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Hot take..

NSFW shit didn't ruin the Welcome Home fandom

If anything “ruined it” it was people harrassing the people making NSFW shit in the fandom.

Cause I didn't know if ya knew this, but every fandom has Nsfw stuff and weird ships. And just cause something isn't gonna happen in Cannon doesn't mean the content of that thing is “ruining” the fandom.

Ok bye

#fandom #welcome home

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Quick astarion thought I had. Spoilers? Maybe?

An artistic tav that paints often after hearing that Astarion doesn’t remember what he looks like went to their tent that’s right across camp from his as he’s reading his book as he normally does and begins painting a portrait of him without his knowledge. It took them a couple days in between their journey to moonrise towers but once they were done they excitedly go to Astarion to show him the painting.

“Astarion! Look at this portrait I did!” Shows him the portrait.

“Oh darling. What man could have possibly been your muse for this one? It doesn’t look like gale.” He says fabulously side eying gale.

“Well.. I felt bad that you didn’t know what you look like so I decided to capture your beauty in a form that you can see. I hope it’s suitable…” they say hoping their art is good enough to cheer up their muse.

Astarion takes a moment to look over the painting. Like he’s seeing an old friend for the first time in 200 years. “This… is me?” He asked trying so damned hard not to cry.

“Yeah… do you like it?” Tav looked at him hopeful yet nervous.

Astarion put down the portrait in a perfect spot in his tent and looks at tav with an unreadable expression. Was it happiness? Surprise? It was so different than the other expressions tav has seen on him before. “No one has ever done something like this for me.”

“Well, I love you… Astarion.”

Astarion takes a moment to study tavs face as he thinks. ‘Where have you been. And why do you come to me now!?’ His expression is a mixture of deep sadness and anger but also just genuine love he has never felt in the 2 centuries he can remember. “Yes well.. thank you… we need to rest don’t we? Still got to conquer the world! Haha.” He laughs awkwardly. It’s never been so hard for him to say I love you. Maybe it’s because this time it’s genuine. “Seriously though… I.. I love the portrait.. darling.”

#baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3

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Me and @asurius lately lmao. Good omens and baldurs gate.

me lately once again

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What’s the name of the music used in La Lotería?

All music was composed by @lembriagador using acoustic guitar and free loop samples on GarageBand. All songs and background music is available on their SoundCloud page

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Updated demo is now available with extended scenes. Please follow the linktr.ee on this profile bio to play. Thank you so much for your continued patience and we hope you enjoy!

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Pt 2 of my Good omens sad (thx btw for all the love on the last one)

“You’re not selling any of the books are you?” Crowley said standing in the shop looking at Muriel.

Muriel didn’t know how to respond this is the first time in weeks Crowley actually said something to the angel first they didn’t know what to make of it. “Ah. Yes, I- I mean no. No. Of course not. Mr fell himself-.”

“He talked to you!?” Crowley interrupted. His eyebrows furrowed in a worried expression. First time he’s shown anything other than depression or despair on his face.

“Yes. Mr Crowley. He started checking in about a week ago.” Muriel said with slight concern.

His expression fell. The thought of Aziraphale coming back filled him with a strange dread. Something hopeful yet the pain of him leaving overshadowed it.

“Does he….never mind. I… I don’t care…” He stammered as he just burst back out the door.

Muriel stood there not understanding what Crowley was going to ask… and then the angel appeared as he has done just last week.

“Ah.. hello Muriel how long has it been?” The angel sounded kind, but tired, a sad emotionally drained tired.

“Since when mr fell? You last checked in a week ago.”Muriel said meekly. “Or do you mean-“

“Yes! Yes I mean…. Since…I left…”The angel looked downward in regret. It pained him every time he came back here but it felt worse not being here.

“About uhhh 6 months?” They have been alone in the shop for about 2 of those months before Crowley started showing up and in those 2 months they wondered why the demon and angel were so sad. It still puzzled them. Aziraphale said it were fine for them to read the books just not sell them, but the angel was still nervous about messing up the shop since it meant so much to Mr fell and Mr Crowley.

“Only 6 months?! It felt longer than that!” Aziraphale exclaimed.There was a moment of quiet as Aziraphale walked throughout the shop. Everything that has happened, running through his head. All the moments….the drunken banter….the lunches at the ritz how the bookshop felt like….home. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes. How he missed it. How he missed…him.. “oh….what have I done?” The angels voice cracked as his tears fell. “I knew….deep down I knew…heaven wasn’t ever going to change….”

Muriel didn’t know what to do. What did he mean heaven wasn’t going to change? Why would heaven need to change? “Why would it need to mr fell? Is there something wrong with heaven?” The impressionable angel asked curiously.

Aziraphale didn’t know how to respond. He knew heaven isn’t right but he’s the supreme archangel now… he can’t tell another angel that. “Oh I’m just stressed dear.. no need to worry.” He said avoiding the question. Like he avoided everything. “So I guess I missed him then?” The angel changed the subject looking out the window for any sign that Crowley was outside…waiting on him again. But there was nothing. “Yes…I’m sorry mr fell. You just missed him actually. Left just before you came. Maybe one day you’ll see him though.. he comes every day.” The young angel smiled in encouragement.

“It’s..quite alright.” The angel sighed sipping his tea. “It’s probably for the best.” The angel still looked sad even as he smiled. Then he politely bowed and left the store. And Muriel was alone once more.

#good omens #ineffable husbands

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Wukong DEFINITELY uses reader as his talker whenever he’s mad at Tripitaka. Especially early on in the journey

“Wukong you can’t be mad at me forever.”

“(Y/N) you tell the monk that I absolutely CAN”

“…Wukong says-“

“Yes yes I know what he said.”

“DON’T INTERRUPT THEM.”

And also he runs to reader whenever Tripitaka scolds him or even after he uses the tightening spell for sympathy cuddles. Because Tripitaka is just so MEAN to him doesn’t he understand that it was just a prank-

Tripitaka learns that the best way to get Wukong to listen is to involve Reader and have them be disappointed in him instead.

Tripitaka hates how effective that is.

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Quick sad one shot thing that might be a series if y’all want more?

Muriel didn’t know what to make of it as the demon Crowley walked into the bookshop. He looked sad. Or drunk. Or both but he paid the angel no mind. Not even realizing they were there as he just somberly walked through the shop. They followed him curiously. “Mister Crowley? What are you doing?” The small angel spoke. He looked at them. It was hard to tell his expression behind his dark shades. “Right…. You’re here….” He finally said after a long awkward silence. “Yes. I am the metatron said that” the demon interrupted. “I know.” He said coldly looking down. What was he thinking? Was he sad? Angry? It was hard for the angel to understand. “I’m sorry mr Crowley.” They said softly trying not to set off the demon anymore. “Tch. It’s not your fault.” He said running a hand through his deep red hair.

Crowley didn’t even know why he was there. Just being near the area killed him inside. Being in the shop was worse. In his mind he relived every horrible thing that happened in that store. The fire, finally telling his only friend how he’s felt for 6,000 years only for him to LEAVE. Tears started to fall down his cheeks out of his control. He wiped them off as quickly as they came trying to blow it off. “Mr Crowley are you alright?” Muriel finally spoke.

He just left without another word. Muriel didn’t know why he came nor why he left so quickly. But he came back every day for a few months doing the same thing every time. He’d come, he’d only speak a few words with the small angel, cry, and leave. Muriel wondered why more and more but didn’t want to pry.

One day though Crowley came like he always has except he asks Muriel a question. “You’re not selling any of the books are you?”

#good omens #innefable husbands

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Rachael A. Crowley My ship kid for Ineffable husbands

The "A" in her name is for Aziraphale Her overall demeanor is like Crowley but her nerdiness is right from Aziraphale shes a hopeless romantic that has a hard time opening up to people due to past love life experiences she loves doctor who a lot and for some reason Crowley is the only one that doesn't see that he looks exactly like david tennant XD. Abillities: General miricles like her dads Can only be somewhat damaged by hellfire/holywater (they describe it as like a really bad rug burn) her biggest ability is to travel through time. she has wings but theyre retractable obviously She tries to act cool and generally aloof but she has her angel dads love for everything so most of the time she cant help but to be a ray of sunshine. But if you told her that, well shes known to be defensive like crowley. she loves music of all kinds but metal is her favorite Black veil brides being a majority of her playlist She refers to the bently as her oldest sibling considering her parents treat it like their kid. I mean the bently does have some sort of sentience so it doesnt really bother her too much Shes Saphic and gender fluid When asked her pronouns she basically says "you really cant get it wrong. Im everything under the sun just dont be a dick about it." when she travels in time, she miracles her self to sound like the Tardis as she materializes. Feel free to ask questions about her, shes my comfort oc atm. ;-;

#inneffable husbands #good omens