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fantasynsuch · 1 year ago

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Adam, wake up. (Adam Stanheight x Reader) P1

This is my first attempt at anything in the Saw fandom, so pls be nice! OFC there's gonna be Gore. Some angst, but will be fluffy in the end.

I wake up to a grim feeling in my stomach. Something felt... off. Adam hadn't messaged me goodnight the last few nights, and that was odd. When we weren't together, he would always wish me a good night: I rarely responded, but he knew you saw them. It was an endearing quality about him, among many others. I loved that about him.

I felt off last night when I didn't hear the ding from AOL, but I fell asleep thinking he possibly forgot. Though the sinking weight in my abdomen tells me otherwise. I slowly raise my body and set in motion your routine, though you couldn't shake the feeling. I kept waiting for a ding: something to indicate he was okay. Something was begging, pleading with me to go to his apartment.

Eventually, the weight couldn't be ignored anymore. Heading out the door, I took one last look at my shit-hole apartment and took off. I happen to live down the same shitty hallway of the same shitty complex: convenient. Banging on the door, I yell, "Adam, let me in. Don't tell me you fell asleep drunk!".

No reply. Even weirder, as he's an incredibly light sleeper. He'd groan and moan about how every bump in the night woke him up all the time to me. He must not be there.

I know what he did for work, so he can't be out this early in morning. Something was wrong.

I grabbed the key he gave me in case of an emergency, and I opened his door. I'd consider this an emergency: he could be dead or who knows what.

When I peered in, it was pitch black. I try to flick the light the switch on, but nothing comes on. The power must be out in his apartment. I reach for the blackout curtain he has up and pull.

When the curtains open, I see what could only be described as a struggle. There's trash everywhere, and all the furniture seems to have been knocked out of place. The only thing that caught my eye above the rest was the creepy ass doll sitting in the middle of the room. It reeked a sinister aura, and if it wasn't for my intense like of Adam, I would have gotten my ass out of there.

But, perhaps to a fault, I did like Adam, so I continued in. I noticed the creepy doll had a flip phone in it's hand and its other hand was closed around something. As I look around, I see Adam's expensive camera broken on the ground. Considering this camera was practically his life life, he has to be in trouble for it to be in pieces. I peer at the phone in the doll's hand: it seems like it's taunting me into trying something. I slowly reach for the phone, scared it may jump at me. When I grab it, the doll begins laughing. I jump about 10 feet in the air, and when it stops, it begins to speak.

"Hello, Adam's friend. I want to play a game." It cackles.

"What the f-" I yell.

"Your dear friend is in a bit of a predicament right now. He has failed my game: but through no fault of his own. He is, simply put, dying, as I speak. I have noticed you are quite close with him." It giggles.

"Where is he?!" I beg. I need Adam.

"I am a fair man, (Y/N). So, I have decided to allow you to play one of my games to save him. Do you value your friend enough to risk life and limb for him? Make your choice." The doll croaks.

The phone I grabbed starts ringing.

I hesitantly flipped the phone open. Unknown number. I shake as I click the answer button.

A strangled gasp - it's the first thing I hear. I hold my breath for a splite second, but then I muster up the courage to speak.

"Who is this? Where's Adam?!" I demand.

Another gasp. This time, the person tries to say something.

They whisper, "H-help me, (Y/N)...".

It's Adam. It has to be Adam. My relief is punctuated by a sound radiating from the speaker. It sounded like a smack and low whispering. The whispers sound demonic.

"A-are you w-willin' to give apart of yourself to save me, (Y/N)?" He whimpers. Whoever was whispering at him was taunting him. Taunting me. He begins to cry out to me over the speaker.

"P-pleas-" He's interrupted by whoever is with him.

"Within the doll's hand is a scalpel. With it, you are to cut the entirety of the pinky of your choosing off within a certain amount of time. If you succeed, you will be rewarded with a clue to your friend's location. If you fail, he will be left here- to rot- and it will be your fault." The other voice speaks up from the phone. I shriek out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

The doll speaks, "Make your choice. Will you save your friend or will you cower at the cost?".

"HELP M-" The line cuts off.

I try to call back, multiple times. I lose track of how many times I redialed, but it doesn't pick up.

When I come to and realize the gravity of the situation, I hear a clicking. An alarm clock that Adam used is counting down- what happens if it reaches 0, I don't want to find out.

I look at the door quickly- I consider running. I consider abandoning my friend. I consider never thinking about him again and keeping my pinky. A million ways of justifying leaving my friend, the man who cares for me when I'm drunk, a man who holds my head when I throw up, a man who buys me groceries with his last 10 dollars when I have nothing left. A man who I argue with more times than I can count.

But I don't run. I can't bring myself to run. I can't abandon my friend.

I look at the clock. 1:34 left. Not alot of time to hype myself to cut off my finger- but enough.

I glance at the doll. Its sinister grin sends shivers down my spine. I don't let me sway my decision.

1:21 left. I take a breath and walk up to the doll. The eyes peer into me.

"D-don't worry Adam." I whisper.

1:15 left. I grab the scalpel. Well, it looks clean enough anyway- at least it's not some rusty bonesaw.

I walk with the scalpel and sit at the table. I breathe and breathe and breathe. I swallow.

0:47 seconds left. I raise the scalpel above my pinky on my left hand. The scalpel seems to get a mind of its own as it falls down. I stop myself. I dance this dance a couple times. I sike myself out, but I realize I'm wasting time.

0:12 seconds left. I cut the my left pinky off. The red from my hand seems to spill everywhere. I'm sure he'll forgive me in the long run. He can't be too mad. I just cut my finger off for him.

I shriek in pain. That was the most pain I have ever felt. I can still feel my pinky, but it isn't there anymore.

I look at the clock while clutching my hand in pain.

0:02 seconds left. I passed.

I begin to feel dizzy, but a quick clicking sound gains my attention.

The dolls chest just opened. There's something paper inside.

I stumble over to the doll and grab it with my least bloody fingers. A map. A map of our town, but on it, a factory was circled.

The doll spoke up: "Congratulations (Y/N). You passed your first test. Continue to the location, and we will test your meddle. Adam awaits." It cackles at me.

I look down at my hand and the map.

"I won't let you down Adam." I tell myself. I hope he knows I won;t abandon him.

I'm coming, Adam.

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galaxgay · 1 year ago

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In this post about Aziraphale reveling in Crowley's trust, @ravenofazarath2 got me thinking about why Crowley is actually so different from all the other angels and demons. It's definitely something that has stuck out to me especially since S2 but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

(Apologies, this meta is gonna be unnecessarily long and also might be missing information because I need to rewatch S1 and haven't read the book yet. Also, this meta is just for fun so take it with a grain of silly salt 💕)

@ravenofazarath2 mentioned that maybe Crowley isn't brainwashed like Aziraphale (and all the other ethereal beings) because he bit the apple- The apple that contains the Knowledge of Good and Evil. And I am now going insane because wait a second-

When we see him in Eden he says this line, speculating on why it's so wrong to have the knowledge of good and evil. It's such an... interesting thing to say- especially for an ethereal.

Sure, he could very much be talking about Adam and Eve choosing to eat the apple and being kicked from Eden for it (Landlords and their obnoxious rules🙄), but for fun, I'd like to play with another idea.

To be a bit more philosophical, I want to preface this theory by saying "knowing the difference between good and evil" means understanding its many complexities. It means knowing there are times where good deeds are poisoned with malice or even have evil unintended consequences and evil deeds can be justified by means outside of one's control and have good consequences- and what is good for one person, may be evil for another.

Angels and demons do not have this "knowledge". They have their strict rules and codes that they follow almost compulsively and are all collectively in on this bit. Good and Evil are almost always about immediate action and never factor in consequences. They recognize good and evil based on their respective sides. Nothing more, nothing less.

Additionally, the phrasing of that line is interesting to me. It kind of sounds like "as someone who has bit the apple, gained that knowledge and can now see the difference between good and evil, (and perhaps fell/was punished for it himself) I don't get what's so wrong with that knowledge."

The reason I don't think this is too much of a reach is because sure, halo-hugging angels who are still apart of the "cult" are going to be brainwashed, but what's so strange to me is that demons, who are fallen angels and have supposedly seen both sides themselves, don't seem to share Crowley's sentiment. Not a single one. They seem almost as brainwashed as the angels are. Is that not bizarre? Not to be a nerd but statistically speaking, at least one other demon should be able to agree, right? Why is it only Crowley?

Because it's not about seeing both sides, it's about understanding both sides. Something you can only do, if you take a bite.

(Sure, one could say the demon's quest to ruin humanity could be an act of rebellion and revenge but again, why is it all of them? I feel like at least a few of them would in one way or another agree with Crowley, even the littlest bit and they don't.)

In S1, we get this beautifully dramatic frame where Crowley says "I only ever asked questions". Which of course, is a line that everyone has been scrambling back to after seeing angel Crowley in S2. Which makes me think of this ask that Neil Gaiman answered:

Crowley's implication of not deserving to fall and Neil Gaiman saying that Crowley isn't a reliable narrator when it comes to his fall are certainly opposing views but why can't they both be correct? (we're exercising DBT today for fun)

If we know anything about Good Omens, it's that the entire theme of the story hinges on perspective. How the same instance can be viewed dramatically different depending on who is watching and where their morals are aligned. For both of these things to be true, Crowley would probably see his fall as a punishment for having simple curiosity. To Neil Gaiman, a much more neutral, outside observer, Crowley's fall wouldn't have been such a random, out of place happening. Which leads me to wonder what the Great War was even about. (I'm assuming the Great War happened before Eden-)

Perhaps it was about asking questions and making suggestions.

It seems kind of silly to say but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. If the Great War is what caused many of the angels to fall, it would make sense that the center of that war would be a lack of faith. And the thing about faith is a lot of the time there's this idea that you should hang your questions aside and choose to believe- questions can oftentimes be seen as a threat or a lack of faith. Even more so are suggestions. I believe Aziraphale's reaction to Crowley's questions and suggestions in S2E1 are a perfect example of this being just the case.

I can imagine Crowley, and many of the higher ranking angels such as Lucifer and Beelzebub finding each other to all have the same questions and suggestions and doubts about the future of the universe. Having the rank they had, I could see them planning to go to God to ask questions- they, at this point, have no reason to believe anything should happen to them should they ask questions.

With them having those questions, I could also see there being a rift between the Angels who wished to ask questions, and those who strongly opposed it. And as they debated it, it snowballed out of control turning into a full-on war.

(Small note: sure maybe they became demons before the war actually officially starts but I still think this theory could hold pretty strongly.)

Crowley was on the side of asking questions and making suggestions. They did in fact fight with the other angels who ended up falling. Her questions and suggestions were viewed as a lack of faith. If you view faith as being able to hang up your questions and doubts, it actually was a lack of faith. To Neil Gaiman and katiebird2000's point, Crowley's fall was in fact just the consequences of his actions. To say "all I ever did was ask questions" is to negate all of the other things Crowley did.

(I'd also like to throw out there that faith in this circumstance is faith in God, not faith in doing good which I think explains a large portion of Crowley's morality throughout the story because God and good are not synonymous. Crowley believes in doing the right thing but does not believe God is the one to do it.)

And so Crowley fell. To his point of view, he fell for simply having questions. So when Crowley heard about the Tree of Knowledge, she had to go. When they heard the word "Knowledge" they probably thought taking a bite would answer their questions- provide her with the thing she was denied in Heaven. It was also the perfect first act of rebellion- to indulge in something he was not meant to indulge in.

But when he took a bite, something completely different happened. The wool over her eyes had been peeled back and suddenly the universe became so much more complicated. Perhaps tempting Eve to eat the apple was originally about temptation but then became an act of setting them free- to give them the right to choose just like the apple did for Crowley.

And everything from there on is history.

I think that's why Crowley not only loves humanity but also why Crowley himself is so human: that is the one thing he shares with humanity- the knowledge and understanding that good and evil are not mutually exclusive. Knowing that good and evil are tied by a red string of fate, destined to dance circles around one another eternally.

#thank you so much if you read that whole thing #i have a tendency to ramble sorry 😭#I'm gonna make another meta to piggy back off this one #about aziraphale because the way he factors into all of this is interesting to me #this theory also sheds a lot of light onto whats in store for the future so sit tight!#good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #good omens 2 #ineffable idiots

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just-bible-musings · 2 months ago

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*sigh* I get so sick to death of this worldly viewpoint that we manufacture our own thoughts and feelings. WE DON'T. Where do you think your "personal insecurities" came from? You think you just woke up one day and decided, "oh, I'm just gonna think of myself as a piece of crap"? No, you did not. Someone told that to you. And where did they get it from? Someone told it to them. All the way back to Adam and Eve. Satan tempted Eve with the fruit, and guilt seeped in because Adam and Eve knew they disobeyed God. And they continued disobeying God by not ever once saying, "yeah, I screwed up."

Satan has ALWAYS been whispering to us and telling us to sin, and then turning right around and telling us how bad we are because we do.

As for "why did God tolerate it," because He wants to fight the demons for us! It's because He doesn't want us to just "release our emotions" or whatever other worldly, New Agey, psychological bull you wanna try to spit out, like every other Christian out there does these days. It's because we're in a spiritual WAR. He wants to take our demons, rip them out of us, patch us up, clean us up, and wipe away our tears before He sends us back out into the world to do His work. But He can't- or rather, He won't try to- do that as long as we still hold onto them. Because He can do anything, but as long as we keep inviting Satan in, there's no sense in Him wasting His time.

And understand, I'm not saying "the devil made me do it" or any such nonsense. Satan suggests things, but he doesn't MAKE anyone do anything, any more than God does. We ALL have the power to choose, and we are all guilty of sin when we choose wrong. It doesn't matter who came up with the idea, what matters is whether or not we acted on it.

And I will admit: I, myself, am not entirely convinced that I'm not giving Satan too much credit for all my nasty thoughts and feelings. It may be that I am. But not because I'm trying to escape the responsibility of my own sin. My concern is that there's a flip side to this that IS 100% percent unbiblical: if we are capable of manufacturing our own thoughts and feelings, then aren't we capable of manufacturing good ones, as well? And the Bible makes it clear that, NO, we are NOT. I still remember how disgusted I was when my Sunday school teacher walked in one day and said, "You know, I've always thought people are basically good, but I just read in 1 John where it says we're not!" And all I could think was, You've been in ministry for 20+ years, you're the associate pastor, and you're teaching an adult Sunday school class, and you seriously bought into this Satanic worldview that people can be good without God?

(BTW, I didn't go to Sunday school more than a couple times after that.)

Personally, I don't believe in "original thoughts." I don't believe we can make up thoughts in our own minds. Like I said, I know the Bible specifically says that our minds don't create any good thoughts:

Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, Idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, Envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. Galatians 5:22-23

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? Jeremiah 17:9

Maybe it's just that I find it comforting to believe that Satan is giving me all my bad thoughts and that I'm not making them up myself. Maybe I just want to believe that humanity- and I, myself- is just as incapable of being evil on our own as we are of being good on our own. God forgive me if that's all it is.

But I have to wonder, if the mind is capable of creating its own fears and insecurities and negativity, then why did Adam and Eve have NONE of these until Satan told them to sin? Furthermore, the Bible calls Satan "the accuser." If it's not Satan telling us "you're a bad person, you'll never amount to anything, you should have never been born," then why does reciting Bible verses at him work so well? Why does saying "I'm a child of God and I'm forgiven and redeemed by the blood of Jesus" rebuke all those negative thoughts and insecurities and make them flee?

And don't try to answer that question with some psychological bull-oney about "rewiring the circuitry of our brains." Like, yes, that's exactly what happens, but do you even know why? Don't you think it's possible that all the psychological things we witness are nothing but our observing the effects of supernatural warfare on the physical world? Do you think the supernatural does not have an effect on the physical? If you claim to believe that God spoke the universe into existence, why would you not believe that the spiritual warfare going on all around us every second of every day would not have some noticeable, measurable affect on the physical world that we can see and touch?

You know what I think? I think people buy into "psychology" and whatnot because it's comforting. If our insecurities come from our own minds and not from Satan, then that means we're in control. We're totally out of control, but we feel more in control. We don't want to accept the truth of the Bible that we're really never anything more than someone's servant, whether a servant of Satan, or a servant of God. It seems to be easier, for Christians, at least, to say that their good thoughts are from God, than to say that their bad thoughts are from Satan. Like, Christians can accept that "oh, I want to cheat on my wife" is a temptation from Satan. But it's a lot less often that I see Christians say that "oh, I'm a failure" is a thought from Satan. It's always "psychological," "our own insecurities," just like sword said above.

Fear, sinful anger, rage, insecurity- these are all Satanic thoughts and feelings. At least, I firmly believe they are. If you think you can convince me differently, you better come at me with Bible verses to prove it, not some crap you got from a therapist or a self-help book.

Oh, honey. I don't think you understand what "wrestling with God" really amounts to. What do you think drove Jacob to do it? Fear and anger. A lifetime of either cheating or working his butt off trying to get his blessing when everyone and everything around him was determined to keep him from it. And it got him nowhere. Sure, he had 2 wives and 2 concubines, 13 kids (and possibly more daughters that we didn't hear about), and more livestock than you could shake a stick at, but he still didn't have what he felt God had planned for him. Granted, this is because he wasn't truly even trying to follow God until the night of the wrestling match; but the point is that he knew God had better for him and he couldn't understand why he didn't have it. And he was mad. And he was convinced that his own twin brother was gonna kill him the next day, without him ever seeing his promises fulfilled. So God came to him and gave him a chance to fight out all his frustrations and fears and anger.

And where do you think all that comes from? From Satan. He plants fear and anger and temptation in our hearts, and we nurture it and let it grow. It grows out of control and consumes us. The demons that whisper to us "you're a pile of garbage," "you'll never amount to anything," "why are you even alive? why were you even born? why do you exist?", we can't fight them ourselves. If we harbor them inside us, they make us bitter and angry. God wants to remove them from us, but they won't let go so easily. When Jesus exorcised demons out of people, the demons would usually scream and throw the people around and make them tear at their skin and hair as the demons left. No different when you give your demons to God. They come out in fighting, in tears, in all kinds of ways that most people think is blasphemous.

I had a very bad life up until a few years ago, and believe me, you would be shocked to hear some of the things I've said to God in prayer. You'd probably call it sinful and blasphemous. But you wanna know what's happened? In the four years since I left my hellish past life behind, I've finally grown and figured out at least some of who God made me to be.

The sin is not in fighting with God when you give Him your demons. The sin is in harboring them inside yourself in the first place.

Idk. Don't "oh honey" me. It's patronizing. I can follow everything you're saying about Jacob's life, but I lost you when you started talking about demons whispering to people. That stuff isn't literal demons, it's personal insecurities. This all feels very charismatic.

Actually, I lost you a little earlier. Why does Jacob need to fight God? Yes, I realize there must be a reason why that happened, but why does God tolerate it? Surely there must be a greater significance than a mere "emotional release" or he could have just punched a tree or something.

Anyway, you didn't really answer my question of WHY it wasn't a sin, and I'm not convinced you WEREN'T blasphemous.

Are there any non-charismatics who want to explain the story to me

#Bible discussion #spiritual warfare #God #Jesus #Satan #fruit of the spirit #galatians 5:22-23 #jeremiah 17:9 #psychology #and as for jacob #why would you think its a sin to fight with God when you're angry with Him?#doesn't the Bible say 'thou shalt not lie'?#no we shouldn't be angry with God because He's done nothing for us to be angry about #BUT WE ALL ARE AT SOME POINT IN OUR LIVES #that's the whole point of being forgiven #the Bible doesn't call us 'children of wrath' fer nuthin #but we leave that behind when we turn to Jesus #and why do we leave it behind? because we give it to Him #and maybe sometimes it is violent #and maybe it shouldn't be- but it is #because satan is violent #Jesus said satan was 'a murderer from the beginning'#i just think of jacob fighting with God as being the method that God used to rip satan out of him

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stray-tori · 4 years ago

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TPN Vol 8 - Chapters 66-70 Thoughts

[we're already on vol 9 but I'm slow with compiling]

I know I always rag on the "cop out" deaths and it is true that no corpse no dead, and I am curious if there will be any more worldbuilding regarding Lucas' survival (hello deus ex machina person) but uh. Idk. I'm sure it has a point and it makes sense in universe (having him be the reason for the knowledge among GP kids is good) but it just feels a little. Eh. Like it feels like paddling back on a small part of geezers guilt and feelings. In part it also feels like a "reward" for choosing the heroes moral side and going to help save Emma (why ever that happened - ig bc Gilda would blow up the shelter if he doesn't so. YAY).

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Obviously the development is still his, and he obviously isn't expecting to find anyone alive there, but ig i felt like he was leading up to... healing more through the kids and not one epic Emma speech and "oh your one friend is alive btw" reveal later on. It feels like a spark of hope and happiness for him that I'm not sure if was needed narratively. He already decided he wouldn't harm them.

Like maybe they handle it very differently so i might be jumping the gun here but idk. It just feels a little... weird to me. Probably in a similar way how speeches about Norman hurt but also kind of get that "well uh about that...." Air once you know. I feel for the characters and their separation but it doesn't have the same weight it could have anymore.

In theory it reminds me a bit of the whole gate reveal structure in s2. With a setup being built up or established and a reveal just going "nvm that's not what we're doing".

It makes sense, I'm just not a huge fan of what it does for me for previously established things.

But i guess writing wise it puts its cards on the table with small scale Lucas and then Norman haha.

I find it rly funny how much the arc sort of mirrors the s2 arc so far (character assumed dead is alive, new cast of demon kill children introduced, a plan to kill demons).

Ig that might be intentional, for all intents it's a good method of conveying character change. Or different specifics or how things might be judged differently with different specifics (like hunting for enjoyment vs. farming)

I'm totally jumping in on this too early but idk it's interesting to think about.

That and also our whole "There's someone I want you to meet" - "ITS NORMAN" jokes made me think, like you could probably ACTUALLY restructure some of this in a way that would allow Norman's return here instead lol. Could be a fun AU, esp since we have the seeds of a (small-scale) demon annihilation plan anyway.

I also just find it funny to think about Norman grumbling from his future self that Emma agreed to some random guy's plan so easily udkhjsd

Obviously the time is a bit of a mess -- it's only been 3 months? is Adam out bc Norman's escaped already or was Adam just shipped to GP? if he already escaped, our boy is quick - plus, why would he go to GP. the supporters in Lambda probably know it's been compromised, so aside from freeing the children, there isn't a lot of reason to go there and while that may have priority, I feel like 3 months is a bit of a short timeframe for Norman to settle in there well enough -- so it's more wonky than anything BUT IT'S FUN TO THINK ABOUT.

btw I find it so funny how Emma has that whole "intent to kill" thing going on now, considering her later moral stance - like it's fair but coming from s2 it's a bit of whiplash haha especially since she's so determined about it right from the start. (though I have no idea if she ever addressed killing demons before this, memory bad)

Though notably she said "she wants to shut down the hunting ground too", not "want to kill them too" - and it's good that she draws a line but IDK IT'S JUST INTERESTING because what bothers her is the toying / no respect for their lives, right? - "this kind of hunt", not hunting in general.

... so like, if you were hunted by a demon in the wild, who didn't toy with you, just killed and ate you, that would be fine then? Idk, it's a very fine line and I get it, but it's interesting to think about. A quick, suffer-less death is of course a valid thing to want if you will die anyway, but you're dead afterwards in both variants.

Of course maybe I'm reading it wrong and it's just her sort of realizing that between mass production farms and GP, they really did have it good, even if they died an early death, and how this is much more hate-worthy than GF's method. Which is true, I suppose, and might expand on the building blocks of her moral development down the line (as in "there's different stages of demon-badness").

Also a more funny thought but imagine if Lucas DID have the pen, would... Geezer-senpai just not find the way back? And even if he did would he even get into the bunker? That'd be one tragic ending pff. Tell the person to run away and they can't even go back inside sudhdjd

Also i thought about it and isn't it weird that none of the books or materials mentioned what goldy pond actually is? Like youd expect sth that important to be in there.

We know WM wasn't at the bunker in the last 13 years and we know that the books he supplied to GF, the newest one was 2015. What if he was discovered or had to limit his WM activity 30 years ago?

So 30 years ago, he still sent people to goldy pond.

I'm just realizing.... That totally sounds like a setup for minerva to actually be on the demons side or a demon himself sjdhjddj. Like he orchestrates escapees (who are likely to be smart) and then sends them to GP where he and his noble friends can hunt them.

But where i was actually going with this uh, what if GP 30 years ago (potentially longer depending on how long ago he was there last) wasn't actually a hunting a ground? Why would you send kids there without a warning otherwise? What if it WAS a small human community (tho that would likely have been passed around by the inhabitants) or it was at least WM supporter base like the bunker, intended for humans to live there. Not sure about mansion then but YKNOW.

If it was, i wonder if it being discovered was a huge part in WM cover being blown OR if the demons decided to keep it secret bc you know this place is rly convinient haha

I also wonder how wm even finds and builds all these underground things lol. Bc it can't have existed since before the world split i think?

Man has some big construction projects running pfff.

I'm also not sure how that underground thing works-

its tori is confused about minor things hour

[Emma takes the axe with right hand, her right hand is still behind her as if she was winding up, but the axe is already thrown?]

like if she had the axe still in hand it'd make sense or if it was in her hand AND spinning, it'd be like "2 frames".

but this?? i am just-

im rly late with this but the glove is Lucas' memorial. the pair will only be together again when they reunite :<<

what I want to know is HOW. like the John thing is already questionable but I guess he could have gone back again?? but with this.

he has both gloves when they part he still have one glove on when his arm is gone. but the arm Leuvis has, doesn't have a glove?? So either Leuvis took it off but i wouldn't know why, and just dropped it on the ground for geezer to come pick up ORRRR he took one off for some reason?? maybe he threw it at the demon pff something is very un-continous here and i need answers-

the duality of man... not wanting people to know a) your age and b) your name (which you may have forgotten, who knows)

we just assumed geezer's name is censored here but I guess it could be anything haha-

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bangtancentricsblog · 4 years ago

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war amongst the heavens

↳ this is my interpretation of the fall of lucifer

❒ pairing: park jimin x reader, slight min yoongi x reader

❒ genre: re-imagined bible story, angst, some fluff

❒ alternative universe: biblical, modern

❒ rating: 18 +

❒ word count: 2.4k +

warnings/disclosures: i am a non practicing catholic, this isn't meant to mock religion or anything so please don't see it that way! Lucifer MC, michael Jimin, gabriel Jungkook, lilith yoongi, the fall of lucifer, GOD jin, demons Taehyung and Hoseok, biblical inaccuracies, non enforced gender roles again because who says women can't be kings? Jimin calls MC Luci(fer), MC flips flops between michael and jimin, betrayal, nothing too crazy promise, not edited, cameos from Lisa of blackpink and Johnny of NCT127

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“A fucking summons.” You scoff before crumpling the gilded edged paper. The gold glints in the low light reminding you of it’s sender.

“Why are you even considering it?” Yoongi asks.

“I’m not, it’s a summons. I can’t exactly turn that shit down!”

“You can, you’re just scared daddy will send Jungkook after you.”

“Listen here, you didn’t grow up with that punk. So keep your trap shut or I’m demoting you, again.”

“Oh please Taehyung could never take my role. He’s too ‘peace on earth’, which reminds me, why is he here again?”

“I won’t be replacing you with Taehyung, when I’ve got sweet obedient Hobi.” You smirk at him watching his feature twist in displeasure. It was a bit of a sore spot for him to be compared to the younger because for one Hoseok was easily more approachable. You didn’t particularly favor one over the other because they were equally good at their jobs. It was just that Hoseok was kinder in a way that most demons weren’t, he was beyond good really, easily collected souls left and right without the need of hellhounds. Had gotten them to follow him on sweet words alone, he was a dream really easy on the eyes too as were Yoongi and Taehyung but not someone you were personally all that interested in.

“Do it then, see if I care.” He sniffs eyes narrowing before he leans more comfortably into the bedding. The sheets are a black silk, something he often reminds you he likes, and one of the only reasons you often spend nights here with him. The smile that tugs at your lips is loving, the affection you hold for him is new to you especially when Lilith was as soft as he was.

Yoongi didn’t like being called by his angle name, though he didn’t seem to mind it all that much when it came from you, but only from you. You’re crawling into his lap cupping his cheeks and planting one, two, no three small kisses to his pouty lips grinning softly as his skin pinkens under your affection.

“I’m only teasing you, don’t worry about it, love.” You laugh, as he moves to rest his head against your chest kissing at the tops of your breasts.

“I don’t like that joke and you know it.” He murmurs.

“I do, I’m sorry but there’s something else isn’t there?”

“I don’t like when they summon you, you always see him and I don’t like it.”

“Hmm, it’s nothing you should worry about. I’m perfectly content here.” you smile softly kissing him again before sliding off his lap. He watches you shuffle around the room, throwing a sheer robe over your form if only to spare the lives of those who should lose their eyes for incurring Yoongi’s wrath. You have no shame, but why would you? A once celestial being is nothing if not perfect unless of course they were you. Lucifer they had named you, but the bibles of man had gotten it wrong, you were no man, but more woman than any other Yoongi had ever laid eyes on.

He’d once been married to Adam way before that whore Eve came about but he’d never been this happy. You didn't try to smother his naturally curious nature, hadn’t even batted any lashes when he’d questioned you in the so-called order of the world. It was oddly freeing, but so utterly overwhelming because you nurtured his curiosity. Had been more than happy to answer any of his questions, and had been even happier when he’d asked if it were possible to stay in hell indefinitely. But when he’d finally learned of the tale behind you being cast out of heaven he’d been angry, but you with your gentle tone and touch had quelled that anger reminding him that it wasn't worth his anger. After all your banishment had led him to you in the end and for that he was thankful.

“So will you go? To the meeting that is.”

“I will, but only to appease the old man. This’ll be the last, I’ll make sure of it.” you sigh finally deciding to get dressed, the quicker you go meet him the quicker you can officially cut ties with heaven.

The car pulls up to a building in the middle of the city that towers high above most of the others, and you can't help but grimace just thinking about entering it. Your driver Johnny peeks at you in the rearview mirror, a small hesitant smile tilting his lips.

“We’re here ma’am.”

“I know, I just need a moment.” you breathe, taking in deep breaths to settle the nervous beat of your heart.

“Perhaps it would’ve been better had the queen accompanied you?” he says still eyeing you through the mirror.

“No, the queen has more important things to attend to than this.” you laugh thinking of how annoyed Yoongi had been that you had explicitly told him to stay behind. Stupid summons, you think shooting Johnny a smile before sliding out of the car.

“Should I wait for you?”

“No, you should head on home, I pray that it’ll be quick.” you close the door behind you hearing the click, click of your heels against the pavement, then on the white marble of the floors in the building. Lisa sits at the receptionist desk, a gaudy thing that takes up entirely too much space. To the left is a fountain, it’s plain in design something you don't think about too much because who needed a fountain in the middle of a reception area. The elevators are to the left and just beyond that is a bar one that had been your home a long time ago.

“____!” Lisa nearly screams catching your attention as you wrangle your thoughts and pasting a warm smile onto your features. Though you had been essentially exiled from your home many of the angels who remained in heaven were still near and dear to your heart.

“Hey, it’s been a while.”

“It has, we should really catch up sometime. I know some of the others have been wanting to see you again! Did you have an appointment?” she asks quickly typing away at her keyboard and never breaking contact.

“Actually I do, I’m supposed to be meeting Jin.” you say through a tight smile, one that doesn't quite meet your eyes. She nods her head enthusiastically, gaze darting to her screen before meeting yours again.

“Oh that’s nice, he has mentioned how much he’s missed you lately. You really should come to the holiday get togethers, do you get the invitations?”

“I see, maybe they got lost? Can I go up or?”

“Maybe, if you leave your address I’ll make sure you get the next one. Actually I’ve just gotten a notice that someone will be escorting you, they should be here right about now.” she finishes as the elevator dings. It draws your attention easily as your gaze falls onto Jungkook who looks more like a man and less like the boy you left behind when exiled. His hair is longer now falling over his eyes curling inward, his suit is black a crisp white collared shirt tucked into his slacks, he’s missing a tie but he still looks good. The smile that splits his features is blinding, as you feel your own lips pull upward as he easily closes the distance wrapping you up in his arms. The hug is warm, a little too tight but still lovingly comfortable just like a hug from your little brother had always been. Except he’s firm where he used to be soft, his cheeks still hold a bit of their pudgy roundness, and his eyes still glitter like fallen stars, Jungkook has matured into a dashing young man.

“It’s nice to finally see you again.” he murmurs.

“You too Kook, Yoongi would love to have you over again.” you beam, playfully swatting at his bicep. “When did my baby brother grow into this? I almost didn't recognize you.”

“It took some time and a lot of work.”

“Oh, a girl?” he laughs motioning towards the elevator.

“No, I just have a lot of free time when I’m not working. It’s kinda hard being an archangel when you aren’t being a menace.”

“I’m married now, I don't have time to act like a petulant child anymore I do rule a kingdom after all.”

“Hmm, that sounds like something Yoongi would say. The ____ I grew up with started a whole rebellion, not just once either. My, my, my, the king of hell has gotten soft after marriage.” he smirks down at you as you huff lips parting to reply when the elevator finally arrives.

“M’not soft, I just don't have the time. Souls come in left and right, my kingdom isn't all torture and eternal damnation as they would have you believe.”

“I know, I just think it would be fun.” The rest of the ride up is quiet, but comfortable with no annoying elevator music to fill the silence, just the soft shallow sound of your breathing. You want to apologize to Jungkook, and not for the first time because when you were exiled he’d been left alone. Half his friends had gone with you and Namjoon had taken up the task of helping Jin clean up the mess you’d made. You just never know how to start, never know whether your words will mend his wounds or just further hurt him. Sadly you don't get the chance as the elevator comes to a halt with a ding, the doors slide open to an empty room just as white and blinding as the reception area.

“This is where you get off, I’ll make sure to visit Yoongi soon.” he chuckles, gently shoving you to get your feet moving.

You watch the doors slide shut on your brother, your heart aches when you think of how much he has grown in your absence. A knot forms in your throat, as you struggle to hold in the sob that threatens to slip past your lips.

“Surely you aren’t crying Luci.” Jimin laughs. The tone is light, playful even but the words wash over like a cold spray of sea water in the winter. Anger springs forth, spreading through your being at his overly friendly tone, the blatant disrespect he has for you, a king.

“Are we friends?” you ask voice even, mirroring his playful tone but lacking any warmth.

“I would think so. C’mon Luci, it’s been ages since I’ve last seen you, lighten up will you. Congratulations on your marriage, what was his name now? Lilith I think.”

“And it would be longer had God not summoned me, and how dare you speak my husband's name!” you spit, irises blazing with restrained energy.

“Luci, really we’re friends, more than friends even, we were lov-”

“ENOUGH!” you seethe, the heat of your skin is uncomfortable, a reminder that you aren’t in hell and though your power in Heaven is still astounding it’s nowhere near the level it would be in your kingdom.

“I was about to say the same.” Jin chimes, a soft almost loving smile kissing his lips. His gaze settles you, a sense of calm washing over you licking away the heat that had once wrapped around your form like a vice.

“____, my sweet ____, how I’ve missed you.” Jin whispers as he wraps you in a hug that reminds you of Jungkook’s. You can feel your body begin to sag against his, something that is alarming in itself because there are others in the room.

“Hello father, it’s been a while.” you say robotically.

“It has, how have you been?”

“Fine, everything is fine. Why did you summon me?” you ask skirting past the normal pleasantries.

“Well Jimin is the one who wanted to see you, I was planning a visit to Hell soon either way.” he smiles down at you kissing your forehead the way only a father does and leaving you and Jimin alone.

“How dare you?” you ask once you’re certain Jin can no longer hear you.

“Is it really hard to believe that I wanted to see you again?”

“Yes, because it's all your fault. I was exiled because of you.”

“It was for the greater good.”

“I trusted you, you were the one who started the rebellion. You were the one who gained followers, and I was one of them. I was willing to help you overthrow my father, because you were right, why should we bow to humans they are nothing. Do you know what their greatest gift is?”

“Not this again.”

“Free will, my father gave them free will so that they could forge their own paths but still punishes them for their choices. That wasn’t a gift, it was a curse, and I rule over them, over the souls of those unworthy of heaven. All because you got caught and put all the blame on me like some coward. No, not some coward, like the coward I knew you were but I was too blind, too in love to look past. Don’t you understand my life after exile is better than it was when I was an angel.”

“Better, you’re kingdom is nothing but misery. A kingdom of worthless souls damned to eternal suffering, how is that better than here?” he scoffs brow furrowed at just how laughable that sounded.

“My kingdom is flourishing under my rule, my queen takes great part in it’s betterment. Without him, we wouldn’t be anywhere near where we are now nor would I be the king I am today. What have you got to show for your betrayal besides a fancy rank? Gabriel was an archangel from birth, you were not.” you laugh feeling a prickle of heat at your fingertips.

“I would tread lightly ____, you’re kingdom could easily fall to ruin.” he mocks a smirk tilting his lips.

“That almost sounds like a threat.”

“And so what if it is. Heaven would crush your pathetic kingdom, you should be afraid. Your father still cares for you, even with your exile as does Gabriel but an archangel of my status doesn't need his approval to defend heaven.”

“I may not have started the rebellion all those years ago, but I have learned from my mistakes. I fear nothing, if you are seeking a war then a war you shall have but my kingdom, nor my people will lose. I will be the victor, and when it is all over, you will regret having betrayed me; because I am stronger than you will ever be.”

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kittycatgundam · 5 years ago

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Odd Omens

Chapter 1

Angels and demons, good and evil is there ever anything in between a gray area? This question had my head spinning for a long time. Life is just weird most of the time.

I believe it just the way thing work and went on with my life. If only life was that easy. At least my life.

But no my life a pile of complicated shit. I wouldn't wish my life on my worst enemy.

Okay that's enough renting now I'll tell you my story.

For a long time I didn't have a name. You see my earliest memory is of a garden. Not just any garden no. It all started in the Garden of Eden.

Yep, that garden, the one with Adam and Eve.

My parents were both angels.

Wait, I hear you angels can't have kids can they?

I'm not sure myself how it happen but my parents found a way. I wish I could ask but I can't you see they are dead. Now were was I ... oh yeah the garden.

It's this garden were I was born. I bet you think I was born a angel with white wings on my back. You're only half right. My left wing is white but my right is black.

But how I hear you ask. Well, like I said both my parents were angels but my mom end up becoming a demon while she was pregnant with me. Get the picture now.

So I'm half angel and half demon. Cool huh, not really.

If you know anything about heaven and hell they don't like anything that they think might overpower them and that were I come in. You see I was seen as a threat to their power.

I think you might be getting the picture I think.

My parents hide my very existence so I would be safe. Of course any parent hided there kid from danger everyone know that. But how do you hid a kid from a god who can see everything. It's not easy let me tell you. Let's just say god was too busy with what was going in his garden. Untill my parents were found out to be in a relationship.

While I was in hiding I never saw but one of my parents at a time it was safer that way.

So I never went out into the garden you ask. Well you see I did go out to the garden and I made a couple of friends who mean the world to me. If you can call them friends. Maybe they are I'm not sure.

The first I met was a snake. He was in one of the trees. I went up to the snake and pet his head. That right I was not scared at all that the snake might bit me. I never need to be scared at any of the animals in the garden they were all really nice to me.

This snake had beautiful eyes and was so cool looking. He even talked to me. Yep, animals can talk in the garden but then again it might been that I could talk to them I don't know.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?" The snake ask me.

"I live here this only place I know. I don't who am, I don't even have a name you see. I just know I like you and that all I know." I told the snake.

"I see." Said the snake.

After that I would come see my snake friend ever now and then but one day he disappeared. I couldn't find him anywhere but I did found someone else.

An angle was standing by the tree that snake would be in when I came to see him. He look nice and maybe he knew where my snake friend was but I couldn't let him see me or anyone see who I really was so I had to change my appearance into something that was not out of place. I turn myself into a fox.

"Well, hello there little fellow." The angel saided to me.

I growled at him. "I'm a girl not a boy." I informed him.

"Sorry, about that you all look the same so it hard to tell. What a minute did you just speak to me?" He said as he was take aback by a fox talking to him.

"Yes, is that weird that I can talk?" I ask him as I sat next to him.

"Well, it can be sometime but you might be special. So why are you here?" He ask me.

"I'm looking for my snake friend he gone and I can't find him anywhere. Do you know were he is?" I ask him.

"Sorry my dear I don't where he is. You'll found him one day I bet so don't give up." He told me.

Since that day I would go to the tree and talk to the angle. That was untill a thing happen you know what the thing I'm talking about.

On that day is the day my parents die. My dad was with me that day. He had two piece of fruit from one of the trees from the garden. The fruit were the tree the I meet my friends at to talk to them. I didn't know what was going on. He told me to take the fruit and run. This is the last time I would ever see my dad ever again.

I run untill I found another cave to hide in. I ate both of the fruit. I decided the best way for me to survive was to become a fox and that what I did.

The garden was no more, my parents were gone, and friends were no were to be seen. The truth was I was now alone. I thought I would stay alone for eternity.

I was so wrong. You see life funny that way when you think your life will be one way it never stays that way. I did change onto turn my human form sometime. Just looking for the for the best way to survive.

On that note I have many form but I mostly use 5 forms. Forms one: my real form which just my white and black wings along with my actual eyes that are silver in color and look more like cats eyes then human ones.

Form 2: a fox with reddish blond fur coat and a fluffy tail. The form that I'm in most of the time. I usually only change out of this form if it's foxes mating season.

Form 3: swan is a form I don't really use but I love going to a pond or lake and changing into my swan form and going for swim and there also the flying of course I can't forget that. It's the best feeling in the world flying on one own wings. Better then going to some airport and jumping on a plane that for sure.

Form 4: snake form is a form I rarely used. It's not that I hate been in this form not at all but a white opal color snake with silver eyes doesn't seem like very good camouflage does it. Beautiful yes great for surviving nope.

Form 5: my last form is my human one of course. My human form has reddish blonde hair, bright blue normal looking eyes, and freckles lots of freckles. The only thing I change about this form is that fact of look like a man or a woman. I only been a man when it was easier for me to find work. Oh yeah I don't date. The companies great but the rest of it I can do without thank you very much. I do try to save as much money as I can it better to have some stashed away just in case. So I lots of mony in alots of banks. In truth I probably couldn't spend it all even if I tried.

I readed lots of books. Love stories, Mysteries, fun stories, and stories about different cultures. You never know where you'll end up. It helps to brush up on a local customs so you can blend in. My favorite stories are The Swan Princess and The Ugly Duckling.

I have one tiny problem two actually. My accent and my charisma. The more I stay at one place more my accent begins to adapt once it does it hard to change it. Then there my charisma, it make thing easy sometime and harder other times. Like I said I'm not interesting in dating. I mean I trying to stay under Heaven and Hell radar here. I also don't stay in one place long enough for that sort of thing.

One day I went to a theater in London since those were now becoming popular to watch a new play by a new guy call William Shakespeare. The play was call Hamlet.

I watch the play and noticed two men in the front, one look like just like the angle I met in the garden many centuries ago. The other guy he was with I didn't know.

They were watching play too. They were whispering to each other. What I didn't know what they were talk about since I was to far away to hear untill I hear the guy who look like my angel friend try to cheer on Hamlet. I think he was ask what his friend thought about the play because he then told them that the guy I didn't know was not his friend. I just roll my eyes at this.

Why are you talking to him if he not your friend. You seem like you know him. I left the theater and became a fox again.

I don't like deal with people. Humans have too much of a ego sometime. I went back to been in my human form once again. Why you ask me because sometime I'm too curious for my own good. Sometime I like to eat food even though I don't need to, listening to music is always good, looking for a good book, or just see how the world changes. I never need a reason to be either in my human form or my fox form.

And so the world changes from one century to the next. New thing pop up everwhere citys, cars, tvs, and phones.

Yes, I have a smart phone who doesn't these days.

I was in my human form. I been in my human form for awhile now. I just try to survive so I had to adapt to my surroundings.

One day I took a walk in St James's Park. I very fond of this park. It has a pond to bad it's duck pound. Duck can be such bullies. I was walking to the pond when I noticed I was being followed by some guy. Great, this is not what I need today. Oh by the way I decided to make my human form a woman from now on. I was try to lose the guy who was following me but I couldn't shake him.

"Damn!" I said under my breath.

I need to stop guy from following me. If I couldn't shake him the next best thing to do was to find some people to talk to which work most of the time.

I saw two guys setting on a bench feeding the ducks. Perfect, just what I needed to get this stalker to leave.

One guy setting on the bench had white hair and his friend had dark hair. I walk along the pond and wave at them.

"Hi guys, fancy meeting..."

I didn't get finish this sentence because I didn't know where I was going and was too close to the pond. I slipped and fell right into the water. I was now wet from head to toe. I looked at my stalker to white who seem to be worry if I was ok but dark just look at me like he was thinking how much more stupider can this girl get. I blushed at this and looked away.

The stalker and white seem to be getting ready to come to my rescue but stop because dark had beat them to it. He stood in fornt of me offering his hand to help me up.

"Here let me help you miss." He offered.

I give him my hand and he pull me helping me up but as soon as I was up on my feet dark took this opportunity just to sweep me off my feet and carry me out of the water and to the closest bench.

I held on to dark as he carry me. I saw my stalker was not happy and stormed off.

"You need to be more careful miss." Dark warned me.

"Ok." I manage to get out.

My attention was now on dark. He was hot, like male supermodel hot! He was tall, strong, and wore very stylish clothing which I bet now needed to be taken to the dry cleaners which I was probably end up paying for.

I try keep myself from look at him. It didn't stop me from smelling his cologne which smell really good. I held on tighter to him. My chest begin to tighten as well. I started to think happily that I wouldn't mean if dark never put me down.

Before I knew it I was setting on the bench. White came to see if I was hurt. Dark bend down and gently took my high heel boot off. He move up the pants leg of my jeans and took a look at my left ankle.

"She did a great job of twisting her ankle." Dark told white.

"Look really bad, don't worry my dear we take to the hospitals. You poor thing, you're shaking! Crowley give me your jacket so she can warm up." White said worryingly.

"No." Crowley said angrily. "We are not take her the hospitals. I'm not letting her set a foot in my Bentley so you can forget about it Aziraphale. If you want to help her get on your phone and call for someone else to help her."

"But she hurt, wet, and cold. I'm not going to just stand by and wait for someone else to help her. Look now you are scaring her. Don't worry miss Corwley may look all mean and scary but deep he just a big soft teddy bear." Aziraphale said try to reassuring me by patting my shouder.

Crowley shot him a look of pure anger. If looks could kill this one would have.

"Fine!" Said Crowley angrily. "Here, wear my jacket. I'm going to pick you up and carry you to the car ok?"

I nodded that I understood.

Once again Crowley pick me gently and carry me to his car. I rested my head on his chast has his cologne hit my nose again. I was started to having weird feeling. I was warm, safe, and happy in his arms. Yes, there were alarm Bells screaming in my head but I didn't care.

Aziraphale open the car door so Crowley could sit me down in the front seat of the car. Aziraphale got in the back seat and Corwley got into the driver side.

Crowley's driving can be described like he was in a car chase like in the movies. He was going 90 miles per hour which I knew wasn't speed limit in central London. I thought I was going to die on the way to the hospitals.

Thank to Crowley driving we got to the hospitals in no time. Crowley park the Bentley as close to the hospital entrance that he could get. He got out of the and came to my side and open the door.

"Put the jacket on and put your arms around my neck." Cowley said as he getting ready to pick me up again.

I did as I was told.

"That a good kitty." Crowley teased me.

"Just to let you know this kitty got claws! I might scratch you." I teased him back.

He stop and put his face close to mine.

"I wouldn't mind some scratching and bitting a little later after this if you catch my drift my little sex kitten." Crowley whisper teasley in my ear.

I turn bright red and try to hide my face.

"Damn you to hell!" I mumbled.

"No thank you, been there not a fan." Crowley mumbled.

Oops guess he heard me. Damn I need to work on my teasing game. Wait, what am I saying!

Been carry by Crowley I could tell that had he great body. Oh my god, I just want to shut my mind off. If you were thinking my imagination was running away with me with thoughts I dare not mention you would be right. I wish I wasn't immortal because I just wanted to die.

And Crowley was enjoying evey minute of torturing me.

We found a seating area and Crowley sat me in a chair. Aziraphale went up to the fornt desk to tell a nurse about my twisted ankle. Crowley set next to me. There a noise as my stomach rumbled.

"Are you hungry? I can get a treat as long you keep been a good kitty." Said Crowley enjoy this a bit too much for my taste.

"I'm little hungry but I can wait you needn't worry about me." Told him as I looked round the rest area so I didn't have to look at his face anymore.

This first time someone was make me hissing mad. I wish he just stop.

Crowley walk off and disappeared for a while. Aziraphale sat down on the chair on the other of me.

"We might be here awhile. Were did Crowley go?" Aziraphale wondered.

"I don't know and I don't care." I said as I folded my arms in front of me.

"I'm guessing Crowley been have some fun picking on you. I can tell him to stop if it annoys you." Said Aziraphale.

"No, that ok."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, I'll just ignore him when he tries to pick on me again." I told Aziraphale and give him smile.

Aziraphale didn't seem so sure about it

Crowley finally came back and sit down next to me.

"Here!" Crowley drop a bag in my lap.

I opened the bag and inside was a sandwich, a bag of crisps, a couple of candy bar, and a coke.

"You didn't have to but thank you Crowley." I said happily.

I guess he really can be a nice guy not just a jerk.

"Well, later we can just ask the vet what kind food our little kitty should eat." Crowley tease me again.

"Crowley, I think that enough teasing her." Aziraphale told him.

"Here I through there hope for you become a better man but I guess even I can be wrong." I tease Crowley.

"You not helping yourself my dear. You might want to stop egging him on." Aziraphale try to warned me.

"Sorry I can't be a better man but maybe later you can find out what I really am." Crowley patting my head as he said this. "And since you're been such a good kitty we'll go buy you a catnip mouse. What do you think Aziraphale?"

"I think you two are out of your minds." Azriphale took out his phone and started to ignore us.

I ate the food Crowley gave me and hug Crowley jacket closer to myself.

I guess Crowley through I was getting cold because he put a arm around me and pull me closer to him to warm me up. I was almost in his lap. I smell his cologne again and I put head on his shouder. The smell of Crowley cologne seem to make me relax and I fell sleep. By the way I don't need to sleep but I do fine it help me to distress and cleared my mind. So I do sleep from time to time. Same with eating since I don't need to.

"Come on wake up, or do you want me to wake you with a kiss like in that stupid fairy tale." Crowley whispered in my ear.

" Eww, no thank you." I was grossed out at the thought of Crowley kissing me.

"You two stop that." Aziraphale warned us to behave ourselves.

A nurse came up to us with a wheelchair for me.

"Get in and I will wheel you to an examining room miss." The nurse said.

Crowley pick me up and put me in the wheelchair. The nurse wheel into a examininh room. The doctor came a few minutes later and examine my angle. Told me what all doctor will tell you about a twisted ankle. Stay off of it for a few days and let it rest. Also put some ice on it.

I was wheel back to rest area after I paid the bill.

Crowley and Aziraphale were waitting for me.

"Doctor told me to stay off my ankle for a few days." I told them.

"Tell us were you live and we will take you home." Asked Aziraphale.

I look down sadly. I must have worry Crowley a bit too.

"You don't have a home do you?" Asked Crowley.

"What?!" Aziraphale was shocked.

"I had a flat I share with a flatmate. My flatmate was a guy and he kick me out because I wouldn't go out with him." I told them. "But it ok I can alway stay at a hotel untill I fine another flat no big deal."

I try to get up out the wheelchair but Crowley stop me before Aziraphale could get to me. He pick me up out wheelchair.

"Hey, put down I can walk on my own you know." I told him.

"Stop, bad kitty! Stop acting so proud. You are staying at my place and I'm not take no for answer." Crowley yell at me.

Aziraphale look at me sadly. I couldn't get any words to come out. Why is Crowley been nice to me? I didn't trust anyone. I been alone for so long. Part of me want to trust them. I guess even I in my long immortal life get lonely.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #angel and demon

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doodleswithangie · 1 year ago

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season one done!!! i’m just putting my really long scattered thoughts under the cut here before i move on to season two

right out the gate, during the intro sequence with god i was like, ah, somehow this is not the tone i expected but it is right up my alley

the garden of eden scene is a really good establishing introduction aziraphale and crowley and what i assume are the themes of the show (heaven and hell and humanity and "how funny would it be if i did the good thing and you did the bad thing" "it wouldn't be funny at all!")

side note #1 i have only ever read aziraphale so now i can pronounce it correctly in my head

i won't speak too much on the plot other than i like how all the plot threads and parties progressed independently and then interconnected at the end, i'm always a fan of that - how each group feels like they could carry their own show (and tbh i'm surprised good omens is more of an ensemble piece than solely focused on aziraphale and crowley).

the kids were great, how they had their own coming-of-age adventure that goes horribly wrong. (i spent far too long trying to figure out if adam naturally grew up to be demonically evil or angelically good but instead he was incredibly human - rude but kindhearted but naughty but caring)

the witchhunters arc was interesting, the parallels between the two couples (obviously) and them to aziraphale and crowley, anathema's dedication to her family's mission vs newt trying to find any sort of direction in his life (yeah the romance was a bit clunky but i'm not that hard to please if there are cute moments - and i just thought of this but the contrast of newly discovered love and old tentative love and ancient comfortable love and the intimacy of all of them idk)

side note #2 jack whitehall being in this was actually the first thing i knew about this show, back when i saw the first series trailer in a movie theater. i did pause the show to see if anyone else also thought he was quite good in this against-type role.

idk what i thought aziraphale and crowley's dynamic was going to be (solely based off of years of passively seeing them on tumblr) - probably more bickering or abrasive or not even friendly as is typical for the opposites attract trope? but instead it truly is domestic gentle long-lived friendship.

also them as characters! aziraphale's belief in this bureaucratic heaven at odds with his love for humanity and earth and its indulgences. crowley's disinterest in hell's proceedings at odds and his love for humanity and earth and its innovation.

cleaning the stain - very cute in how it establishes crowley will do anything for aziraphale and they both know it (but also in hindsight - and i don’t think anyone else has this interpretation so i could be reading way into it bc it’s 5 am - it could foreshadow aziraphale later wanting/tbh expecting crowley to be the one to kill the antichrist bc it’s not befitting for an angel but this time crowley outright refuses? idk i think there are parallels between this convo and the bandstand but again it is 5 am and maybe i am shane madej connecting the dots)

the wall - nothing that hasn’t already been said before but i love how unphased aziraphale is

episode 3 was so good in showing their changing relationship throughout the centuries, i could go on about all of them.

"fraternizing" - i still can't tell if crowley was so angry bc aziraphale was purposely downplaying their relationship to each other, bc it's clear at this point it's more than just an arrangement, they're actually friends. also, this is the start of a pattern i've sort of noticed, in which they argue and fight and split up bc they're not telling each other the whole truth.

the briefcase - the delicate swelling music focused on aziraphale focused on crowley, and i was like, "did he just fall in love? or is he realizing crowley is kind? or that they're actually best friends?" and then a week later i learned neil says michael says this is the moment aziraphale falls in love with crowley.

"you go too fast for me, crowley" - THE WAY I GASPED, MY BREATH LEFT ME, I CAN'T IMAGINE HOW THE CONTEXT CHANGES IN LIGHT OF S2

the bandstand - crowley defending their friendship (see "fraternizing"), aziraphale citing the heaven/hell divide, crowley not believing aziraphale for even a second ("i don't even like you!" "you do!" so quick!) bc he knows aziraphale doesn't mean it

"you're so clever! how can someone as clever as you be so stupid!" - again this is not the dynamic i expected!! crowley respects aziraphale, he admires aziraphale, this isn't a backhanded compliment, it's pure frustration grounded in love

the bookshop fire - BRUTAL

"do something or-" (holds up flaming sword) "or i'll never speak to you again!" - a bait and switch? but also the latter threat being what pushes crowley to push past the pain into action

the body switch - the transformation scene is one of the first things i saw on tumblr way back, but i never knew why they switched bodies, so seeing the build up and the climax of the failed punishments was so good. and i just learned it was added for the show!! so that’s really cool.

side note #3 - i just learned this week that they hold hands on the bus, which kind of feeds into what i suspected in that they switched places on the bus (idk if anyone else drew that conclusion but yeah it could also be sweet acting choices)

david tennant as aziraphale as crowley (pre-park bench) - doesn't slink around and somehow has a gentler but firm voice except when he goes all out in the tub and is allowed to be flippant and wild

michael sheen as crowley as aziraphale (pre-park bench) - his expressions in heaven, i can't even describe them but it was so calculated as subdued with underlying distain and disgust and anger and looked out of place on aziraphale’s face

the ritz - incredibly sweet, incredibly romantic, full circle moment to the garden in there being a little bit of a good thing in crowley and a little bit of a bad thing in aziraphale and their whole beings loved wholly by the other

i wonder if i had watched good omens at the time of premiere, i would've been able to read the romantic scenes as intended or if i would've initially leaned more towards deep loving friendship (which they also have let's be clear). my thoughts would've changed once i learned about neil and terry and david and michael's intentions, but it's interesting to watch scenes that you suspect might've been the subject of debate pre-season 2, or scenes that get recontextualized in light of season 2.

anyways, i'm just thinking out loud now. i wanted to type all this out (as many thoughts as i can verbalize anyway, some were just feelings) so i can refer back to this after i finish season 2, which i vaguely know the plot of and little scenes here and there and obviously know the big ending, but i'm excited to finally watch it in full!!

time to start good omens (as in season 1, episode 1) wish me luck

#good omens #i don't usually do this but i want to give myself a before and after

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fanishjuli · 3 years ago

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SO, everyone who follows me knows that I've been deep into Good Omens this past couple months so when I saw this I immediately thought about them. BUT, not in the way everyone is probably thinking.

because if our two characters are "sad backstory who was taught not to get attached" and "kind-hearted affectionate character who shows them genuine friendship for the first time in their life" and we have to apply that then it's a no-brainer, Crowley is the first and Aziraphale is the second. and you're right. BUT. also the other way around.

[note: I am using "love" and "fell in love" through this post but I don't mean it necessarily in a romantic sense. I believe that their love (because they do very much love each other, canonically) can be read and interpreted as one chooses, so you can choose to read it as romantic or no throughout this post as well.]

let me explain. at the beginning, in Eden, Crowley is definitely the first character (sad backstory, learnt not to get attached) and Aziraphale the second (kind, affectionate, shows friendliness). and yes, Eden is, arguably, when Crowley fell in love with Zira, or when he started to, at least.

but the thing is, they don't fall in love with each other at the same time. and I firmly believe that after Eden their character archetypes (the two this post is talking about, at least) get inverted.

and I'm not saying that being in love/loving Aziraphale made Crowley "good" or whatever. nah, nope, wrong. Crowley is, and has always been –as far back as we have canonical evidence– a good person with strong moral values (the earliest example we have is Eden itself, paraphrasing: "a bit harsh, kicking them out on a first offence" "I don't see what's so bad about knowing the difference between good and evil" and furthermore: "not the kids, you can't kill kids!" and so many other and even a million more that the show doesn't show us) [for more see: this meta on Crowley's moralities vs god's]

nah, Aziraphale showing Crowley friendliness didn't make him kind and good and all that. what it did was exactly that, show him friendliness. it showed him what friendship was or could be like. it showed him selfless unconditional kindness. it didn't teach it to Crowley, but it showed him that it existed. that it was a possibility. and by selfless unconditional kindness I mean just that: Aziraphale is kind to Crowley disregarding the fact that Crowley's a demon and he's an angel and his job should probably be to smite/kill him on sight.

that's when the inversion of archetypes happens. Crowley now knows of this selfless kind friendship, and he will spend the next six thousand years learning it. learning how it works and how to show it, how to offer Aziraphale selfless kind unconditional friendship in return for that one act in Eden's wall. and he will fuck up and try again, and fuck up and try again, a million billion times. [for more see: this meta on Crowley keeps coming back to Aziraphale]

and meanwhile, Aziraphale will undergo/is undergoing his "sad backstory" and learning not to trust. he places his trust in god and in heaven and he is let down time and time again (and we can argue if he's let down by god or not depending on your interpretation of god in the in-canon universe but that's a discussion for another day. regardless, he is let down by heaven) (which we see when he trusts god/heaven's decisions through history over his own internal moral compass: in kicking Adam and Eve out even tho he low-key agrees with Crowley (and he gives them his sword bc "it's a viscous world out there! and she's expecting!" aka "they shouldn't be going out there in these conditions but I have no choice on the matter. I will, however, give them my sword in hopes it helps them"), with the ark when he so clearly disagrees with drowning everyone but can't do anything about it, with Jesus and him being "not consulted" about decisions he so very clearly disagrees with, absolutely everything about the apocalypse, even when Sodom and Gomorrah are mentioned and he cringes. he chooses to trust heaven each and every time, despite wanting to do otherwise, and he's let down every time. everyone drowns, innocent children and all, and the rainbow doesn't help for shit. Jesus dies begging for no repercussions for those who kill him and what? what does he die for? for telling everyone to be kind to each other? what does his death accomplish? and heaven forbids Aziraphale to do anything about it. we don't get a canon version of what happens with Sodom and Gomorrah, but still, they killed all those innocent people, and even if they were sinful, what of it? they're humans they can be sinful that's the whole point. they can be and do whatever they want. and then finally the apocalypse. the apocalypse is when Aziraphale finally acknowledges that, yes, heaven has broken his trust, and maybe they weren't even deserving of said trust in the first place. they intend to burn this planet to the ground and they don't give an absolute shit about it and everyone in it, all because of a dick measuring contest that they've had a raging boner for since before time. the apocalypse is Aziraphale's breaking point.)

so, Aziraphale goes through his tragic backstory and learns not to trust. the thing is, he knew (or was told) not to trust Crowley in particular since before that, since before Eden, simply bc of his status as a demon. the tragic backstory wasn't necessary for that. if anything it amplifies it, it forces him not to trust Crowley even when he wants to because he continues choosing heaven over and over again until the Metatron tells him to fuck off.

[edit: I forgot to link the other metas I mentioned whoops. I'll find the link and add them later]

This is THE shipping dynamic and you can’t change my mind

#good omens #meta #Aziraphale #Crowley #good omens meta #my meta #Ineffable Partners #Azicrow

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