An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ironhide/Ratchet (Transformers)
Characters: Ratchet (Transformers), Ironhide (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Jazz (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Kup (Transformers)
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Disagreements, Soldiers vs Healers
Series: Part 3 of Random IronRatch Oneshots
Summary:
Ratchet wanted them to uphold their morals. Ironhide just wanted to stop losing soldiers.
My Roman Empire is that most of the Volturi member’s names in twilight wouldn’t be their actual given names.
◽️Aro: Akrodamos, Aristandros or Arandros.
After some googling, Aristandros seems the most plausible? Meaning “Best man” or “Excellent Man”.
Aro’s era was Mycenaean Greece. Their script was Linear B, this offered the first written records of the Greek language and from what I’ve read Aro would be a shorten version of Aristandros.
◽️Caius: Kassondros, Gaius
So Caius is actually a Latin name (Gaius), it wouldn’t have existed in 1300 BC and certainly not in Mycenaean Greece. Caius probably would have changed his name. After some more googling, the authentic Mycenaean Greek name that could have at least evolved or be changed into Caius would be Kassandros.
◽️Marcus: Areimenes, Makhawon.
Again Marcus is from Latin origin 😭 If we take the Roman god of war, Mars, the equivalent in 1300bc Greece would be Ares. Following that, it could have been Areimenes. However if you want the same “Ma” sound then Makhawon is more fitting, derived from the word makhe meaning “battle”.
◽️Jane: Iohanna, Jehanne.
The name Jane didn’t exist until centuries after 800AD (when she was born). She was born to an Anglo-Saxon woman and Frankish soilder father. Iohanna would be rare in Anglo-Saxon England, but her father being Frankish could bring in some Latin names. This name would have evolved into Jane. Jehanne is the older French form of Iohannes. The name would have still been uncommon but with Frankish influence could be plausible? Only issue is most Jehannes are documented way later than 800 AD.
◽️Alec: Alexander/Alric.
OK HEAR ME OUT!! Alexander would have been rare for English commoners but with his father being a Frankish soilder, a more Roman sounding name like Alexander would have fit. Frankish empire obsessed with Roman heritage so it could have fit? But a more Saxon name would have been Alric, more acceptable for locality. Personally I like both, I suppose Alric would fit better historically.
Disclaimer❕I am in no way, shape or form a history expert, I just enjoy learning about history as a pastime, therefore created my following thoughts and analysis on the Volturi coven from twilight❕
Yes, he can read your mind so thoroughly you will not distinguish him from yourself. Yes, he can see your deepest thoughts, most personal memories and experience your life as if he himself has lived it. Yes, to be known like this is uncomfortable,
But it is not terrifying.
If his powers ended at "witnessing", he'd be no more useful than a skilled spy. If there was no danger, every vampire who had lost their memories after turning would be queuing at his door for a moment of his time. To enter their minds and open the locked doors for them would be no more than a short inconvenience, and a king who values their people would readily devote a few minutes of his evenings to the duty.
But there are no vampires at his door.
And everyone with half a brain that finds themselves at the palace keeps their eyes to the floor, their words measured and pray the king takes no interest in them.
Because they know. They know, because they have seen.
There used to be a coven with a leader so unruly, so unpredictable, and so influential that the Volturi knew not how to address. A threat that was growing by the day, but one they could not execute without an uprising. And so the coven got an invite to the palace, a promised calm conversation, a modest feast and perhaps a treaty.
The coven came, highly suspicious, armed and prepared to refuse every deal the Volturi offered.
But the Volturi did not have to offer anything other than a handshake.
The leader, prepared as ever but lacking in intel, reached forward to Aro's extended hand. There was nothing Aro could see in their mind that was an esteemed secret.
And Aro shook his hand, no less and no more than perfectly timed, and when he let go the leader was no more.
In his briefest exploration of the foreign mind he locked every door on every path he ran along on. He shut every window, drew very curtain, blew out each candle, and exited gracefully with none the wiser that their beloved leader had been entirely unmade.
So complete was his erasure that the Volturi did not need to execute a single vampire in that coven. They let them drink and feast as promised, and made them sign no treaty. But without a head, the snake can't but wither. Everyone who tried telling the leader who they used to be, what they were striving for and what has been done to them failed. In the place of the fiery rebel was now and forever a calm and rather hopeful vampire. Rootless and adrift and most importantly harmless. They lived for a long time. Joined another coven who had heard their past name, but did not know their face, who took them in as if they were merely a newborn robbed. They even promised their new member that one of the Volturi kings could help them remember.
Every coven who had considered joining in that rebel's efforts fell quiet. Followed the new laws obediently. Did not create problems. Did not present themselves as a threat.
And there was peace.
I love when Destruction speaks of the Endless shaping the opposite of their function, aka Death - Life/ Dream - Reality. Their duel nature that, possibly with the exception of Death and Destruction...They're all still remarkably un-self aware about. I honestly think the key to them being happy, well rounded anthropomorphic personifications is the acceptance of their opposing role. But that's a headcannon for another day.
When it's discussed, Desire always gets hatred as their opposing function... And it's just never sat right with me. I get it, the opposite of to Desire something can be distaste, unwanted vereses want. Thus hatred of a thing. But... Hatred is more then that, it's deeper than to not want. It's the all encompassing opposite of to Love. So either Desire does have dominion over all areas of the heart and is both Love and Desire....
"Love is stronger then desire."
But Desire shook their head. "They are the same thing."
The Sandman Book of Dreams
"For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel."
The Sandman Vol. 2: The Doll's House
But I don't think that's it. I think the answer may lay with Despair. The Twins are connected, one being split into two. Despair feeds Desire, Desire feeds Despair. Their functions intertwine in an inseparable way. The same should be true then of their reverse nature's. Hatred and Hope... Nice repeating Hs but there's no natural flow. I'd argue Desire's opposite is the lack of want, fulfillment. Essentially, to be at peace with what you have.
In Buddhist teachings by achieving a mental state where you can detach from all the passions, needs and wants of life, you free yourself and achieve a state of transcendent bliss and well-being. Aka... You shift from Desire, to Peace.
Now Hope and Peace, they go hand in hand. A natural flow from one to the other. With Hope comes Peace, with Peace comes Hope. They could be one golden, glowing, angelic being split down the middle.
So they're you have it, the Endless Twins...
Despair - Hope
Desire - Peace
Ps: I love the fandoms creation of Hope!Hob. But god do I love so much more the notion that Despair not only has the capacity within her to be Hope, but could one day reach a point where she could embody Hope of the Endless too.
“Three things will last forever--faith, hope, and love. ”
"The three virtues (faith, hope, and love) represent the finest qualities of humanity. Through which, man can share in the nature of the divine. These three virtues allow true believers to merit eternal life."
Having another play with the virtures headcanon beacuse it keeps niggling away at the pack of my brain.
The show gives us two human characters who beautifully encompass Hope and Love...And strangely enough mirror their Endless partners beautifully. Obviously Hob is Hope to his core, so we have Dream and Hope. And throughout her entire arc Unity represents Love. Romantic love for Desire, maternal/familial love for her grandchildren. All perpetual and true. Thus Desire and Love.
But who would be the final pair of Faith and (....) be? My thoughts were Death/Johanna Constantine... Based on, 'Death is the ultimate test of Faith'. And boy does that lass face death. But I'm not 100%... 🤔
A Codywan and How to Train Your Dragon crossover that turned into a the Mandalorians factions are dragons AU, because I can never just do something simple and for the heck of it.
If you’re not interested the AU lore, leave now or suffer my rambling lol.
Basically, the idea is that Mandalorians started as a race that could shift into dragons. The Mand’alor line and those of most influence were notably ‘Fury’s (for example Mand’alor Tarre Viszla was a Nightfury and so is his generational line). But over time most Mandolorians who could shift were killed off or just lost the ability as more non-shifter Mandolorians married in. Eventually only a few of the Fury’s were around, and when Mandalore split most chose factions lead by the remaining Fury lines. AKA: the New Mandalorians/Lightfury’s, the Haat Mando'ade or True Mandalorians/Duskfury’s, and the Kyr’tsad or Death Watch/Nightfury’s.
Basically this also helps explain (in my head) why Mandalorians would follow Death Watch (terrorists) or the New Mandalorians (Intense Pacifist). It’s because they see those lines that can still shift as chosen leaders or a physical embodiment of the Ka’ra’s will.
How is Obi-Wan a shifter though? Well in this AU he’s the son of Tor Viszla. Long story short, early on when Obi-Wan was born he displayed being force sensitive, and Obi-WAN’s mom (Tor’s wife??? Idk it’s not important to the story) basically went ‘Aw hell naw’ and tried to drown Obi-Wan. Only to be stopped by a traveling Jedi who stole Obi-Wan and saved him. Totally unaware that this baby was Mandalorian, the son one of the biggest Mandalorian factions, AND also one of the last few existing Mandalorian dragon shifters. (Also Obi-Wan’s mom doesn’t want to admit that she lost Obi-Wan to a Jedi and just tells Tor that he was force sensitive and she succeeded in drowning him).
Maybe I’ll get into it later but basically Obi-Wan grows up as normal in the Temple, but obviously at some point he shifts and has the biggest panic of his life. But with help from friends (Quinlan, Garen, Siri, and Bant) he figures out shifting (enough to control it) and helps keep it a secret (Mandalorians and Jedi still don’t have best relations and Obi-Wan is paranoid about being kicked out of the Order anyways *cough cough Brandomeer cough cough Melinda/Daan*). To be clear, Obi-Wan isn’t like ashamed of what he is. He just doesn’t want the judgments of coming from CLEAR Mandalorian roots, and Death Watch at that. Plus he kinda just decides to not think about how he’s pretty much definitely related to well known terrorist Tar and Pre Viszla, because then he doesn’t have to address it. Besides he’s happy as a Jedi.
Anyways, NOW CODY-
So without getting to detailed (mission failed lol) all the clones ARE shifters (Duskfury’s just like Jango Fett), but they have it suppressed by the Kaminoans (probably part of their chips? I haven’t thought it fully out yet). BUT THINGS HAPPEN, probably Cody and Obi-Wan get stranded alone somewhere for a long time and Cody gets his chipped fucked up somehow, and now he’s shifting into a dragon???? And scaring the shit out of both him and Obi-Wan. But Obi-Wan exposes himself as a dragon shifter as well to comfort Cody and show that he will keep his secret. Plus he clearly understands him. (At this point they both are under the impression the clones aren’t shifters, and think Cody is just an outlier and “late bloomer” so to speak). Cue them learning how to be dragons together and be comfortable in their other form.
And eventually they get rescued and find out somehow all the clones are shifters, and therefore find the chips and discover Palpatine’s plan, SO THE GALAXY IS SAVED!
(Additionally the clones get rights and go to form their own society/group (Obi-Wan comes with to be with other dragons, but mostly to be with Cody), and they form an alliance with the New Mandalorians and accidentally unit Mandalore purely by the three Fury types (Nightfury/Obi-Wan, Duskfury/Cody, Lightfury/Satine) being around each other lol.
Cadet Rex talking to bullies: you see those guys over there?
*a command batch that looks absolutely pissed, Wolffe is outright growling at them, Cody is making silent threats at them, Fox has the neutral face of barely controlled anger on and Bly and Ponds are polishing weapons for absolutely no reason at all*
Cadet Rex: those are my ori'vode and they can beat you up for me if I don't feel like doing it myself
Hiya, could you pretty pretty please do a 12. and 33. prompt for the ineffable husbands? I keep thinking of Bentley just locking them in and not letting them out until they talk cupboard trope style 😔
Yessssss :D
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"Now you listen to me Crowley, you are going to tell your car—"
"Our car."
Aziraphale stops. Blinks. Gives up on fighting with the door handle.
"What did you say?" he asks.
"It's our car," Crowley repeats, more of a mumble this time, looking away from Aziraphale. A raindrop runs down the window, and he follows it with his eyes until it pools at the bottom, joining the great conference of former raindrops gathering there. They're in for a night of it, by the looks of the sky. "You said that. You made that true. So you're as much at fault as I am for it locking us in."
"I don't see how this is my fault. You kidnapped—"
"Kidnapped? I rescued you. That's. That's what I do. That's what the almighty made me for, I think," he huffs, still not looking at Aziraphale.
One rescue does not a rift mend. He's owed an apology. And even though everything's gone to heaven, like he predicted, he still hasn't gotten one.
He'd take a lot less. He doesn't need to hear that he was right. He needs to hear that Aziraphale's sticking with him this time.
The Bentley is, at least temporarily, seeing to that. Crowley gives the steering wheel a gentle pat. He genuinely has nothing to do with the doors being locked and apparently immune to miracles or temptation, but he thinks it's trying to help.
If nothing else, the constant itch of not being able to reach out and touch Aziraphale, if he wanted, has vanished for a bit. The ache of missing him has eased back just a fraction. It's a good car. A good, loyal car.
"You're cold," he says, shrugging out of his jacket without even having to look at Aziraphale. It's cold out tonight, in the middle of bloody nowhere, and he gets cold easily. Crowley doesn't want him to be cold.
"You'll be cold," Aziraphale says as Crowley shoves his body-warmed jacket at him.
"Demon," he says. "Don't get cold."
Theoretically, an angel ought not to get cold either. Thing is. Aziraphale's never actually been a very good angel. Not that Crowley would ever tell him that to his face.
Besides, he's his angel. He's allowed to be not very good.
"Thank you," Aziraphale says, taking the jacket and spreading it over himself like a blanket.
Silence, except for the pit-pat of rain against the car, falls. And Aziraphale's breathing. Crowley's missed the way he breathes.
He literally twiddles his thumbs in his lap, trying to think of something to say or do.
"Things are a bit of a mess," Aziraphale says after what might have been several eternities. Crowley's lost count.
He opens his mouth to say something—something comforting, like that it's not all that bad, or that they'll figure it out, they're a team, they always figure it out.
And then Aziraphale continues, "and you tried to warn me."
His voice sounds so small that Crowley, naturally, like he always does, deflates like a sat-on whoopee cushion. Because the thing about Aziraphale is that he always really is trying to do the right thing. Because he still believes there's one true Right Thing to do. Because he's precious and wonderful and optimistic and good. Not a good angel. But a good person.
"Did you ever wonder why I might try to do that?" Crowley asks.
He's not sure he wants an answer. Either one's going to hurt.
Aziraphale falls silent again, which is probably for the best. The way the moonlight's hitting the window now, Crowley can see him reflected in it. Still the same Aziraphale. Heaven hasn't really changed him.
"Do you really think God created you to look out for me?"
Crowley sighs. "I don't know. Plan's, y'know, ineffable."
"Well it would explain why you keep doing it," Aziraphale says. "If it's all in the plan."
"Right," Crowley draws in on himself. Not getting through right now, then. "No other possible explanation for it, really."
"Well. There is one other possible explanation," Aziraphale offers hesitantly.
"Oh?" Crowley asks.
"Well... you might. I suppose. Be fond of me?"
Crowley glances over at him. Sighs. Okay, well. He's come to that conclusion, then. It's only taken a little over six thousand years. Practically no time at all.
He takes his sunglasses off. Stares out of the windscreen. Wonders if he can actually be discorporated by way of stomach knots. Gnaws on his lip.
And then gets very, very brave. "I might be," Crowley says, forcing himself to look Aziraphale in the eye. "I might even be in love with you."
Aziraphale swallows. He looks like he might either be sick or pass out from what Crowley realises at the last second isn't disgust.
It's nerves.
"You might," he says, looking away as he fiddles with Crowley's jacket. "And. And if you were. That would be very convenient for me. Because I... I think I've been in love with you for a very long time."
Crowley means to say something to that, but the nice satisfying thunk of the Bentley unlocking beats him to it.
"Well," Crowley says, running his tongue over his teeth. "That's probably enough to save the world, then. Shall we?"
Aziraphale lights up, bright and beautiful and good as always. "I think we really must."
Why I headcanon Aziraphale as being good at sword fighting:
1) He holds the flaming sword correctly, with the dominant hand at the top, making sure not to “choke the thumb” in the grip (I’m using a gladius sword as reference here).
Image credit: AZTimT on BladeForums.
2) He seems perfectly comfortable holding it, despite it being on fire. He’s just walking around with it.
3) In the book, we have this line:
He’s referring to lighting the sword on fire, be he could also be referring to the knowledge of how to use the sword.
4) Unlike War, Aziraphale does not do fancy tricks while holding the sword. There’s a certain level of discipline and respect he gives it. He sees it as a weapon, not a toy.
This is the most dramatic movement he does with it. Also, notice his stance: He places his feet shoulder-length apart. In a fighting stance.
Aziraphale doesn’t want to use a sword. He doesn’t want to fight in a war. But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know how to use a sword. How to hold it. How to stand while holding it. And the respect a weapon should be given.
