MOTHER EARTH !

indie good omens oc written by cass. god's little green thumb. c e l i a. open and accepting. mun & muse 18+. multiverse, multifandom.

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𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 !

❛  what do you think you’re doing ?  ❜ ❛  you’re going to get yourself killed !  ❜ ❛  i think … i think i might be pregnant . ❜ ❛  what’s another day , right ?  ❜ ❛  i guess i’ll just clean up your mess again huh ?  ❜ ❛ why is it so hard to believe that i could love you ?  ❜ ❛  why would you ever love me ?  ❜ ❛  what are you so afraid of anyway ? ❜ ❛  no please , don’t go ! ❜ ❛  i need your help  ❜ ❛  they’re saying you killed someone …  ❜ ❛  come on , we have to leave now ! ❜ ❛  i’ve been hiding out for so long ❜ ❛  how did you find me ? ❜ ❛  please don’t cry … ❜ ❛  i’m sorry , i’m just so tired  ❜ ❛  where do we go from here ?  ❜ ❛  you’re all i’ve been looking for ❜ ❛  can you stay with me tonight ? ❜ ❛  here , do you want some wine ? ❜         ❛   will you dance with me? ❜ ❛   what if we got married right now ?  ❜ ❛  it’s not like that , i swear !   ❜ ❛   i think there’s something in the house  ❜  ❛   sometimes i feel like i can’t trust anyone  ❜                                  

[etherlia]

                 BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED !

[etherlia]

someone should totally ship with me. it would be ?? so fun ??? 

[etherlia]

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cont. with @etherlia !!

      “ Nuhhh! ” There, ah … there’ve probably been fiercer protests uttered by demons throughout the ages, creatures of rebellion and discord that they are. But it’s entirely possible, if not to say likely, that Crowley’s had two or three too many. Two or three wine crates, that is. Excellent stuff – full-flavoured, floral in the aftertaste, pleasant on the palate … not to speak of the wine. ALMOST better than the boxes it came in. Turns the room into a right maelstrom, though, a swirl of eye-pinching light that makes him unexpectedly grateful for the armchair that rises up beneath his backside like the world’s plushiest arse-embrace. The demon sinks into it with an off-pitch hiccup, woozily raising the half-emptied bottle against his lips for another greedy swig. 

       ( Water. The old beast. )  ‘Course, he could just turn it back —— but when the inventor of grapes tells you not to slurp up their fermented blood, you’d be a Behemoth-sized idiot to argue. 

      “ Uh, yeah, right, ‘s a  G R E A T  trick, really t’rrific. Puts a mean spin on ye olde Cana miracle. Now, if y’ could magic thin air into those friendsss you mentioned, that’d be a true jawdropper - !! ” 

[etherlia]

          celia tries her best to covet a smile to his drunken childish protest, knowing full well he was just a bit sad at the moment. if he were mortal he might be DEAD from the alcohol poisoning. 

            delicate hands gently take the bottle away from him and rest it on a side table, giving a gentle sigh. oh, crowley. the unfairity of his damnation still haunted her to this day. “ now, now. “  celia attempted to soothe him, the five foot angel patting his shoulders and cupping his face before letting go. 

           clearing her throat, she took a seat on the arm of the chair he was in, holding herself by the top of it, watching him closely. “ I don’t think I have to. “ she blinked, looking all around. “ you’ve got a friend right here. beside you. “ pointing at herself and giving a beaming smile. 

               “ I’ve always thought of you as my friend. surely you knew that. “ she pressed, lowering her gaze. unless he assumed they WEREN’T. they had built nebulas together. so many things. never once did she judge him. 

           palm landed on top of his own bony fingers, brows knitting together. “ what’s wrong, crowly ? why are you so sad? “

[etherlia]

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      she’s in TEARS. her flower shop destroyed. glass window shattered, potted plants broken all over the floor and the angel herself with bullet holes in her shoulder and sides. she laid behind the counter and sobbed, blood pooling while she covered her face in hysterics.

    celia could feel him there. his footsteps stepping on shattered glass. her tears weren’t for her fear or for her shop. they were for her disappointment and heartbreak in the humans who had done it.

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[etherlia]

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Obscure Feelings drabble prompt meme

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Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

[etherlia]

❝ I don’t have a drinking problem. I just like drinking. ❞ ( mhmm. )

      “ no, of course not. “ she chuckled, hands folded over one another. the bottle of alcohol suddenly turned into water with a wink of her eye, celia stepping closer. “ crowley--I do think there are other ways of coping with whatever pains you, though. “ gently guiding an armchair behind him to make him sit. “ for INSTANCE...you could talk to a FRIEND. “

[etherlia]

❝ God loves us. I know it. He’s just got a funny way of showing it sometimes. ❞ if you're still accepting these !

“ why yes..of course. “ celia nods, clearing her throat. “ I just think maybe--gabriel--”

“ do you think god can make mistakes? “

[etherlia]

[etherlia]

❝ are you looking at something? ❞ / via seven psycopaths starters !

          the angel stops dead in her tracks, a small gasp escaping her while she thought about running away. of course he’d notice her. demons and angels can sense each other. but the fact that he was so KEEN to pick her out from a crowd of people upon this PAVEMENT…. 

         celia clears her throat, folding her hands and looking all around. “ oh–um–no, no. I um–” giving a cough like she was SICK. 

        the truth of the matte was–she’d been following him. she remembered this former angel from so long ago. it was FASCINATING to see him on the surface. perhaps the stalking was a bit weird, though?

[etherlia]

" don't ever say i never do anything for you. "

          she stands there, shoulders relaxed and a thoughtful smile plastered to her face with a glistening stare up at the much taller demon. 

                     In the dead of night on this snowy evening. he’d stopped some ruthless thugs from breaking in and destroying her precious plant business. feet crunched on the icy sidewalk while she stepped forward, arms suddenly squeezing around him with a head against his chest, knowing she’d have to be quick about this. “ thank you.”  

“ SO much. “

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