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simmonsized · 2 years

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It’s okay, rambles are fun to read. Anything that talks about a character I like is inherently entertaining by default.

I just realized how much I’ve been sending you asks, I apologize. This is way more than I planned but it’s just really fun.

That’s true too, about like the older guardians. I recognized that they’re harder to talk about like we do with the strilonde Guardians, so general thoughts about them are cool too!

It’s very sweet how much Alpha Rose cares for her brother :)

Mom and Bro are my favorite subjects, mainly because their history is so unavailable. It’s just pure speculation. We get hints of it with Mom because she works for Skaianet but Bro? What the fuck is his deal?

We can say the same thing for Alpha Dave and Rose and we can just assume they had a similar upbringing in some ways, but that just brings us back to “what was up with you guys??”

Okay, it’s Mom and Bro time because ofc I have to ask about them again. Still pretty interested in that traveling stuff that’s been hinted in your fic.

Also, I just reread some of the Bro POV chapters and I love when they hug. This one person I was talking to jokingly described them as the unstoppable force and immovable object. I thought it was the cutest shit ever. I just wanted to share that.

Hello sorry I put off answering this because I've been busy BUT

yes, alpha rose and dave are stupid codependent and it is tragic and silly but they'll be okay. one day.

but who cares about them (me) MOM AND BRO AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT?????????????????????????

(RNG canon stuff obviously) I feel like it would be spoiling what i call the (well i call it by my name but for simplicity we'll say my url) deserts cinematic fic universe where i just. have connecting plot points between all my works for no goddamn reason BUT

Basically the little headcanon is that Mom and Bro were on their own in their respective Places (New York, Houston) for the first thirteen years of their lives. Canon to the Skaianet logs (once again, cringe and bad but like, works for me thematically), Harley set them both up with financials, but we'll assume they didn't have real access to them. I like to think it was Nanna who eventually couldn't fucking take how badly these two little punks were doing anymore and insisted on intervening. Bro was up to some. Not good shit lol it involved swords. Mom was just being a brat somewhere

ANYWAY due to the obligations of the session and timeline they couldn't KEEP them (nanna had a husband and son and a job to do after all and harley is. well. harley) but they did a lot of VISITING, mostly flying to washington to stay with nanna for the summers, and sometimes bro would even get flown to new york if harley was in town. grandpa let roxy visit the island (once) but never bro. go fucking figure (though if hiveswap is to be believed he did have a creepy old house in the woods too LOL). it came to a head when they were 16, and nanna and grandpa decided they were old enough to be sat down and told about The Stuff (though in my world guardians always kind of Know though whether that comes with age or not, who is to say, but like, u know, basically laying out the feeling for them into a concrete idea.

Bro already knew that all, ofc

grandpa tells mom that she's gonna be getting the house and stuff and then she and bro get into a fight abt it bc he loves her but he's so horribly bitter and jealous and already knows he's going to die yes i guess this is spoillies but whatever, and anyway that is how they like, friend breakup. Bro goes back to doing his fucked up sword thing, Mom waits for the house to be built.

once the house is built she invites bro back to new york but he's Different Now in a way she can't explain and it's so obvious his heart is all closed off and he just. sucks!!! god that guy sucks but i love him

ANYWAY YES they used to spend summers in different places but always houston, wa, or new york and stuff together! and they'd share a suitcase bc mom would constantly lose hers, so bro would always underpack so he conveniently had room for her.

anyway they love each other but have deeply hurt each other

razzle dazzle

#me rambling at length for silly purposes obviously #the run and go fic #sort of lol #technically it's spread through like #waves hand lol #u know #BUT STILL!!!!!!#i could talk about them all day but show vs tell etc etc hahaha

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crimefightingpigeons · 4 years

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I’ve shared my head canon on how we go from Doomsday to Turn Left - your turn! What do you think happens??

ok so after some thinking I decided to take this chance to write my own fic in response... Here’s part 1 of 3(?)!

A Brief Guide to Love and Defending the Universe

Rose stood on the beach, staring out into the distance. Funny how the world can be so calm at a moment like this, she thought.

She couldn’t bear to leave. She knew it was impossible, knew it wasn’t going to happen, but there was that voice in the back of her mind telling her to wait. I’m coming to get you… No. Not to you… Always wait five and a half hours… I’ll see you later… She replayed his words over and over in her mind. There were so many times she had thought they would never see each other again, so many times he had promised he’d never leave her behind. So no, she couldn’t just go.

An hour passed. Two hours, four hours, seven hours passed. But nothing happened. With a deep breath Rose got up from the rock she had posted herself at, her legs wobbling as blood rushed back into them. She stood there for just a moment more, her last strand of hope fading away with the wind. Then she walked back to the car where her family had been waiting, defeat hanging heavily over her head.

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The next day she went back to work. Torchwood. It had taken her a few weeks after arriving in this world to let herself even walk back into that building. And even then she hated it, blamed its existence for trapping her here. But she ached for the adventures and running and danger she had come to love so dearly, so eventually she gave in. She had become reckless, though, not caring if she left a mission alive or dead. It wasn’t until an intervention brought on by Jackie, Mickey, Pete, and Jake that Rose started pretending to put an effort into surviving.

But beginning today that would different. As soon as she got to her office, Rose cancelled all her meetings and notified Jake and Mickey that she would be unavailable for any missions. Then, with a new determination about her, Rose went down to the archives grabbing every textbook, every video, every plan that might be important to her new project. She sat down and got to work.

Because, you see, the night before, she had a realization. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t possible—it didn’t matter if it couldn’t happen—she was going to get back to the Doctor and nothing was going to stop her. After all, how many times had he come back for her? How many times had he done the impossible for her? So this time she would do it for him.

Over the next few months, Rose hopped back and forth between working at Torchwood and researching at home. She had decided to keep her project a complete secret, even from her own family. As supportive as they had been, Rose wasn’t entirely sure how they would respond to her new hobby. Everyone was trying so desperately to get her to move forward with her life, she could only imagine what they would think of (what they would undoubtedly call) this new setback. And while they all wondered where her newfound genuine care for survival at Torchwood was coming from, no one dared question her about it.

Eventually, though, this project was becoming harder to keep under wraps. Her room was filling up with boxes of research that had to be carefully snuck in and out. And Jackie was becoming overbearing, nearly barging into her room on several occasions. So Rose decided to move out to her own flat. Amid piles of unpacked boxes, Rose set up her work areas. And with the additional space and privacy, she began to expand past the research phase with the help of some stolen (and jiggey pokery’d) Torchwood tech. But after half a year of working on her own, she was only running out of ideas, running out of hope. Until…

Rose was working at home one night, as she always did, when Mickey decided to make a surprise appearance.

“Rose, I know you prolly just wanna spend another night locked in on your own, but I was thinking—” he had started before catching a guilty looking Rose surrounded by a massive clutter of work. The bag of take-out he had brought along dropped to the floor.

“Mickey, it’s— I can explain…” Rose tried, but she was too exhausted to come up with an actual excuse and just let the words hang.

It didn’t take long (if any time at all) for Mickey to put the pieces together. He glanced back at Rose and then did something she absolutely wasn’t expecting.

“What can I do to help?”

From that moment on, they became unstoppable. Mickey’s technological expertise revived the project, and furthermore his support seemed to breathe life back into Rose. For the first time since she had gotten trapped in this world, part of her felt like she was returning back to normal.

It took a while, but finally they found their first tear in the universe. After months of searching, it had just appeared almost out of nowhere. It was tiny and not big enough to fit anything more than a few atoms through it, but it was there nonetheless. That night, the pair celebrated with a bottle of wine and Rose’s first honest to god smile in close to a year.

A few weeks later, another crack appeared. A day later, another one. And a few days later, their scanners picked up two more. They were all still tiny, nonthreatening—and not useful. But there was something odd about it all. After so much time of absolutely nothing, where were all of these cracks coming from? They both felt that gut instinct kick in that something wasn’t right, and after a night of weighing their options they made a decision. It was time to take this to Torchwood.

“So basically, we’ve been working on this project… trying to find new tears in the universe… but lately we’ve been coming across some interesting findings...” Rose sputtered out to the Torchwood board. She wasn’t sure why Mickey had been so insistent on her giving this presentation. Even though she’d been in this world an entire year (all the while proving her worth and always supported by Pete himself), Rose still hadn’t been given a particularly warm welcome. And right now, with eight pairs of judgmental eyes staring at her, that was being made perfectly obvious.

Over the next few hours, there wasn’t a single opinion that wasn’t voiced.

“We have far more important matters to be concerning ourselves with!”

“Wouldn’t it be more harmful to tamper with these cracks than to leave them be? I mean look, they’re tiny! Harmless!”

“Can’t we all be honest about what this whole thing is really about?”

“Can we really trust…” Whenever someone tried to finish that sentence, though, Mickey would stop them in their tracks with a firm glare.

Then it was time to come to a vote, to which the board gave a resounding (and, to Rose, unsurprising) unanimous no. Finally at this, Mickey asked Rose to leave the room. Ten minutes later, he stepped out with a full grin saying he managed to change all of their minds. Rose asked and would always wonder exactly how he did it, but he’d never tell her.

Within another month, they had a proper team and lab set up. And as reluctant and untrusting as the board had been in the beginning, they were quickly changing their tune. With their now infinitely stronger equipment and top notch resources, everyone was quickly learning the problem at hand had turned from a potentially bad mystery to a quite literally earth shattering dilemma.

Because those things Rose and Mickey thought were just tiny little cracks in their universe leading to the void? Oh they were so much worse. They were just a few of the million billion holes scattered all throughout their universe, each one bleeding into its own distinct parallel world. There was no more void, no more Hell. Just every universe in existence crashing in on one another.

For the second time in her life, Rose Tyler realized she was witnessing the end of the world.

#hopefully this doesn't suck?#you may be able to tell i am an unintentional fan of run on sentences too haha #also I’ve never written such a condensed fic before and it’s a really nice challenge!#but hopefully i'll have the next chapter up next week #and the final one in two weeks #just gotta stay focused #rose tyler #mickey smith #dimension cannon #doctor who #personal fic #loupettes

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chvrchesrp · 6 years

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Welcome to CHVRCHES’ sixteenth event!

This event is our fifth missive event, which means a little bit of what happens will be assigned to your muse. This event is a narrative to support your tasks and has only this one part. Assignments are considered game canon, whether or not you explore them deeply.

The date stamp for the event is Thursday, December 28th, for timeline purposes. You are welcome to continue writing on this date into our real-life January, as we know things are busy right now! In-character speaking, don’t write threads past the event yet—there will be an Epilogue dated for IC-New Years’ Day and our final event on January 13th.

Trigger warnings: death, gore, self-harm mentions.

In the distance, trumpets sound throughout the sky, billowing louder than the wind. They come from nothing and become nothing; the gates of Heaven still closed, those within it deaf to that strange sound and others. The white robed spirits let loose their terrible wailing, still standing outside the Church, still screaming for a justice that hasn’t come. Bodies walk among us, hollow husks and sunken cheeks, wordless and wanting. Some shades sojourn too, translucent memories of once-was lives, pale recollections of the cosmos.

The number of dead walking equal the number of the living.

Elsewhere, God and the Devil are shepherding the vulnerable and weak to safe havens. They salvage what can be saved so that there can be a world left to return to. They pronounce new things as sacred and profane, hoping it will protect more than their reverie. The plan only works if their creations save themselves. Some things are beyond even higher powers. Their Churches must save the world from the Horsemen, because if Death integrates, the Horsemen become immortal and unstoppable.

The integration must be stopped at any and all costs, otherwise the world is just a clock ticking down to its own demise to the beat of Horsemen laughter. Maria and Magda worked out more than a hunch; they believe that this time, between their wit and wisdom, their prophecies and powers, they know who Death is. They know long enough in advance to stop it, and so, tonight is the chosen time. It’s the Last Stand. It’s the End of Days. Or, its their renewal. Everyone prays for the latter with unmoving lips and strong hearts.

It was hard enough to get everyone in the same room, minds to the same task, but after all they’d been through together, there was less distance—and even a touch of camaraderie that hadn’t been there before the Halloween party. It was clear from the failure at the Oscars and the subsequent horrors unleashed that their logic was flawed—but where was the fault? The Grails were the key, but the question was how to use them. Maria realized that, just as God and the Devil were, they had to be shepherds of their own flocks.

Now, everyone was gathered, the bait easy:

They’d told the Horsemen they knew who Death was and they could come and get that individual if they dared face the Churches again. The Horsemen were suitably unimpressed, having had their run-ins with the Grails once already and deeming them a universal fluke. As the groups converged at the Hazard Recreation Center—a place with an open field, a baseball diamond—everything in the air was more palpable. The taste of iron and salt was all around them, a cocktail of foreboding, sweat, and adrenaline.

The joke is this: Death isn’t there, but the Horsemen don’t know that.

As bait, Magda is who they offer: she can talk to the dead, after all. She ticks off all the boxes: connection with Death, oddly missing ever since the last integration, and a Nephilim. Predicting her own downfall was poetic.

The Churches put Magda behind them all, making it so the Horsemen have to go through them to get to her. Belial, laughing, asks why the Horsemen should even bother; if they do nothing, Death integrates all the same, and there is nothing the Churches can do to stop an integration. To which Magda says nothing, too far to be heard, but raises a shining golden gun that Raziel got for her. The statement is clear: she’ll do what she has to in order to prevent her own integration. The Horsemen sense a trap, but aren’t sure what it is.

Why not kill Magda outright? Why give them the chance to get to her?

The look around and see a number of familiar faces are missing; Gabriel and Lazarus, for example, and Isadora from the Sinners’ board. What could they be up to? Belial looks behind the Horsemen, trying to determine if they’ve been boxed in somehow. He tells his compatriots to be wary, that there might be tricks in the trees that line the baseball diamond, or that they could be hidden under and around park materials. The Horsemen have the power, especially with the Farriers at their sides, so they engage in the fight.

Phase one is to make the Horsemen weaker: take out their Farriers.

THREAD TASKS:

A team comprised of Noah, Adele, and Isaiah go up against Elijah, the easiest one to kill, as a human—though the emotions that arise make this harder than it looks.

A team comprised of Crowley, Olivia, Tabitha, and Zack go to take down Abaddon. Crowley mortally wounds Abaddon with her Grail sometime during this harrowing battle.

A team comprised of Levi, Dom, and Grace go to tackle Heath; this happens last as Abaddon’s blood can be used as poison on the weapon to kill the everstrong Heath.

After their deaths, phase two is the elimination of the Horsemen:

THREAD TASKS:

Cassiel and Shibah (NPC) use the Trepanum Blade to go after one of their own, Donato. The grail that was a gift from Adon, a god himself, to govern one of his once-was angels.

Satan and Babylon use the Unguis Blade; Crowley delivered it to Satan, its original owner, though he now wields it with different intentions. The Beast and the Harlot go after Belial.

Zoe and Renee use the Tentabis Chalice on one of their own: Kiara, who was once human. Maria loaned the Chalice, realizing both sets of hands on it is the only way it works.

And, in a secret location somewhere in Los Angeles...

THREAD TASK:

Maria, Josh, and Talia are in a dark room with no cell reception and no electricity, nothing that would give them away. Death’s grip on Josh is getting stronger and stronger, as if the Horseman knows his compatriots are here. It senses this is the witching hour.

They know they cannot let Death and Joshua integrate. Though Magda is acting the martyr on the field, it is Josh who fulfills his destiny again as the true Martyr, dying for a cause to save the world. And it falls to Talia to kill him, the unicorn in her own act of sacrifice, tarnishing her innocence for the greater good of the world, not unlike an echo of her lover.

For a moment, Josh lets himself lose control—he trusts Maria to anchor him back when it counts. Josh fades ever so slightly as Death comes to the forefront, eyes immediately on the visible Talia, whom Death attacks, its hands becoming claws that aim to rip out her throat.

Maria calls Josh back to the forefront of his consciousness in time for Talia’s poppet power to ricochet back on Josh/Death. Josh accepts this death and by the invisible hands of a puppetmaster, his throat is torn out, and he dies. The integration is stopped and Death’s energy dies along with him, but it’s not all happiness: Death has left its stain on Talia, too. While her throat is in tact, her body can’t withstand Death’s power. The confrontation with the cosmos kills her, too.

The world is saved. Writers, feel free to have your muses get as injured and/or mortally wounded as you wish in your threads. The deaths of Elijah, Abaddon, and Heath are permanent. Writers of those muses are welcome to continue to write scenes in flashback for the duration of January and are exempt from Activity Checks for the final month, but keep in touch with us and feel free to focus on Feywild. That being said, everyone else, stay tuned for the Epilogue in January for more outcomes of this event.

Thank you all, beloveds, and Happy New Year! What a wild ride!

#chvrchesrp #death tw #self harm tw #gore tw #event #event 016 #missive event

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