#save naomi

[afaimscorner]

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[notturnofelsineo]

After my graphics went up on the Savenaomi blog, i received a bunch of interesting replies:

 a-sanguine-heart reblogged this from tsundeanre and added:

do we actually know if ms. tran is dead? i want proof!

We do, unfortunately. Kevin says she is dead, in the last episode, she lists her as "a dead mom" in the casualties he had to suffer. It is true that he assumes she is dead, like we do: because Crowley said she is. We never see the body, nor any proof of her death, so it is possible for the writers to bring her back in the next season. Osric Chau also said, on twitter, that she is dead, but we know how little the actors actually know about the characters future. Amanda Tapping doesn't know if Naomi is dead, same for Kim Rhodes and Jody, so we can assume they are together in a limbo until next season is written.

Having Linda Tran killed off scene has bothered me a lot. The character was promising and full of possibilities, she had been introduced to the story in an effective way, she wasn't "Kevin's mum" anymore, not just that, like in season 7. She was the woman with a secret in her past, a secret that had something to do with Kevin's father, a secret that Crowley knew. She was the one who was not at her first tattoo and who didn't even blink when the needle was on her, she was the one who took the initiative, hired a witch, organized a system to fight demons (faulty, and to hire Delta was not a good idea, but, hey...) and actively protected her son and herself. She was sometimes wrong, not experienced, but she was fighting back, hiding, making a difference. She was possessed (and also hit on a little bit... ) by Crowley, and then, after that, she was put in some place safe and disappeared from the story.

After all that, I felt the need of closure for Mrs. Tran story, she was not an extra or an unimportant character anymore. If you make her Kevin motivation and if you give her a personality, you make her joke, laugh, you give her lines and a background, some mysteries and secrets, if you make her a supporting character and not a side character anymore,  I need closure. I need to know where she was, while Kevin was working on the tablet, I need to know how Crowley found her, what did he say to her and what did she say to him, I want to know how she died and if she is really dead. And I want to see it, because killing characters off screen because it's convenient, is sloppy writing, boys. It means you miscalculated the space those characters were taking and now you need to tuck them away without a proper conclusion. It's the writer equivalent of trowing your clothes under the bed and closing the door to your room when you have guests and don't want to tidy up properly.

 archangel-bonding reblogged this from notturnofelsineo and added:

Using that quote about Samandriel in HER favour is basically like campaigning for Walder Frey with a Stark-related...

And that's exactly why I used it! ;) I don't like Naomi because she's good, I don't want her redemption, I like her as she is: bad, really, really bad. She is a fine character as she is: strong, determined, cruel, cold and without doubts until the very end. I like her because she is evil without realizing she is. 

Samandriel's death was horrible, actually one of the worse in this season. It was horrible because the angel was the epitome of the innocent and because his death was by the hand of a hero, our Castiel, manipulated against his will, after he said he wanted, no, he needed to save him. And who's fault was that? Naomi's. That's a character I want to see more of! Also, I think that Castiel would want to save her, he would need to save her, somehow, to confront her, perhaps to fight her, he also needs to have his closure moment with her.

Naomi is a strong female character, but she is not mother, love interest nor scorned, enraged virago. She is out of the usual roles and tropes and she is fascinating and strong.

I hate Naomi, please, give me more of her!

[amanda-tapping-ripples]

Let's see if we have influence.

Join the SAVE NAOMI campaign!

Amanda Tapping at Phoenix ComicCon 2013 [x]

Graphics from here, gifs by me

[notturnofelsineo]

Another version of the Save Naomi campaign: use it, spread it, follow the blog!

Here's the link to the plain version of the pic, if you want it. this way the post is lighter and it' won't crowd your blog with two versions of the same image... I thought it was better. You can reblog it, repost it, do whatever you like. (I'd be happier if you didn't claim it as your own, but I suppose I really don't care that much, as long as the message spreads ^_^ also, I suppose you can do way better than me if you want, so...)

[punkascas]

Posters for the Save Naomi campaign. Remember your favourite deceased Supernatural lady and join the campaign to keep Naomi from becoming one of them!

Additional names available on request.  Reblog, repost, print one out and wear to work as a hat. Whatever you'd like. Credit is nice but not compulsory. 

[notturnofelsineo]

Another round of logos, headers and stuff for the Save Naomi project.

The last one is a sample of how one of our letters could look. I only included characters that appeared/died on this last eight season, for the sake of impact and brevity.

The other page is blank for you to write anything you want.

[notturnofelsineo]

I made a thing... A Naomi ficlet, something set immediately after Sacrifice. Something that it's my first SPN fic and, who knows, maybe the beginning of something longer.

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"...come find me. Tell me your story."

She can hear him. She listens while he cuts the Grace out of Castiel and she is furious. With herself, mostly, because how could she be so blind and so oblivious? About Castiel's nature, about the Scribe plan, about everything. She is furious and she is powerless, at least until the probe is still lodged deeply inside her head, jamming her grace to her vessel, making her rest there, like a broken puppet, while the lunatic babbles about stories and normal lives and the spell. She has to stop the spell, she has to... She has to save Heaven from itself, once again.

The probe is hers. More than that, it's not technically a probe. It's actually an emanation of Heaven fabric itself, made solid and made sharp. It's a piece of the soul of the world, that buzzes with grace. Her Grace. The probe is nothing but an idea, made real by her will. It takes her a while to un-think that. It's painful, it's like trying to forget your happiest memory, it's like erasing from the mind of an angel his biggest accomplishment, because you know it's what needs to be done. But it hurts.  The Scribe is gone, so is Castiel, sent down to Earth with no Grace, almost not a single drop of Grace in him. Almost. She can feel the fabric of reality shiver around her, and she knows she's almost out of time. The probe vanishes from her head in more than one sense, and it's like it never was. She has no time to think of the consequences. Her blood is still on the table and she uses it to trace a sigil, one that will give her some time, at least, one that will slow the spell down, one that will warn the host of what is going on, one that will call them to arms... One that is late. So very late.

When they start to fall, she can feel every single one of them. Some of them call to her, like she was a mother, like she was their leader... She never was, she never was meant to be.  That is not the time to think about the mistakes they've all done. She reacts the only way she can. She cannot stop the spell, it's done and it's working its magic through the fabric of Heaven, like an electric wave, disconnecting all of them, cutting their wires. It's love that is torn apart, she can see it. The product of love between and angel and a human. The instrument of Heaven for the humans to find love. The Grace of an angel that always had too much heart. That's what it took to sever the connection. Warp that love, make it turn poisonous and bitter, kill it, until angels can't feel it anymore. She cannot feel the presence, the longing, the peaceful desire, anymore. She knows she has it easy, if compared to the ones that are falling, like Lucifer fell. Lucifer refused to love and was cast down. They are made to refuse to love, it's not their choice, but the effect is the same.

She can feel them fall, but not like Lucifer fell, not because they chose to. They were made. Like she always made them do what was meant to be done. For the first time in millennia, she feels how wrong that was, how their purpose was warped and lost in the path from the day their father told them to love and protect. She can feel them fall and she feels her failure to love, her failure to protect, her failure to be one of them, once again. The only thing she could do, in the last instant before the spell took over, was protect herself.

The siglil kept her safe from the fall, and now she is a wave of wrath and light, bouncing and piercing through the fabric of Heaven, so fast and silent that Metatron won't know. He'll think she is gone, dead, burned away as the last drop of Grace still in her vessel made her fall like the others, still stabbed with her own instrument, still powerless and beaten, now crashed, gone, forgotten, like a story he never meant to listen to. She doesn't have to search, she'll always know where to find him, after she had the chance to hold his soul in her hands while he ascended, she's just surprised to find him there. 

The place is homely and essential, the sigils on the doors can do little to keep her out, and yet she's impressed that someone could manage to work that kind of magic here. Someone beside her, of course.

She enters through the wooden door, and he's there, behind the bar, looking at her with everything but kindness in his stare, and a dirty baseball cap on his head.

A young man with a curious haircut, on the table to his left, is furiously working on a laptop and she can see the sparks of energy reverberate through the air... This is something she never considered, a surprise that is not unpleasant at all.  She takes a step through the threshold and closes the door behind her, instantly reconnecting the sigils she destroyed moments before. She smiles.

"Bobby Singer... We have work to do."

[notturnofelsineo]

Just a clarification, in case anyone of you was paying attention to my post trough this season: I hated Naomi, with passion. Naomi was the kind of character that I love to hate. In the beginning I really wanted Dean to find out what she was doing to Cas and I wished for him to be the one who killed her. But then, as her story progressed, I found her interesting, so morally grey and full of possibilities, that I changed my mind about wanting her dead. She is good for the story, she brings dynamics to the plot and the relationships between characters, and I want to know more about her. I want to know why she was the one doing the reprogramming, what she was doing during the civil war in Heaven, if she was on Raphael side or Castiel's, or neutral, or what. I want to know about her past with Crowley and I want to see her again, in Heaven or on Earth, being morally grey, scheming, badass and difficult to handle.

That's why I really hope she isn't dead and why I responded so enthusiastically to littlehollyleaf campaign idea.

Plus, Amanda is terrific.