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Caleb is 63 when he starts to forget. As hairline cracks form in his mind he realizes that perhaps the scars have taken their toll, and he has less time left than he expected. Essek feels him drifting away, but they know they must both face the fact that all things end. By the time it does, Caleb does not remember his own name.
Seventeen years later, a curious soul wakes up from a dream that they were once a wizard. As the shattered pieces of Caleb Widogast come back together once more he decides to seek out his past and find his favorite Dynasty heretic, all while recovering the things which made him who he was in his past life—his friends.
A story of how a keen mind breaks apart, and how it comes back together. A story of things lost—and found.
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After a series of tragic but very entertaining deaths claim nine souls across Exandria, a fresh set of faces are welcomed to The Good Plane. They are greeted by an enigmatic but clearly well-meaning figure who calls himself The Traveler, and are promised that they’re about to begin the ideal afterlife.
Caleb Widogast is one of the newly deceased and he’s absolutely certain that there has been a grievous error. There’s no way he deserves any of this — not the ideal wizard’s tower with a magic library, not the endless supply of paper, and not his brilliant, startlingly hot soulmate Essek Thelyss, who has clearly actually done everything right and has absolutely nothing on his conscience.
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"It’s a beautiful day at the Soltryce Academy—the sky is vibrant and the trees rustle with the gentlest of winds as Caleb begins his impromptu Transmutation lecture outside. From the building on the edge of the grounds he hears a muffled bell tolling for fifth period. Somewhere in the distance, a student begins to whistle.
At that moment, Caleb feels at peace.
At that moment, a Purple Worm bursts forth from the soil directly in front of him, and all of his plans for a pleasant afternoon are promptly dashed."
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Caleb and Essek have finally settled down - more or less. While the beloved and somewhat eccentric Professor Widogast is busy inciting small student-scale riots and teaching tiny wizards morals, Essek spends his days lounging around the house, drinking wine and experimenting with the exotic concept of 'cooking his own meals'. They are pretty sure life is great - until two pre-teen assassins crash-land into the middle of the Soltryce Academy and demand the former Shadowhand be surrendered to their custody. What are the two internationally in/famous mages to do? The answer will shock absolutely no one. -
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The Shadowhand has taken a liking to a human.
That’s what the gossip at Vurmas Outpost says, anyway. Entertainment is hard to find when opening a window is a safety hazard and ‘seeing some fresh faces’ is only possible in the context of unearthing yet another adventuring party that has recently perished while trying to brave the Eiselcross wilds without a guide. Endless white mountainscapes dull the mind, fray it thin, and turn it to the only possible alternative source of discovery inside bleak walls—interpersonal drama.
Caleb Widogast has a charm about him, some would agree. What is most curious, however, is the fact that this charm seems to work on Essek of Den Thelyss. This is nigh on incomprehensible, even when the evidence is right there before their very eyes. -
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After their climb up an anti-magic tower and their endless teasing, the wizards decide to take a long rest in the stairwell. Essek endeavours to make this a peaceful night. The issue is that he is in Aeor, trying to trance on a staircase, with Caleb peacefully snoring right by his knee, and he is as hard as his Graviturgy final assignment in year 12 with no relief in sight. Before the night is up, he may or may not succumb to some questionable urges - and a certain companion might be more than amiable where aid is concerned.
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- Part 2 of Enrichment for Wizards
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In the ruins of Aeor, two wizards find a new source of enrichment for their enclosure - a mysterious object which reminds them of a peculiar 12-sided artifact. As they develop the art of flirting exclusively through 'as-per-my-last-email' worthy arguments from across the dinner table, a challenge presents itself. What follows is a nine-tier Rube Goldberg machine of bad decisions, architectured by Caleb's very own inability to know when to quit.
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- Part 3 of Enrichment for Wizards
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It’s... the stupidest thing.
Essek grits his teeth. It’s a trained habit - a way to redirect some of the pain without showing any symptoms. A Shadowhand never shows his hand, and it is this he excels at - a poker face, a well-concealed illusion of poise and grandeur and tolerance.
But today, he is unlucky.
Because there is little that escapes the keen mind of Widogast - and here he has quite the disadvantage.
It is, quite literally, his least favored terrain.
Stairs.
---When keeping mages in an enclosed terrarium, please keep in mind the following: They need lots of places to hide and explore. Provide enrichment opportunities for them to keep them from getting bored - plenty of books, hidden treasures, and secret chambers. And if you're feeling bold, think about including an Anti-Magic staircase just to challenge them. See what they do with it.
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- Part 1 of Enrichment for Wizards
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Crowley had asked to feel used, full, and completely helpless. She’d confessed – not without the help of some liquid courage – that, secretly, she’d always liked it when Aziraphale took charge. There was something infuriating but also fascinating about Aziraphale telling her exactly what to do, about that holier-than-thou attitude of hers, that reprimand with no bite, trying hard to make Crowley feel like a little sinner that needed to be shown the light.
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Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
15 Sep 2020
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Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else.
So yes, maybe he has a bit of a secret. An outlet for his less... appropriate urges. And yes, if his typical readership got word of the sort of paragraphs he could put out on a particularly inspired night, they might suffer some form of heart attack typical for their age.
But all of that is well hidden, and there is absolutely no way anyone would ever find out about his Arrangement with A.J. Crowley - the most debaucherous romantic fiction author of the decade.
That is... until they have to pretend to be married to each other. -
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Since their arrival in Japan, it's only taken Wilde a few days to find trouble - and who else to come to his rescue but the ever-reluctant dwarf? Unfortunately (for them, but fortunately for you, dear reader) it will take some quick thinking, extravagant lying, and collaborative pretending-to-be-exes to get out of this particular mess.
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Snake Snuggling, also known as *Snuggling*-- wait. No, that's. Not as funny as I thought it would be....
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What will it feel like?” asks Aziraphale. He knows he’s doing things out of order - agree first, ask questions later. “I mean, I find you tempting enough as is, but this isn’t like a Temptation, is it?”
“No,” agrees Crowley. He unfurls his hand and his nails grow, sharpen into claws. The change is not forced, but instead a release, the untying of a knot, the undoing of a clasp holding back pressure. He glances at Aziraphale, and the shadow of his wing falls over his eyes for a moment, setting them aglow in a starker gold. “I won’t be Tempting you. This is just succumbing. Indulgence. You’re already quite familiar with it, Angel. It’ll be like falling into a pool. It’ll feel like you’re drowning, and you’ll still want to put your head down and drive deeper.” -
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“You want me to WHAT?” Crowley had asked. Yelped. Squeaked. Whichever way you choose to describe it, the noise that escaped his throat at 9:08am the previous morning was without a doubt full of a lot of doubt.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” Aziraphale had said, not even bothering to slow down in order to navigate the conversation. Like Crowley had learned the ins and outs of London in order to be able to violate its streets at his own (breakneck) pace, Aziraphale had gotten quite comfortable at careening his way through their discussions in a similar manner. The only difference was the lack of miracles it took to keep everyone involved alive and unharmed (Of course, Crowley would vehemently argue this point if interviewed on his own opinion, given the amount of times he’d been very close to discorporating from Aziraphale’s lack of Fucks To Give post-Apocalypse.
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They Don't Talk About It by Chekhov
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
15 Nov 2019
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Sometimes, the things which are left unsaid are so much louder than the words between quiet pauses. A thing which has been omitted purposefully from a conversation is a hidden crevice full of meaning, a cave pregnant with something that will roll aside the stone of silence and emerge later (three days, traditionally). The hesitation of the lips is a trail of breadcrumbs left for the other person to follow.
They both know what is between the lines.
They had known it for some time. They might have argued specifically what that time was - had they ever had a chance to discuss it.
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After Crowley's uncouth suggestion at the Arrangement in Wessex, Crowley and Aziraphale's potential cooperation is still up in the air. Then, just as the angel is starting to relax, he is abruptly summoned to inspect a demon 'caught' in a demon trap. This is definitely an accident, by all accounts. Crowley definitely did not set this up. And he, Aziraphale, is most certainly very miffed about it and not secretly pleased to see the Serpent of Eden at all. And what if he has to pretend to 'interrogate' this demon for a few days to keep up appearances? They can at least catch up over some wine. What could go wrong?
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The Big, Long, Flaming ____________ by Chekhov
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
15 Jul 2019
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“Of course, if this doesn’t pan out, there’s always the other option,” the secretary added, almost as an afterthought.
Aziraphale really should have nodded and left it at that. That would have been the wise decision, he would later consent, but unfortunately he was not one prone to wise decisions when his head was full Anthony J. Crowley.
So, obviously, he turned around and gave the angel a polite and airy smile. “The other option?”
The secretary rolled their shoulders in what was supposed to be, Aziraphale thought, a suggestive shrug. “Oh, you know. The traditional way. The more… direct approach, as it were.”
The polite and airy smile had still not left Aziraphale’s expression, but it did grow more airy. “Direct approach…?” he asked, feigning interest out of habit.
“You need to just… get in the demon’s face and just give him the old… UMPH!” With a heavy grunt, the entity behind the desk gesticulated shoving something forward. “Take what the Almighty gave you and just—just THRUST it right in there! You know what I mean?”
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War is upon them again, and Connie is right - desperate times call for desperate measures. To prepare for the inevitable faceoff, Pearl and Jasper head back to Homeworld undercover to gather information and recruit backup. Their hearts are uncertain, but if there's one thing these two war veterans know, it's how to survive in unlikely circumstances. The question is... can they survive living with each other?
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“Do you want to have sex?” was a question Remus met with a particularly unimpressed stare and the flip of his book’s page.
“I don’t quite think our styles will match,” he said.
“Rem, come on,” Sirius had whined. “This isn’t Hufflepuff versus Slytherin.I’ll go slow, be gentle.”
He had no idea why he was so lucky, but that night Remus had for some reason decided to be truthful with him and deadpanned, quite to Sirius’ astonishment: “Yes, that is precisely the problem.”
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Peter finds it extremely amusing that Remus' werewolf form likes Sirius so much. Likes Sirius enough, in fact, to groom him, and act rather... affectionately at times. Sirius, however, is of a different opinion altogether and Remus is not even partially aware of what might be going on during springtime. James? James just kicks back to watch. Or not watch, depending on which part it is. Mostly, he just wishes the two sexually frustrated canines on his team would figure something out instead of walking circles around each other. Marauders Era.
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Nuts and Bolts - But Mostly Nuts by Chekhov
Fandoms: Marvel Avengers Movies Universe, The Avengers (2012), Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
12 Dec 2012
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There are no heroes in this world - only Tony Stark, and his money, and his brains, and his robots... And he's made quite the progress: In a few weeks, his first line of home-access humanoid androids is going to go up on the market for the world to enjoy!
But Tony has something else captivating his attention - an old model of the very first antique robot he'd discovered in the old freezer tank of his father's basement. This robot is something else, something different. It insists that it's name is Steve Rogers... and Steve seems to be keeping quite a few secrets from the genius who pulled him out of an ice-cube.