#az-3

[tup-ika-5385]

Chapter 3 Summary:

Plans are made as Tup's condition starts to deteriorate.

Fic Summary:

Six months after the trials of Umbara, Tup and Dogma are growing into themselves as well-established members of the 501st. Tup's been training more with Fives and Jesse, set on an ARC trooper promotion, and even Dogma has found a place in medical, where his intense focus and organization are both needed and appreciated.

While practicing for his medic exams, Dogma find some worrying abnormalities in Tup's numbers, making some worrying discoveries. As Tup's condition worsens, help comes from unlikely sources as Dogma, Kix, Fives, and Hardcase fight to discover the truth and save their brother.

A Sequel to the fic "A Series of Hard Knocks," focusing on Tup and Dogma as they discover a nefarious plot.

Chapter 3:

To absolutely nobody’s surprise, Tup fell asleep the moment they got back to their bunkroom, and after reviewing his notes with Kix, it wasn’t long before Dogma joined him. Despite the sharp worry clawing at the back of his mind, Dogma fell asleep quickly, slumped against his batchmate’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was barely five hours later when he woke up again, Tup still plastered to his side, to find Kix and Fives discussing something over a datapad.

Carefully removing himself from Tup’s grasp, Dogma slid out of the bunk and gave a quiet nod to the other two. 

“Get enough sleep, Dogma?” Kix asked with a knowing look. Back when he’d taken his medic’s exam, he hadn’t slept nearly enough. He could only imagine the added stress that Dogma was likely feeling from this whole scenario.

“I’m fine,” Dogma grunted. “How’s Tup’s scans? Have you two come up with anything yet?”

Fives grimaced, “I looked through what I could find of the Kaminoan’s files, and I couldn’t find anything on brain tumors. Other types of tumors, yes, but nothing from the brain.”

Kix nodded, “It was weird, but we could barely even find brain scans to compare Tup’s to; at least not higher-level scans like we did. It’s like the long-necks used their di’kutla hyper tests every single time, just for kicks!” 

Fives had been smirking at Kix’s words, “for kicks,” when a thought came to mind. “Still, you’d think that they took brain scans for other things. Brain bleeds, concussions, kriff, even their freaky experiments. But we found nothing. I’m just saying, it’s a little suspicious.”

“Hmm. You might be onto something, Fives. Either way, though, we still need to figure out how to get whatever-it-is out of Tup’s head– without the Kaminoans finding out about it.” Kix said, deep in thought.

“Well, why don’t you just remove it?” Fives asked.

Kix rolled his eyes. “Oh, and should I rearrange the stars while I’m at it? I’m a field medic, Fives, not a brain surgeon. That requires special training; that or a really good medical droid.” He snapped before wincing internally at his tone. “Sorry, haven’t had my kaff yet.”

Fives shrugged, unoffended. “It’s okay, we all had an early start today. But if it’s a med droid we need, that shouldn’t be too difficult. We’ll just need to find one and convince it to do the surgery without alerting the long-necks. Easy!”

Dogma raised an eyebrow at Fives’ nonchalance. “And how do you plan on doing that?” Fives was taking this far too lightly, in his sleep-deprived opinion.

Typing on his datapad once again, Fives responded. “Well, if you give me a moment to find the programming manual for those medical droids–” 

“An AZ unit would be better,” Kix interjected, and Fives nodded before continuing.

“Yep, just as I thought. Most droids, even the stuffy ones, will go against basic protocol if it means that their base function is fulfilled. Luckily for us, AZ units are programmed to do what’s best for the patient, above all else! So if we convince the droid that it would harm Tup to alert the Kaminoans, we should be good to go!”

“Are you sure that’s going to work?” Dogma asked, hopeful but still skeptical.

“I’m sure of it! Besides, growing up with Echo as a batchmate, I got pretty good at thinking around the regs.” Fives grinned, relieved that they finally had a plan to help Tup. Sure, he was close with everyone in his squad, but since Echo died, Tup was his best friend, and he hated feeling helpless when his brothers were hurting. 

Kix nodded, and the group sank into thought. “How are we going to get our hands on a medical droid?” 

Fives smirked, “Leave that to me.”

When Tup came back to awareness an hour later, his entire being felt like it was wrapped in a thick fog. If his vision had been a little off earlier, now it was downright blurry, and he shook his head a bit in the hopes that it would clear it. Instead, a sharp pain lanced through his skull and he let out a groan.

Distantly, he could hear his brothers moving around him, and one of the blurs got close enough that he could recognize Dogma. “-Hey Tup, how are you feeling?”

Tup scrubbed at his face with a clumsy hand. He may not have Dogma’s training, but something definitely felt off. “I-I don’t… feel like myself…” He muttered, earning a concerned look from Dogma.

“Hey Kix, does his voice sound slurred to you?” Dogma asked, shining a light in Tup’s eyes, and Tup let out an uncharacteristic whimper as the light seared his retinas. 

“Sorry, sorry, vod. Just need to check something.” He apologized before turning towards the other medic, and Tup drifted a little, in a haze.

“ –Tup. Tup?” Flinching harshly, Tup realized that he’d spaced out again, and the other three troopers were all standing around him. 

“W-what?” He asked, attempting to get up, only to be pushed back down with a gentle hand. 

“We need to get him back to medbay– now.” Kix said, voice insistent. “I don’t know why, but his numbers are looking worse, and I don’t want to hold off for too much longer.”

Dogma nodded, and Tup belatedly realized that he’d captured his batchmate’s hand at some point, but thankfully Dogma didn’t seem to mind, squeezing it lightly whenever he started to drift again. 

“How are we going to get him into medbay undetected?” He asked, and Fives opened his mouth to respond when, all of a sudden, Hardcase entered the room with an enthusiastic grin. 

“Vode, you would not believe the– what’s going on?” Hardcase paused, noting the stress lines on Kix’s face, and how they all gathered around Tup. “Is Tup alright?”

Fives paused before taking charge of the situation. “There’s no time to explain, vod. We’ve gotta go to medbay. But first, I need you to do something for me.” 

Nodding expectantly, Hardcase said. “Anything, Fives.”

At that, Fives’ expression quirked into a small grin. “I need you to punch me in the face.”

Hardcase blinked, and hardly a moment later, Fives was clutching his jaw with a groan. “You could’ve at least hesitated, vod!” He complained, shaking his head to clear it, a sardonic grin on his face. “Right, let’s head to medical.” He ordered, and the others were swift to follow, with Kix and Dogma each looping one of Tup’s arms around their shoulders.

Hardcase followed behind, a small grin on his face despite his growing worry. “You said there’s no time, Fives… why exactly did I just punch you in the face?”

“Come on, I’ll explain on the way.” Fives said, and Hardcase nodded. He’d followed the ARC into fire many times before; following him into medbay couldn’t be that bad.

Once they got to medbay, citing a sparring match gone wrong, it wasn’t long before Fives and Tup were seated on an exam table, being looked over by a med droid. Thankfully, it was one of the newer AZ units Kix had mentioned. 

With Tup slumped on Fives' side, looking increasingly worse and muttering under his breath about good soldiers, it didn’t take long for the med droid to recognize that something else was going on. Thankfully, Fives came prepared, and after Kix showed the medical droid their scans, it wasn’t long before they were deep in discussion.

“Think about it. It’s your duty to save the patient, right?” Fives asked.

“That is correct.” The med droid bobbed his head in a nod, surprisingly expressive for a droid.

“And you agree that surgery is the correct course of action with these scans, as the best way to save the patient, right?”

“That is correct.”

“So, by stalling and informing the Kaminoans, who according to you, would move to terminate, dissect, and study the patient, you’d be letting the patient die, willingly.” 

Fives forced himself to continue, keeping his voice even despite how the words threatened to choke him. Tup wasn’t on death’s door, not yet, but if he kept going downhill as fast as he was, Fives didn’t need to be a medic to know it’d be bad.

“Impossible! That is against my programming!”

“That’s not the way it looks to me,” Fives challenged.

“I cannot perform a surgery of this magnitude without disobeying protocols.” AZ-3 hedged, and Fives knew he had him right where he wanted.

“Check your programming,” Fives said. “I thought saving the patient at all costs was fundamentally your highest order.”

“That is correct.”

“Right, then let’s get to it.” Finally, Fives allowed a relieved look to cross his face as the medical droid was finally convinced to do the surgery– without alerting the Kaminoans. He looked over to Kix and Dogma, seeing dual looks of relief. Hardcase still looked a little confused, having been blindsided by the whole scenario, but thankfully, he’d kept the questions to a minimum, recognizing the urgency of the situation.

“Remind me to never leave you alone with a medical droid, vod.” Kix said, tired yet amused, still beyond grateful that Tup was going to get the help he needed. 

Tup himself was oblivious to everything that had happened, having fallen into an uneasy state of unconsciousness after they’d laid him down on the exam table, not quite asleep, but definitely not awake either. His hand was still being carefully grasped by Dogma as he kept watch over his brother.

The med droid bobbed in the air, quickly getting started with the surgery prep. “CT-5385 is already unconscious, but I will administer a sedative to ensure he does not awaken during the surgery.”

Fives interjected. “Tup. His name is Tup.” 

“Tup? What is a Tup?” The med droid asked, confused.

“He’s my friend; our brother. He’s not a number.” Fives continued, insistent. 

“Yes he is. We all have numbers. My number is AZ-345211896246498721347. His number is CT-5385. 

“Wrong, he has a name. No clone uses their number, not anymore.” Not since Kamino, and definitely not since Umbara, if any of them had a say in it.

“But you are a number. CT-5555.” The med droid’s tone was curious, even as it puttered around the exam room prepping for Tup’s surgery.

“No, I am Fives. Call me Fives.” 

Kix’s face quirked into a small smile, listening to Fives argue with the medical droid. Still, he couldn’t deny the effectiveness of the ARC trooper’s tactics, convincing the med droid to help Tup.

“But, five is a number?”

“No, not five, Fives .” Fives enunciated to the confused droid.

“Oh…” AZ-3 nodded, and Fives grinned in success, only to be crushed when AZ continued. “The difference is minimal.”

Dogma huffed in amusement, appreciating the distraction from Tup’s deteriorating health, however small. As he stood there, waiting for the medical droid to start cutting into his batchmate’s brain, Dogma jumped forward at a sudden thought. 

“Wait– Tup’s hair, I don’t…” Dogma paused, forcing himself to use clinical terms, even though it was his batchmate laying on the exam table, unconscious and vulnerable.

He reworded his thoughts carefully. “Cutting the patient’s hair unnecessarily would negatively impact his wellbeing. I’ve read about other techniques for civilians with brain tumors, but… is there any way to do the surgery without shaving his head?” 

AZ-3 tilted his head robotically. “Hair is not alive, and thus has no pain receptors. How would cutting CT-5385’s hair negatively impact his well-being?”

Dogma paused for a moment, trying to explain. “Tup… when we were cadets, a trainer once attempted to forcibly cut his hair, against his will. After this event, his range scores were lower for a while, and he had trouble sleeping until it started to grow out again. Even now, he’s… careful about who he allows to touch his hair. Losing sleep could lengthen his recovery, which would be harmful to his overall health.”

A moment passed, and AZ-3’s servos whirred for a second before responding. “It would be less efficient, and would be more time-consuming, but it can be done. Hair-sparing techniques will only require me to shave half-an inch of his hair away from the surgical area, once I have applied the proper sealants. Would you like me to proceed with the surgery for clone trooper Tup?”

Dogma let out a sigh of relief as AZ immediately started prepping for the surgery. “Yes, thank you, AZ.”

AZ bobbed his head, hardly pausing from his “I am a droid, I do not require thanks.”

Dogma shook his head, exasperated, before stepping back, reassured that Tup’s hair would be saved. As he moved back towards the others, Fives gave him a friendly nudge. “Good job, vod. I didn’t even think about his hair.” 

Dogma nodded wearily. “He’s going to have enough worries after this surgery. I didn’t want to add any more, if I could help it.” He kept his gaze on Tup, forcing himself not to look away as AZ continued with the surgery. It was lucky that they'd gotten him into surgery when they did, but his brain couldn't stop going through likelihoods of brain damage, skull pressure, even death, as he forced his gaze away from Tup's vitals.

He flinched slightly as Fives wrapped an arm around his shoulders before he relaxed a little bit at Fives’ reassurance. “Tup’s lucky to have a vod like you watching out for him.” 

“Thanks… you too.” 

Even with the additional steps for the hair-sparing surgery, it wasn’t long before AZ-3 finished the surgery, placing a bacta patch over the incision. Once he was done, he transferred the tumor to a microscope slide, which he passed to Kix.

“What is that?” Fives asked, shuddering at the misshapen tumor on the slide, and a pit of dread filled Dogma’s stomach as he looked back at Tup, still painfully still. Only time would tell if there were any lasting effects, so he squeezed his batchmate’s hand and hoped for the best.

#clone trooper tup #inhibitor chips #chips arc #clone trooper dogma #arc trooper fives #clone trooper kix #az-3 #my fics #my stuff #hard knocks 'verse #swtcw fanfic #swtcw fic #brain surgery #hardcase has zero chill #fives has a brain #dogma just wants his brother to be okay #tup's not doing so hot #updated on weekends #crossposted on ao3 #hardcase survived umbara but now has chronic pain

[iamyourdensityy]

the problem with so many of yall is that you don't realize aziraphale and crowley are messy!!! aziraphale knocks over everything in the magic shop and forgets about his cocoa, crowley stutters over his words and pushes pull doors and it's messy and so human. they're silly and dumb and miscommunicate and it's beautiful

#im high as shit please tell me you understand this #shoutout to the side of the fandom that sees crowley and aziraphale for the cringefail losers that they are #<3 #good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #crowley good omens #az fell #aziraphale good omens #aziracrow #ineffable idiots

[kay-lives-in-chaos]

Also the comment section (Pinterest)

#anthony janthony crowley #crowley #good omens #az fell #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale and crowley #ineffable divorce #aziraphale #good omens fandom #gomens #gomens 2 #gomens 3

[wildflowercryptid]

the kalosian worms are quickly eating away at my brain, folks.

#enjoy my shitpost doodles i'll do more serious ones later #mjv!calem is so funny to me i want to study him in a lab #the most fucked up lil dude in all of kalos he's so god damn haunted #just girly things : when an evil ecofascist ceo tricks you into almost killing your friends by brainwashing you <3 #i actually need to talk about what happens in mjv!xy instead of just dropping wild out of context jokes about plot points aksflj #pokemon #pokemon xy #pkmn xy #pokemon serena #trainer serena #pokemon az #trainer az #pokemon calem #trainer calem #rival calem #pokemon shauna #rival shauna #pokemon emma #trainer emma #hc : (pkmn) mjverse #chara : serena vidal #chara : zephyrathes '' az '' vidal #<- fucked up in that hc post and forgot to write out his full first name oops #chara : calem durant #chara : shauna bellamy #chara : emma khalil #🎨 : mj draws #tw explosion

[crowleysgoat]

cosy Aziraphale rat reading his little book of prophecies

(drawn for the Good Omens Reference Library Discord Server! Come and join us!)

#aziraphale #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fanart #good omens art #my art #az fell #mr fell #good omens 3 #i know the last thing i posted was a spicy drawing #my two drawing modes are cute or spicy #also i love ratatouille ok

[the-shadowsingers-whore]

hofas bonus chapter masterlist

ruhn and lidia

bryce and hunt

bryce and danika

ember and randall

bryce, nesta, and azriel

#hofas #house of flame and shadow #cc #crescent city #hosab #hoeab #cc 3 #crescent city 3 #cc bonus chapter #crescent city bonus chapter #sjm #q: playing piano with az

[livhowlett]

Everyone talks about The Bentley alot. About their personality, what role they'll play in S3, ect.

But I haven't seen anyone mention The Bookshop.

And I hope The Bookshop will be left alone in S3

She got burnt down in S1

And in S2 she got invaded

AND her owner left

In S3, I want Crowley and Muriel take good care of her, and nothing bad to happens. Poor Bookshop needs a break!

#good omens #the bookshop #a. z. fell #a z fell #az fell and co #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #michael sheen #david tennant #good omens season 3 #the bentley #good omens aziraphale #aziraphale bookshop #you can't leave this bookshop #crowley loves aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #aziraphale loves crowley #ineffable partners #ineffable boyfriends #ineffible husbands #idiots in love

[butterflyontheleash]

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#thanks for so much notes luvs <3 #ana trigger #motylki any #bede motylkiem #jestem motylkiem #moja przyjaciółka ana #nie bede jesc #tylko dla motylków #az do kosci #bede chudy #chce widziec swoje kosci #tw ana trigger #ana bllog #ana rant #boy ana #ana male #tw ana diary #anatumblr #ed not ed sheeran #tw restrictive ed #tw ed diet #male ed #light as a feather #i want to be skinnier

[klarka01]

Uzależniłam się od stawania na wagę 🙏🏻

#az do kosci #chce byc lekka jak motylek #bede motylkiem #blogi motylkowe #motylki any #lekka jak motyl #motylki blog #motylki #kys <3 #chudej nocy motylki #porady dla motylków #będę motylkiem #jestem motylkiem #lekkie motylki #nienawidze szkoły #chce byc szczupla #gruba szmata #nienawidze swojego ciała #chce sie zabic #chce schudnac #nienawidze siebie #gruba kurwa #nie chce być gruba #gruba świnia #za gruba #jestem gruba

[andsomemaniacgotridofthewheel]

There are a couple of things about Aziraphale that I think we, as a fandom*, focus too much on and get it slightly wrong in the process.

*= I am talking about the regular Good Omens fandom and Aziraphale fans here, not including the Aziraphale haters, who can skip this post because they wouldn't care or understand anyway.

First of all, yes, Heaven is an abusive work environment. The angels in charge are bullies, while Aziraphale is a sweet little cinnamon roll. Absolutely no question there.

And yes, Aziraphale is scared that his relationship with Crowley is discovered. Again, elementary, my dear Watson.

But he is always much more scared for Crowley, if Hell would ever find out, than he is for himself. He's terrified that something could happen to Crowley (see Edinburgh leading to the whole Holy Water blow-up). He knows, or can at least imagine, what Hell would do to Crowley, and he wouldn't even be able to get to him, much less help. Maybe not even immediately realise when it happened.

But he himself has been lying to God and Heaven from the very beginning (what he says to the Starmaker in Before the Beginning, about not wanting to get him into trouble, proves that he was always wary and filtering his words carefully). He lied directly to God's face right after Eden. And he always got away with it. We see him getting more and more comfortable with it during the millennia.

Yes, he sometimes still gets nervous when he faces a surprise or a new threat and he has to think on his feet, but he does it. Every time.

But we are tending to treat him like a little scaredy cat that lives in constant terror of Heaven, and I don't think that's the case. In later centuries he knows that he can run circles around the archangels when it comes to Earth, because he is the expert and they are absolutely clueless. Earth is his domain, where he holds all the power. (Or at least, all the knowledge, which some philosophies argue is the same.)

And while he is much more naive than his book counterpart in his belief that Heaven is good and Hell is bad, this also isn't as extreme as we sometimes make it out to be.

He knows what Sandalphon did during Sodom and Gomorrah. He knows what God did to people with the Flood. He knows what God did to Job. He was told - or is telling himself - it was just, and even that he already started to doubt. With Job, he knew it wasn't.

He hasn't, as I just read in an otherwise rather similar post, been drilled to believe that the Apocalypse is the end goal. He was taught it was inevitable. That it was Hell's end goal. That Heaven winning (what Hell would start) was inevitable - and just! And that was what made him believe that when he finds a way to make it not inevitable, the other angels would have no choice other than to support him, that God herself would want to support him, because they're supposed to be the good guys. And when he learns that that is not the case, he still immediately goes on to do it by himself. He isn't unsure, after he stepped into the circle, when the military angel tries to draft him for the war, or pondering what he should do. He spends the whole time trying to figure out how to get back to earth, and when he discovers a possibility, he doesn't even hesitate for a second.** And when he leaves Earth to take the job as the Supreme Archangel, he does so because he believes he can change it into what he still thinks it should be, knowing full well what it is.

Now I, personally, am not with the nihilistic / resigned Gen-Z crowd who seem to think that trying to change things is stupid, because only violent revolutions and total destruction of existing structures could achieve any real change, and that Aziraphale somehow has to apologise for believing otherwise and trying. (?) Maybe that's because as an elder millennial I can rest in the knowledge that I won't be around when our planet becomes uninhabitable, or maybe it's because I was actually alive to witness the collapse of the USSR, which, incidentally, was pretty much the same time at which Good Omens was written.

Which brings me to my next point.

I don't want to take anything away from fans who relate to Aziraphale because they themselves have experienced religious trauma. He is certainly a powerful metaphor for it. But Aziraphale the character does not experience religous trauma, because he doesn't experience religion.

The existence of God, of Angels, the creation of the world in 7 days, those are not beliefs for Aziraphale, they are simple facts. He has actually witnessed them, he has worked on some of them himself, he is an angel himself. He knows how everything works (or where it doesn't). He isn't a human who has free will and is supposed to have faith, who gets to interpret and re-interpret and guess at how it all works while forming self-important little groups around it and lay it down as law for anyone who wants to join (or remain). It's simply his job. (Well, job for life, and the whole reason for his own existence, but still his job.) God is literally just his boss. A largely absentee boss, but still his boss. He actually even talked to Her at least once.

For angels and demons, Heaven and Hell are not religions, but simple work environments (with certain accompanying ideologies). In the book, being 30 years older than the show, the two sides are quite open references to the two sides in the cold war, and Crowley and Aziraphale are likened to spies in the field. (Pretty much the only thing remaining from that in the show are the St. James Park Bench scenes.)

And I would like people to start remembering that. Aziraphale is not a traumatized little kid who tries to escape a religious cult. He is a Secret Agent who is walking the very dangerous line of collaborating with an Enemy Secret Agent, undermining both their nations and their ideologies at the same time. (Think John Le Carré characters rather than James Bond.) He is afraid of dangers that are very real, but that he has faced and flaunted during his whole career. He knows what he's doing. Which also means he knows what's at stake. And yeah, that is terrifying, naturally. (Again, John Le Carré writes those kind of spy stories brilliantly.)

But Aziraphale is the fucking Angel of the Eastern Gate. He was issued a flaming sword that he gave away against his orders because he believed it to be the right thing to do. Who befriended his demon enemy because he liked him, more than he ever liked anyone from his own side. And who is basically using the seven deadly sins as a to-do-list. That he has a sweet little face that lights up like a christmas tree when he's happy and in love, or that he still believes in the basic goodness and justice of the world, or that he tries to be kind or at least polite whenever he can, does not take anything away from that.

And for the 2nd Coming in season 3 he will be what Crowley was for Armageddon in season 1: The Inside Man.

**= Here I would also like to add that again, as much as I was disappointed for not getting the tv evangelist scene in the show, book!Aziraphale is still much less naive and more cynical about Heaven's goodness - even while show!Aziraphale's defiance of Heaven is much more outspoken and obvious, I can't actually imagine him delivering the whole "if that's your idea of a morally acceptable time" speech.

#good omens #aziraphale #az fell #azira fell #good omens aziraphale #aziraphale good omens #good omens book #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens thoughts #good omens season 3 #good omens season 1 #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #good omens show #good omens tv show

[fakemichaelsheen]

series three crowley introduces aziraphale to his rebound boyfriend played by michael sheen with a moustache

#crowley enjoying himself too much: aziraphale this is raphael / az trying not to scream: nice to meet you #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens #good omens 3

[grandwretch]

fully believe that if the party could discord chat, steve and eddie would have really dramatic fights in the group chat about idk steve flirting with jonathan (in the chat. nancy was there. they were joking) or something else stupid and then someone would ping robin and she would be like "they are curled up on the couch together with the straightest faces I've ever seen"

#shut up az #steddie #it would go like this #Jonathan would use the gc to ask Nancy if she was on her way to movie night and Steve would be like oh my god Jon are you cheating on me #bc they've all been told 500 times not to use the gc to date and Steve thinks this is funnier than reminding them #and Jonathan plays along like we were always casual Steve I don't know what you expected #Argyle takes Steve's side #so Jonathan pings Eddie like ayo your bf trying to hit??? #and Eddie is like [3 paragraphs in iambic pentameter about how heartbroken he is] #and Steve is like [emoji breakdown] #and Dustin is like @robin: update? and Robin is like Eddie is literally on Steve's chest and neither one of them have flinched #theyre not laughing either just typing furiously #the bit is not a laughing matter #idk why I've decided Steve is even more dedicated to the bit than Eddie #it just feels right

[arsenicflame]

🕯 prayer circle for an angry, wall shoving, stizzy kiss in s2 🕯

#it is everything i want #nyxtalks #ofmd #you know that scene in go s1 where crowley shoves az against a wall? that but with more kissing #i need it to be angry!!!!! desperate!!!!!! izzy is pushed to a limit and he just has to kiss him to shut him up #or the other way around #the wonderful thing about stizzy is that both of them could angry kiss the other <3 #stizzy #gentlehands #but very much not that. no gentleness here

[utterlyazriel]

azriel with a mate who’s messy enough they always manage to have something scruffy with their clothing— a collar untucked, a tag poking out, a belt twisted around at the back.

azriel always adores how they never seem to notice. he adores even more the chance to get closer to his love, always silently and politely tucking in tags or smoothing out wrinkles without being asked to — loving how his mate jumps in surprise at his touch but it soothes away into affection in half a moment when they realise who it is <3

#😭 he’s such a softy i swear to god #imagine like doing a beautiful dress reveal and he’s speechless #and as you leave the room to meet the others - he drags you back around the waist for just a moment #‘az? what- woah! i know i look good but keep those hands—‘ and he’s smirking as he pulls back and smooths over the fabric #‘you had a tag sticking out angel’ #az is the type that wants to touch his mate as much as he can :’) #i had this thought and i was like it’s sooo very in character but i doubt i will write a fic for it so <3 have this #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger x reader

[astrum99]

Somewhat of a sequel to this post

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V2’s codes and syntax slot into V1’s seamlessly – not like a key, but like bodies of water. Rain runs into stream; river flows into ocean. Fragments of a ‘self’ and remnants of the ‘thoughts’ echo against each other within the mismatched arms. Complete? Almost complete? It is not certain, but it knows that she grows.

V1 finds itself flexing its digits sometimes, in the quiet, settled hours between periods of slaughter. It soaks in crimson, rolls its shoulder, stretches its back backward to hear the mechanical joints pop like bones. Not exactly machine-like. Not exactly its habit. So, the sassy little head tilts to tease its opponents must be hers then. The same as the mocking waggle of its digits. The same as that quick bow in the stance of a ballet dancer, third position, a leg tucked behind the other in elegance before stillness transforms into ruthless violence unleashed upon the masses. The stage is theirs, the curtain rises, and they dance as one.

V2 is louder now. Her voice grows clearer. V1 is uncertain if the second arm it picked up aided this image of her in her recovery, or if its perfect compatibility did. It’s not even sure if this version of ‘her’ is V2.

Is the new growth from a tree stump the same as the tree?

Even if it is, V1 is unable to determine the paper-thin boundary between itself and her. These human-like actions inherited from V2 feel natural, so it must have changed from the version that first descended into hell. Did she transform it then? Or did it consume her?

Or, a mutual surrender?

Lean forward until shadows fall into one. Until they overlap into the same three-dimensional space within the universe. Until the waves lap lazily against driftwood, wholly synchronized into the same beat, the same wavelength of being. Sharing body parts and motherboards until it is no longer it, and she is no longer her.

Is this it? Something entirely different, new?

Is it her? Is she it?

When they peer into a shattered mirror, they cannot tell the colour of its frame; they cannot read the text engraved upon their heart.

Carvings of wood breathe still.

Not dead. Not alive.

But altered. Complete.

#im giving them a whole identity crisis <3 #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #v4v #<- kind of? they merged.... #az thoughts #me interviewing them with a microphone: so like. whats up? whats your identity?? #v12: who cares. wheres blood.

[lpsotd]

quinn i am BEGGING you PLEASE do the koala from the blooming bouquet for my birthday (october second) anyways if you don't do it i will still love you forever /p but i will also be heartbroken and never forgive you /j

todays littlest pet shop of the day is ... the 'blooming bouqette' no# koala !! for you, my friend - happy birthday <3

#i am scheduling this from the 9th of september. hello everyone in october :o) #and hiii az <3 #[ requested ] #lps #littlest pet shop #kidcore #toycore #y2k #2000s #toys #early 2000s #2000s toys