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a open post/meme overflow post for crowley to help quench the thirst of others

rules
good with gen, shipping, and smut.
i don't ship crowferi though. i'm fine with gen and dark stuff but please don't ask for anything shippy/smut related for those two.
open to friends and people that have threaded with crowley.
link all images and warn if they're nsfw/graphic.
if you have an au idea you can always put it here!
please specify if you'd like him as a human or i'll default to vampire.

stuff i wanna play
mechanic au! crowley can still be a vampire for this or human just... give me mechanic au.
i want stupid space shit so bad y'all just punch me.
high fantasy au!! yes crowley is a paladin and not a knight templar shut up don't @ me
witcher au. i'll give my first born to whoever will play this with me.
history teacher crowley.
college au is also fine with me.
give me dark and grim shit that'll make me go to sleep knowing i made bad life choices.
nier:automata-like au?!?!? SHUT UP I'LL MAKE THIS WORK SOMEHOW.

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i'm ready for worst operator

[ "2B has landed on the surface approximately five hours ago."

"Yeah."

"Have you contacted her?"

"No."

After a thorough conversation with the Commander and being reminded of the importance of 2B's success on Earth, Operator 13O reluctantly returns to his desk. The other operators seated around him are already taking care of their own YoRHa members, disinterest evident in his features as he tries to ready himself to do the same thing for hours. ]

2B. [ His announcement is abrupt, video flickering to life as the android's pod hovers in front. His voice doesn't have much life to it and is accompanied with his usual drawl: ] Hey~ Glad to see that you made it. I was about to get chewed out if you didn't.

Edited (I HECKED UP ON THE FIRST TAG SHHHH) 2017-03-25 07:35 (UTC)

[Aside from the regularly scheduled and ordered contact, 2B wasn't really the type to go out of her way to communicate with her operator. Still, the fact that she hadn't heard anything after having landed a while ago now was... pretty weird.

Then again, this was 13O.]

I'm surprised you weren't already. [TBH... From her end of the feed, he'll be able to see the good ol' City Ruins along with a few harmless stubbies wandering about. For a post-apocalyptic ruin, it looks pretty peaceful.] Anyways, I have nothing to report thus far.

[ Her first response earns a grin. ]

You know I have to lie so I don't embarrass myself in front of everyone. [ Not like it was a secret, nor was it something unexpected, 13O deserved it. ]

Huh? You've been down there for awhile and nothing's happened? How boring.

[She shakes her head. It's a wonder the Commander still keeps him on operator duty honestly...]

Whether or not a mission is boring is irrelevant. [Although with nothing to investigate at the moment, it makes being here feel like a waste of time.] Have you been able to gather any new intel?

[ 2B always was the kind of android who worked part-time as the fun police, but sometimes it's just exhausting. ]

If you say so, hm... the Resistance doesn't have you doing anything? [ Lazily, almost reluctantly, he draws his attention over to his own screen. ] It seems like one of our Access Points is being cut off, if you've got nothing else to do go check that out. I'll mark it on your map.

Should just be some small fry but it'll kill time.

Roger that. Access Points are vital for transportation, after all.

[Sure she doesn't REALLY need fast travel when she can run around the entire map no problem, but that doesn't mean she wants to...

Sure enough, 2B takes cares of the enemies cutting off the Access Point without any trouble. She's about to report in saying she's taken care of it when the ground suddenly starts to rumble violently.]

2B to Operator 13O. Are you getting this?

[ Honestly they're lucky that they don't understand the concept of music and there's no way he can blast the theme song to Sonic The Hedgehog™ through her pod.

When their communication is cut off he straightens up in his chair, glancing over the map so that he's at least making sure that there's nothing to cut her off. Unfortunately with the Access Point cut off he's unable to accurately pin-point that there's something much more threatening. ]

Oh. [ Their connection goes through, the video shown through 2B's pod causing his stomach to twist. His eyes widen briefly, breathing out a small chuckle. ] Shit. That's definitely going to be a Goliath... the connection is low but there's no doubt. But, uh...

I'm confident that you'll kill it. No need to call for backup, right?

[ rly... 13O... really... ]

[The soft vocals of City Ruins lost to Sonic music, the sound effect for picking up bolts and screws now replaced by the sound of gathering rings...]

Seriously?!

[WHY ARE THERE SO MANY THINGS WRONG WITH THIS. (Because you're in a Yoko Taro game, duh.) To be fair, she doesn't blame him specifically. It's not like this is the first time a Goliath's managed to show up out of Fucking Nowhere, and with how spread out they are on Earth, it's rare to be able to get support in the first place.

That doesn't mean she likes any of it.]

How much longer till it arrives?

Seriously.

[ 13O is just having a long day (as always) cut him some slack. He's at least more ready and alert now, because despite their distance and him as an Operator he refuses to allow 2B to get killed. Even if she'd just be transferred up to the Bunker... it always left a sour taste in his mouth. ]

It's coming to you from the west, it's— [ there.

She's probably the first thing that shakes, indicating its arrival. ] 2B!

[She curses under her breath. So much for preparing.]

Engaging hostile ene—!

[The line cuts off there. She would've ended it herself regardless to focus on fighting, but with all the shaking and interference from the Goliath, it might be a while before the connection stabilizes.]

[ There's a tinge of self-disappointment when the line cuts off, aware that after that what he can do is limited. But considering that there's a Goliath type in the midst there's a possibility of other units coming to the battlefield... or not.

He leans back in his seat, sighing out when the connection finally stabilizes after some time. There's eyes on his back that are cutting him open for managing to slip up that bad. ]

2B? [ Of course, even after that, he remains calm. ] Damage report?

Substantial injuries, but I'm fine. [She sounds ragged and worse for wear, but it's a coherent answer at least. Death might be cheap for her, but she prefers this as a win.] The Goliath type machine has been eliminated.

[By herself, as he'll probably be able to notice. It certainly accounts for how wounded she is.]

so maybe stuff with that one soul bond au we did???

or where he's a history teacher and she's like his overworked assistant or something. or just general college au stuff, i just love college au stuff too much...

okay but imagine this

history teacher meeting his assistant and then end up being soulmates au
or maybe she's a student in a huge ass classroom so when the world goes in color for the first time crowley's lowkey panicking because wHO OUT OF THIS WHOLE CLASS IS THE SOULMATE

oh my god. this is brilliant

lets go with the second option, and then lapis can like... sweat intensely at the back of the class and lowkey panic too. then spends most of the class just staring at all the colors

That's— [ Great? Good? Fair enough? She nearly died due to his lack of awareness, and while they were experiencing some obstacles it would still be his responsibility. He's not particularly proud, not of himself at least, but still offers a wry smile. ] I'm glad you're okay.

Will you be able to make it back to the Resistance Camp on your own? I'll call somewhere over to help escort you if it's too much.

[ He might be babying her a little bit but listen... someone's gotta do it okay. ]

[ Crowley has spent all his life in a world of black and white with various shades of gray in between. And for the most part he's in full belief that that is how his life will end—without a hint of color, not even something as vague as something so pigmented as the color of his eyes. (At least that's what his mother tells him, and others have complimented, about his eyes. "A brilliant shade of blue.") He can't complain too much about it, of course. He doesn't feel jealous when his friends tell him of how their life was filled with color the moment they had laid eyes on their soulmate, he's far too busy balancing teaching with his social life and honestly he's content with not knowing what certain colors truly look like.

Though he's heard stories of the ocean, been told how that it's something unimaginable, and perhaps he's a little upset over not being able to experience that much.

But, again, he'll live. What's more important now is getting through this first day of his World History class scheduled at 8 AM sharp. He has a new syllabus to hand out, a whole row of names he'll force himself to remember by the end of this week, reading chapters to assign, and a whole new lecture that will start them off on the right track. It's the dullest of days for any start to a semester and he's all too familiar of it, which is why when he glances over the crowd of people the smile he graces them is a tad bit wry. ] Good morning~ I'm sure everyone's ready to go right back to bed, right? [ Lighthearted, sarcastic, his smile grows into something a little more natural, giving each face a second's worth of attention before he stops in a certain area.

There. That's when he sees color slowly begin to bleed into his vision, starting with someone's desk that creeps into the carpet and begins to spread across the walls. It's a gradual change, certain that the room will soon enough be engulfed in what he's been missing his entire life by the end of this lecture and he swallows hard. Pretends to be calm, heart rattling against his rib cage as he wonders just who is the cause of this—

His soulmate? One of students is his soulmate?

Remaining professional, going down the lists of names, he announces them one by one before staring for a second longer at their face, to see if they'll spring to life with color. Perhaps they'll react when he calls his name? But that's probably asking for too much. ]

Next is... Lapis Fathalla?

[Lapis had resigned herself to a world without color years ago, doubting that she would every stumble across her own soulmate. And really, she was fine with that, her studies and her work always taking top priority. Even if there were some things she wanted to see in other shades besides black and white, having heard stories about how beautiful the sky can look or the bright, varying shades of flowers. She's heard more than once that her eyes were an odd color, a bright gold she's been told, but she doubts she'll get to see for herself.

And it's really the last thing on her mind as she arrives in class, one of the more awake students, considering that she can basically run on little to no sleep. Not that it stops her from slumping in her seat and looking out the window next to her with a yawn, wondering if she should go right home after class or go shopping, she really needs some more tea...

But she snaps out of her thoughts when she hears the teacher, his words getting half-tired murmurs and yawns in response from the other students - Lapis now sitting up straighter as her eyes focus on him. Only to freeze at the sudden burst of color, her breath catching in her throat as she watches how color just... bleeds from him, watching it slowly fill the room. Her heart thuds in her chest, feeling her hands shake from the shock, quick to place them on the desk to try and calm herself.

This has to be a joke, this has to be. There's no way her teacher is her soulmate, there's no way this is happening during class, and -

- And he just called her name. Lapis feels very much like a statue right now, blinking owlishly at her teacher - her soulmate apparently - and finds that her brain is just not working at all. Quickly realizing that she probably looks panicked and frazzled for no reason right now, her attempts to force calmness not working at all. So she ducks her head down, resting it against her hand - her heart leaping into her throat as she forces a response.]

Y-yes, here... [Maybe she should jump out the window and run. That's sound more and more appealing by the second.]

[ She reacts in a way that's different from the others, but it could just be him assuming too much out of the situation. She could be shy, a first year, someone who just started school and was still adjusting, but then again she could be who he's looking for.

At least that's what Crowley begins to believe as color continues to bleed through and he realizes that her eyes are an odd gold. Odd. Different. But it's also something that pulls him in, grabbing at the heart in his chest and yanking it forward; he continues to call roll as if it was nothing, however, later handing out the syllabus and then moving forward to his lecture. By the end of the class his world was filled with color, something so different that he feels as if the air was leaving his lungs when he turned away from the chalkboard. ]

I think that's enough for the first day. I'll let you all off early, but don't forget to do your reading because who knows~ I might just assign a pop quiz. [ But with that over and done with he can focus his attention fully on the girl he supposes is his soulmate.

Steeling himself, it's not odd for a professor to want to talk to their student, and so as she walks pass him to leave he speaks up: ] Lapis Fathalla, do you mind speaking with me for a moment?

[Even as she hides her face and tries to calm herself, it's impossible to ignore how her vision fills more with color, how her heart skips a beat when she looks back at her teacher once more. Noticing just how bright a shade of blue his eyes are, her heart thudding in her chest once more as she tries to concentrate - stubbornly keeping her eyes on her notes throughout the lecture.

It's almost overwhelming by the time class is over, just how bright everything is. She almost feels dizzy as she packs up her things, only barely listening to how her classmates grumble at his words, instead just forcing herself to walk towards the door. Once she leaves, things should go back to normal, back to black, white and grey as it should be - a thought that's more disappointing than she thought it would be.

But really, she probably should've expected to be stopped, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag as she takes a deep breath. Coming to a stop as she nods, turning to face him as she resists the urge to fidget - forcing her expression to be calm once more as she looks up at him.]

Alright, sir... [Her expression flattens slightly as she says that, mainly because calling anyone sir feels weird. Golden eyes watch as everyone else files out, a heavy sigh escaping her once the last student leaves the room - waiting until it seems all clear, before she speaks.]

I'm... I'm guessing you've started seeing color too. [Even as she tries to stay calm, there's a waver in her voice - her hand clinging to her bag strap tightly as her heart pounds in her chest.]

I'll be fine on my own. [She says through grit teeth while not really sounding fine, but hey she's been through worse! Babying is totally not needed (even if it probably is).] But thank you.

[For better or worse, she's just used to doing things on her own. This isn't a slight against 13O, honestly. Operators can only do so much from the Bunker, and she understands that. It's just the way things are, or that's what she thinks anyways.]

[ His body tenses slightly, fingers gripping the edge of his desk as he leans back against it. He keeps himself composed for the most part, reading off the evident signs of mild anxiety from her eyes and body language. It's almost becoming more apparent that she was indeed the one—his soulmate.

The verbal confirmation almost isn't necessary.

He opens his mouth to at least ease into the conversation with a few pleasantries, but closes it instantly when she makes an assumption. A correct assumption, but still one that came a little unexpectedly. ]

Yes. [ The last syllable drags along, but while the words are difficult to fall of his tongue his eyes never leave her's. ] It was unexpected, but I'm sure you thought the same thing... I feel a little apologetic that this had to happen on our first day. [ He chuckles lightly, but there doesn't seem to be any humor in it. ]

... Does it make you uncomfortable?

[Sadly, Lapis has a habit of being blunt and straight to the point - which only apparently gets worse when she's nervous. Even if it's weird to admit that to herself, having not felt anything remotely like this since she was a kid. At least it doesn't seem like she's the only one on-edge, noticing how he tenses and grips the edge of his desk. That makes this a bit.... better, she guesses.

Even though it feels like her heart is still pounding in her chest, her breath catching in her throat as she finds it impossible to pull her eyes from his. His words prompting a soft huff from her, shrugging a shoulder as she keeps clinging to her bag strap, her own tone light but lacking in humor as well - sounding more deadpan than anything.]

At least it's an interesting way to start the semester. [Which is technically true. Who else can say they started their class with finding their soulmate, who was also their teacher?

But his question causes her to hesitate, her expression turning thoughtful as she mulls over that. Is she uncomfortable? She's nervous, flustered, but not uncomfortable - they're both adults, even if this wasn't the best way to actually meet. So with that, she shakes her head.]

... No. I just wasn't expecting this to happen, but I'm not uncomfortable. [A pause, her brows furrowing as she watches for his reaction.] What about you?

[ A single corner of his mouth curls up, but then his features relax. ] Well, so long as you say it's a-okay then why don't we find something a little more challenging? It'll get you bragging rights. [ It won't. And he realizes that, which is why he waves a hand. ]

I'll send some supplies down to you, maybe I'll even be nice and give you a leave a little letter.

[ 2B deserves a better Operator 13O is honestly the worst. ]

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