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haunthouse · 11 months

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text from the lyric booklet of jenny from thebes:

JENNY USED TO LET ABSOLUTELY ANYBODY CRASH AT HER PLACE. IT WAS LIKE A YEAR-ROUND CHRISTMAS MIRACLE. IF YOU HAD ANY SECRETS, SHE DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW, AND THE ONES SHE HAD SHE KEPT TO HERSELF. THERE WAS A WALL HEATER DOWN AT ONE END OF THE HALLWAY AND A BIG, DARK LIVING ROOM AT THE OTHER. ONE ELECTRIC LAMP BY THE COUCH IF YOU NEEDED IT, ALL EXITS VISIBLE TO THE EYE FROM THERE. SOME OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAD NEED OF JENNY'S PLACE WERE ALL RIGHT AND SOME WEREN'T EVER GOING TO GET RIGHT, AND SHE'D ALREADY GOTTEN SEVERAL LETTERS FROM THE CITY ADVISING HER TO KEEP A LOWER PROFILE UNLESS SHE WANTED TROUBLE BUT THEN I ENTERED THE PICTURE. BAD LUCK. LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE WHO CAME THROUGH I WAS TRYING TO FIND A BETTER DIRECTION BUT IT DIDN'T WORK OUT THAT WAY. PRYING EYES SHOULD HAVE TENDED TO THEIR OWN BUSINESS. PEOPLE DON'T THINK TOWNS LIKE OURS CAN TURN INTO BATTLEGROUNDS BUT WE HAD A WAR HERE. THERE. I DON'T LIVE THERE ANY MORE EITHER. I LEFT WHEN JENNY LEFT. IT'S JUST A SPOT ON THE MAP NOW. WE RODE TOGETHER FOR A WHILE BUT THEN WE LOST EACH OTHER. SOMETIMES I THINK I HEAR FROM HER BUT OTHER TIMES I THINK I'M JUST DREAMING. NOBODY KNOWS WHERE ANYBODY LANDED. YOU DON'T KEEP IN TOUCH WHEN THE WAR DOESN'T GO YOUR WAY.

transcribed above in the original all-caps, but here's a regular text version for easier reading:

Jenny used to let absolutely anybody crash at her place. It was like a year-round Christmas miracle. If you had any secrets, she didn't want to know, and the ones she had she kept to herself. There was a wall heater down at one end of the hallway and a big, dark living room at the other. One electric lamp by the couch if you needed it, all exits visible to the eye from there. Some of the people who had need of Jenny's place were all right and some weren't ever going to get right, and she'd already gotten several letters from the city advising her to keep a lower profile unless she wanted trouble but then I entered the picture. Bad luck. Like everybody else who came through I was trying to find a better direction but it didn't work out that way. Prying eyes should have tended to their own business. People don't think towns like ours can turn into battlegrounds but we had a war here. There. I don't live there any more either. I left when Jenny left. It's just a spot on the map now. We rode together for a while but then we lost each other. Sometimes I think I hear from her but other times I think I'm just dreaming. Nobody knows where anybody landed. You don't keep in touch when the war doesn't go your way.

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CLEAN SLATE — New arrival at the safehouse GROUND LEVEL — There was, en route to greener pastures, a small house in the city ONLY ONE WAY — They consider one another in the often harsh light of how the world is FRESH TATTOO — She commemorates her present station on her forearm CLEANING CREW — The next best thing to an actual goodbye MURDER AT THE 18TH STREET GARAGE — Behold, you may not rezone my house --- FROM THE NEBRASKA PLANT — The future, seen from a hard place SAME AS CASH — she trades in her old car and buys a Kawasaki GPz 750 Turbo WATER TOWER — She disposes of the body JENNY III — The future, seen with great clarity GOING TO DALLAS — As far as anyone's concerned GREAT PIRATES — The future they both deserve

#the mountain goats #tmg #kaylee.txt #i love to zoom in on images and read the text. thought other people might also like to read these without having to zoom on images #under the cut is a not allcaps version + the bonus text thats on the tracklist #jenny from thebes

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nanomooselet · 4 months

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My Brother's Keeper (V)

This whole memory retrieval/assimilation scene is interesting for a number of reasons (putting aside the continuous wails of agony emitted watching it; I know I discuss it calmly, but that's because I'm a wizard I compartmentalise/modulate my tone in text. Hooray for incomplete degrees).

In the score, this bit is called "The Memory World of Knives" - these are Knives's memories, ones that he can share with Vash for whatever reason. By that token, then, it's how you can figure out which incidents Knives has direct knowledge of and involvement in.

He remembers the blood-soaked room of withered Plants, of course. Doubt he'll ever forget it. Not because of the Last Run, but because it's when Vash turned on him and their confrontation was put on pause - up until now.

Vash fleeing the SEEDs wreckage in ep 1/8 then entering the Plant room in ep 9, Knives withdrawing, then showing up at Jeneora Rock in ep 3, then finally Vash entering Knives's piano room in July at the end of ep 10, and the confrontation/manipulation/awakening/battle over 11 and 12. It's all a single argument/fight split into parts, separated by over a century.

Funny that the only thing Knives seems to truly regret about it is cutting off Vash's arm. Maybe… maybe because it's the one wound even he can't lie to himself about inflicting. I wonder, does he believe it was his one mistake? If he'd found another way, Vash wouldn't have stuck a gun in his face? Which makes him trying to "fix" it being what clues Vash in that he's being lied to some sublime irony. Vash doesn't trust a world where his brother never hurt him.

Anyway, Knives was obviously there in person to destroy Jeneora Rock, so he remembers that. Knives definitely intended Rosa's rejection to happen when he left her alive (interesting that he only uses her voice, not her appearance. This man has a problem with women) and he would have learned about Tonis's injuries from Zazie via the cage of bug-Worms.

Then comes the crashed ships and the vanishing reporters. Roberto and Meryl don't do anything but stand there looking blank, and that's because Knives doesn't have anything to do with them. He doesn't care to learn what they mean to Vash, so he doesn't bother to twist it. He goes for “oh they'd hate you if they knew about what you've done”, and as Vash's shame makes him vulnerable, he rips them out of Vash's head. That's them disposed of and he doesn't think about them again. (More fool him.)

The guilt that Knives planted in Vash is his primary weapon. Remember that it was his guilt that made Vash want to die in the wake of the Fall. Knives is using it to chip away at his will to resist; every time Vash is reminded of it, he reels and his defences weaken.

Similarly, it's why we don't see that much of Rem and nothing of her post-Tesla except her running into the fire. What we do see of her makes her look rather one-dimensionally nice, well-meaning but suspiciously secretive, and Vash food-obsessed, dorky, clingy, insecure and oblivious. Meanwhile Nai is very clever and perceptive and handsome and perfect and amazing with his super cool powers, just like Rem said. But she didn't actually mean anything to him.

It's conspicuous that he also doesn't actually talk at all about poor Tesla and tries to dismiss her significance ("she was but a grain of sand in the desert of their misdeeds" is a banger line, by the way; the English localisation is always excellent but goes off as the series draws to its climax, and it don't stop 'til the credits roll on the finale). These are the rare points you can find honesty in anything Knives says: via what he omits.

You have to keep in mind throughout this entire sequence that besides the geranium petals and Vash cuddling Rem in the fields of geraniums, Knives is in control. This is his world, and these are his memories that he's using to infiltrate and tear Vash's memories apart. It's not objective - there's no context, for one - nor is it complete. Vash's perspective is absent.

It's actually a bit surprising how rarely Vash's voice comes through in the series. From what I can tell it's mostly Knives's perspective that's assumed.

But oh yes, Knives knows all about the Punisher. He built the Eye of Michael, after all, and Dr. Conrad works for him. Rollo crying out to Vash for salvation that he never received probably came from Dr. Conrad, as well as that it was Wolfwood in the end who killed Monev.

And here we are at last. The dreadful cost and hidden purpose I mentioned all the way back in Part I comes due. Wolfwood's purpose, the poison lacing Knives's helpful gift. He's the viral shell carrying Knives's infection. Because Vash opened his heart to Wolfwood as a friend, he also opened it to Knives.

And so, from the inside, Knives begins inexorably to devour his brother alive.

Knives-the-person wearing the Punisher's face to fire Punisher-the-weapon and kill Rollo/Tonis, the child Vash couldn't save, is his most perfectly constructed and vile feat of manipulation below I did it all for you./Everything I did was for you. It has an almost perversely admirable precision.

Silly Vash. Did he think he'd made a friend in the Punisher? Brought out the goodness in him? The Punisher is a monster, a killer, a weapon and what's more, one who was always being wielded by Knives. He betrayed you; he isn't a good man and he'll never change because humanity never learns. Just like Knives told Vash all those years ago. Was it really "Wolfwood" who Vash loved, or was it only the part of him that was shaped by his real brother? (It's the former because Vash clocked him from the start and could tell Wolfwood never wanted to be the Punisher, but even if Knives wasn't gleefully monologuing he'd never hear it. I hate how much he's enjoying this.)

Everywhere you turn, Vash, and no matter far it is you run, I'll be here for you because I love you. (I won't let you get away.)

How foolish you are, little brother, to have your hopes kindled because you "saved" a monster. One only lives if another dies - and a monster would rather die. You should let it happen. It's a necessary sacrifice. It's mercy. Death is a wonderful thing. (Death is a mercy Tesla never received. And perhaps still hasn't.)

You're too weak to give it to them. That's why they'll never love you as I do. You make the false promise that is hope for salvation, and inevitably you fail to fulfil it, and they will always turn upon you in their despair. (I am the only one who will protect you.)

There is a single promise that you can always keep. Your real purpose. The reason you exist. What a weapon is for. Have mercy. I will wield you. You need not continue to suffer. Don't fight. Submit. Give yourself to me. Let go. Unleash your power.

By the way, literally every single one of the things he's using to heap blame on Vash is Knives's fucking fault and he is the worst brother ever of all time forever and ever amen. And a liar. Knives can never forgive humanity, he says, because only he loves Vash enough to protect him from humanity. Even a human's love, he says, is a leash; contingent upon Vash's charm and usefulness and indistinguishable from hatred...

Knives either lives on opposite planet or he's secretly human.

And still. And yet.

I pity him.

(Okay. We're in the home stretch now, guys - and believe me, I deeply appreciate your support - but you might want to brace yourself.)

(Part I)

(Part II)

(Part III)

(Part IV)

(Part VI)

(Part VII)

#trigun stampede #trigun meta #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #millions knives #tristampparty #waffled a bit on the imagery but yeah actually knives IS a pathogen #bacteriophage bombs etc #his blades make him look like a paralysis tick #once he withdraws them vash drifts downward. empty #it took a lot of willpower to avoid typing “you dick” over and over in allcaps throughout most of this #i hate him #terrible terrible plant man #tw abuse #so much abuse #meta: my brother's keeper

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krawlernyannyan · 1 month

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WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE

THE PENACONY FINAL BOSS' NAME IS "THE GREAT SEPTIMUS".

SEPTIMUS. SEPT-

"THE SEVENTH"

LIKE THE SEVENTH DAY OF THE WEEK?

SUNDAY?!

Fate Almighty I think I was right on the money with yesterday's theory that Sunday was behind everything.

#EZ: HSR #HSR #Honkai Star Rail #HSR Sunday #HSR Specposting #sorry this is allcaps but i literally jumped out of bed to type this #this would've been lovely to realize yesterday for my long-ass theorypost

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ileolai · 2 years

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#uk politics #i am baying for blood at the colosseum #allcaps

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babygirl-diaz · 11 months

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Steve and bucky seeing sam wearing Steve t-shirt and bucky's pants

Oooooh they both lose their minds a little when they see Sam in their clothes.

Sam: What are you both staring at? Bucky: You're wearing my pants Steve: You're wearing my shirt Sam: Uh... yeah? I ran out of clothes. Running a load in the washer right now. Bucky: 👁👁 Steve:👁👁 Sam: Why are you two looking at me like that? Do you want me to take these off? Steve: No! Bucky: Yes! Steve: What do you mean, yes?! I thought we liked him in our clothes... a little too much. Bucky: No, we love him in our clothes but we also want to take it off him. Sam: HE is standing right here. Steve, Bucky: Sorry, baby. Steve: You should wear our clothes all the time. Bucky: Yes, throw all of your own clothes. Sam: You two are idiots. *walks away*

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #allcaps #samsteve #sambucky #samstevebucky #ask

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salemoleander · 3 months

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Stress' permit is for Deeplsate and I hope they never ever change it. I love typos.

#deeplsate new favorite word to say over and over #also delighted by Cub and Grian's duelling english/american spellings and (assumedly) Cub's use of allcaps for ALL xyz #you can really tell 2 people had to hand name 162 different items #it's so fun #hc10 #salem tag

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pilferingapples · 9 months

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IT IS ACTUALLY RAINING WATER FALLING FROM THE SKY NOT A DREAM NOT A WHAT IF NOT AN IMAGINARY TALE

#allcaps #THE FARM IS SAVED #the joy of Actual Rain #natter

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thatmexisaurusrex · 8 months

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What Could You Have Me Do For MTH 2023?

I am participating again in Marvel Trumps Hate! I have two different auctions:

1074

2040

These two auctions are offering the same thing. I will make a fic for you that could be of any of these ships:

Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson - MCU

Joaquín Torres/Sam Wilson - MCU

Bucky Barnes/Joaquín Torres/Sam Wilson - MCU

Riley/Sam Wilson - MCU

Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson - MCU

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson - MCU

Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson - MCU

Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson - MCU

I am open to other Sam Wilson ships, but please DM me first to see if I'll write a fic for that particular ship. The bid will start at 500 words at $5. Each additional $5 will add 500 words ie:

$5 - 500 words $10 - 1K words $15 - 1.5K words

The increase in words along with the $5 increases will continue until it hits 10k words, which will be the cap.

What Could You Ask Me For?

You can skim through my fics on my Table of Contents, but a lot of what I do is thoughtful dives into canon compliance like BuckyQuest or Back in the Gulf, fantastical AUs like If We Are Celestial Bodies or His Wingless Stranger, or romcom AUs like A No Snow Christmas or My Best Friend's Brother.

Some possible suggestions? You could ask me for:

A fic based on your favorite romcom! A SamBucky 27 Dresses AU? A SamSteve Ghosted AU? A SamNat 10 Things I Hate About You AU? A Samquin Runaway Bride AU? Count me in!

A fun AU that you think would be cool! A SamRiley Rival Bakers AU? A SamBucky Private Eye Chasing After an Art Thief AU? An AllCaps Royal Fantasy AU? A Samquin Wing Fic? Love it!

Something within canon, perhaps? SamBuckyNat on the run? SamSteve first night together after they meet in CATWS? SamRiley before Riley's death? SamBucky hanging out together on the boat? Samquin realizing their feelings after working together as Cap and Falcon? Definitely in my wheelhouse!

Those are just some examples of what you could ask from me. Definitely check out my MTH auctions as well as the variety of other amazing auctions they have!

#mth 2023 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #samsteve #steve rogers #samnat #natasha romanoff #samquin #joaquín torres #allcaps #samriley #riley #sambuckyquin #sambuckynat #def check this out!!!!

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nivellesart · 1 year

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Sam, Steve, and Bucky drinking coffee after their morning run together for @cutecumber-flower and @marveltrumpshate (2021)

#Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #samstevebucky #allcaps #marvel fanart #mth 2021 #my art #nivellesart #digital drawing

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boss-of-armadildos · 30 days

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A part 2!

With image descriptions this time!

Thanks for all the great ones in the comments.

#tumblr #allcaps corrections #twitter #social media #snerk #humor #great job people you can all go home

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avengerscompound · 2 years

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Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, & Sam Wilson

Alligator Loki Infinity Comic

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ryangravytrain · 3 months

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Hypothetically…if I were to host a Washington Capitals Fic exchange….

#washington capitals #hockey #hockey rpf #like the ALLCAPS exchange back in the day #we need more caps fic

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badartmada · 1 year

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Title: AllCaps Costume Swap

Square: AC1057 || B3 - Captain America & I2 - Costume Change

Summary: Steve, Sam, and Bucky change hero suits around

For: @allcapsbingo

#marvel #mcu #allcapsbingo2023 #sam wilson #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel comics #allcaps #stevesambucky #mcu fanart #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanart #artists on tumblr #fanart tag #description in alt

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kaesaaurelia · 8 months

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extremely stabbed

For @whumptober day 5, using the prompts “debris,” “pinned down” and the lyric prompt, “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Aziraphale scrambled down the escalator as if all the forces of Heaven were after him, which they probably were, though he didn't dare look back to see. He'd broken all the lifts before leaving, so if nothing else, Facilities would justifiably be after his head.

He hoped desperately that his memo had gone through, that he had given his allies enough time to prepare, that he had any allies at all, and that, if he did have them, he wasn't damning too many of them and that it would all be worth it in the end.

But the street outside was eerily quiet for a London afternoon -- not a soul in sight. Still, he could hear the chatter of humans nearby and the whoosh of traffic. He would have to be strategic about this if he wanted to avoid collateral damage, especially as Heaven had made it abundantly clear that they had no qualms about that sort of thing.

He emerged onto the street, mind racing. He hadn't planned this part very well -- he had thought he might steal a car, perhaps, and then drive like a maniac back to the bookshop. Heaven would be expecting that, but none of them really knew London and he knew he could get there before them anyway.

Unfortunately, the road was clear of cars as well; the other Principalities had done too good a job. He could just see them now, saying Well, you know, the humans really hate property damage, we ought to move their cars when we evacuate them. It would be the right thing to do. Bless.

Aziraphale, personally, was getting very tired of trying doing the right thing, which was funny, actually, because the more he thought about it, the more he realized he'd never really had the option until now.

"Aziraphale! You won't escape!" Michael emerged from the building, and Aziraphale sighed; he'd hesitated too long and now he had to stand and fight.

Well. He could fight, at least. He drew the sword he'd stolen, lit it aflame, and lunged forward with it, knocking Michael's spear out of her hand. "Let me go. I don't want to hurt you," he said. This was not entirely true, but he didn't want to want to hurt her. "I did fill out all the proper resigna--"

She punched him in the jaw and he staggered backwards, nearly falling; instead he spread his wings and caught himself. "You didn't even give two week's notice!" said Michael.

There was shouting from somewhere to the side, and he saw -- ah. In the distance down the street he could make out some sort of barrier keeping a crowd of human gawkers to stay back. There was no avoiding notice, but at least they weren't in the thick of the action.

Uriel drew their sword as Michael scrambled to retrieve her spear.

He heated the tar up to stick both their feet to the road, then wrenched it upwards with a miracle, and Michael and Uriel both lost their balance, but now Sandalphon emerged, and Aziraphale's heart was in his throat as he watched Sandalphon eye the humans with interest. "Please, you're all going about this the wrong way," he said, with an unpleasant smile. "He's gone soft, you'll see." Aziraphale could feel him forming a miracle. "All you have to do is pick off a few --"

"No," said Aziraphale, and the skies trembled as he reached for Sandalphon's miracle and pushed. It collapsed back onto him, and suddenly where Sandalphon had been there was a pillar of salt. Several more angels had descended by now, though, and Aziraphale knew he was going to have to escape quickly or he'd be overwhelmed.

A whip of holy fire lashed from one of the new angels' hands and grazed one of his wings. (Jegudiel, Aziraphale thought, automatically. Always the first to leave a meeting, always the last to arrive, but makes up for it by being just full of bad ideas. He had been trying to memorize everybody in Heaven but the most irritating people seemed to be the easiest, alas.) "Look what he did to Sandalphon! Traitor!"

"Oh for -- he was going to do the same thing to a human," said Aziraphale, "and if he'd picked something a bit less lethal he wouldn't be looking at discorporation paperwork now, would he?" He leapt back out of the way of the whip again. Surely Jegudiel didn't actually like Sandalphon that much; surely nobody could. Maybe they just wanted a chance to use the whip? He dodged an arrow from -- who was that, Beburos? He had always gone out of his way to be polite to Beburos, and this was what he got in return, apparently.

And then Saraqael, who Aziraphale had hoped would be too reasonable to join in on this foolishness, emerged from a nearby bank entrance, which they'd apparently managed to make into a lift by sheer force of will. It was a pity they were here, Aziraphale thought, but at least they weren't wielding a weapon -- only suddenly the ground lurched under him and he found himself pitching forward down a very steep incline, and nearly hit his head on a bit of railing that had sprouted in the middle of the road. "This is all very silly," said Saraqael, sounding disappointed but not surprised. "But we did all know it was going to happen, I think? I mean, I certainly did. Just give the book back, Aziraphale, we'll let you --"

"No you won't," said Aziraphale, "unless you think letting me go is the same thing as -- as releasing me only to have me perish with all other life on Earth in a second attempt at the Apocalypse."

"No, that sounds right," said Uriel, stepping forward and holding out their hand. "Look, we're being very generous. Just give us back the book and --"

"I will not be allowing you to destroy this planet and that is final," he said.

"Oh, please, you can't stop us. You don't even know how to read it," said Michael.

"Do you?" Aziraphale asked. "Has any of you even tried?" The looks they exchanged suggested that this had not particularly occurred to them, and that was about right; if Heaven's angels had been human, the Voynich Manuscript would have been nothing but an unpleasantly real chunk of matter. (As it was, of course, they were not human, so it would have been fairly obvious to any of them that the book was one of Raphael's.) "Anyway, I should think you'd be pleased, Michael. Now you have another chance to be in charge! Unless Uriel wins at Paper, Scissors, Stone, or however you decide these things. Or maybe the Metatron will find yet another fool to foist the job off on." He was backing away as he spoke, because now Uriel and Michael were glaring daggers at each other. "What does he have against you two, I wonder?" He had to get out of here -- if not for his own sake, then for the Earth's.

The Metatron chose this moment to walk calmly out onto the street. "I don't have anything against them," he said, and he sounded so reasonable, so calm, and Aziraphale found in his soul an untapped well of loathing. "But I clearly overestimated your ability to handle the stresses of the job. Even so, there's no need to make off with company property."

"There is abundant need," said Aziraphale.

"Well, if your mind can't be changed, it seems we're at an impasse," said the Metatron. He made a careless gesture with one hand, sending Aziraphale flying back into a wall, and then another, and Aziraphale suddenly found himself overwhelmed with six thousand years of grief and regret and loneliness and anger, all at once, so many scenes replaying themselves in his mind, so many things he wished he'd done differently, so many things he'd done wrong. He, an angel of the Lord! It was shameful, how he had indulged himself, how he had given into his own base desires, how he had failed Heaven at every turn, how he had loved --

No. That was not shameful.

Aziraphale made himself stand, shaking. His head hurt very badly and he had to do a bit of healing to keep his vision from swimming. But he drew his sword and stepped forward. "I don't want to hurt you," he said -- and it was definitely a lie this time -- "but I am very prepared to do so if necessary."

The Metatron sighed. "The thing is, I just don't think you are." And as Aziraphale watched, his sword began curling in on itself like burning paper. "Now. Put the sword down and --"

Several things happened at once. There was shouting from the direction of the humans -- he very distinctly heard the word pedestrians! and he was pretty sure he recognized the voice as one of the other Principalities he'd called on. Not that he was a Principality anymore. Or the Supreme Archangel anymore, either, at least in spirit.

But then he heard a motor revving, and he knew he recognized that specific motor, and he panicked, because Crowley was not supposed to be here. Aziraphale lunged at the Metatron, who shook his head sadly at Aziraphale, and with a final gesture, dissolved Aziraphale's sword to ash.

A great black something was approaching, and the Metatron was only a step away, and he was unarmed now, so Aziraphale leapt back -- just in time, as it turned out, because whatever the Voice of God knew of Earth and of Crowley, he didn't know quite enough. The Bentley plowed into him, throwing him back several meters, and the brakes shrieked as the car turned, sliding to a sideways stop just before it ran into the debris of their brief fight. "Angel, come on!" Crowley said, leaning out of the car window, and Aziraphale loved him terribly, and he wished Crowley was anywhere else, safe and sound and ignorant of this entire confrontation.

Michael threw her spear at Crowley's head with perfect aim and terrible velocity. I can't have that, Aziraphale thought, and he threw himself in front of the spear. The momentum was so great that it pushed him right into the car. It hurt, and he could taste blood now, and when Aziraphale tried to move, he realized the point of the spear had gone right through his chest and wedged itself into the car. He thought, suddenly, I hope the repairs aren't too difficult, and then he remembered that they were both going to die if he didn't do something very clever very soon. And he wasn't feeling very clever anymore, unfortunately; he was just feeling extremely stabbed.

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