral was quick, quiet, the family too busy dealing with a hospitalized Alan as well as the news of the baby of the family being in there spreading through the internet like wildfire. Casey did her best to delete any traces off the web, wringing any rookies a new one for daring to try and stir up the rumor mill, but the world was cruel, electing to see the Tracys as some circus act rather than the grieving family they were.

Jeff was a smart man. An incredibly smart, rich man, one that was a father of five children that he was suddenly in charge of with the help of his mother. Casey too had memories of her parents threatening to move mountains for her if it meant she would be safe. Considering how Jeff… spiraled a little bit after Lucy’s demise, how he left his children to fend for themselves for even just a second too long, it’s no wonder he felt the need to perform some grandiose gesture.

Jeff tended to deal in absolutes a lot. Once he laid his eyes on Lucy he was dead set on wooing her, when he took that first step on Mars he realized he could do even more and made an entire company in his name, so when the man accidentally hurt his children in his grief, what was stopping him in making sure he can go above and beyond to making it up to them (to her)?

Casey was still apprehensive, but, “Okay, let’s see what you can pull off.”

Jeff’s eyes widened and his grin became childlike in its enthusiasm, “Holy shit, you’re really going to back me up on this?”

Casey took a sip from her drink while choosing her next words very carefully, “I will stand by your side when you bring your final presentation to the GDF and other governments who need a say in how this operation will work. If their decision is against that, it’s all up to you. It’s the least I could do after all you have done for me and my wife.”

“Hell yeah, Val, you’re the best!” Jeff cheered, only to get a little too happy in his movements and fall backward out of his chair, straight onto the ground and onto his ass with a loud crash.

Casey could only cover her eyes in the direction of Jeff, wondering why she loved this dumbass as much as she did.

The next two weeks came and went, Jeff and his mother planning blueprint after blueprint after blueprint. Casey even got to briefly meet an old college friend of his, a man by the name… Brains, of all things?

“I-It’s a nickname, M-Miss Major. The name’s Hiram Ha-Hackenbacker, b-but feel free to call m-me Brains.”

So Brains was the third person who joined them on their expedition to impress those above them in power. Casey considered herself an unflappable woman, relatively speaking, so the way her stomach felt like it twisted into knots as she walked into the meeting that would decide their fate was a feeling she absolutely loathed.

The two men gave their speeches, their backstories, and their motivations to the whole idea of a national rescue organization. They talked about the technology and how they would achieve it with no detail being left behind. It was hard to not feel at least some sympathy for the idea when Jeff brought up Lucy, how he had a genuine reason as to why such an operation should exist.

Casey was clearing her throat when the General in the room called for her opinion.

She glanced over at her friend and newfound acquaintance. Brains adjusted his glasses with a grin, and Jeff, being Jeff, gave her a resounding two thumbs up.

Taking a deep breath, she took a step forward and spoke her heart out, “There are bound to be risks with such new and inventive technology, I don’t doubt that. But these guys, these men who stand before you today, well, they are just some of the most special and unique ones I’ve had the opportunity to witness. If there was anyone else behind these ideals, I wouldn’t have even considered it. But Jeff Tracy is no ordinary man, if I may point out. I don’t trust many with my life wholeheartedly, let alone swathes of people, but Jeff? If he put his mind to it, he could lead the world and have my full support.”

She turned back to look at him and felt the tension in her shoulders vanish when she made eye contact with Jeff’s prideful expression. She only hoped the people judging their life choices that could easily nip them in the bud felt the same way. They proceeded to have a brief recess so everyone could relax and make final decisions. This was the first time in a while Casey noticed Jeff rapidly tapping his foot nervously.

It took a lot nowadays for Jeff Tracy to show his nervousness.

Eventually, the recess was over and they were back in the room. No displays or blueprints or holograms, just the three humans standing side by side watching the council file back into their seats one by one. The lethargicness of the whole thing only resulted in making them more worried. Finally, the General was done shifting his papers and clearing his throat, catching the (hopefully) soon-to-be Operatives’ attention.

He stood up and brushed off his pants before giving the final verdict, “We are aware that an idea such as International Rescue is very original, so much so that it’s unheard of. There is bound to be pushback from the leaders of the world due to such an unorthodox method of action.”

The three stood with bated breath.

The General let out an elongated sigh, “However, Colonel Tracy is a valued Cadet, one with unrivaled skills and smarts. If he and his colleagues want to put in the work of figuring out how his operation can interact within the laws of other countries, then we don’t see why he can’t pull it off.”

They nodded their heads with grace and thanked the higher-ups for giving them the leniency to pull off their plan. Only once they were outside the building did they start cheering and whooping. “Hell yeah!” Jeff yelled with a fist in the air, “Operation Thunderbirds is a go, lady, and gentleman!”

Brains opted to get an early night’s sleep while Casey and Jeff went to a nearby bar to celebrate even further. The two clinked a glass, and Jeff froze right before the drink touched his lips, “Do you think she would be proud of me?”

Casey swallowed the liquid that she was holding in her cheeks, realizing who ‘she’ was immediately, “Of course, I think she would have fallen in love with you all over again after seeing the amazing man you became.”

Jeff’s grin got even wider, finally taking his own sip, “Heh, that does sound like something she would do.”

Time flew by faster than expected, and Casey got to know Jeff’s sons more and more. Scott and John were showing early signs of being the best of the best, and Virgil and Gordon might not have been following so closely in their father’s footsteps, but the careers they were pursuing were extraordinary nonetheless. She couldn’t wait to see their names inevitably appear in the news for their accomplishments.

And baby Alan was cute, fine, she’ll admit that to herself.

Throughout all the building and the planning and even the babysitting, she and Jeff continued to go on missions together, laughing in the happy moments as they came and went. The ‘Birds themselves might not have been fully completed, but that was a test of the magnitude of their potential when they looked so good even in their halfway-built stages. Casey was just lucky everyone else heard her occasional slips of the tongue of ‘International Rescue’ as a fun little nickname for Jeff while on jobs.

Not that the man helped in any way to persuade them to think otherwise.

“The magnifique International Rescue, ey? Can’t believe I’m so good at my job I can save the whole world just by flexing an arm.”

The bastard, Casey couldn’t help but roll her eyes fondly.

The days went by quicker and quicker and Casey had no choice but to start planning an absolutely spectacular send-off for Jeff when International Rescue was fully up and running and he was retired from the GDF. Everything was going excitingly smoothly.

Until a very large blast consumed the sky as well those ambitions.

“Colonel Tracy? Colonel Tracy are you there?!”

“Jeff, please respond!”

“... He’s gone.”

What was once a dream as bright as a star exploded, leaving everyone else to be burned in the place of a man who would’ve changed the world.

---

There’s something to be said about the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Casey was never the biggest fan of comparing soldiers (and other workers in general) to their fathers if said father was in the same field of work. It left too many opportunities for the soldier to gain a bigger ego than needed, or maybe put too much pressure on their shoulders, as well as left the window open for their comrades to use that relation to harm them if they didn’t like what the father did in his time on duty.

But here she was, looking at 26-year-old Scott Tracy, seeing nothing but Jeff again in those piercing blue eyes. The fire and determination of a man who wants nothing more than to save their fellow humans. She looks on with fondness, faint hurt, and confusion. She never expected Jeff to be the one to pass on his characteristics so heavily to his sons. Some hobbies and values, of course, but if Casey didn’t know any better she might have said she traveled back in time itself to watch Jeff try out for the Cadets again.

“Alan! The throttle is not a stick you use to test your wrist dexterity!”

Talking to Jeff’s mother these past few months, however, has led her to believe that there were certain generational practices in the Tracy family she wasn’t aware of. From what she’s seen alone she’s genuinely shocked Jeff never talked more about his mother. Every day she’s been here she has had at least one ah, so that’s where he gets it from moment while watching Mrs. Tracy help teach Alan.

Which was the other elephant in the room.

When Scott and Mrs. Tracy had contacted her with the idea to continue Jeff’s legacy, she had jumped at the chance. What Jeff was pulling off was monumental, and she now regretted being against it at the very beginning, but it was hard for a man to continue his ideas when he was six feet under. That’s why she was genuinely thrilled to see that his family was ready to make sure it didn’t die with him.

But when she got to the island and saw that their not-so-adult brother was also going to be a part of that legacy...

“Scott, I know I seem like a buzzkill with the same question over and over again, but are you sure sending Alan out as an Operative is such a good idea?”

Scott glanced at her from the corner of his eye before looking back at his younger brother with a grin on his face, “I know, Colonel, believe me, I know. All arguments have been put on the table in front of us here, some of us have even flipped sides more than once, but if there’s anything we’ve all agreed on, at the very least, is to let Alan show us himself what he is capable of. We shouldn’t make a decision until all the facts are laid out in front of us, right?”

She could feel the Jeff Tracy dripping off those words at an unhealthy level.

Nonetheless, Jeff was a smart man, and his sons even more so, so she finally elected to concede her worries for now, “Fair enough, we shall wait and see.”

Looking back at the scene before them, she watched as Mrs. Tracy placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Alan, I know you’re just jittery and nervous and laughter is your best way to get it out, but you’re not going to be able to handle it that way in the real rescues. Once you’re out there, there’s going to be a whole lot more pressure than just your grandma and brothers watching you.”

Alan shook his head as he slid the VR device off, using his now free eyes to give the beadiest look possible to his grandma, “I know, I know, it’s just so- to think that this kind of stuff might be real sooner rather than later-”

Grandma patted his back a few times, “Yeah, we get ya honey, but still, the people inside the collapsing satellite aren’t going to want to hear you talk about how cool the rocket is, they’re going to want you to save them before they become deep-fried astronaut.”

Alan nodded while placing the device over his eyes again, “Right, gotta focus, gotta focus!”

Casey turned to watch the screen before Grandma was fully backed away from Alan in the training simulator. With a flick of white, the display was showing yet another asteroid belt. The entire point of these tests was to see Alan’s reaction times and reflexes, as well as the whole ‘how good of a pilot he really was’ thing. It was set up to start right after a few astronauts were saved from a malfunctioning satellite, but right as they were leaving, a dangerous asteroid storm was hitting, and thus to complete the rescue, Alan would need to navigate his way out of it.

Of course, much more training would take place afterward- the etiquette of what to say to the people you were rescuing, how to properly carry unconscious people, where to place your hands on someone who needed the extra support, et cetera- but the main part of Alan’s job as an Operative would be flying a giant red rocket. She could see the merit in testing out that particular skill first.

One could argue that just because Alan couldn’t fly one of the ‘Birds didn’t mean he couldn’t be an Operative on the ground, to which Casey was 87% sure she heard John planning something like that for the youngest if he didn’t do so well in the simulations, but with the whole ‘a square is a rectangle but a rectangle isn’t a square’ idea in mind, if Alan could quite literally pilot a giant red rocket, then they could safely assume he would be able to do many other things.

So far for this run, Alan seemed to be doing quite well. Keeping his rescuees calm when they panicked, reacting right in time to avoid a stray asteroid. The only mildly concerning thing was when a smaller asteroid dinged one of the thrusters of the rocket, causing some turbulence and one of the NPCs to let out a cry in fear. Alan rolled his shoulder with a grin, “Relaaaax, I’m sure that didn’t mean anything. Uh, probably.”

Casey winced, conveniently ignoring the facepalm Scott was making out of the corner of her eye. Aha, teenagers and their occasional lack of brain-to-mouth filter. The whole ‘proper etiquette’ training came back to her mind rather quickly. An issue for a later date.

As the simulation continued, the belt got thicker and thicker, and the controls were shakier and shakier. Gordon, who had apparently come up to stand next to her at some point, had a concerned look on his face, “Is that supposed to happen? The sticks going janky?”

John, who was standing next to Scott (Casey realized she had to have been paying way more attention to Alan’s simulation than she thought if she missed two entire new people in her vicinity), crossed his arms, “Nope, guess that asteroid did a lot more damage than he expected. Let’s see how he handles it.”

The family stood taut as Alan looked around, trying to get a good grasp on everything that was heading his way, judging what kind of moves he would need to take with the faulty thruster now as an obstacle in play. Then, the ending was approaching, a mass of asteroids so large it was almost a wall with how many there were. Casey would later shamefully admit how she squinted her eyes in an attempt to look away from what she assumed would be failure.

Because with a sudden gracefulness Alan must have kept hidden away, he threaded the needle through openings even Scott grimaced at. Still, he kept his voice low as he reassured the NPCs that it was going to be okay, even speeding up a little toward the last little bit so they would be out faster and the fake humans would no longer have to be as worried as they were.

As the rocket’s flight path smoothed out and the YOU FINISHED screen slowly seeped onto the screen, Alan took off his VR device and turned around slowly to stare at his family. He grinned nervously once he noticed how all of them had gaping mouths of various sizes and shock, yes, even Casey. He rubbed the back of his neck, “Um, was that good?”

Good, he asked? It was more than good, he nailed it! Perfectly too!

It’s not that they were expecting Alan to crash and burn (at least, not as the immediate option out of all outcomes), but to see him dodge all of the giant rocks as if he were essentially flying a non-damaged rocket, not even being hit once… Casey would say it was nothing short of literal incredibleness.

Scott was grinning from ear to ear, “Well, I think my vote will be an indefinite ‘yes’ from now on.”

Gordon had his arms up in the air, “Woohoo! Go Alan yeaaah!”

Casey felt her own smile form when she noticed how Alan got bashful at the praise. You would think he would have somewhat of an ego with his eccentric personality, but when push came to shove with the ‘serious’ stuff, he was rather humble at heart. Tracys are the same, Casey thought to herself.

Later, during their downtime, Alan decided to play his handheld device near Casey, partially because his brothers were busy in other parts of the house doing the things they specifically wanted to do for their breaks, but probably also because Alan wanted to let the victory-high dissipate a little before facing them. It made sense; if Scott was as similar to Jeff as Casey pictured, then his smothering instincts had to have been intense, his brothers not far behind. Alan had very valid concern about being overwhelmed by their celebrations.

As Casey looked through files on a borrowed datapad she logged into with her work account, she heard Alan speak from off to her side, “Hey, Aunt Casey?”

She raised an eyebrow in his direction, humming in response yet not looking away from the ridiculous contract they were trying to get her to sign. Seriously, some people just thought they could pull a fast one over her as if she weren’t a highly respected Colonel in the industry, good lord.

It was understood she was listening, though, considering Alan continued onward, “... Do you think I could be as good as them?”

My brothers went unspoken only in words.

Stopping all other thoughts immediately, she abruptly looked down into the bright, blue eyes of the youngest Tracy. It was hard to tell how long they stared at each other in silence, that heavy question needing an even heavier answer to satisfy it. In that moment, she felt the world stop. She saw a lot of things in those eyes: childish naivety, a small fire of an ego just waiting for fuel to be added, but most of all, there was one thing that caught her completely off guard.

She saw Jeff Tracy’s determination shining just as much in Alan as she did in Scott.

Now, she doesn’t like comparing those to their successful family members, but the Tracys had always been a unique type of breed. Jeff always surprised her, and these last few months spent with his family had done even more of that, hell, they’ve practically blown her out of the water altogether.

Taking a deep breath, Casey gave Alan the most genuine smile she could muster, “Yes, Alan, I think you could be even better one day if you put your heart and mind into it.”

The face Alan made would make you think she told him he could be in charge of International Rescue himself. It looked like he was about to say another thing as well, most likely thank her, but a voice shouted from where the bedrooms were located, causing them to look away from one another.

“ALAN! WE TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU WANTED TO TRAIN YOU HAD TO GET ALL YOUR HOMEWORK DONE!”

Casey peeked at him from the corner of her eye to see genuine confusion on his face. He shouted back, “Yeah! I swear I finished all of it!” Alan stood up from his chair and cupped his hands around his mouth like a funnel, his handheld device forgotten on the table, “I wouldn’t lie about that kind of stuff, you know me!”

A brief moment of silence fell over the house before the shouting started up again, “YEAH?! THEN WHAT’S THIS UNFINISHED ESSAY YOU LEFT OPEN ON YOUR COMPUTER?!”

If you were to ask Casey what it felt like in that moment, she would say you could probably feel the air a pin produced when you dropped it. She watched as all the color drained from his face, and before she could give a disappointed glare, Alan practically stumbled and tripped over the chair as he raced to his room, “WAIT! THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME-” he bumped his knee into the wall and let out a small curse before he continued, his voice getting quieter and quieter as he ran up the stairs, “I KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING!”

Casey was left there to stare at nothing and process whatever the hell just happened. It wasn’t too long before she started to chuckle and helped put back the chairs where they belonged. Jeff Tracy’s sons were all fine young men who would go on to do great things in his footsteps, but they were also children first and foremost. Children who have been through things only found in other people’s nightmares.

But they were still family; it was always nice getting reminders of that fact. That despite the things they’ve had to overcome, they’re sticking close together. That they’re still ready to be there for one another in the blink of an eye, and that they still hold that shred of magical innocence where other men and women seem to fail. While Casey has never held it against those men and women, she could hardly blame them for it even, that just makes her pride in the Tracy family even stronger.

She only hoped that the magic lasted as long as it could before the inevitable.

---

Mopierre Compound.

Casey shuddered. There was a reason they shut this place down. She just hoped that Jeff didn’t think too hard about it as well. If she had a kid that was taken here, regardless of whether or not it was inactive or god forbid actually active, she would definitely lose it.

When John contacted her out of the blue with information about the Hood’s whereabouts (how he had Alan for weeks all alone), Casey took zero time in storming out of her office and getting her soldiers up and running to support the Tracys. The Hood had been causing chaos for far too long, and to commit such an action of stealing the youngest Tracy away and doing God knows what to him-

Casey was done being a failure, the Hood was being stopped one way or another tonight.

And stopped he was. Casey couldn’t stop the gasp of shock leaving her lips when she saw Scott limping out of the compound with a beaten-up Hood, Alan trailing ever so slightly behind him somewhat bewildered but also visibly overwhelmed. Whatever must have happened in there shaken him up, badly, and Casey’s heart ached at the thought.

Gordon was off with Virgil making sure his older brother didn’t obtain any kind of concussion from the obvious head injury he was sporting. Kayo was off talking to other soldiers about what to do with Havoc and Fuse, so she was the first to see the eldest and youngest toddle their way out to everyone. She didn’t make a big fuss, just grinned and waited for the others to notice as well. Casey’s best guess was the sister was waiting for them to be situated before throwing even more hecticness in their faces.

“Mr. Tracy! Mr. Tracy!” a soldier shouted out next to her. Casey turned back to see about three Cadets make their way over to the disheveled brothers. So much for Kayo’s attempt at giving them a moment of respite. She was unable to get a word in as the soldiers rushed over to the brothers, two of which grabbed the Hood from Scott with the last one taking the villain’s place in a more supportive position. They were a good distance apart, but Casey could tell that the elder Tracy wasn’t fairing the greatest, and there was much more than the limp to base her assumptions on.

She realized mostly everyone went silent at the Tracys appearing out of nowhere, and wanting to save them from as much scrutiny as possible, “Hey! All of you, get back to your jobs! We’re highly trained government officials on a mission, not tourists exploring a tropical getaway!”

Multiple YES MA’AMs sounded throughout the area, and with a satisfied sigh to herself, Casey felt like she could breathe again. The soldier helping Scott get to the nearest medical staff walked in front of her, the Tracy giving her a grateful nod once she looked him in the eyes. Returning the gesture, she continued watching as they made their way down the hill, Scott being deposited into his family’s waiting arms.

Mainly John and Gordon, though Virgil was quick to show his affection when Scott was shoved to sit down next to him. The brunet seemed to get cold feet once he was situated, like he was nervous to admit he spilled a glass of milk somewhere, and before Casey could even begin to come up with reasons why he looked that way, she noticed a mop of blond out of the corner of her eye.

Quickly turning, she released a huff of air she didn’t even know she had inside herself at the moment, “Oh, Alan, it’s just you. Scared me for a second there.”

Alan had a silver tarp wrapped snugly around his shoulders- shock blanket, most definitely- which glinted in the moonlight as he shrugged them. He stuck his hands out in the part where the two edges were held together and moved his fingers very specifically, Glad to see I still have it in me. I’ll be sure to remember this when I wanna do something similar to Gordon.

Ah, Virgil mentioned Alan was selectively mute as a coping mechanism. And as much as she wanted to joke with him, keep the tone light, she had simply lived too long a life where she didn’t get such pleasures.

Casey flicked her vision back and forth between the Tracy next to her and the Tracys on lower ground, and unsavory taste filling her mouth at the reasons on why Alan wasn’t going to them, “Alan, I don’t mean to make any assumptions, but is there a particular reason you’re choosing to spend your free time with me? Not that I don’t want you to if you want, but-”

Suddenly, a blur shot out from the group down below, John responding to its movements just as quick as it was, “Whoa! Gordon, wait-”

Taking a moment to fully observe the situation, Casey deduced that it was indeed a tense one with the way John was gripping Gordon’s arm. He seemed to be holding the younger brother back from charging over to what appeared to be the vehicle that housed the Hood.

Oh.

John’s rather loose grasp gave Casey the idea that the older brother was struggling on the decision to either let Gordon loose and go ham or stay responsible and make sure he didn’t also land in jail, much to what was probably everyone’s chagrin. Honestly, if Gordon landed in jail that would just give him more prime opportunity to murder the Hood, not that John wasn’t two seconds away from doing that himself, “Gordon, I’m as pissed as you are, but we all need to calm down for Alan-”

“Calm down?! I get told that the bastard five feet away from my fists potentially tortured my little brother and you want me to calm the hell down?!”

Hoo.

Well then.

Casey wasn’t sure where to start with that.

Looking over to her right where Alan was currently standing, tugging the shock blanket around himself ever so slightly tighter, she could tell the youngest Tracy was in the same position. However, he wasn’t tensed up so much as he was forlorn. It’s like he suspected this kind of reaction, and he felt bad for it.

Ugh, the Tracys and their unnecessary guilt complexes. The only thing Casey wished for was that Alan never reached any kind of level compared to his older siblings. She should have expected her wish wouldn’t be granted. You don’t even get small mercies like that in this life.

Blinking a few times, she noticed Alan staring more intently at her, even waving his hand a little bit to get her to notice again, “Yes, Alan?”

Immediately regretting her normally harsh tone of voice after watching Alan flinch a little bit back, she didn’t even have a second to apologize before she recognized the telltale movements of ASL from the boy, Was I… he stopped in thought as if he wanted to find the exact right word to convey his emotions, Right?

Casey was a little lost on what he asked. She cleared her throat, purposefully making sure she dropped the serious commander facade if only for a moment, “I’m sorry, right about what exactly?”

Alan thinned his lips. It seemed he was annoyed he couldn’t come up with the right words. After another few seconds of struggling, he found his footing, Scott was impressed by how I decided to save the Hood despite everything he’s done to us and other people. He wouldn’t shut up the whole time we were together, but I… I just…

He stopped. Casey noticed how his hands were trembling more than they were before, and his eyes were starting to get more and more glazed as if he was back in the action itself. Well, they may call her Aunt for fun, but she was given the title of Godmother for a reason. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she managed to speak in her softest voice yet, “You what, Alan?”

Alan inhaled deeply through his nose before gaining the courage to continue, I didn’t know which was which, and I didn’t want to risk it. I think if I had any kind of confidence, any kind of idea of which Scott was the right one, I wouldn’t have… I don’t think... for a brief second, Alan covered his eyes and rubbed his face in frustration, but before Casey could egg him on again, he ripped the bandaid right off, I wouldn’t have even waited until they were falling before deciding to let him drop! I would have let him die and I wouldn’t have even cared. I care for roadkill I see on the street sometimes more than I would have cared for him!

With his biggest and youngest eyes yet, he looked directly into hers, tears forming, Would that have made me bad instead? I’m I wrong for secretly wanting that? He took a deep breath, finishing his thought once and for all, Does that make me like him?

Morality has never been an easy concept for Casey to grasp, frankly, it’s not easy for anyone on planet Earth to truly decide what was right or wrong for a situation. No matter what you decide, people will think you made the wrong choice. This is especially worse for deaths at the hands of people not authorized to kill anyone. It would seem simple, right? Self-defense is a human right, no one would get angry at you for protecting your family, it should be simple, but alas, it was not.

People will think you used the wrong thing to defend yourself with; people will think that person shouldn’t have killed regardless, whether it was because they believed in upholding certain laws when it came to handling criminals or they just had a stringent ‘no-killing anyone’ policy because that’s what they grew up believing. That’s not even taking into account the supposed killer’s own beliefs on how they want to handle killing someone. Maybe they believed no one should die without the right to a fair trial. It feels like it should be easy, after all, that person killed someone wanting to hurt them, guilt is the last thing that should be on their mind…

But the human mind was a fickle thing, and it’ll feel whatever it wanted to feel, even if we realized it was illogical in hindsight. It was worse for younger people, oh god, was it worse. Casey had watched firsthand what the horrors of war could do to a soldier’s state of being. War itself was already a horribly grey subject, the last thing those people needed were to be cast into a problem that shouldn’t have even involved them.

To see Alan struggle with the concept, to see him struggle over it so personally, when he should be struggling over college and what job opportunities he now had, Casey was very violently reminded of those traumatized soldiers who’d seen things no one should have had to see, and her chest ached. She’d never been the best with cushy-feely-type words, but she told herself that if it came down to it, she wouldn’t mess it up.

By god she swore not to mess this up. Leaving her one hand on his shoulder and taking her other to place it on the still free one, she made sure his full attention was on her, “Alan, I’m going to start this off by saying you are nothing like him.” Alan looked like he wanted to move his hands to argue back, but she kept her ground, “I’m not going to lie and say they aren’t any similarities whatsoever, but that’s because he’s human!” She rushed out before Alan could take it the wrong way, “He was an awful, disgusting, selfish human, but human nonetheless, of course, there might be some overlap. But that means there’s overlap between him and John, even Virgil, hell, even Gordon! Scott broke his arm in pure anger, do you think that makes him as bad as the Hood?”

Alan might as well have broken his neck with how fast he shook it. Good, she was getting through to him, “Okay, so now you see you aren’t some orphan puppy murderer, glad we got that out of the way.” Alan’s silent chuckles led her to believe that he trusted her, and while that gave her some reprieve, this last part was going to be the hardest regardless of how he reacted before, “Now, as for the whole ‘I wanted him dead part’... I don’t think anyone in their right mind would be mad at you for wanting to take out the man who had tortured you consistently. Forgetting how he hurt the rest of your family, how he hurt the rest of humanity, it would be hard to forgive anyone who would be willing to torture an 18-year-old.”

Taking a minute to see how Alan was absorbing her information, she was relieved to see him at least considering it. Taking a deep breath, she had one final thing to say, “Of course, there are going to be people who disagree with what you did, but that will be because of a variety of reasons. Some people have a ‘no civilian can kill’ policy, some people are contrarian for the sole purpose of having a devil’s advocate to keep the debate hot, hell, there might be a very small minority of people who supported the Hood for whatever reason, but Alan… none of those people matter.”

She watched him blink some of the tears out of his eyes in confusion. Chuckling, she finally took her hands away from him and crossed them behind her back in her Colonel Pose, taking in the scene of all of her soldiers diligently completing their duties next to them, “I have worked with countless people dedicated to their work having to fall prey to having to make that split-second decision. Years of watching people make them, having to make them myself, the most valuable thing I have taken away is making sure you, the person in question who had to consider it or even finish it, are okay with it.” With most of her energy out there, she took one of her hands and rubbed the bridge of her nose in exhaustion, “Now, whether you decide you want to figure out why you may feel that way, or you get help in deciding that these thoughts are actually okay will be up to you.”

She looked back at him with a motherly grin, “Not even your brothers can help you decide. They can nudge in a direction, and I think we both know which direction that is, but it is up to you to decide if that direction is right for you. Men have been fighting over this topic since we first became homo sapiens, Alan, and I don’t think we’ll ever come to a unanimous decision, not in my life, not in your life, probably not even in your potential children’s life. That’s why it’s only up to you, okay? If you try and get approval from those around you, it only ends in you being ripped apart in five different directions. Don’t fall prey to humanity’s whims, there’s thousands of them, and most of them are garbage anyway.”

A few more silent chuckles gave her the belief that her work was done, but when she felt a pair of arms rapidly make their way around her shoulders, the wind was knocked out of her sails, so to speak. She looked down to see Alan pressing his face into her shoulder, the blanket now wrapped around both of them. The words he was saying were clear: Thank you.

Casey just sighed and hugged him back, “Now then, I have a feeling a couple of other family members are about to trip over themselves trying to see you.” She gently pushed him away to look him in the eyes, wiping away the dirt on his shoulders from underneath the blanket, “Go enjoy this time, Alan. You’ve all been waiting for this for nearly a decade.”

Alan nodded as he dabbed at his eyes, slowly but surely making his way toward the rest of his family. Casey watched as he almost stumbled like a newborn giraffe toward his older brothers, sort of slipping on the part of the hill that went from diagonal to horizontal, catching their attention. With how high-strung he already seemed to be, Gordon was the first to hop over to Alan and grab him in a hug.

It wasn’t for long, though. John came over to place his hand on their shoulders, probably informing them of the fact that Alan should be checked out by the paramedics as well for safety reasons. With as little separation as possible, they helped their youngest brother over to where Virgil and Scott were sitting, placing him in between the older two. With no hesitation whatsoever, Alan was quick to grab Scott’s hand while laying his head on Virgil’s shoulder. A thought rang in the back of Casey's head on how Alan hadn’t done something like that in quite a while, hmmm.

Casey scanned the surrounding area, noticing that Kayo was now talking with a handcuffed Fuse and Havoc in the back of a vehicle away from the Hood. It was easy to assume that she was informing them about their potential punishments, but the small grin she had on her face said that more than chats about disciplinary action were happening. Didn’t John mention Fuse being the reason they noted this location in the first place? Casey would need to ask more about that later.

Looking around a little bit more, it wasn’t long before she found the head of the Tracy family himself. Jeff seemed to be deep in his own conversation with Lady Penelope, both of them waving their hands around sporadically. What a wake-up call poor Penelope must have received. Hey so we maybe found our missing baby brother in this random location please join the entire GDF in getting over there while he head to it first please and thank youuu.

Soon, Jeff waved at her goodbye, shoving his hands in his pockets as he turned around. As he made his way toward his sons, he looked up a little higher than expected and made eye contact with Casey. So many words needed to be said, so many plans needed to be thought out, but with one glance, the only thing they realized they needed to do at this moment was smile at each other. It wouldn’t solve everything right away, but for just a moment, it was enough.

Jeff was just as readable as he always had been. Thank you. Thank you for everything. For being there when I couldn’t.

Casey had hoped she was too. Of course, it was the least I could do for you and your family after everything they’ve done. For me, as well as everyone else.

Of course, they would need to talk more. About the future of IR, about Fuse and Havoc’s futures, of Hood’s containment, of how their family would move forward, hell, ignoring all of that, Casey still wanted to just verbally talk with the man. They were close friends, she wanted to catch up with him out of pure want to keep their relationship alive now that he was as well.

But that was a future problem. After all, Jeff finally had all of his sons in his grasp for once, he deserved a moment with them. Plus, she was too busy watching the sunrise over the horizon of the ocean to join him anyway.

For the first time in a near-decade, things felt like they were truly looking up.

#thunderbirds #colonel casey #alan tracy #jeff tracy #scott tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfic #series: rules of alchemy #my post #my fic

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slytherinliththorne · 4 years ago

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Lith Thorne’s Profile

New Template by @cursebreaker-lilith

~BASICS~

Name: Ailith Thorne Rosas.

Nicknames: Lith, Witchling.

Name Meaning: Idk man I don’t remember :b

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 16

Birthday: December 10

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Sexuality: Biromantic asexual

Ethnicity/Nationality: Mexican

~APPEARANCE~

Body:

Height: 1.65

Build: Slim

Eyes: Golden

Hair: White

Skin: White

Misc: She has a rune in her chest product of her curse. A small scar in her forehead from when she was little and fell, it’s almost unnoticeable.

Material Items:

Clothing: Hogwarts uniform mostly. Lith has almost no fashion sense, so she resorts to comfy hoodies, plain shirts and jeans. She also owns a few stylish and girly clothes, but won't use them unless necessary.

Accesories: An amethyst earing in later years, a necklace with a feather of Talbott’s and a teeth of Jacob.

In their school bag: Her sketchbook, pens, pencils and chalks, a deck of cards, her wand, a woven bracelet, her amethyst charm that becomes an earring in later years.

Reference:

Face claim: None

Voice claim: None

~PERSONALITY~

Traits:

Positive:

Lucky: For some reason, Lith has super good luck for the most trivial things, like managing to get a cauldron just before Potions class starts because she forgot hers. She assumes it must be the universe’s compensation for cursing her.

Resourceful: To any problem she encounters, from a forgotten homework to escaping death, she will always have a set of solutions already elaborated in her mind. They might not always work as she wants, but they certainly save her ass.

Intelligent: She is a nerd and an overachiever. She enjoys learning and hyperfixates on a lot of interesting subjects during the course of her life.

Neutral:

Introverted: While she can handle big groups, Lith gets stressed out quickly. She prefers being on her own or with a few friends.

Daydreamer: Lith’s head is always on the clouds, she has whole worlds inside, but never actually gets to express them, not that she minds. She also has a very vivid imagination.

Negative:

Insecure: She gains more confidence as she grows older, but she will always doubt her abilities and her own worth.

Workaholic: No matter what she does, she has to give her best. That causes many sleepless nights and some eyebags once in a while.

No emotional intelligence: When it comes to matters of the heart, she has no clue how to proceed. She finds it difficult to read the mood of a room or identify when someone is feeling down. In the same way that she has a hard time figuring out her own emotions and naming them.

Description:

Something something I’ll write it later

Other:

Likes: Solitude, art, books, muggle trinkets, sweets, winter.

Dislikes: Blood supremacy, loud places, summer, heat.

MBTI: INTP

Alignment: Neutral Good

~HOGWARTS~

Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

OWL CLASSES:

Astronomy: E

Charms: O

DADA: E

Flying: A

Herbology: A

History of Magic: O

Potions: A

Transfiguration: E

OWL ELECTIVES:

Care of Magical Creatures: A

Apparition: O

Divination: A

NEWT CLASSES:

Charms: O

Transfiguration: A

History of Magic: E

Extracurriculars:

Art

Muggle art

Best Classes:

Charms: Lith was taught charms by Jacob since he began Hogwarts when he noticed his sister had a particular proficiency with them, so when Lith arrived she was a bit ahead of her peers and continued to hone her skills on more advanced charms on her own.

History of Magic: Lith has always been a History nerd and History of Magic was a class she enjoyed and easily excelled in. Not much because of the Professor but Rowan and the study groups they would organize.

Worst Classes:

Flying: When in her human form, she is terrified of heights and hates flying.

Herbology: Lith and plants is something that is just not meant to be.

Favorite Professors:

Silvanus Kettleburn: He is eccentric, he is encouraging and he cares not about the world except for his beloved magical creatures. Lith admires his dedication and appreciates a non conventional teacher like him.

Patricia Rakepick: While Lith never fully trusted the curse breaker, she would be lying if she said that she did not enjoy Rakepick’s classes. She was probably the best professor of DADA she ever had.

Least Favorite Professors:

Severus Snape: Despite being her Head of House, Lith never liked Snape. He could mean well and she would be grateful for that but please be at a minimum distance of 6 feet apart. His attitude was the opposite of encouraging and she hated it.

Madam Hooch: She is scary :(( please don’t yell at her for not knowing how to fly she doesn’t need a broom anyway ;-;.

Affiliations/Organizations:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Slytherin House

The House of Thorne

Circle of Khanna

The Werewolf Support Squad (with Jae, Talbott, Chiara and Rowan)

The Silver Coven (with Summer Charn and Catherine Stark)

Professions:

Freelance curse breaker.

Independent Rescuer.

Part-time artist and painter.

~MAGIC~

1st Wand:

Willow wood

Surprisingly swishy

Unicorn hair core

“Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.” (Pottermore.)

2nd Wand:

Macpalxochitl wood

113/4

Slightly Yielding

Huactli feather core

Disclaimer: this is my own lore.

Macpalxochitl, or the Devil’s Hand Tree, became a popular wood to make wands out of when the afrancesamiento of Mexico began. Old chroniclers would often refer to this tree as “worthy of any castle and palace”, so it was sought by wizards of high status. Nowadays it’s existence is very rare and only a few wandmakers are allowed to handle this tree. Wands of this wood tend to be stubborn, but they will remain loyal to their first owner. It is said that it’s better suited to healing magic, but that doesn’t mean it’s not able to turn to the Dark Arts.

The Huactli is a strange eagle-like bird that feeds on snakes. Its peculiarity is that it’s is able to speak the language of men and predict their future. It is said that if you hear it laugh, it means good luck, but if it mutters sadly, it can translate in danger, sickness and death. Wands of this core make powerful spells, but are often unpredictable and difficult to tame. Their loyalty is easily gained and easily lost, though this may vary depending on the wood.

Boggart

Form: A big twisted grackle like humanoid with bright golden eyes.

Riddikulus: The grackle suddenly doing the chicken dance.

Amorentia

What they smell: Hot chocolate, books and oil painting (turpentine lmao).

What they smeel like to others: Mint, paint and parchment.

Patronus

Form: Jaguar (for Jacob), Eagle (after Talbott).

Memory: Family reunions on her Mother’s side of the family. All her cousins running around while the adults played cards.

What they see in the Mirror of Erised: Jacob and her, side by side, with the marks of their curse erased from their chests. As the years pass, more people are added into the picture behind them, like Chiara, Rowan, Talbott and Jae. After Rowan dies, their image takes Jacob’s place by Lith’s side.

~FAMILY~

Father: Daniel Thorne.Pureblood wizard.

Curly white hair (not due to the curse tho), white skin and golden eyes. Her dad is her greatest supporter, anything she wants to do he is right behind her cheering for her. He is a little bit eccentric but he loves to indulge his children's interests and spoil them. However, he is not available in the emotional department, he doesn’t know how to deal with those problems.

Mother: Perla Rosas Villareal.

Muggle. Curly brown hair, brown skin and brown eyes. Her mom is strict but loving. Lith always seeks her for emotional support, she listens patiently and offers help only when asked. She is the one who makes her question things and they often get into arguments because of that.

Brother: Jacob Thorne Rosas

Half-blood wizard. The reason for all this mess. Curly silver hair, brown skin and golden eyes. An introverted and sweet guy, but very naive and trusting. The relationship between the Thorne siblings had always been good. Sure, they fought and argued, but they got along pretty well. After the Vaults, Lith became wary of her own brother, but when it all ended they began to reconstruct their relationship, though it will always be damaged.

Pets:

Onyx (Grackle): He is not exactly her pet, he is the other half of her soul aka her Companion.

Nox: A black cat that stayed back at home with her parents.

~FRIENDS~

Best friends:

Rowan Khanna

Chiara Lobosca

Jae Kim

Good friends:

Badeea Ali (they are art rivals but in a friendly way)

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Tulip Karasu

Friends:

Penny Haywood

Barnaby

Murphy

Andre

It’s Complicated:

Love Interests:

Talbott Winger (he is the only one I have a description for atm, the others are in another post if I remember correctly lol)

They met when Lith was trying to break her curse via the animagus potion, a thing that obviously didn’t work.

After the failure of the potion (of which Talbott is not aware), they began to notice they shared similar hiding spots, such as the Owlery, and started to acknowledge each other’s existence by simply saying hello.

Then Lith started to get closer again, asking him about the potion and being an animagus. He got suspicious and ended up discovering Chiara and Lith were trying to turn Jae into an animagus to accompany them during Chiara’s werewolf transformation.

He agreed to help them and became a member of the Werewolf Support Squad, a little bit against his will but he warmed up to them eventually.

They started to get close during those night escapades. They hung out more together (with the Squad) even after the full moons.

Recovering Talbott’s necklace was the first time they got close one on one. It was also the moment they began to develop feelings for each other, even if they couldn’t name them yet.

They like being alone together, and started acting as a couple before they actually became one.

The moment Talbott realizes he has fallen for Lith is a morning after the full moon, when they are all in the Room of Requirement trying to get some sleep and the only thing he can look at is her.

For Lith it takes more time to realize her massive crush. It happened when Talbott fell asleep in the library while studying together. Tulip comes in and says something like “could you tell your boyfriend to wake up, Lith Thorne? We are having a House meeting soon.” Lith’s like “he is not my boyfriend tho??” and Tulip just answers “Really? Thought you were dating for months.” And leaves. That’s the moment when Lith looks at sleeping Talbott and omg he is cute and we certainly do look like a couple oh fuck.

Yet neither of them thinks the other is interested, so they continue like normal.

Until they stay behind in the Room of Requirement one time and they accidentally confess and bam guess they are a real couple now.

They graduate. Talbott gets his own place and works as an auror, Lith travels the world as a curse breaker. They meet sometimes and go on dates.

The year of Voldemort’s uprising, they have a fight and they both go their separate ways, though they never once mention breaking up.

They reunite in the Battle of Hogwarts, Talbott almost dies and they apologize to each other.

Lith moves in with Talbott after that and they marry and adopt two kittens.

Dormmates:

Merula Snyde

Ismelda Murk

Rowan Khanna

Doesn’t interact:

Merula Snyde

Ismelda Murk

Diego Caplan

Bea Haywood

Enemies:

Merula Snyde (formerly)

Patricia Rakepick

~STORY~

Childhood:

Lith was born in a middle low class family in the Valley of Mexico, with a malediction in her blood. Her early childhood consisted of playing with the children in the same street and Jacob. Since insecurity was still not that high in the city, her mom would let them go out of the house on their own. They attended a public elementary school until Jacob received his letter. After that, Lith couldn’t bother with school anymore but was forced to attend. As she grew up, children started to distance themselves from her, all the neighbourhood thought it was suspicious that her brother had gone to a boarding school when they barely had the money to pay for all their expenses. It got worse when Jacob disappeared.

HOGWARTS:

1st Year: Befriends Rowan, Ben, Chiara and Penny. Makes enemies with Merula. Finds Ice Vault. The Werewolf Support Unit is formed by Chiara, Rowan and Lith.

2nd Year: Ben Cooper disappears. Befriends Bill Weasley. They enter another common room. They open the Ice Vault.

3rd Year: Befriends Tulip, Barnaby and Talbott. Tries the Animagus potion. Attempt to turn Jae into an animagus. The Werewolf Support Unit becomes the Werewolf Support Squad with new members Jae and Talbott. They open Fear Vault.

4th Year: Befriends Charlie Weasley. Patricia Rakepick arrives at Hogwarts. Sleepwalking curse. Open Forest Vault. Goes to the Celestial Ball with Rowan and on a “date” with Talbott.

5th Year: Befriends Jae Kim, Badeea Ali, Liz Tuttle and Diego Caplan. Detention in the kitchens. Beatrice Haywood is trapped in the portrait. Rakepick becomes the new DADA teacher. Lith realizes she has feelings for Talbott. They open the Portrait Vault.

6th Year: Ben goes dark. Lith and Talbott start to date. Rowan dies. Meets Ty Blackwood and finds out they are related. Circle of Khanna.

7th Year: Who tf knows?? :))

ADULTHOOD:

After graduation: Lith goes to become a cursebreaker, taking jobs others would not. She quickly gains a reputation among shady witches and wizards. She lives like this for a year, not having a stable place to stay and traveling from country to country carrying only her backpack. She grows tired of it and decides to drop it all. She goes back to Mexico and moves in with a few muggle roomies. She studies plastic arts at a university and graduates early. She goes back to England to return to her curse breaker activities when Voldemort comes back.

Order of the Phoenix / 2nd Wizarding War: Lith never joins the Order of the Phoenix. She becomes an independent Rescuer, working by herself or for third parties (the Order included) to rescue Undesirables and get them out of the country. She even crafter fake papers to get them out. She does get in contact with members of the Order sometimes, like Carewyn Cromwell, who is one of her main contacts within the Ministry. She fights in the Battle of Hogwarts and saves Talbott’s life after reuniting with him.

Post-War: She decides she has had enough adventures for a while and moves in with Talbott, who quits as an auror and becomes a poet. They get married in a small ceremony which basically was just signing the papers and getting dinner with friends afterwards. After Jacob dies and her nephew Icarus is left orphaned, she takes him in with Talbott and they all move in with Ty at his much bigger home. Lith returns to her curse breaking job to support the whole family, since she doesn’t want Ty to pay for all of their expenses. Charlie moves in too after dating Ty for a while, which was a surprise for all. And they all live together whoo.

Old Age & Death: After retiring definitely, Lith dedicates the rest of her life to art. She even sells some of her works. She paints until her hair starts to turn black and she grows feathers, she paints until her arms don’t obey her anymore. She dies on her bed, with her precious Companion resting on her chest, as they both merge together, accompanied by Talbott, Icarus and her loved ones.

MISC

When they were children, Jacob lost one of his fangs during a sudden transformation and a collision with the door. Lith keeps it as a necklace charm and gifted Jacob one of her own feathers. Because of this, she believes the first black quill is the one he carried as a necklace charm too.

Before they start dating, Lith gives Talbott one of her feathers, which he wears alongside her mother’s. Lith also wears one of his as a necklace, but when she grows older she turns it into an earring. This is one of the reasons why people believe they were already together.

Lith has a habit of drawing on her skin, which is why she sometimes has her legs covered in little doodles. She later starts drawing on her friends.

She hoards art supplies.

She is a gambling addict, so she will get intense during exploding snap games. She knows a lot of card games from her Mother’s side of the family, challenge her at your own risk.

She never learned how to drive.

She learned a bit of mexican magic from her cousins, who attended Aztlán (the mexican wizarding school) created by @tsikuri.

She definitely sings in the shower, but not during her Hogwarts years.

Her taste in music is broad, listening to almost anything except banda.

She has a sweet tooth and cannot stand spicy food, causing the teasing from her whole family, who all, as proud Mexicans, eat chili with everything.

After she graduates, her schedule shifts entirely. She wakes up at 2 pm and goes to sleep at 3 am.

Her love languages are physical touch, but she is too shy and hyper aware to actually approach people and touch them, and gifts.

If you give her food, you will now be on her “Good human, Angel from Heaven :-:” list.

Her wand core comes from a bird that can predict death and misfortune, this curiously can be linked to her manifestation of the curse.

Most people think her new wand is ugly, and she did too. But she had to carve it herself to obtain it from an old Mexican wandmaker. The form is also inspired in the flower from the wand wood tree.Lucky: For some reason, Lith has super good luck for the most trivial things, like managing to get a cauldron just before Potions class starts because she forgot hers. She assumes it must be the universe’s compensation for cursing her.

#I took a whole day to do this omg #about lith #hphm mc profile #lith thorne profile #Lith Thorne #hphm #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery mc #hogwarts mystery #Harry Potter Hogwarts mystery #jacob thorne #jacob’s sibling #i´ll do the masterlist as a pinned post tomorrow good night #NEW TAGS #this made me so nostalgic ill probably draw again for the fandom #especially #my werewolf protection squad hc

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tangled-cl0wn-core · 4 years ago

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Where, besides Tumblr, can people find you doing fannish things? (Obviously only mention sites and usernames you actually want to be found at. Don’t expose your secret identities on my account.)

What other names have you gone by on these platforms, including Tumblr, if any?

When did you join the IT fandom? And what got you into fandom, to begin with?

What are your favorite ships, or characters, if any, and why? What do they mean to you?

In what ways do you participate in fandom? (ex. Posting memes, reblogging/commenting on content, writing fanfic, making fanart, creating fanmixes, etc.)

Do you have any in-fandom inspirations? Other members of the community that drive you? (And if you have the time/energy, in what ways do they inspire you?)

Name and link some of your favorite works, please!

Do you have any works of your own that you feel particularly proud of, or wish more people would’ve consumed? Please provide links if possible.

Have you ever participated in a fannish event (ie. IT Week, a fic Big Bang) or applied to be a part of a fanzine? If so, which ones, and can you please link them?

Without any form of bashing or lashing out, what is something you feel this fandom is missing?

HI!! since you asked before sending it, I knew this was coming but my First Cool Guy Tumblr Ask is so neat,, anyway!!

This is my only IT-specific account, but I post almost everything I draw on my instagram, https://www.instagram.com/fabricsofteners/ (I don't know how people make links cool on tumblr aaa) I also have an AO3, https://archiveofourown.org/users/tangledheadphonecord , where I might post this one really long fic I’m working on (maybe not, as it’s super lame but God am I putting in work)? But mostly it’s just really old stuff atm, and no IT content right now - just some random drabbles from past hyperfixations tbh.

I used to be ‘fabricsofteners’ everywhere besides here - tangledheadphonecord is a username I used for my tumblr because I want a change from the fabricsofteners brand, as I've had it for quite a few years and have just grown kind of bored - just waiting a bit to change my instagram user. I also used to be ‘unbrandedmarkers’ like, three years ago on instagram? but, that era ended fast. I think I might have an old Tumblr under some variation of ‘fabric softener’ but honestly even if anything is up on it I’d probably be embarassed to look at it now.

I watched IT for the first time in 2019, I believe, but wasn’t really in the fandom until actually like, April of this year. I entered the fandom and developed a hyperfixation (sobs) by complete mistake - I read all the fics for michael mell/rich goranski on ao3, and was on a camping trip and wanted to read some Homosexual Fanfiction and literally remembered IT on a whim (rich-to-richie association) and read a bunch of Reddie fics, and it was all down (up?) hill from there.

Unshockingly, I’m sure, Reddie is my number one favourite IT ship. I’m also an enjoyer of Benverly, as well as Stanley/Patty - IT is like, the only fandom where I actually like the canon ships. I do also think Streddie/Stozier is really cute and Bill/Mike (unsure of the shipname?) is nice when I see it!! I think Reddis is cute because I am a total sucker for best-friends-to-lovers, as well asthe ‘I tease everyone but mostly you’ and the ‘I’m so tired of you bullying me but if you ever stop I’ll cry’ and... just, the entire dynamic that they have. Stanley/Patty - there is no reasoning, I just want Stanley to be happy. Benverly - the way they were each other’s first Meaningful Interactions in so like?? agony, they’re so cute. They both deserve to be happy, and I’m so happy they find that happiness in each other.

As for characters - Richie is absolutely my favourite. I (unfortunately /hj) kin and relate to him on so many levels it hurts. Having a character that feels that fear of their sexuality because of a horrible environment is painfully real. covering up struggles with humour and all that?? yeah, mood (also, crushing on your best friend-). What he means to me, in a sense, isn’t really canon - I read strictly fix-it fics, because I want to feel that hope that like fanon Richie, I don’t have to hide forever. I can be myself and be happy. Obviously I can’t much look to the movies or anything for that but hey - what’re Andy or Stephen gonna do, tell me to stop reading fics?

I also really like Stanley!! I don’t,, have a reason. I just think he’s adorable and I love his dynamic with the other Losers a lot. Stanley breathed like, once, and instantly became a comfort character and not even I know why at this point, he just is. Eddie & Bev are up there, too - honestly, Bill is the only Loser I don’t have a strong attachment too. And honestly, he’s growing on me rapidly.

I mostly draw whatever my goblin hyperfixated brain can think of, as well as rebloging just about every post that I see and like (art, jokes, edits, fics, etc.) - I start and stop a lot of fics, maybe one day I’ll finish one but as of yet I have not... Sigh.

I honestly don’t think I do have anyone to tag for inspiration? I follow IT blogs but none I would go to for inspiration (no offense to any mutuals-) inspiration for me is mostly just seeing a pose and going ‘okay’ and suddenly I have a drawing - I have no clue what happens in between.

So, my current all-time favourite IT fic atm is https://archiveofourown.org/works/18213215/chapters/43087232, though I will say it’s a really heavy fic and to read with caution. Going away from Angst, any ‘famous Reddie’ AUs are amazing, but I constantly reread the entire https://archiveofourown.org/series/1560019 series. It’s cute and funny and I THRIVE for domestic Reddie content.

Actually not Reddie, I throughly enjoyed https://archiveofourown.org/works/23201011 for giving me the Mike content the movies have robbed me of for too long, as well as https://archiveofourown.org/works/25262698 which is pure stanlon greatness and made my heart flutter for the boys more than once.

I don’t really have any IT fics up of my own creation, and honestly my reception in way of Tumblr notes is far better than I expected so honestly, I have none to link lol. As long as I get minimun interaction I will thrive.

I wish I could say I’ve been in anything like a zine or anything, but I have not! I’m relatively new to the fandom (and having a social media dedicated to one thing) so I wouldn’t even know where to begin to join or be qualified for one, y’know? I’ve done art weeks in the past and found them incredibly fun but haven’t seen any for IT - but if anyone does happen to know of any... Feel free to send them my way-

As for the last question - other than like, hyping up Chosen and Jeremy just as much as we do the other IT kids (which, honestly I’m not even sure if is still a problem - I’ve just seen posts about it and it’s made me wary), I’m not sure? I’ve honestly not encountered anything in the fandom I find awful and honestly, for a fandom about a movie that is... Well, IT, I’ve really just kind of enjoyed my time in the fandom thus far?

(I will say we need 200% more attention being drawn to 1990s adult Eddie Kaspbrak, who is one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen - but I also feel that way about James Ransone, so I’m not mad.)

(Also, we should be calling out the 1990s IT more, I watched it recently and it’s so bad /lh)

Anyway!! I feel like this answer was incredibly long and I am so sorry!! But like, thank you so much for asking me anything at all fihabsfhbafb I thrive at any chance to talk about the dumb clown movie. (Also, i’m sorry I say ‘honestly’ so much-)

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bigskydreaming · 5 years ago

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gingerjab replied to your post “ANYWAY. The petition/prayer circle for Michael Trevino to be cast as...”

I’m forever an asshole obsessed with fire/ice ships so Thunderbird or Sunfire, fuck the inhumans one off and St. John. Also, Rahul Kohli as Neal Shaara/Thunderbird/Agni. Also I’m sposed to be asleep so ignore if this is a shit idea.

For the record, I actually kinda like the Inhuman guy, cuz I mean, its not his fault he’s part of a trash franchise. I think it probably helps that I’ve only ever read one issue with him, so as to render it absolutely impossible for his writing to piss me off. I like to just close my eyes and pretend he’s a mutant. Y’know. Like I do with Kamala!

Who is obviously a mutant.

(And like.....let’s be real. The dude is a pyrokinetic with a demon form, the codename INFERNO, and his REAL name is DANTE Pertuz. DANTE. INFERNO. Like, that’s the on-the-nose-fuck-your-subtlety-we-came-here-to-be-pretentious-as-fuck-with-our-literary-references-look-how-dignified-it-makes-our-character balls to the wall character concept I am HERE for. I’m like OH HAI I SEE WHAT U DID THAR. And they’re like “oh yeah? You got it? Hahaha, we were worried nobody would, phew, good job tho. Totally adds to the character right? Pretty clever of us.” And then I’d be like Hahahaha no, not even a little bit, but ‘scool, I like him anyway cuz I’m easy like that. I put out for puns.” And then they’d be like awwwww, dammit, we worked so hard on that. And I’d be like....well, that doesn’t speak highly of your abilities, I mean it was a super obvious joke. And then I stopped making up conversations with hypothetical people in my head.)

Also, in defense of comic book St. John Allerdyce and absolutely NO OTHER VERSIONS EVER because agreed, they all suck....

Comic book St. John is a snarky Australian asshole who in between acts of mutant mass destruction, has a side career as a successful romance novelist under a pen name.

(I’m not even joking. Comic book St. John, in canon, writes romance novels in his spare time as a hobby. LOLOLOL c’mon, how is that not a great character beat for a supervillain slash occasional kinda-if-you-squint-superhero).

Anyway.

I too am also trash for fire/ice ships because SCREW SUBTLETY, WE SHIP THEMATICALLY. But like, its gotta be the RIGHT fire/ice ship. I weirdly have standards with my fire/ice ships? Probably just because I’m obsessed with Bobby Drake but whatever, who cares, how is that relevant.

I mean, OBVIOUSLY, you have your proto-fire/ice ship, the one, the original, the Word I came out of the womb prepared to preach and ship and like, spread to the masses....Bobby Drake/Johnny Storm. Because like. They are elemental dorks whose competitiveness is only matched by their dumbness, how can you not love them, I DEFY YOU TO SAY.

I’m kinda meh on Iceman/Pyro, because like, original comic book Pyro and Bobby never even interacted I think? And in cartoons they’re always totally different generations/age groups, and in the movies they’re like....boring and stale and not even all that attractive and also did I mention boring, omg no offense to whomever wrote them, but I tried reading Bobby/Pyro movie fanfic years ago because like, that’s the only movie Bobby fic there is, unless you want to read about him being an asshole to Rogue and/or cheating with Kitty and just generally driving Rogue into the arms of the much (much much much much, like ewww) older Logan or Gambit. Because srsly, so appealing. So obviously, I caved and tried reading Bobby/Pyro fics because like, they had the word ‘Bobby’ in them, and the bar is too low in my X-Men fic reading habits. And omg I fell asleep. I just. It was all just the standard m/m cookie cutter generic ‘good boy plus bad boy uwu yaoi-zowey’ bleh starring two not at all deeply written or well-acted meh-looking white dudes, and just. Why.

But that’s what I mean when I say I’m wary of fire/ice ships, because sometimes with powered characters like, authors think oh hey, LOOK ONE IS FIRE AND ONE IS ICE, THIS TOTALLY COUNTS AS THEM HAVING OPPOSITES ATTRACT PERSONALITIES AND THUS I DONT NEED TO GIVE THEM A PERSONALITY, RIGHT? Like. They’re just very boring and unimaginative in execution, just because they expect the basic premise of fire and ice/’obvious opposites attract, obviously’ to do all the work for them.

(Katey if you’re reading this I’m super for sure not talking about YOUR superpowered romances, because you are wonderful and GOOD at writing and imaginative, and thus none of this applies to you. Requisite disclaimer.)

So, when they did this random Bobby/’New Pyro Dude like where did he even come from I still dont know’ hook-up, I was prepared to like, yawn endlessly, because I figured it would be more boring imaginationless ‘ooh look what an obvious pair they are and yet still praise me for how clever I am for pairing them’ crap.

And I was absolutely right!

(But I mean, it was written by Marc Guggenheim, the odds of it sucking were totally in my favor. Betting against them being well-written under his pen might feasibly be construed as cheating. Whatever).

And also, the art did them ZERO favors, like I know they’re both generic blond dudes in their twenties, but I LITERALLY COULD NOT TELL WHICH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WHICH in any of the panels that they were like, in bed together or dressing or talking or literally anything until they started using their powers to fight bad guys. It was soooooooo bad. Like the art just manifested every ‘look at the white gay date his mirror reflection lol what is variety even’ cliche and beat you over the head with it.

(Also Bobby is supposed to have brown hair, which at least would’ve helped a LITTLE bit. Meh. Still was gonna suck because like, nobody had any intention of WRITING them together, like, developing their characters and laying the groundwork for a possible relationship. It was just ‘oh look, the fire and ice dude got drunk at a wedding and hooked up, cool deal, now on with the story.’)

Anyway, the ONLY redeeming potential for a Bobby/Simon relationship in my opinion is ENTIRELY due to a fic I read with them. Its probably the only fic written about Simon ever, lmfao, so its not like the writer’s characterization of him has any competition among either canon or other fans’ renditions of him. But it was pretty well written, I actually liked their portrayal of Bobby, which I’m SUPER picky about in fanfics, and they actually invested time in developing Simon and his POV and giving him an actual personality and shit, that wasn’t half bad. So if Simon was written like that in the comics and their relationship progressed in similar ways, I could feasibly be on board with them.

But it won’t, so I’m not. Meh. Anyway.

I actually really REALLY like both Shiro AND Neal, with the caveat that I hate Neal’s stupid offensive-ass codename, I know Claremont only named him Thunderbird because he introduced him in an anniversary issue that was supposed to be a call-back to the original Giant Size lineup, and he needed a stand-in for John Proudstar, but like....wtf Claremont, just use your brain and save Neal to introduce a whole issue later and stick Jamie in John’s place the way everyone else does. He literally went by Thunderbird in the comics already in his Hellion days, which YOU wrote, so why the fuck did you feel the need to be stupidly offensive and act like Native American people and traditions are interchangeable with those of a guy from India? Ugh he’s so....gah.

Anyway. So I actually like both Shiro and Neal, though pretty much only when people other than Claremont are writing them, lololol. Which is admittedly...rare. Because of all his pet characters, they’re both at the top of the list of ones nobody else has any interest in touching. Bizarrely, my favorite run involving Shiro was when he was randomly shoe-horned into that Alpha Flight relaunch in the late 90s, that only lasted a couple years? Dunno if you know what I’m talking about, the team with Radius, Flex, Murmur, Heather as Vindicator and Mac was a robot or some weird shit.

I have no real thoughts on either of them with Bobby though, for a fire and ice pairing. Tbh I can’t really see Bobby/Shiro like, at ALL lmfao. For one, Shiro’s always felt written as though he’s a good ten years older than Bobby at least. Like they’re not really compatible dialogue-wise lol. And he’s pretty much never had any patience for Bobby in the comics, which has a lot to do with most of their interactions being written by Claremont himself, and Claremont infamously haaaaaaates Bobby’s character and trashes him any chance he gets, aka the few times editorial makes him actually use Bobby in a script. But I also think even under other writers, like....Shiro honestly is not the type to have any patience for Bobby’s antics or brand of humor, like.....he’s like JP but without the superficial crush JP used in canon to view Bobby’s idiosyncrasies as endearing instead of migraine inducing. I don’t think any readers would buy someone of JP or Shiro’s personality-type crushing on Bobby twice, lololol.

I DO however kinda like the idea of Neal/Bobby? If someone ever actually brought Neal back and gave him a new codename and stuck him on a team with Bobby? They’ve also barely interacted in canon, and the only time I can think of, Neal was super rude and dismissive of Bobby, because like, Claremont was writing it of course, so it made total sense for him to have the dude who’s literally been an X-Man for two issues talk down to the X-Man of several decades like the latter had no clue what he was doing, lol. Oops, still slightly salty there.

But honestly, I doubt anyone who didn’t have hyperfixation fueled grudges on a fictional fave’s behalf would ever even remember that one canon interaction, and tbh Neal’s pretty much a blank slate character wise. His only defining traits from what little he’s been used are that he’s fairly young, in his early to mid-twenties, from a wealthy family, a little full of himself but in a ‘really wants to impress people and prove himself’ kinda way instead of an overly entitled ‘i genuinely believe I am superior to all you buffoons’ kinda way. And he was always endearingly enthusiastic and eager about new stuff he encountered from being with the X-Men.

(He was also randomly obsessed with Psylocke, but I truly think Claremont was like, well I’m just gonna write him like I would Warren Worthington because why not. So yeah, obvsly he’s super obsessed with Betsy. Duh.)

Anyway - I would like someone to do something interesting with Neal, and I think his and Bobby’s chemistry has a lot of potential and they could bounce off each other well.

Also, I like Rahul, but I was randomly fancasting some of the more obscure X-Men awhile back for Reasons (I forget what they were tbh, but I’m sure I had them. I usually do). I came across this Indian actor named Karan Tacker and was like ohhhhhhh he totally looks like he could be Neal Shaara.

I mean, I’ve literally never seen him act, so who knows what his acting is like, but since we’ve established Neal’s character is essentially whatever the person to actually use him next wants it to be, I don’t think that’s a big deal lol.

So this is totally superficially based casting, like I think this guy looks and ‘feels’ the way Neal’s typically been drawn and the kinda vibe he gives off.

Also, incidentally, having absolutely nothing to do with anything, let alone my selection process, by pure coincidence the dude just so happens to have abs for daaaaaaays.

But I mean. Like I said, that is neither here nor there. Obviously.

Of no relevance whatsoever. I didn’t even notice, tbh. Don’t even know who hijacked my body and ghost wrote these last few sentences, quick, call an exorcist.

....oh noes, is this one of the consequences of being an ‘anti’? IS THIS MY COMEUPPANCE? *flees*

#gingerjab

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tradingjack · 5 years ago

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Hey so uh I forgot that I hate drawing wings lol

Anyways, this is a headcanon I came up with sometime 2 weeks ago and I’m sure someone else already came up with as well and wrote about before I finished this involved-ass drawing and wrote about it myself but I’m sharing it anyway. Of course it involves Good Omens cause uhh that’s the current hyperfixation my dudes

Basically this is the Archangel, Raphael.

About the headcanon under the cut if you’re interested (prepare for a goddamned novel)

So yeah, this is a drawing of the Archangel Raphael. I’m sure those interested have heard the theory by now that Crowley could have been the Archangel Raphael before the Fall, based on the fact that Raphael is not in Good Omens canon (seemingly replaced by Sandalphon or whatever), Raphael’s symbol is a snake wrapped around a staff, and, for me personally, the fact that Crowley can just??? Stop time????? Like what kind of overpowered Bull Shit

(I’m sure there’s a bunch of other things that support this theory that I just don’t know, please look it up some people really go in depth and it’s awesome)

Also, a brief note on angel rankings. I looked it up, and it didn’t really help because there is a lot of conflicting information out there. In the end, I just kept it at Wikipedia cause fuck it, it is a pretty reliable source in the end. We’re gonna be focusing on the first and third spheres, since the second sphere really doesn’t apply. Basically, the highest order of angels are seraphim, followed by the cherubim and then the thrones. Skip the second sphere, and the lowest three rankings are, in order of most to least rank, principalities (or rulers), archangels, and angels. Now, concerning the difference between archangels and Archangels: apparently the capital letter makes a big ol difference. Archangels with a capital letter are not, in fact, the second lowest ranking but may be interpreted to mean above all other angels, and are the highest ranked angels even among the seraphim. Therefore, the highest angels of the highest are referred to as Archangels with a capital A. (Idk if the Archangels are even really mentioned in the book, I haven’t read it yet, so idk if their titles are capitalized. I’m talking mostly in the context of the Amazon Prime show.)

Quick description of seraphim and therefore Archangels straight from Wikipedia: “fiery six-winged beings; with two wings that cover their faces, with another two that cover their feet, and the last two they use to fly.” (Oh shit I forgot the fire goddamnit I’m such a fuckin idiot oh well it’s too late I wrote this after I finished the drawing)

So, Crowley could be the fallen Archangel Raphael. However, as someone else brought up (and I’ve seen several posts stating this), the name “Aziraphale” is like a bastardization of the phrase “Also Raphael,” meaning Aziraphale could have been the Archangel Raphael but demoted and therefore forced to be renamed. It makes sense that Aziraphale could have been at least of a higher rank than a Principality because he was supposed to be guarding the Gates of Eden, which, in biblical canon, were guarded by higher ranking angels than Principalities (I think they were as high up as cherubim?? idk).

And then I heard, when Neil and Terry were writing the book, both Aziraphale and Crowley were originally just the demon, Crowley. I think it was Terry who made the decision to split that one character into 2 characters instead.

(Also if that isn’t the most soulmate-y shit I’ve ever heard)

But also like... What if that was how it was in canon?

What if........Crowley and Zira............................were both........the Archangel Raphael before the Fall?

Cause like, Raphael (or Israfel, in some religions) literally means “God heals.” Some of the things they’re the patrons are are of “young people,” “guardian angels,” “lovers,” “travelers,” basically everyone in the medical field, and “ordained marriage.” They’re like... everything optimistic and loving and hopeful about humanity. (Nothing about time but like, wtf?? That’s so powerful it’s gotta be the power of the seraphim, it’s at least equal enough to Lucifer’s power that it’s able to give them more time before Lucifer shows up to make a game plan, like it stops Lucifer???? That’s some power to give a lowly-ass demon, that an angel as powerful as a Principality isn’t able to do) It makes you think huh, maybe they care about humanity a lot more than most of the others would. So how would they have fallen?

Well, maybe they got angry at God for testing the humans so damn much. Like Crowley said, a tree right in the middle of the garden that’s super accessible? Literally the only thing the humans aren’t allowed to touch when humans, the most curious and spiteful things in the universe, are more likely to touch something when they’re told not to, when it’s obviously not allowed, and doesn’t appear to present any immediate danger? It’s not very fair.

Another interesting thing; in some canon, Raphael is even considered to be the closest to God, able to talk directly to Her, and possibly even the highest ranking angel of all, even above Michael. So God was likely very close to Raphael in return. (Of course, in the context of the show, it seems that all of the Archangels are very disconnected and are also all on equal footing, it not being entirely clear where Michael, Uriel, and Gabriel stand with each other in terms of ranking even though Michael is usually considered the highest ranked in most biblical canon. One explanation I came up with is that after God banished Raphael, that would be two of the seven archangels that She would have had to banish, her favored, so She could have withdrawn from everything in order to have some alone time, and just became more and more withdrawn as time went on until it was like She’d completely abandoned them.)

And if Raphael started questioning this wrathful god who just kicked out like, half of heaven, including Lucifer, one of her other favorites, I imagine she’d be pretty upset and not willing to hear about complaints right now. But she trusts this angel, so instead of straight kicking Raphael out, she gives them a choice instead. It’s not like they’re trying to straight rebel, anyways.

When Raphael chooses to leave, She doesn’t have a choice then but to cast at least that part of Raphael out, the part that cares too much, who doesn’t want to harm the humans. She says, “crawl under the feet of those you care so much about,” and splits their eyes and casts their staff down into hell cause like, you can’t just have a rogue ethereal being wandering about Earth with the humans, so the newly formed snake which represents all that Raphael chose to leave heaven for is Lucifer’s problem now.

But in splitting Raphael like that, she’s left with this less powerful being who’s still attached to heaven, who still has the gold of an angel but it looks washed out on their head, and who looks up with sky blue eyes and who looks lost as anything. She doesn’t want Raphael gone, so She pretends this one is also Raphael, but She’s still kinda upset so She sends this “Also Raphael” to Earth to guard Eden. Because they’re weakened, She equips them with a limited edition Flaming Sword™ and sends them to guard the Gates of Eden.

Meanwhile, the Raphael that got sent to Hell gets processed (?) and realizes that they’re now a snake. They really don’t like the name “Crawley” in the future so I imagine that when they joined hell, they were given the name “Crawley” based on the fact that they’re now a snake, and none of the residents of Hell wanna go to Earth since the entire reason almost all the demons in hell got kicked out of Heaven is cause they didn’t wanna love humans. “Crawley,” however, got kicked out for caring about humans too much, so the lords in hell decide to send them. So “Crawley” ends up tempting the humans into eating the fruit, making sure it’s on their terms and happens somewhat safely, and watches the humans leave.

And then he meets “Also Raphael,” and, as someone else has pointed out, Crowley has never had to ask for their name. They just know 👀

Crowley, imo, has been the better of the two, consistently throughout the series. Crowley’s never killed, has always questioned why humans have to be tested and hurt and killed, including motherfucking Jesus Christ, hasn’t even lied to Aziraphale, tries to get out of doing their job consistently, jumps on the opportunity to perform miracles alongside their dastardly inconveniences, has been in love with Aziraphale ever since they found out that Zira helped protect the humans by giving the couple Zira’s own protection??? The “god-given Flaming Sword™?” HELLO THIS DEMON IS IN LOVE AND THAT IS ACTUALLY CANON?????? That, and like... while Aziraphale, who’s still a part of heaven’s whole bureaucracy deal, felt the need to contact god through a whole damn ritual, all Crowley did to try and contact God was just look up and talk. I think Crowley knows about the choice and about who they were before the Fall, but doesn’t associate themselves as Raphael anymore, therefore the “I didn’t chose to fall, (BUT) I just sorta sauntered vaguely downwards.”

(Going off of that, I don’t think Crowley knows that Aziraphale is literally their other half; I like to think that Crowley just thinks Aziraphale was the angel chosen by Her as their replacement in heaven, therefore “Also Raphael” meaning another Raphael and not literally part of them that they left in heaven. They don’t know why they knew that Aziraphale was named Aziraphale right off the bat, but it doesn’t really matter to them tbh; before they fell in love, they thought Aziraphale was just another angel, and then after they fell in love it still didn’t matter cause they were in love baby!)

Meanwhile, Aziraphale’s goodness is either out of fear of disobeying heaven or being nice to Crowley. Which, they’re not even that nice to Crowley when it matters tbh. Or humans, most of the time. Like they protected Adam and Eve but wasn’t gonna blink an eye about all those children being drowned until Crowley guilted them about it.

Although they used to be the same angel, I think that, over 6000 years and even then, in the Garden, Crowley and Aziraphale ended up becoming their own person. Aziraphale, even though God cast out the part that cared about humans a little too much and is basically Raphael’s attachment to heaven and God, ended up caring quite a bit on their own, giving the first couple that sword for protection and growing very attached to the things humans created, and abandoned their allegiance to heaven after losing their faith. Crowley, who is the care and defiance and power of the archangel Raphael, ended up a pretty lowly ranked demon and is pretty damn bitter, especially after the death of Jesus of Galilee, and when they do use their power, it’s usually to fuck with humans in some capacity (unless it’s to help himself or Aziraphale :P ).

TL;DR I think that both Crowley and Aziraphale are remnants of the Archangel Raphael after the Fall because Raphael questioned God concerning the testing of the humans and chose to leave heaven. God wasn’t happy and did some shit that ended up with Crowley and Aziraphale being as they are. But both are still their own person.

#good omens #my art #crowley #aziraphale #Archangel raphael #headcanon #dude I went off jesus I'm not doing a wordcount on that shit but goddamn #thanks for reading all of that if you did #I don't blame you if you didn't

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