#eden's gate: aftermath

[tritoch]

I've also seen it suggested that Zenos is a flat character, and I think that's true! I think he is intentionally drawn both sharply and flatly to make him stand out and to play up his symbolic and thematic role. But I think, especially post-Endwalker, he is frequently reduced to the aspects that serve as metacommentary on gaming and MMOs and FFXIV itself, but equally important (and more important up through Endwalker itself) is his role as imperialism's final output.

Zenos initially feints at being a certain kind of rounded villain. He has cool armor and a signature weapon (these things matter in a game like FFXIV), he's presented as a genuine believer in merit in juxtaposition to his sexist and racist officers, he's well-spoken and takes a personal interest in you. In fact, he's a lot like Gaius van Baelsar, whose brief but charismatic (and, due to MSQ roulette, repeatedly viewed) appearances in ARR suggested to some the impression of a noble figure in service to the wrong ideals, one of gaming's favorites kinds of Rounded Characters With Nuanced Writing.

It's possible to mistakenly believe through just about the Ala Mhigo dungeon itself that maybe Zenos will have a turn, that his relentless torture of conquered peoples accomplishes some greater end in his mind. After all, wasn't Gaius also fixated on violence and strength? Didn't he also believe that man raises himself up through conflict? And Gaius's Praetorium speech has fans and defenders to this day!

This is why the Royal Menagerie and the ultimate flattening of Zenos's character is effective, compelling, and ultimately necessary. Where ARR ends still pretending that maybe Gaius was an interesting dude with things to say, Stormblood finishes the job of (literally) stripping violent imperialism of its mask and showing it for what it is. Prosperity, the Roman peace, technological progress, all of those are incidental outputs to this, imperialism's true engine: the naked exercise of power and glorification of violence for their own sakes, as ends in themselves. Zenos fights so he can fight more. That's the punchline.

And importantly, Endwalker confirms it's always the punchline. Garlemald is drowning in recurring symbols and archetypes. Corvos and Goug and Amaurot and (after its destruction) Garlemald proper all at various points represent for different characters a mythical pre-collapse Eden, the reclamation or realization of which (through the right kind of violence applied to the right kind of people) is the putative goal of the empire. There's multiple ideal imperial men, multiple evil scientists, multiple conflicted collaborators. They serve to enrich each other's stories because you can set Yotsuyu's story against Fordola's against Gosetsu's and learn something from it.

But there is only one future for the Garlean Empire (distinct from the nation and people of Garlemald). Zenos is the Crown Prince when he enters the game, and (probably) the last direct male heir in the line of Galvus when he dies. He is the nameless assassin who commits regicide and the opportunistic tyrant who seizes power in the aftermath. He is both the last corrupt emperor and, through the Telophoroi, the barbarian hordes raging at his own gates.

Zenos is the endpoint of the Garlean Empire. Anyone who has survived him will be part of something different; there are no alternatives to him (most notably, Nerva never appears, except as a blasphemy, and Gaius explicitly declines further involvement with Garlemald). He is the nihilistic, violent dead end that lies at the heart of empire. If you feel his aims are hollow and venal, then all is as it should be.

#ffxiv #zenos #endwalker spoilers #stormblood spoilers #and of course its important to note that his Endwalker arc is on some level about recognizing how hollow this is #that even zenos before the end gets to go 'guys. its about finding your own meaning amidst meaninglessness' #is a core part of both his arc and ffxiv/endwalker's overall humanist project

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 18: If Only I Had Wings Like a Dove – I Would Fly Away and Find Rest    

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed Characters: Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Joseph Seed, Cameron Burke, Earl Whitehorse, Mary May Fairgrave, Nick Rye, Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Grace Armstrong, Jerome Jeffries, John Seed, Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Virgil Minkler, Hurk Drubman Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Adelaide Drubman, Joey Hudson, Peaches (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer, Wheaty (Far Cry), Jess Black, Original Male Character(s), Project at Eden's Gate | Peggies, Tammy Barnes Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Religious Fanaticism, Religious Cults, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Swearing, Torture, Unhealthy Relationships, Animal Attack, Threats, Threats of Violence, The Seeds are Their Own Warning, Stabbing, Knives, Guns, Shooting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hallucinations, Sexual Humor, Sexually Suggestive Dialogue, Kidnapping, Villain Kissing, Kit is so Very Tired, Blood and Violence, Gun Violence, More Biblical References to Lions Than You Can Shake a Stick at, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Not Canon Compliant, Past Child Abuse, Seeds Live, Deputy is Corrupted, Deputy Joins the Cult, Social Darwinism, Obsession, Murder Couple's First Meeting, Seed Family Meet Cute, Flashbacks, Enemies to Lovers Summary: 

Kit deals with the aftermath of her "confrontation" with Burke, and ultimately decides to take the fight to Faith to free the Henbane region.

#fan fiction #far cry 5 #earl whitehorse #tracey lader #faith seed core #oc: kit cross #american beasts #chapter 18

[red9]

Zach : “ have i ever told you how perfect you are? ”

              OTP Prompts @destineden

              It was the sort of praise that once upon a time, came so rarely from the man. He who always held such high standards- in just about everything he did. It was working under him he learned the hard way, bringing him into the fold within Faith’s region. Back when he had little faith, back when he was easily ready to run his mouth when forced to work. It was through the bliss, and assisting him that he learned there was little time for non-believers, those who slacked off often turned to angels rather than put up with their rebellious attitudes. Zach was the one who often had a say of what would come of those, at the end of the day. A VIP, Zach holding his fate in his hands.  Zach, who once had his doubts in his skill, was quick to warm up to him, learning he was in fact worthy of working alongside him. Assisting with his research, helping produce stronger strains of bliss, helped in production and ensuring all would be set the day the world would somehow come to an end. 

              What he’d never expected was to fall so hard for him. How many late nights spent alongside one another in the lab would make him feel this way. Maybe it was the bliss, or maybe it was because he really didn’t have anyone else. All he knew was that when the day would come, it was Zach he’d want to be beside as they walked through Eden’s Gate. Just as they were now, hidden away inside his secret bunker. Their own little paradise, private and tucked away from the eyes of the other followers. What they did was forbidden, after all, a sin in the eyes of god. He would atone later– or gladly burn if it meant being able to stay beside him. 

              The comment came seemingly out of the blue, the radio on low as they lay tangled up in one another. The aftermath of their pleasure still clung to their skin, their heartbeats in sync as he lay his head against his chest. Times where they felt almost normal, like if he closed his eyes  he could believe they were just a regular, happy couple. Stars danced behind his eyes, that gentle tune that carried on the wind in Henbane lingering in his mind, fingers tracing patterns across his skin as his voice cut through a content silence in the night. A hazy blink, as if awaking from a dream, left his eyes searching for him, looking up at the other to meet his gentle gaze. 

              Always knowing just what to say, the words left a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Endearing how sappy he could get when no one else was around. Just for his eyes and ears alone, when he didn’t have to play VIP or business man- not even Feeney- Just Zach- his Zach. A soft hum rolled past his lips at the thought, as if thinking aloud about his question, already knowing the answer. “Not recently- maybe just one more time, to jog my memory, eh? I think I’ve worked enough overtime for some praise... don’t you?”

#destineden #v: far cry. #ask. #im so rusty rip. #but i care them so much.

[ms-rampage]

Eden’s Gate: Aftermath Chapter 7 - Now That The World Is Ending

Warnings: Cuteness, Gabriel holding baby/toddler Daenerys

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: In the final chapter of Aftermath, as the bombs drop down to Earth above their heads. The Winchesters have a surprise guest living with them. 

Guest OCs: Just the usuals. 

Guest Characters: Archangel Gabriel [Supernatural], John Seed [mentioned]

Note: Next is NEW DAWN: NEW HORIZONS. Taking place 15-17 years later in the year 2035. THANK YOU FOR READING MY CRAP!!!!

Far Cry New Dawn x Supernatural [crossover with OCs]

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“Gabriel?!?” Kate mutters in confusion, and also in surprise. He looks up at the two sisters, with a soft smile on his face and weakly mutters “Surprise to see me?”. That question was directed towards Kate, and she smiles back in return. 

Surprised and also happy to see her Archangel. 

“How did you g-” Paige asks, before stopping herself when she realizes it was a stupid question, “That was a stupid question”.

They help him up, and take him to the main room. Sitting him down on the living room couch.

“Gabriel?!?” Mandy mutters as she walks into the room. In shock and surprised to see the wounded celestial, bleeding a little through his shirt. 

Paige leaves her mom, sister and the Archangel by themselves to go get Kenny and the others. Mandy then stands up, and goes to grab a first aid kit, or something that can heal an Archangel. Leaving Kate and Gabriel alone. She takes a seat in front of him. They look at each other for a few seconds. 

“What happened?!” she asks, opening his shirt, and cleaning his wound on his stomach. 

He shrugs, and softly groans in pain “I’ve sorta lost my powers”.

She furrows her eyebrows at him, “Sorta?!?”. 

He sighs, “I’ve lost some of my powers when I was cast out”.

She looks at him, confused, “Cast out?. What do you mean cast out?”

He looks at her, “I’m sure you saw the giant mushroom cloud in the sky”. She nods, “Yeah, we all saw it”.

He shifts in his spot on the couch, “Did you see what else appeared in the sky shortly after?".

Shaking her head, “No, we all ran down here. What else happened?”.

He looks her in the eyes, and says in the most dramatic way possible, “All Angels were cast out of Heaven”. 

Her eyes widened, “What?!?. All of them? Everyone?". He nods his head slowly, she stands up from her spot, and paces. Worried about her boyfriend, her friends and everyone she got to know in Hope County. Playing with the bracelet Wheaty gave her. Her thoughts are interrupted by the wounded Archangel on the couch in front of her. 

“A boyfriend huh?” he asks, chuckling and looking up at her.

She looks at him confused, “What?!?”.

“You got a boyfriend?" he asks, "Or had one".

She tries to hold back her tears, biting her lip “Not helpful Gabe” she mutters softly. Standing there in front of him, her hands resting on her cheeks, looking at the floor. Her anxiety builds up, and her hands become shaky. 

Gabriel stares at her stomach, just something about it looks different to him. It looks slightly bigger, like she put on some weight. He can’t seem to put his finger on it, but whatever it is he can feel some strange essence, or some sort of energy coming from it, coming from her body. She has a slight glow on her face, but it could be sweat. 

Kate notices him staring at her stomach. “Why are you staring at my stomach?!?” she asks, glaring over at him. Breaking his focus on her slightly bigger stomach. 

He looks up at her, anticipating for her to slap him for asking the question, “Don't hit me for asking this but, did you gain weight??”.

She scoffs at him, rolling her eyes, and crosses her arms. Taking a few steps away from him, “You never ask those types of questions to a human Gabe”. 

He tilts his head, curiosity getting the best of him, and motions her to come towards him, “Come towards me”. She heeds, and walks towards him, standing in arms reach. He places his hand on her 7 and a half week baby bump, and feels why his curiosity is concerned about her belly. 

His eyes widened, he looks up at her with his eyebrows raised “You’re pregnant?!”. 

Feeling somewhat hurt that his special human is pregnant with another man's child. 

For a moment she forgets that she’s carrying another tiny human being inside her, she nods her head, “Yeah. I am”.

"And it's not mine?!" he jokes, totally not hurt that his human is pregnant. Moving his hand away. 

She scoffs again, "We both know the outcome for that". Taking a seat next to him.

"You were there, you knew I'm pregnant" she tells him. He looks at her confused. 

"I was where??" he asks, very confused. She looks at him in disbelief,  thinking this Trickster is messing with her. "In my hallucination trip. A few months ago" she tells him. 

He looks at her like he has no idea what she's talking about. Shrugging, "What are you talking about??". 

She shakes her head, "It's nothing. Forget it". She drops the hold thing, she knows what she saw in her bliss hallucination a few months ago. 

A few moments later, Paige walks back into the living room with Kenneth, Cody, Martin, Mark, Nate and Adrian. 

"Gabriel?!?" the 6 men say in unison. 

The Archangel chuckles, "Did you all rehearse that?!". 

He catches them all up on what was happening in the world. Angels, all of them were all cast out of Heaven, God tried to wipe out all of humanity with a nuclear explosion. The Collapse. The Reckoning. The Apocalypse. The End. The whole world is up in flames. Literally. Heaven is shut down with no one but God up in cloud city. 

*****

May 2019. 7 months later

It’s been 7 months since the bombs were dropped. After several hours the bombs stopped falling, and you'd think everything would be safe to go back out. Nope, knowing that you're gonna have to live underground in a bunker with 20 other people for the next 6 and a half years. After 2 and a half months the world has now ended but it's only just begun. 

No other bombs, or explosions have been dropped by The Man upstairs. The World was going through the route of regrowing, and being reborned. Starting over again.

On May 2nd, Kate gave birth to a healthy baby girl. A few weeks earlier on April 16th, Paige had a C-section giving birth to triplets, 2 boys and 1 girl with the help of Cody, his wife and Adrian’s wife Amanda delivered all 4 of them. Having all the right equipment in the bunker infirmary, stored away.

Jeffrey Dean Winchester-Smith named after her cousin, Dean. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces.

Thomas Sam Winchester-Smith also named after her cousin, Sam. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces. 

Bianca Rhea Winchester-Smith because she's always liked the name Bianca. Weighing 7 pounds, and 4 ounces. 

Daenerys Arya Brienne Winchester named after Daenerys Targaryen, Arya Stark and Brienne of Tarth all female characters from Game of Thrones. Being the smallest of the 4 infants, weighing 6 pounds, and 5 ounces. 

Cristina is over a year old. 1 year, and 6 months old. She is now walking, she has almost all of her teeth, and can say 7 to 10 words. She is able to comprehend language, and know from right from wrong. From good from bad. 

The triplets are a little over a month old now, Daenerys is 2 in a half weeks old. 

During her pregnancy, Gabriel was very protective of Kate, even though they were all living underground in a huge bunker, and couldn't leave for another 6 in a half years. 

Cradling her 20 day old daughter in her arms, Kate feeds her a bottle of formula. Gabriel was very cautious around her, afraid that he'll somehow hurt the tiny infant. Even though he has very little to no powers left in him. 

He tried to keep a safe distance from her, Kate constantly reminded him that he didn’t need to worry about hurting the infant. That he and Daenerys will be fine. He is very fond of humans, of course, unlike most celestial beings. That was his one fear, hurting her. 

"You wanna hold her?!" she asks him. He looks up at her, stammering. "Uhh, do-do you want me to?". 

She smiles at him, "It's fine with me" she responds. She hands him the tiny infant. He holds her, cradling her and she starts to fuss in his arms. Making her typical baby sounds. 

He groans uncomfortably, holding her away from him, stammering “Uhhh w-what is happening?!?”.

“She’s fine” she reassures him, fixing her baby blanket, “It’s a normal infant reaction”. 

She starts to calm down, yawning and falling asleep in Gabriel’s arms with her finger in her mouth. 

“What’s happening?!?” he nervously asks, “Is she dead?!?”. 

She looks at him, chuckling, “She’s not dead. She’s asleep”. She takes the infant from his arms and puts her in her old bassinet. 

Paige comes in holding one of her triplets. “Hey” she says, looking down at the one month old infant in her arms. 

“Hey” Kate responds, “Which triplet is that?”. 

She groans unsurely, and checks the diaper, “Thomas, and/or Jeffrey”.

“It’s Thomas!” Kenneth calls out from the next room over, “You’re holding Thomas!”. 

She points in the direction where her husband's voice came from “The 2nd one. Thomas Sam”. 

“How’s the scar?” she asks, referring to her C-section scar. 

She groans uncomfortably, “It’s healing. Slowly, but it’s healing”. 

*****

Later that night, Everyone is in their own bunker rooms. Kate is in hers, changing Daenerys into her night onesie. 

Talking to the infant in a soft voice. Gabriel, who is a few rooms over, can hear Kate and the tiny human with the very little powers he has. Leaning against the headboard of his bed, listening to her conversation.

He knows he’s Kate’s Guardian Angel, he saved her several times, he gripped her tight, and raised her from perdition when she was a somewhat innocent teenager. He’s her soulmate as well. He has had these feelings for her since forever. He knows she would be better off with her boyfriend before God dropped the bombs on humanity, but he’s most likely dead. John? He’s dead as well, and he knows damn well that Daenerys is his kid. He knows Kate is ashamed that she’s his kid, regardless she loves her. 

He couldn't possibly imagine how Daenerys would've turned out if John Seed had lived. How he would've treated Kate, how that demented, psycho family would've treated a pregnant Kate. A premarital baby. How that sadist psychopath would somehow ruin Kate and their baby.

He gets up, and goes to her room. Walks down the hall and knocks on the door. 

“Yeah?” she responds her voice muffled from behind the closed door. He opens the door and steps inside her bedroom. 

“Hey” he sighs, “How she doin’?”. 

“She’s doing great” she answers, taking a seat on her bed. Gabriel takes the leap of faith, not holding back.

“I just wanted to get us over with” he tells her. Kate looks at him confused, “What are you talking about?!?”. 

He lays down on her bed, laying on his side with his hand prompt up against his cheek. Looking up at her. 

He lifts up his free hand from behind him, and holds a diamond ring between his index and middle fingers. Her eyes light up, and gasps softly. 

“You already know where I’m going with this” he chuckles, “Will you marry me? Blah, blah, blah. I love you. Blah, blah, blah. You could do so much more better than that idiot Yes man John Seed”.

She laughs softly at his comments, “So. In all seriousness” he continues, “Will you marry me?”. 

She looks at him, “You already know the answer” she whispers to him before passionately kissing him on the lips.

Katella Evyanna Winchester is set to marry an Archangel. Archangel Gabriel. She always thought of herself as the human he had to protect. That’s all she thought she was to him. His human.

*****

A few years later, November 2022, the children are all 3 years old, Cristina turned 5 years old that same month. 

Daenerys, the youngest of all the children, wakes up at 6:00am, which is unusual for a child at her age to get up at, and feel energetic.

Her and the other 4 Winchester children share the same bedroom, across the hall from their parents rooms. She stumbles to Kate and Gabriel’s room, pushes the door open and climbs onto their bed. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” she says loudly, waking them up. 

Kate groans, as her daughter steps on her with her tiny feet. She sits on Gabriel’s chest and playfully slaps his cheeks. Waking him up.

“What?” he asks, half asleep. She giggles softly, “Wakey wakey”. He chuckles softly, slowly sitting up. 

He looks over at the clock, “It’s 6 in the morning, how are you so energetic?!” he asks the 3 year old child. 

She lets out a playful giggle, and jumps up and down on their bed. 

She looks up at the child bouncing on the bed, having the same exact eyes as John. Those baby blue eyes that she got from him, a reminder that this little bundle of joy and happiness is also John Seed's daughter. 

He gets up out of bed and carries the 3 year old child down the bunker hallway towards the kitchen. 

Despite him being an Archangel with very little of his powers. He manages to get 3-6 hours of sleep, and eat solid foods. Not wanting to use his very little powers in fear that he’ll hurt any of the children living in the bunker, he manages to get by without using them, he knows the world above them is going through some change, a huge massive change that'll change everyone's lives. 

But finally being able to marry the human he fell in love with, and fathering her child, he was more than happy to be a part of their lives.  

Paige and Kenneth walk into the kitchen shortly after, her holding Jeffrey and Thomas in each of her arms. Kenneth holding Bianca, and Cristina following behind him. 

"Here you go" Paige mutters, sitting the two toddlers in their seats at the kitchdn table. Everyone else wakes up half an hour later. Adrian, and his wife Amanda. Mark, his wife Dana and 2 kids. Nate, his wife Ellen and 3 kids, Martin and his fiancée Megan, Cody and his wife Brandy. Mandy, Barbara, Kenneth, Gabriel, Paige, Kate and their kids. 

One bunker with 20+ people, and 1 Archangel living in it. 16 adults, and 10 kids. Having to spend another 2-4 years underground while the Earth regrows, and the radiation goes away. Its only a matter of time, and they can go back to their normal lives, or at least they think its their normal lives. 

Hopefully, a new hope. A New Dawn. New Horizons will come their way.

#far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #paige winchester #kate winchester #mandy winchester #kenneth smith #oc: barabara teller #archangel gabriel #spn gabriel #my ocs #my crossover #my crossover shit #john seed #fc5 #eden's gate series #eden's gate: aftermath #my writings #my series #far cry new dawn x supernatural #far cry new dawn ocs #fcnd #fcnd ocs #oc: mark massie #oc: nate massie #oc: cody reynolds #oc: adrian wray #oc: martin quinn #far cry 5 ocs #my far cry 5 ocs

[heartofstanding]

WIP Wednesday

So this scene is set in the aftermath of Eleanor’s penance walks and her meeting with Alice Chaucer that featured in the week before last’s WIP Wednesday. Having put her through the wringer: Eleanor gets sick and depressed and I get Biblical.

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Eleanor’s stomach turned, she pushed away the maid’s hand and retched. Bile scorched in her throat. The maids murmured amongst themselves, their voices worried, their words indistinguishable. Eleanor collapsed back in the chair, her body sagging. She was so tired, her head was pounding, her hands shaking. Would they do it, she wondered, would they kill her? Her body twisted, she retched again and saw vomit that looked like blood on the reeds. It was the wine, she told herself, but a voice whispered: they would do it, they would kill you, they’ve given you poison and now you die. Then – nothing.

*

There was no Death waiting to take her hand and lead her into a danse, no ending. She woke in bed and began to cough hard. She’d caught a chill in the London streets, the rain that soaked her and permeated into her body, filled her lungs with fluid. Her torn feet had become filled with disease, the physician came twice daily to lance them, wash them in wine and dress them in stinking ointments. Even when her body began to recover, her feet becoming whole again, her lungs clearing, she found herself bound in stillness, unable to move, unable to think without great effort. Her life felt stagnant, a pool of still water in which nothing lived and a stone thrown in it would sink down without any ripple showing on the surface.

Was this, she wondered, what Lot’s wife felt? A pillar of salt left to stand and watch, feeling the wind wear away the edges of what had once been her body, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to ask for pardon?

(And what pardon would she ask for?)

Was this, she wondered, what Eve felt with the gates of Eden shut on her and crippled with her shame at her mistake, her nakedness, at being seen. Cut off from absolution—

(And what absolution would she deserve?)

—from love, from charity. Unable to turn to her husband in her shame for fear of seeing the blame reflected in his face, for fear of dragging him down with her? Her voice, dead in her throat, her body collapsing and waiting for God or Adam or both to step in and save her? What if they didn’t? What if they left her on the ground?

Or was this, she wondered, what Pandora felt, her fingers still trembling on the lid of the slammed-shut jar while surrounded by a dark swarm of buzzing things, all the evils she had brought into the world, and waiting for the first to sting her or the heavy blow of a man as punishment for her deceits and evils.  

It didn’t matter what it was like. She was done. There was no way back. They would kill her or let her go on but there was no way back. She was nothing and no one, had nothing and no one. What would they do with her if they let her live? What would she do with herself if they let her live?

She looked down at her hands, pale and shaking, her fingers bare. No jewels, no bands of gold, not even a posey ring with the words joy without end engraved on the inside. Nothing. No one.

#wip wednesday #the eleanor novel #this is pretty much the lowest eleanor goes until humphrey dies

[hoesephseed]

Aftermath

AU where they both escape Eden's Gate

This actually happens right after Chapter 9 of @gamerpurgatory fic Hanged Man (go read it if you haven't it's great!!!) The angst in that chapter still hurst 😭

pairing: Rose x Faith Selena Seed

word count: 641

warning: angst!!!

The two young women had remained on alert over the next couple of days. They didn’t know what to expect and wouldn’t make the same mistake again. It was ignorant of them to think they were safe, away from him and his power. It was a mistake they would not make again.

It seemed that no matter how much they tried, he would always come looking for them. They were a threat that could potentially destroy his project.

It was silly to think they could leave without repercussion but now they were willing to fight back, regardless of who he sent after them.

Rose sat at the edge of the bed unable to sleep. Her fingers held on tightly to her gun, remembering what had happened days prior.

“You betrayed me! You left me, Rose!” Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered Thomas’ words.

She didn’t do that, she never would have. It was him playing his little sick game, turning Thomas against her. Rose felt sick remembering how he tried to do the same with her and Selena. The control he had on them both; manipulating them to believe what he wanted them to believe.

“I grieved your father, and I grieved you! I lost you, and I was alone again!” His voice repeats in her head. His sad blue eyes, piercing into her. She felt guilt for the way he felt and wanted to know that he was okay. She didn’t want him to pay for her actions.

The look on his face told her everything she needed to know. Thomas didn’t know she was with Selena. How could he? They wouldn’t tell him because they knew, he would never hurt her.

Eden’s Gate enforcer was expected to follow the rules.

Tears stream down her face, thinking about what could have happened. What if she would have killed him or the other way around? She would have never forgiven herself. Thomas was already broken and betrayed by what they blindly made him do. Killing her without knowing would destroy him.

She weeps at the thought, cursing him and his family for everything they had done.

Selena had been woken up by the almost quiet weeping. She quietly moved forward, wrapping her arms around Rose. She held her tight, knowing exactly what had been tormenting her for the last couple of days. They both had barely slept the last couple of days. It was a guessing game now, wondering when the next attack would happen.

Rose remained still, fingers almost trying to bend the metal of the gun. She felt Selena behind her, arms wrapping around her stomach, tightly embraced her. It was nice and something she needed. She knew she wasn’t alone and had to remain strong for the both of them.

Selena placed her chin on her neck, softly kissing her wet cheeks.

“He’ll be okay,” Selena whispers knowing what had her crying once again.

“He’s my family,” Rose struggles to say almost sobbing. This was the first time since the attack she had said it out loud. She almost lost Selena and couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, even if he was blinded by his loyalty.

Selena tightens her embrace, “I know.” She slightly lets go, moving to the side to get a better look at her face. Her hands move to her face, placing them on both sides of her cheeks. The moonlight slightly illuminated her tear-stained face.

“You’re not alone Rose. Thomas has now seen what he is willing to do. It’s only a matter of time before he leaves just like we did.” Selena tries to reassure her, leaning closer to kiss her. It was a soft sweet kiss, that also served as a reminder of why they are, where they are now.

Everything that happened and will happen was for this.

#oc: rose cortez #rose x selena/faith #my writing #the angst in this kills me #rose and thomas sibling relationship is wholesome #I love them so much #both deserve so much 🥺🥺 #biggie's writing

[biotic-boshtet]

Aftermath - Chapter 5

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Thunder

(major character death) (but its cool, she gets better)

Alchera and the aftermath.

“Will the Alliance get here in time?”

“I’m not doing this just so they can find our frozen corpses! Get everyone into the escape pods!” Another impact comes with the rumble of buckling plating, like a cheap facsimile of thunder. She launches the distress beacon.

“Joker’s still in the cockpit, he won’t abandon ship. I’m not leaving either.”

She turns to stare at him for half a second, alarms wailing all around them. “That’s an_ order_ Kaidan! I’m going up to haul Jeff out of there myself!”

“Norah Jean,” She pauses, taking a step towards him and thunking their helmets together. The only affection she can spare at the moment. Right now, she has to be Commander Shepard, no room for anything else.

“I’ll be fine. Get the hell out of here! Go!” She doesn’t so much as glance backwards as she slams her fist down on the beacon launch on her way to the stairs.

The air is full of sparks and smoke until she reaches the top of the steps. She double checks her helmet seals just before the doors fail, depressurizing the rest of the deck and opening to the CIC. Or what was the CIC. Now it’s just a hole, completely open to space. Equipment drifts in the vacuum. She triple checks her seals on reflex, even though she’d have known immediately if something wasn’t right. The ship shudders beneath her as she makes her way to the cockpit as fast as her magboots allow, shoving debris aside. A few more strides and she’s on the other side of the emergency barrier keeping atmosphere in the cockpit.

“Jeff. We need to leave! Now!”

“No! I won’t abandon the Normandy, Norah Jean, I can still save her!”

“Jeff Alexander Moreau! Don’t make me tell Hilary you couldn’t come home for her birthday because you wanted to try to save a doomed ship!” That makes the pilot hesitate.

“Fine, okay, help me up. Shit.” He glances at the readings still coming in from their mutilated sensors. “They’re coming around for another pass!”

His hands fly back to the interface. Shepard turns to see a beam scorching through what’s left of the ship, heading right for them. She steps back to Jeff, grabbing him and hauling him out of the chair.

“Dammit, I said now, Jeff!”

“Agh, watch the arm!”

“As long as we make it off this damn ship alive, I don’t give a fuck about your arm!”

Five steps to the pod. She all but tosses him inside, one foot on the threshold of the pod when the ship heaves again, deck plates buckling beneath her. She turns to look. Her foot slips. Another beam rips through the ship and her other boot loses contact with the metal underneath her. Drifting. Everything slows down. Norah Jean catches herself on the outer control panel for the pod. No deck left to stick her boots to. Maneuvering jets are inoperable. Another beam lances through the cockpit now. No way to the pod through it. Jeff would never launch it without her inside, and there’s not a chance in hell for her to make it. She makes a choice.

“Norah Jean!” He knows. There’s no way he doesn’t. Not with the way his voice breaks.

“I’m sorry, Jeff.” She slams the button, starting the launch sequence just as her comm dies. Red turns to green. An explosion knocks her away from her handhold. A second blast slams her into the bulkhead. She’s too dazed to try to find purchase anywhere.

And then she’s spinning.

Spinning.

Spinning.

Spinning.

-

Kaidan skipped the memorial. From what he’s heard, most of the rest of the squad did too. Joker had disappeared the moment they docked on the Citadel. Not even 24 hours after docking, he’d received an invitation to the funeral. On paper. He’d needed to turn on the light to read it. Family only, no media allowed. A week away. Anchorage. He’d been once, on shore leave. Not sure how many of the others got an invite.

-

It’s raining in Anchorage. Cats and dogs and everything else. He’s not sure if the chill in his bones is from his mood or the weather. He shows his invitation to a pair of sentries at the cemetery gate. Lightning cracks overhead and Kaidan counts out of habit. Eleven seconds. Thunder rolls. He shivers, but this time it isn’t the cold. There are more than a few sets of dress blues huddled under black umbrellas as he slowly approaches. Of course, it thunders for her funeral. She’d have loved it. Their air feels electric. He can’t stand it.

Hannah Shepard spots him before anybody else, breaking off from the group and meeting him halfway. She drops her umbrella and pulls him into a tight hug before he can say anything. It takes him a second, but he returns the hug before she pulls away. She takes a shaky breath, exhaling in a huff. “Thank you for coming, Kaidan. I know this has to be difficult.”

He takes a deep breath. The rain continues to pelt his umbrella. “No more difficult than it is for you, I’m sure.”

“Yeah.”

Hannah retrieves her umbrella, shaking it out, then links an arm in his and together they walk to the cluster of uniforms. Kaidan spots admiral’s bars and doesn’t even have time to wonder who it is before Steven Hackett turns his head, red rimmed eyes following the pair as they pass. His hand is resting on the shoulder of a woman who looks like Hannah, her arms wrapped tightly around a sobbing teenage boy. Anderson glances up as he passes, then continues his quiet conversation with a young corporal. Kaidan stares straight ahead as they keep walking.

Three people stand in the rain. Only one person he really knew. One he’d met in passing. The last one he only heard about. Hannah steps away and without her arm in his, suddenly Kaidan can’t move. Can barely breathe. The electricity hanging in the air is stifling. He stands there staring at the flag draped casket. Remembers the thunderstorm they watched from the porch. Lightning flashes through the clouds. Seven seconds. Thunder.

Joker stands at the casket, good hand braced on it, staring at the Alliance emblem in the middle. Rain drips off his face, dress blues soaked through completely. Kaidan’s never seen him without a hat before.

He glances up to look for Hannah. She’s off to the side, at the next headstone over, now-open umbrella held over the two soaked men. He’s not sure how long he stands there, lost in the sound of the rain, at least one more thunderclap, but now a man stands in front of him. Not much taller than Norah Jean is. Was. Maybe 5’4”, curly brown hair peppered with gray with a mustache to match, N7 on his shoulder, bars on his uniform labeling him a Major. Nameplate reads Conti. Right. Her father. Kaidan takes the outstretched hand, meeting his eyes. Her eyes. He looks exhausted.

“Sir.”

“Staff Lieutenant.” The Major has a firm grip, and he pins Kaidan to the spot with a gaze that goes straight through to his soul. Now he knows where she got it from. Seemingly satisfied with what he sees, he releases Kaidan’s hand.

“Rossano Conti. Not how I expected to meet Norah Jean’s sweetheart.” Rossano doesn’t raise his voice to be heard more easily over the rain.

The rest of the funeral passes in a blur.

They lower the empty casket into the dirt.

He’s vaguely aware of someone delivering a eulogy.

Anderson speaks.

Joker avoids him completely.

They all migrate back to her parent’s house just outside the city.

Somehow, he’s ended up sitting at the top of the steps. He can’t remember leaving the cemetery. Can’t remember climbing up the stairs. Everyone else quietly mills around downstairs. A cup of coffee that isn’t strong enough is clutched tightly in his hands. It’s black. Six spoonfuls of sugar. Her coffee. He’d spent a week in this house with her not even a month ago. They were supposed to have time. He stares at a framed photo of her sporting a massive trophy on the wall. The floor creaks behind him, then the top step, as Jamie Shepard sits down beside him.

“That one’s from the end of wrestling season, her senior year of high school, I think.”

“Hmm.” If he’s remembering right, Jamie had been in N5 training right around the time everything went to hell on Eden Prime. “You get your N6 invite yet?”

“Don’t even know if I want it anymore.”

“She was so proud when you made N6. All she talked about for a week. She’d want you to keep at it, I think.”

“Maybe. I might think about it.”

He’s not sure how long they sit in silence before Jamie gets up and makes his way down the steps.

Kaidan’s coffee is cold. All he can think of is the week they spent here, figuring out what they were. His omnitool pings with a flood watch for the area. Thunder rattles the house. He stands up.

Nobody stops him as he shuffles back through the house, still clutching his cold coffee, making a beeline for the back door. Lightning flashes as he gets the door open. Three seconds. The thunder is deafening, but he barely hears it as he sits on the old bench. This time the storm is fierce enough to whip rain well under the roof of the porch. He isn’t sure how long he sits there. Long enough to get soaked through. Coffee’s even waterier than before, sitting uselessly by his feet.

His head hurts.

#mass effect fic #shenko #fshenko #kaidan alenko #jeff joker moreau #hannah shepard #norah jean shepard #alchera #aftermath #hehehe this has been my favorite chapter so far bc it basically wrote itself it was so easy for me #i love some good ole pain and grief #mandi writes

[whosafraidofvirginiawoolf]

Books Read 2021

Fingersmith, Sarah Waters

The Woman in Black, Susan Hill

West Wind, Mary Oliver

The Pigman, Paul Zindel (reread)

White is for Witching, Helen Oyeyemi

Lovecraft Country, Matt Ruff

The Dark Phoenix Saga, Chris Claremont & John Byrne (reread)

Mansfield Park, Jane Austen

Affinity, Sarah Waters

The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco

The Lying Game, Ruth Ware

18 Best Stories by Edgar Allan Poe (reread)

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Suzanne Collins

The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins (reread)

Catching Fire, Suzanne Collins (reread)

Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins (reread)

The Mysteries of Udolpho, Ann Radcliffe

The Scapegoat, Daphne du Maurier

We Were the Mulvaneys, Joyce Carol Oates

The Paying Guests, Sarah Waters

Eileen, Ottessa Moshfegh

The Night Watch, Sarah Waters

The Library of the Unwritten, A.J. Hackwith

Cat’s Eye, Margaret Atwood

The House of the Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Talented Mr. Ripley, Patricia Highsmith

Death in Her Hands, Ottessa Moshfegh

The House on the Strand, Daphne du Maurier

Gentleman’s Agreement, Laura Z. Hobson

A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams

The Desert of the Heart, Jane Rule

Ripley Under Ground, Patricia Highsmith

The Terror, Dan Simmons

Homesick for Another World, Ottessa Moshfegh

Ripley’s Game, Patricia Highsmith

Planet of Exile, Ursula K. Le Guin

Oryx and Crake, Margaret Atwood

The Year of the Flood, Margaret Atwood

MaddAddam, Margaret Atwood

Tipping the Velvet, Sarah Waters

The Boy Who Followed Ripley, Patricia Highsmith

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Tennessee Williams

My Year of Rest and Relaxation, Ottessa Moshfegh

Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf (reread)

Dawn, Octavia Butler

City of Illusions, Ursula K. Le Guin

Red Dragon, Thomas Harris

The Dream of a Common Language, Adrienne Rich

Don’t Look Now (Not After Midnight, and other stories), Daphne du Maurier

A Man Called Ove, Fredrik Backman

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Edward Albee

Ripley Under Water, Patricia Highsmith

Suddenly Last Summer, Tennessee Williams

The Silence of the Lambs, Thomas Harris

Adulthood Rites, Octavia Butler

The Night of the Iguana, Tennessee Williams

Hannibal, Thomas Harris

A Delicate Balance, Edward Albee

Imago, Octavia Butler

The Goat or Who is Sylvia?, Edward Albee

The Other Typist, Suzanne Rindell

We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson (reread)

Sweet Bird of Youth, Tennessee Williams

Tangerine, Christine Mangan

The People Who Knock on the Door, Patricia Highsmith

The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore, Tennessee Williams

Alias Grace, Margaret Atwood

The Two Mrs. Carlyles, Suzanne Rindell

The Next Species: the future of evolution in the aftermath of man, Michael Tennesen

Orpheus Descending, Tennessee Williams

East of Eden, John Steinbeck

Out Cry, Tennessee Williams

Strangers on a Train, Patricia Highsmith

Beloved, Toni Morrison

Parable of the Sower, Octavia Butler

Parable of the Talents, Octavia Butler

The Glass Menagerie, Tennessee Williams (reread)

The Rose Tattoo, Tennessee Williams

Lady Oracle, Margaret Atwood

Play It as It Lays, Joan Didion

Long Day’s Journey Into Night, Eugene O'Neill

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey

A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine

The Fifth Season, N.K. Jemisin

Melmoth, Sarah Perry

The Obelisk Gate, N.K. Jemisin

Kingdom of Earth (The Seven Descendants of Myrtle), Tennessee Williams

The Heart Goes Last, Margaret Atwood

The Stone Sky, N.K. Jemisin

The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone, Tennessee Williams

The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield

Fledgling, Octavia Butler

The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter

Death of a Salesman, Arthur Miller (reread)

Bodily Harm, Margaret Atwood

Vieux Carre, Tennessee Williams

Hedda Gabler, Henrik Ibsen

Conjure Women, Afia Atakora 

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours, Helen Oyeyemi

A Doll’s House, Henrik Ibsen

Deep Water, Patricia Highsmith

Surfacing, Margaret Atwood

The Italian, Ann Radcliffe

The Iceman Cometh, Eugene O'Neil

Paradise, Toni Morrison

Sisters, Daisy Johnson

Boy, Snow, Bird Helen Oyeyemi

The Castle of Ortranto, Horace Walpole

Period of Adjustment, Tennessee Williams

The Eccentricities of a Nightingale, Tennessee Williams

The Mutilated, Tennessee Williams

Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin

Stone Mattress, Margaret Atwood

The Edible Woman, Margaret Atwood

In the Dream House, Carmen Maria Machado

Me: Stories of My Life, Katharine Hepburn

The Woman in White, Wilkie Collins

The Robber Bride, Margaret Atwood

Moby Dick, Herman Melville

Another Country, James Baldwin

The Blunderer, Patricia Highsmith

Moral Disorder, Margaret Atwood

A Thousand Mornings, Mary Oliver (reread)

Sula, Toni Morrison

Nothing Holds Back the Night, Delphine de Vigan

Frankissstein, Jeanette Winterson

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The Loyalties, Delphine de Vigan 

The Romance of the Forest, Ann Radcliffe

The American, Henry James

The Seep, Chana Porter

The Old English Baron, Clara Reeve

The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (reread)

The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison

Nightwood, Djuna Barnes

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Taylor Jenkins Reid

Challenge, Vita Sackville-West

Life Before Man, Margaret Atwood

Go Tell It on the Mountain, James Baldwin

Gingerbread, Helen Oyeyemi

The Family Plot, Cherie Priest

Experimental Film, Gemma File

Henry James: Stories of the Supernatural

The Silent Patient, Alex Michaelides

The Discomfort of Evening, Marieke Lucas Rijneveld

Passing, Nella Larsen

Quicksand, Nella Larsen

Horrorstor, Grady Hendrix

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, Mark Haddon

#books read 2021 #i should probably just make a goodreads like a normal person but i cant be bothered

[thistle-and-thorn]

An Afterglow of Bone for the title ask?

This was actually my favorite title from the batch you sent and I played with so many ideas for this, you have no idea. Like a mad scientist!AU or zombies or ghosts. But I must have accidentally given you access to my Google Drive? Because you again touched on something I’ve been thinking about for awhile. I am writing a chapter of my Depressing Longfic and the structure of that is really weird, it’s similar to from eden, which I know you’ve read but 25x more confusing. Imagine from eden but absolutely nonsensical lol. And the linking italicized paragraphs for this newest chapter is all about the body as a city–the throat like a column, the ribs like gates, etc. And kind of the climax of these italicized parentheses is the lines: “She has dwelled in the throat and chest and belly of this man for six years and it is just now that they have reached the bone of love.” And that’s the last parentheses in the entire work.The need for them is gone because the truest form of intimacy has been reached?

So I would make it another character study/WIP on that idea of intimacy as being kind of skeletal state? Like true nakedness. So for that, I’m thinking whatever ship (I’m a one-trick pony we all know the ship) get into an argument, like an argument that just spirals completely out of control (nothing violent, obviously, but like the argument between them just encompasses every single thing wrong with either of them.) I don’t think we, the readers, see this argument directly, just in reflection, just the aftermath of the other coming to apologize and they have make-up sex because…I don’t know, afterglow’s in the title.

But I think the idea of this work is kind of taking that idea of the body being a structure, a dwelling place, the idea of a relationship with another person being something that is built between two bodies. In a way, this would also be a good setting for winter–winter is when the earth is sort of skeletal and vulnerable also. Maybe that would be too heavy-handed? I don’t know how I would write this yet, I guess, but that’s my IDEA.

But, of course, in the end, there’s peace. <3 And silver light on white sheets while the rest of the room is completely and utterly black.

#asks #do any of these make sense #i feel like these read like the ramblings of an insane witch #which...is not a Bad thing necessarily #just maybe unhelpful for those kind enough to ask #thank you for indulging me anyway #much love

[brainweird-moth]

introduction: cheerful troublemaker

home in village of harmony

this village very… competitive about eden, and is effectively a cult

enter trouble; created a bit wrong, her form unstable - she already have some issues, but small enough others brush off

as child, she known for wanting make others smile and laugh! she start playfights, make horrible jokes, and give hugs when someone sad

speech apraxia from creation; speaks simply, mostly 1-3 words at time, with some pause and stretch. can understand moderate-to-slow sign and speech, but prefers draw if her words not understood

first eden trip in childhood, she return with new issues; she forgets more, pauses more… but she go again, and come back again with more issues… she take 4 trips total before retire

memory:

after young trouble stumble through orbit gate back home, she crashland in valley social space

hill ahead look so steep, but she start slide down

middle path, through tunnel - but lose balance and ungracefully fall to ice rink before catch self with cape

she look around and start crying - she… can’t remember which way lead home

statue cutscene:

someone in purple cape approach, ask what’s wrong, if anything can help with…

“h- home…” she sniffle. person help up, and promise will help find

flash forward, trouble home safely and person bid farewell

one of village friends hug her - hey hey, so how many? will we go together next time?

“…no next…” she whisper, “no next.”

aftermath:

after she refuse eden, people begin look down on her - some she can tell, some she can’t

she start notice people only “clumsy” when involve her; few times now need mend clothes or rest after injury that someone else cause

or that people make joke of her, and laugh… so she laugh too! laughing good! and then they angry, or say something nasty and walk off…

so she begin travel, more and more, take mind off how her home seem so much different now… she love it, but all her friends change, and leader not treat kindly

isle become favourite place go - she wish could see how used to be…

#moth journal #cheerful troublemaker

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Chapter 23: For the Wages of Sin is Death   

Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed Characters: Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Joseph Seed, Cameron Burke, Earl Whitehorse, Mary May Fairgrave, Nick Rye, Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Grace Armstrong, Jerome Jeffries, John Seed, Faith Seed, Tracey Lader, Virgil Minkler, Hurk Drubman Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Adelaide Drubman, Joey Hudson, Peaches (Far Cry), Jacob Seed, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer, Wheaty (Far Cry), Jess Black, Original Male Character(s), Project at Eden's Gate | Peggies, Tammy Barnes Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Religious Cults, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Swearing, Torture, Unhealthy Relationships, Animal Attack, Threats, Threats of Violence, The Seeds are Their Own Warning, Stabbing, Knives, Guns, Shooting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hallucinations, Sexual Humor, Sexually Suggestive Dialogue, Kidnapping, Blood and Violence, Gun Violence, More Biblical References to Lions Than You Can Shake a Stick at, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Not Canon Compliant, Past Child Abuse, Seeds Live, Deputy Joins the Cult, Social Darwinism, Obsession, Seed Family Meet Cute, Flashbacks, Enemies to Lovers, Physical Abuse, Hand Feeding, Smut, Internalized Misogyny, Hurt/Comfort, arrow wounds, Menstruation Summary:

POV switch - Jacob deals with the aftermath of Kit’s run in with Caleb and the other Chosen

#far cry 5 #fan fiction #jacob seed #jacob seed x female deputy #oc: kit cross

[ms-rampage]

Eden’s Gate: Aftermath Chapter 6 - The Man Who Sold The World

Warnings: Swearing, slight violence, some Kate and Wheaty cutensss, usage of drugs (Bliss)

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: In the penultimate chapter, Paige, Kate and Mandy finally meet face to face with Joseph Seed, but there will be bloodshed, and maybe a few sacrifices the family will have to make. 

Guest OCs: Just the usuals. 

Guest Characters: Archangel Raphael [Supernatural: mentioned], God/Chuck [mentioned], An Archangel? [read until the end]

Note: One more chapter!!! Then New Dawn begins.

*****

Another few weeks have passed, October is here and that means Fall in Montana is beautiful. The fallen leaves, the crispy cool breezes, orange, red and yellow leaves. Fall colors.

Pumpkins, hot chocolate, sweater season, blood shed, violence, and crazy fucking Cultists. 

The Winchester-Smith compound has never looked more alive. The trees on the property with their orange, and yellow leaves.

The threatening words of graffiti on the gates of the compound. Sinner. The Father. The Power of Yes. 

John Seed’s followers tried to retaliate, and avenged his death, but the Winchester family is always 10 steps ahead of them.

7:00 am. A letter arrived at their front door for the 3 females of the Winchester family that morning. From the man whom they’ve been looking for, The Father Joseph Seed himself.

Telling them to go to his church at 5:30 that evening. He didn’t say for what, or why, but they weren’t gonna let this opportunity slip.

“It’s clearly a trap” Kenny tells his wife.

“What if it isn’t?” she asks.

“Why would Joseph send you a letter telling you to go to his church?!?” Nate asks, as he pours coffee in a cup.

“I don’t know, but we’re going” Kate says.

“You two are pregnant!!” Kenny exclaims, “You aren’t going”.

“Okay! Then who else is gonna take our place?” Paige asks.

“I’ll take your place, Mandy and one of the guys can go” he replies. 

“Joseph asked us, and us only to go. We aren’t risking you two going, and probably getting killed” Kate tells him.

“What if he kills you guys?!” Mark asks.

“Remember the letter he left us? When we killed his brothers? He said that we were forgiven for all the shit we’ve done” Paige informs them.

“He could be lying!” Mark adds in.

“Joseph is telling the truth” Mandy steps in. 

They all turn around to face her, “How do you know?!?” Kenny asks.

“I spent 6 months with him. I can tell if he’s lying or not. Writing or speaking I can tell” she says.

Paige looks down at the letter, “So what do we do?!?”.

Mandy takes a deep breath, “When 5:30 comes we leave for church. Whatever happens, happens. This is where it all ends”.

They all stare at her in anticipation.

“I just got the chills when you said that” Mark mutters.

“Yeah for real” Adrian says, looking at her like she just gave him life changing news.

****

A few hours later. 

10:00 am, everyone had just eaten breakfast, Paige is feeding Cristina 2nd her morning bottle.

Kate just threw up, morning sickness and she hates it. 

She called Wheaty, and they’re gonna hang that afternoon. Not telling him about the letter from Joseph to meet at his church.

Kenny, Mark, Nate, Cody, Marty, Adrian and a few others finished putting up one of the 2 houses. Rachel is having a panic attack, knowing that Joseph knows she’s living with the Winchesters. Mandy sitting in her room, blinded by her thoughts. Wondering why Joseph wants the 3 of them to go to his church.

What could he possibly want?. What is the meaning, or purpose of this?. Is he gonna kill them? Does he want to make peace with them?. Is he gonna surrender himself? What is he gonna do?.

Paige is sitting on the front porch swing, holding Cristina while “Fade to Black” by Metallica plays on her bluetooth speaker. Humming along with the song, with Cristina falling asleep in her arms.

****

2 hours have gone by, 12:00pm.

“Things not what they used to be. Missing one inside of me. Deathly loss l, this can't be real. I cannot stand this hell I feel. Emptiness is filling me. To the point of agony. Growing darkness taking dawn. I was me, but now he's gone.”

Kenny steps outside, and sees this. A huge smile grows on his face. He takes a seat next to Paige on the swing, putting his arm around her. She leans closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He places a kiss on her head, rests his cheek on her head. 

Lightly swing back and forth on the swing. Little moments like this they love. They don’t need to go out to fancy restaurants every weekend, or a weekend get away for the both of them. 

Cristina falls asleep in her mothers arms, letting out soft nasal snores, making Kenny snickers at this.

“You know I still don’t like the plan” he tells her. 

“I know you don’t” she responds. They sit in silence for a moment.

“If you could guess what Joseph wants. What would you guess?” he asks.

She sighs, “I don’t know. Maybe make peace with us, or make some sort of treaty between everyone in Hope County”.

“Your mom seems to know a lot about Joseph. Like how he thinks, or what possibly goes through his head.” he tells her.

“Yeah, my mom is really good at reading people, even if she’s not trying to. It’s like a power she has. Growing up I couldn’t even lie to her, and I’m really good at lying, but she knew. She always knew. Kate takes a lot after her, they both try to see the good in people even if they don’t deserve it. I take after my dad, he didn’t trust anyone outside the family. Like if he was still alive, and all this shit that happened, like Rachel turning on the Project, he wouldn't trust her either. Even if she had a change of heart, he wouldn’t trust her at all”.

Kenny zones out as she’s talking, still being able to hear every word she says. He places his hand on her 9 in half weeks pregnant belly. 

“You think your dad would’ve liked me?” he asks, looking up at the sky.

Paige looks up at him, looking into his blue orbs and smiles “If he knew I trusted you, then he would’ve trusted you as well”.

He looks down at her, and kisses her forehead. 

Paige sighs, “My mom-” she says before getting cut off by a soft “mom” from the infant in her arms.

Her and Kenny look at each other wide eyed, then down at Cristina who is half asleep.

She picks her up, having her stand on her lap.

“Say that again” she tells the 11 month old in her hands, “Say mom”.

“Say mama” she tells her again, “Say mama”.

“Say dadda” he jumps in.

Paige glares at him, “This is my moment”.

“Say mama” she tells her again slowly.

“Mama” Cristina mutters her first word, very softly that it sounds like a mumble.

Paige gasps loudly, her eyes widened “She just- she. She said mama. She said her first word!!!”. She gets up from the swing, and goes inside the house.

“Mom!!!” she calls out as she goes inside.

*****

Kate went on her date with Wheaty. She wanted to go hunting, but since she’s 7 in half weeks pregnant, they changed their date plans. They decided to go to the camping spot where they first met a few years back.

“It looks the same” she jokes.

“Camping spots usually never change” he replies. They sit near the water, on some boulders. 

“So how’s the pregnancy?” he asks.

She looks down at her belly, chuckling “I threw up this morning. I’m peeing a lot but my mom and sister said that's normal, other than that it’s going pretty good”. 

“Thought of any names?” he asks, putting his arm around her. 

She thinks about it for a brief moment, “If it’s a boy his name would be either Gabriel Joel Eddard, or Samuel Dean Rhaegar. For a girl Daenerys Arya Brienne, or Lyanna Pamela Cersei”.

“What is up with you and these Game of Thrones names?!” he laughs, kissing the side of her head. 

“They’re nice names!. It’ll give them character, plus Pamela isn’t a name from Game of Thrones, and neither is Samuel, Dean, Gabriel and Joel” she laughs. 

“Don’t be surprised if little Daenerys asks for a dragon, or 3 for her birthday, or an Iron Throne” he jokes. 

“And if she does I’ll be very happy about it, and I’ll get her a stuffed dragon. One of those giant plush ones that are like 5-6 feet tall”.

They talked, they laughed, they made out. They enjoyed their time together, holding her in his arms as they watched the lake. Watching the boats, and jet skies go by.

Even the subject of marriage and kids came up on their date. Even though they've started dating back in August but have known each other over 2 years. 

She starts reminiscing back when they first met. She still remembers that night very clearly. She still has the photos. 

"I still remember that day when we first met" she tells him.

A smile appears on his face, "Yeah me too". 

"I never had a crush on anyone until I met you" he tells her. She looks up at him. 

"Really?" she asks. He nods his head, she moves closer into his arms. Enjoying every single moment of it. 

Kate knows this might be the last time her and Wheaty ever hang out again. Their last date together, and they don’t know it.

Resting her head against his shoulder as they sit by the lake. His arms wrapped around her. 

"Also I wanted to give you this" he says, getting something out of his pants pocket. He pulls out a bracelet, similar to the ones he wears and puts it on her wrist. She smiles as he puts it on her, holding her hand in his. She looks up at him, and kisses him.

***

4:15 pm Kate is still on her date with Wheaty. Her sister and mother prepare themselves as they wait for her.

“Where is she?!” Paige asks, getting annoyed.

“We still have a whole hour” Mandy tells her, “She’ll be back. Soon hopefully”.

15 minutes later Kate pulls into the driveway. 

She enters the house, “It’s about time you show up” Paige tells her.

“Well sorry!” she responds sarcastically, “I had a date with Wheaty, and I wanted to see him before we’re killed!”.

“We’re not gonna get killed” Mandy steps in, “Because we’re not going”.

They all look over at her in confusion. Mandy was having 2nd thoughts about confronting Joseph, and she made the decision not to go to the church.

“What do you mean we’re not going?!?” Paige questions her, “You literally said a few seconds ago that we’re going. Implied it”.

“We’re not going. We’re not gonna give Joseph what he wants” she tells them. 

“Mom?!” Kate mutters in disbelief and confusion.

Paige scoffs, shaking her head “Mom, this is our only chance. To get rid of Joseph. Put an end to the Cult, and kill whoever is left”.  

Everyone, Paige, Kate, Kenny, Adrian, Martin, Cody, Mark, Nate, Barbara, Rachel, and everyone else in the house look at Mandy. About 30, plus, eyes staring back at her. 

“We’re not going” she tells them, “I don’t care what Joseph wants. We’re not going”.

Paige, scoffs at her mother, “Why?. Why the change of heart all of a sudden?!?”.

Mandy glares at her eldest child, and says “You wouldn’t understand”.

Kate stops her older sister from doing or saying anything else to their mom. 

She still plans to go and confront Joseph. All the damage, pain. suffering and bloodshed he had caused. It’ll all end that evening, nothing will stop Paige from ending The Father. 

5:20 rolls around, Kate and Mandy have no intentions of leaving for church. 

The youngest Winchester thinks they should go.

“Mom?” she asks.

“We’re not going Katella” she says, not looking up at her youngest daughter. 

Paige comes downstairs, and is immediately out the door, and goes to the Impala. 

“Paige?!?” Kate exclaims, going after her. Too late she’s already driving like a maniac off of the property. Leaving behind a cloud of dirt.

“Son of bitch!!” she mutters, “She’s going after Joseph”.

They grab the keys to the Monte Carlo, and drive after Paige who is probably already at the church.

**** 

Church of Eden’s Gate

Paige enters the compound, breaking down the front gate with the car. She stops the car, exits it. Pistol ready in her holster. A few peggies on the property staring at her. She ignores them, she’s there for Joseph. She’ll handle the hillbillies later.

“Joseph!!!” she shouts his name, echoing in the sky “Joseph!!!”. 

Approaching the church, the man himself Joseph Seed steps out. She stares at him intensely. He looks up at the sky, closes his eyes and says, “And the lamb broke the 5th seal, and I saw under the altar the souls of Martyrs. Slain because of the Word of God”.

Pointing to Paige, “You. You turned my sister. You poisoned her mind with your wretched words”.

She pulls her pistol out of its holster and aims at him, “I didn’t change her. She finally saw your monstrous ways. She changed on her own”.

“Lies” he hisses, “Your disgusting words against God, and his word”. 

She turns off the safety on her pistol, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right here. Right now”. Her voice filled with anger, and violent intentions. 

He walks around her, she follows his movements. Gun still aimed at him. 

“I told you. Your mother. I told you that we were living in a world on the brink. Where every slight. Every injustice. Where every choice reveals our sins”.

Paige narrows her eyes at him, her pistol still aimed at him, not lowering it once. 

“And where have those sins led us?, Where have those sins led you?”. 

The sound of tires screeching, breaks Paige’s concentration, she turns her head and sees her sister's car drive on the property.

Kate and Mandy get out. “Paige don’t!!!” Mandy exclaims, running towards her. 

She turns back to Joseph, and aims her gun at him again. 

“Paige what are you doing?!?!” Kate exclaims.

“What does it look like I’m doing??!” she replies sarcastically, “I’m ending it all”. 

Joseph stares at Mandy, “Paige, you can’t do this” she pleads.

“Uhh, sure I can” she replies back. Rolling her eyes. 

Mandy gets in between the gun and Joseph. “No, I mean you can’t kill him”.

Lowering her gun, glaring at her mother, “What are you talking about?!?”.

Before she could explain herself, Joseph speaks up. 

“Mandeline”, his voice so calm that it sends shivers up her spine. Giving her goosebumps. 

She closes her eyes, sadness and shame written all over her face. She turns to face him. Her eyes meeting his. He stares at her with so much intensity that you can almost feel the anger radiating off of him, and the fear radiating off of her. 

“You betrayed me, my family, my flock, and God. You dare to show yourself to me” he tells her, slowly approaching her. 

“Joseph, I’m sorry, but I had no choice. I couldn’t stand by and watch everything happen” she explains to him.

He points at her, “You turn my family into Martyrs. And I plan to do the same with yours”. He walks around them, and they see their friends Mary May, Nick Rye, Pastor Jerome, Grace Armstrong, Jess Black, Tracey Lader, Wheaty, and Tammy Barnes all under the influence of Bliss holding Kenny, Mark and Nate hostage. 

“Wheaty!!!!” Kate cries out, seeing her boyfriend drugged up with Bliss.

“Kenny?!?” Paige says under her breath, “How the fuck did you get to them!?!?!”. 

“Joseph let them go!!!!” Mandy yells.

He turns to her, and says, “Your friends, and family have been taken and torture, and it’s your fault. Countless people have been killed, and it is your fault. The world is on fire, and it’s your fault. Was it worth it?. Was it?”.

“You motherfucker” Paige mutters angrily, “Me killing you will fucking worth it, and I can promise you that”. 

The followers on the property gather behind the 3 Winchesters, blocking them from escaping. 

“Kenny what happened?!? Was it Rachel?!?” Paige asks.

“No!” he mutters. 

“The others are fine. They got us, Rachel took off when they showed up” Nate wheezes. 

“Paige?” Mandy mutters softly.

“Not now” she responds, “Joseph I swear you better-”

“Paige!” she yells, breaking her attention from him. 

“Mom!. Now's not the time” she tells her.

“You can’t kill him” she tells her almost in a whisper.

She looks at her, eyes furrow, “Yeah I can, he has our friends and family hostage!!”.

Mandy looks back at Joseph then back at Paige, “No I mean you can’t kill him”.

“What do you mean I can’t-” She stands in front of her once again, blocking the bullet from hitting Joseph.

“Raphael” she mutters, interrupting her. 

“Raphael?!?” Kate whispers, “The Archangel?!?”.

She nods her head, “Yes, I was told by Archangel Raphael that Joseph had to be protected, and I was the one to do it. That’s why you can’t kill him.”

Kate and Paige look at their mother in disbelief, and confusion.

“Because Chuck spoke to him” she whispers to them, “About the end. You can’t kill him because if you do everything, everyone will die. Cease to exist. The end of life as we know it”. They both glare at her with mixed emotions. 

“You knew this whole time?!?” Paige yells, “This whole time!!. If Joseph gets killed, hurt and harmed in any way. Chuck will drop a bomb on all of humanity?!?”.

“Why didn’t you tell us?!?!” Kate asks, betrayal in her voice.

“I couldn’t say anything. Raphael forbidden me from saying anything to anyone!!” she says.

Paige lowers her pistol, putting it back in her holster.

Shaking her head, “I can’t believe you. He could be playing him for all we know” she tells her.

“Let them go” she orders Joseph, pointing to Kenny, Mark and Nate. 

Joseph stares at her, “Are you deaf?!? I said let them go!!!” she orders him again.

Mandy holds her back, “Let me handle this”.

She turns to face Joseph, and pleads with him “Joseph please, let them go. We don’t want anymore bloodshed. Please let them go, and we’ll leave”.

“Wheaty too!” Kate shouts.

“You betrayed me. Betrayed God. I forgive you for what you’ve done to my family, but that I can’t forgive” he tells her, stepping close to her, “Your family will pay for what you have done”. 

The few followers grab Paige and Kate shoving them onto the ground, taking their guns and other weapons away.

“Don’t fucking touch me!!” Paige yells, struggling.

“Get off me!!” Kate shouts, fighting to be let go. 

“Joseph, it’s not their fault!!. It’s mine. Let them go, and you can deal with me” she pleads with him again.

He grabs her shoulders, “This is where it ends” he whispers to her. Tears stream down her face. 

“You peggie fuckers!!. Pieces of fucking shit!!” Paige mutters as a peggie pushes her face first into the ground. 

“Get the fuck off of her!!” Kenny yells at him.

Tears streaming down Mandy’s cheeks, if only she was honest with her family. If only she had told them the truth. All of this wouldn't have happened. Her family was gonna be killed because of her. Her own greed. 

“When are you gonna realize that every problem cannot be solved with a bullet?” he asks her. 

“It doesn’t have to end this way” she pleads with him. 

Two of his followers, grab her. Preventing her from stopping whatevers gonna happen. 

One of his Chosen has a sharp knife in hand. Almost like a miniature machete, holding it in front of her eldest child. 

“Really Joseph? You’re gonna kill two pregnant women!” Paige yells. Grabbing the Father’s attention.

He stops them, having Paige’s full attention. He looks at her with a questioning look on his face. 

“Yeah” she says, a smug look on her face “I’m pregnant. So is my sister. She’s carrying your little brother's kid. John”. 

He looks over at the youngest sister, and she nods her head. “It’s John’s kid, Joseph. You kill us, you kill your nephew/niece, but keep in mind we’ll never be family”. 

He looks up at the sky, backing away from them. His back to all of them. “Let them go” he says. They free the family of hunters, showing them all mercy. 

“Wheaty?!” Kate cries, trying to snap him out of it, “Wheaty please. It’s me, Kate”. 

She holds his face, cupping it, hoping to get him back into reality. All their friends drugged up, blind from reality. Paige grabs her arm, “Come on, we have to get out of here”. 

She resists, shaking her head “No, Wheaty please snap out of it. We have a child on the way” she cries. The Bliss has taken over his state of mind that he can’t comprehend anything.

Mark and Nate practically dragged Kate back into the car. Her, her mother and sister in the Impala, Kenny, Nate and Mark in the Monte Carlo. They all drive back to the compound.

*****

Little did they know they’re not the only ones that have had an issue with Joseph, and the Cult. The new Deputy has had their fair share of issues with the Seed family, and their followers.

Liberating their outposts and destroying their properties. Making the Seed family look like a family of psychopaths they need to be locked up. 

When Faith took off, she went to her gate and met with the Deputy. They put up a fight against her and they ended up killing her. 

Faith. Rachel would’ve been the adopted sister to the two sisters. Rachel Winchester would’ve been her name. 

****

They all arrive back at the compound. Kate in tears, Paige in shock.

The others come out, and see all their friends alive. Their children and wifes stand at the front porch. 

“Holy shit!!” Cody says relieved, “You’re all alive!!”.

They all nod, “Yeah, yeah we are” Mandy mutters. 

“Is Joseph alive?!?” Adrian asks. They all nod in disappointment, “Yeah, the fucker is still alive” Kate mutters angrily. 

“Where’s Rachel?” Kate asks them. The others shrug, “We don’t know, she fled the property when the peggies arrived”. 

“So now what?!” Mark asks, shrugging. 

Paige shakes her head “I don’t know, we’re gonna have to-”. 

As she’s speaking, it’s almost like God himself was making a huge entrance. Lighting up the entire sky. 

A bright white light blinds them all, covering their faces from the burning brightness. 

When the bright light clears, a giant mushroom-like cloud in the distance fills the sky. 

“Oh my god!!” Nate mutters in horror, “Oh my god!!”. 

A huge storm flies at them, causing the entire ground to shake violently. Making them stumble, and fall. The trees, and land go up in flames within seconds. Animals running to seek shelter. The whole sky orange, everything is a fiery orange red. 

“Shit! he was right!” Martin screams in horror, “He was right!”.

“Damn it Chuck!” Paige mumbles angrily with a hint of fear in her voice. 

Realization hitting hard, “Wheaty?, I have to get Wheaty!!” Kate yells.  

She gets stopped by her mother and brother in law, “Kate no!!”. 

“I have to go back for him!!” she cries, trying to get to her car. 

Paige tries to hold her back, “It’s too late for him!!. You’ll die if you go back!. Kenny! Adrian! Get the cars underground. Everyone else get the children, pets and go down to the bunker”. They get the cars underground to the bunker garage. They get all their kids, pets, and all go down to the bunker. 

Everyone settles underground. Fear, anger. So much emotion in one room. The distance rumbles of explosions going off, making it sound like the king of all thunderstorms is happening right above their heads. Paige looks around the main room of the bunker to see if everyone made it down. She counts everyone that was on the property. 

Herself, her daughter, Kate, Kenneth, her mother, Barbara, Mark, his wife and 2 kids, Nate, his wife and 3 kids. Cody and his wife, Martin and his fiancee, Adrian and his wife. 

“He was right” Kate mutters, playing with her bracelet, “Joseph Seed was right, and we didn’t see it coming. God, the Collapse, this sort of thing is right up our alley, and we didn’t believe him!!”.

Paige sighs in disappointment, “It’s not that we didn’t believe him. He didn't believe us, which is not surprising. It’s that he claimed that he spoke with Chuck, and for all we know. He couldn’t been played by him”.

Kate is about to say something when a fluttering sound, and a loud thud a few rooms away throws her off. 

“Did you hear that?!?” she asks the others. The others stay back while her and Paige go to investigate it. Kate then sees a single golden, brown feather on the floor.

“Hey, look a feather” she says, pointing at it. Paige, who doesn’t see it, looks at her in confusion. 

“Where?!?” she asks, looking around for it. They get to the source of the sound, and see a man with his back to them, kneeling on the floor. 

Paige pulls out her pistol, and aims at the intruder. 

They both see the same man, but Kate sees a little more. Tattered up golden, brown angelic wings. They approach the man, and stand in front of him. He lifts his head to look up at them, and they see the wounded, beaten up Archangel. 

“Gabriel?!?” Kate mutters. 

____

When the bombs fell

Not long after (The Angels fell)

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[scifrey]

Good Omens Headcanon

Angels (and therefore also demons) can grow the hair on their human-mimicking corporations at will. A little bit of concentration, a slight time-bending (demonic) miracle, and >poof<: longer hair. They cannot, however, shorten it. It must be cut, and looses all divinity when it is severed.

The Host were all created with human-mimicking corporations that featured long hair. When the rebellion came, though, the Soon-to-be-Fallen took their weapons, their swords and daggers and spears, the tools that they were meant to use in defense of God and Her Children, and severed their locks, self-harmed their corporations, in defiance.

This is why you see Beelzebub, and Hastur with roughly chopped hair, uneven and hastily done, and others like Ligur with their hair shorn scalp-short, or into deliberately showy punk-peaks like the utility demon. Once they’d Fallen, and became lizards or frogs or swarms of flies or snakes, the corporations they created to puppeteer so they could interact with humanity proudly bore the signs of that first act of rebellion - the short, chopped hair. And they will not grow it out.

But Crowley, who did not Fall so much as Saunter Vaguely Downwards, did not shear himself. 

Crowley was just asking questions. He didn’t choose to Rebel. He did not align himself with the Morningstar. But because he was hanging around with the Wrong Crowd, he was cast down all the same, long locks and all.

In defiance of Hell, and perhaps to prove to Her that She had wronged him, he kept his beautiful curls. Let Her watch a demon that still looks like an angel seduce and tempt Her bright new toys. Let his hair be the reminder of all that She forced him into, by refusing to just Answer.

And Crowley, the Flash Bastard who has Gone Native, enjoys making his hair fashionable. Whatever the era, whatever the new look, he’s happy to jump to it, especially since everyone else in Hell has short hair and keeps it that way.

It’s his way of saying, “I don’t belong to Hell. I don’t belong to Heaven. I belong here, with the Humans.”

Alternatively, the Angelic Host, part way through the Rebellion War, realized that long hair rather got in the way during fighting, and either put it up like Michael or cut it off as well - but this time in a clean, neat military style like Uriel or Gabriel.

Aziraphale’s hair was styled into a tight military cut - short sides, top just long enough to push back and keep off his face. It grew a bit during the eons of fighting, only because he was selfish and missed the joy of the wind through his hair as he flew. A little bit longer, a little bit curlier, a little bit fluffier wasn’t going to harm anyone, would it? And Aziraphale is a hedonist at heart - he enjoys savoring every sensation his corporation can experience. He misses the way his curls would bounce and tangle in flight.

And then the First War in Heaven ended.

Hell opened in a chasm, demons were cast down, and Aziraphale was so horrified by everything that had happened that his corporation suffered a terrible shock - and his once-dark curls turned bright white. Not his eyebrows, those stayed dark. So did the rest of the hair on his body. But the battle-ragged, divine-blood-matted, flaming-sword-singed hair on the top of his head was shocked utterly colourless.

He was relieved when he was sent to the Eastern Gate of Eden, because it meant he was away, away, away from the terrible aftermath of the battle in Heaven. He wouldn’t have to clean up the remains of those who had once been friends, siblings, family - on both sides.

But when he tried to regrow his hair, to recapture some of who he was before battle, and blood, and burning came to define him, the new hair came in dark.

He stopped growing it immediately. There was just enough of the dark hair for it to be seen against the curve of his scalp, a shadow against his head. He could have kept going, grown it out long enough and then chopped off the horrible white hair. But then he realized if he did, he’d effectively be erasing the proof of how he had reacted to the battle. The War had scarred him. It changed him, literally. And in honor of those lost - and perhaps to rub it in Her face a little, because what kind of Mother allows Her Children to behave so vilely, to perpetrate such egregious acts against one another, whom they were supposed to love - he chooses to keep his hair white. And to never grow it out again. And so, our story begins, as it will end, in a Garden. 

With an angel with shorn hair, and a demon with luxuriously defined curls, standing at the top of a wall daring their Mother to look down on them on the edge of Eden, and see them for what she had made of them: A Demon who is Nice enough, deep down, to wear his hair like an Angel. And an Angel who is hurt enough to be a bit of a Bastard, wearing his like a Demon.

#Good Omens #Headcanon #Aziraphale #Crowley #Hair #also known as #in-canon explanations #for why Michael Sheen's roots were always showing #Angels are Lady Lovely Locks #Now I've Made Myself Sad

[blissfulalchemist]

2, 6, 14, 29, 46 + cat & liz xx

Thank you for asking Stella!! 💜

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Much like Faith, Cat has a name change once “joining” Eden’s Gate to the title of Mary Seed. According to Joseph, Cat was to bring about the start of the next generation of leaders so they could continue to thrive once the collapse happened. Her marriage to John dictates her to be a herald though she never personally sees herself as one but to the members and residents she may as well be. To many she does embody and carry about the mother like quality associated with Mary of Nazareth, as her story continues she does become Mary the Mother of Sorrows though it’s more in private than anything.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

Cat was always decent in school. She wasn’t straight As but got a good mix of As and Bs and the occasional C. She easily completed high school and then went to college right after. College is where school became more complicated and her mental health plummeted taking a longer time to complete than she liked but in the end she did achieve her bachelors degree in psychology. Cat always enjoyed her psych classes and classes that delved into art and music though tried to stick to the more unconventional ideas of art and music to learn about. Gym and math were never strong suits and she she absolutely detested them.

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

Many of Catlina’s childhood memories involve the kitchen and watching her family cook. Christmas though is always her favorite memory as those were the times that had everyone together, there was laughter and fun, a better sense of who she was. This changed as she got older but she holds onto those childhood memories the most.

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

It depends on the fear and the level. If it’s one that is a very surface level fear she’ll tease a little if there is a good enough relationship but she respects people’s fears and will protect them when it’s needed. She really just wants people safe and happy.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

Cat can be pretty shy when first meeting people. She’ll more wait for people to approach her and go from there. Given her stature people tend to see her more as a child and can treat her as such. This is not accurate and if you get her on a bad day, or pretty drunk, and you make mention of it well her first impression will go from really sweet and polite to well not that.

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Liz does not have any official titles given that she grew up outside Eden’s Gate in the aftermath of its demise. However her name is a happy accident in that it mean “God’s Promise”. Liz may never take over Eden’s Gate but the ending of her story has her leading Joseph to his New Eden (in a sense).

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

Liz is an overachiever. She will work tirelessly to get As(100s are not needed as that’s unrealistic) and she is the student that typically ruins the curve. Liz is on track to graduate early from high school in main canon and this scares and thrills her as she hopes to get into Stanford to study Democracy, Development, and the Rule of Law and get into being a lawyer. She wants to change the world and this is one way to do it along with being an activist outside of it. Liz for all her studies she LOVES music, she’s a singer and plays guitar in her free time, when she gets it, and would love to pursue it but she knows she can do more good and change outside of music and that’s her biggest passion. In terms of subjects she hates well she could do without the humiliating hell that is gym class.

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

Her most significant memory of food is actually when she was six and it was her first time really trying to help her mom bake her birthday cake. It went all kinds of wrong from the mixer being turned on too high, the two cake flavors getting mixed in the same bowl, Liz pouring too much of a flavor extract because it smelled good so more means it’ll be better, the frosting got everywhere, sprinkles and decorations were just kind of spilled and thrown on it, and in the end not having a candle so they used a toothpick as a candle. The cake was....near inedible but the time making it was so fun for Liz that she wishes for those moments again.

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

Liz is very respectful and protective of people and will try to eliminate anything that causes a person’s fear to come up. She will also work on not bringing up fears in others once she is aware of them.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

Liz can keep to herself among her peers and to many her age she’s seen as a bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else, which is far from the truth. Liz is though very good at approaching people and introducing herself. To many adults she makes the best first impression that reflects what she wants you to see that has accuracy to who she is but with some modifications. You will never see her without a smile though as she approaches you and takes the first step in introducing herself, just very business like of her.

#catlina rojas oc #lizette eden oc #yes I used Liz banner twice just felt like it was needed and I love her smile

[gaslightgallows]

Fake fic title: "Bones of wind-broken stone"

In the aftermath of the Flood, the face of the world looks very different. Crawly hates it, and he hates that he finds it beautiful. Most of all, he hates how beautiful the angel from Eden's eastern gate looks against the painful blue of the sky as he skips stones into the ocean waves.

(Send me a title for a fake fic, and I’ll write a fake summary!)

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