#go read that

[misted-buttercup-enjoyer]

"So I grew up in a community of all monsters except for my adopted little sibling Kris. Besides the internet, they were my only real contact with humans. So then I moved into a college dorm with two humans (Chara and their little sibling Frisk) and I have to stop myself from acting like the older brother constantly just due to the instinct. It doesn't help that they both have uncanny similarities to Kris as well. I keep doing things like telling them "Say bye-bye to the twain~!" (train) and most of the time they just...do it xD

And the best part?

Kris is 15. They have not been of age to "say bye-bye to the twain" for years.

...Dear Angel."

#asriel deltarune #asriel dreemurr #asriel #rp #rping as asriel #chara deltarune #chara #frisk deltarune #frisk #asriel dr #frisk dr #chara dr #college roommates #college #asriel is such an older brother #i first saw the concept of asriel treating Chara like a little sibling by accident in lilybug-02's “Chara timeline” prologue #go read that #and follow her #and read her comics #because they're super good #older brother #sibling love #sibling relationship

[doonarose]

Look. Smutty smut be warned.

It took about a week to get from sweet kisses to filth of a reasonable degree - I shouldn't be surprised. No one that knows me would be surprised. I know it's A Thing, but the Hozier album did not help. And now I have ideas and thoughts and I can type at about a hundred shitty words a minute. So anyway, it isn't fic, the fic will be 10000 filthy words, but it's a decent slab of the fic. Aziraphale and Crowley - guess who's found her Aziraphale voice? Guess who's Aziraphale voice is fucking delicious and dirty as fuck?

I will likely delete tomorrow morning and 50/50 never write the epic smutty fic. But for now, here's 1200 words to enjoy if you're suitably depraved. Specific warnings under the cut. HALP.

Smut tags/warnings: (hanging my head in shame mind you) bodily fluids, light comeplay/swallowing/tasting, very light bondage, teasing, allusions to blowjobs and rimming but actually not really any for reals aside from the first line (wtf), and I think that's it. Sorry.

***

Its on purpose, Aziraphale lavishing Crowley’s thighs and his arse and his hole with deep lingering, biting, licking kisses. He’s ravenous and it shows.

And then he draws back, surveys his work and Crowley blushes red from his temples down to his chest to imagine how he looks, tied up, splayed open, vulnerable, kissed and tongue-fucked to wet and pink and desperate.

Crowley’s cock throbs, untouched for too long, spasming against his stomach and a thick line of liquid threads from the head of his cock to his stomach where there’s a spot of undeniable, desperate pre-come pooling. His whole body wavers and shakes with each breath and shudder that forces it’s way through him.

Aziraphale cocks his head and traces the back of one knuckle, barely there, up the underside of Crowley’s cock. Drawing another pulse of precome from him alongside a low, butchered groan.

“You’re killing me, Angel.”

“Not yet,” Aziraphale responds, off-the-cuff and casual, like he’s perusing the sandwich selection during high tea at the Ritz. Then he leans in, the fabric of his undone tie dragging at the inside of one of Crowley’s thighs, unimaginably tactile, before Aziraphale’s mouth forgoes exactly where Crowley needs it. Instead, it settles across his right bottom-most rib, sucking and licking and then kissing down, down to the dribbled pool of Crowley’s desperation, lapping it up as he stares up Crowley’s body right into his soul.

He blinks slowly as he does it, languid, enjoying, smiling, as he licks and laps at Crowley’s belly until there’s nothing left to lick up and then he sucks, hard enough to break some blood vessels and leave Crowley squirming and on the brink of coming untouched. He hasn’t got his shoulders, arms pulled taught and tied behind him, and it’s starting to ache where he’s holding himself up with the muscles of his back and belly. But then Aziraphale grasps Crowley’s cock in his hand, tight at the base, no friction, just withholding. Crowley can’t look away. And Aziraphale sucks at the head, too rough to get him off, but wet enough to keep working him up, slick with spit and suction.

Pulling back and letting Crowley’s dick flop back onto his stomach, Aziraphale swallows audibly and then blatantly licks across his own top teeth as he sits back on his haunches, eyes closed, his face a picture of sated and saturated hedonistic bliss. He smacks his lips and Crowley’s hips buck up of their own volition.  

Aziraphale crawls up over him, a knee thrown over his stomach, achingly close to his cock, but settling too high for any contact. His hands thread into Crowley’s hair, back down to his cheeks, back up past his temples and into his hair, twisting and tugging, watching Crowley’s face as he’s helpless but to react.

“Something you want to tell me?” Aziraphale asks, fingers shuffling through Crowley’s hair, thumb tracing his jaw and then playing at the corner of his lips.

Crowley’s torn between trying to suck in his thumb, swallow him whole, and concoct a coherent answer, maintain some shred of dignity or the illusion he isn’t completely lost in the feel of his angel. He manages to turn his head and press his lips wetly to Aziraphale’s thumb as he shakes his head in the negative, straining against the silk scarf and calling on all the willpower in the universe to keep a hold of his hands trapped above his head.

“Nothing?” Aziraphale admonishes, clicking his tongue and looking disapproving. “No confession for me?”

Crowley shakes his head more emphatically, genuinely lost as to what Aziraphale wants – at this point he’d give him the moon and the stars and the planet if he though it would help.

Aziraphale shrugs and sucks the insides of his own cheeks and licks the backs of his teeth in a far too obvious way, Crowley’s eyes tracing every move. “Shame,” Aziraphale quips. “All those kisses, all those times you came to me, I know you took pleasure in tasting me.”

Crowley’s eyes go wide, that’s something he’s been extremely careful not to even think about too much, but it’s undeniably true. Toast or wine or scones with cream, oysters or truffles or whiskey. Always Aziraphale, but layers of whatever he’s enjoy before, usually right in front of Crowley, with his mouth pert and tongue licking, little merls and moans of pleasure as he enjoys his lunch of tea or snack. Crowley’s licked into Aziraphale’s mouth, every time searching for it, almost always knowing what to expect, and thrilling that he found it there, that he could taste it. But he didn’t know that Aziraphale knew that.

“Funny,” Aziraphale says, cupping his face and sounding too off the cuff for the piecing quality of his eyes, something wickedly playful there. “You’ve never been partial to tasting things.” He presses a chaste, hard kiss to Crowley’s mouth, no hint of taste, just the heavy, heady smell of sweat and the dizzying spell of too much of Crowley’s blood throbbing between his thighs. “Until me, that is.”

Another kiss, chaste and Aziraphale swallows and murmurs against his lips. Another and another, but unyielding, barely enamoured, instead teasing. Crowley wants nothing more than to grab him and devour him but without his hands, with barely any leverage, he’s helpless.

Aziraphale pull back, mouth falling open as he smiles and pants and Crowley thinks he can smell it, smell himself, in the puffs of hot air between them. His own mouth hanging open, chasing Aziraphale’s as he darts and hovers, just out of reach.

Leaning in close, still astride his waist, still fully clothed and unacceptably well put together, Aziraphale chuckles and asks. “What do you want?”

“Kiss me,” Crowley bites out.

Another hot, hard, chaste press of their lips. “But really?”

“Kiss me, you arse.”

Again, a simple touch of their lips together, not relenting, instead teasing, needling at Crowley’s inability to ask, to admit to it, even when he’s strung out, naked and tied up, his body keening with want. “Crowley?”

He gives in, angry and hot and urgent, “Fine! You’re right. Kiss me so I can taste it.” Aziraphale doesn’t give in, just smirks and arches an eyebrow. “So I can taste you,” Crowley tries again, but it’s not quite what he means. “Me,” he relents, “So I can taste me, and please, oh god… satan, Aziraphale, please let me come.”

That seems to please Aziraphale but he doesn’t duck down and kiss him like he’s silently promised, instead he reaches back, fingers feather light, delicate, careful, finding where Crowley’s leaked even more onto his belly and against the back of Aziraphale’s trousers, fingers dragging through.

He makes such Crowley sees it, the wetness glistening on the pads of his fingers as he holds it between them, strings of slick hanging between his fingertips as he spreads and flexes them. Before he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks, moaning around them.

Crowley bucks beneath him and thinks very carefully about pulling his hands free, or just miracling them out and Aziraphale naked and beneath him. Before his can complete that thought, Aziraphale’s kissing him, open and dirty and embarrassingly wet. Tongue shoved into his mouth and it’s not just spit it’s his own salty metallic taste that he finds there, in the crevices of Aziraphale’s mouth. It should be filthy – and it is – but it’s worse, better, still that it’s his angel’s moth lavishing it on him. It jars with his reality, his expectations and assumptions, making his head spin and his back bow and something keening and desperate escape form his throat.   

#good omens spoilers and smut #i am hoping that's a way to tag so it gets blocked by all the right people #but doesn't actually end up in the tags #because i am out of practice and mortified #but also just not sure what to do with this #I wrote sickly sweet rainstorm kissing like two hours ago #go read that #but also love me please

[larrysballetslippers]

I am getting insecure with all these follows. Please be nice, read my info before interacting. I just want my blog to stay soft and fluffy 🥺

#my about you page is in my bio #go read that

[extra-v1rgin]

This is not like a uhhh, callout post or anything, or something I'm saying to make people feel bad bc it's not just one person I'm focusing on here.

But please stop asking me to write part 2s to my fics, or continue them generally. I get the sentiment, and I'm very pleased that you want more of my writing, but the reason I don't often continue fics is because I don't enjoy that. I like to bounce around projects and switch my focus often, so writing oneshots helps me stay active in my work.

Especially, again no offense to those who have done this, do not just say "part 2" or "when will part 2 come out" with no actual compliments towards me?? Idk I'm not a machine here to write whatever you want, even if I often take my audience into consideration.

So my plan for now is to just ignore any comments asking for a continuation, if I see a user asking multiple times then they're probably gonna get blocked.

#blog rules #boundaries #I think most writers don't enjoy this??? #but at least I don't either way #virgin talks #anyways I'm a real person #and I already write like a lot too #I've literally put out like 13 new things this year alone #so yk #go read those if you want more #I have a long fic too #even if it's not up to my standards anymore #go read that #or yk the thousands of other fics out there #author talk #part 2

[cadaverkeys]

You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).

Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.

#rambles #if you are a person who is into delicate skills #like lacemaking or printing or sewing #you will know fair well just how non expansive the knowledge online is in comparison to written guides from like the 50s #there was a time where at least one person in the household had to know a constructive skill #but in the modern day there is just less ans less demands for comprehensive guides #library propaganda #im stuck doing an essay rn but bc i have covid i cant go to the library and its totally fucked me #i want to source a lot of the stuff i read irl but i just cant go and get it and theres no online ver

[m3djed]

"he would not fucking say that" but you ever be looking at fanart and suddenly its "he would not fucking have abs"

#txt #guys. guys this is not about hcs. do you hear me this is about when a guy with no logical reason to have abs is drawn like a hollister model #like when a guy who does nothing but go to coffee shops and read books is drawn with abs like hes been hiking mountains and climbing trees #do you hear me are you hearing me

[yeehawpim]

#original comic #we go together #id in alt text #webcomic #indie comics #comic #library #artists on tumblr #reading #my comic #my art

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

#i love reading your examples! however next person to be like um actually this exists?? it’s on sight #i know it exists. i think it’s fun. that’s why i think more people should do it. #sometimes i think the confessional style loses impact because everything has to be excavated from the depths of the soul #and somehow. confessional writing seems to be going with the most disaffected bland sound possible. odd. #i love deeply personal songs! i love when songs sound like they mean something to the artist! #something something wider issue of mining trauma and being performatively vulnerable for quote unquote content #idk i don’t have the actual knowledge to write about this well there’s just something not landing for me recently #mine

[roninkairi]

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

#adventure time #finn the human #if you are reading this #please be aware this is a joke #this was a random thing tound on Facebook #and no finn really didn't say that #so go ahead and reblog it #just don't take it seriously #some of the people who reblogged this overreacted #so I feel compelled to add these tags to call them out on it #like seriously #chill out dudes #maybe eat a taco or two #tacos are life #so are burritos #ok this is running its course #david zaslav can suck it #i just felt like adding that because he is a douche

[thatlittledandere]

Everyone should read their own fanfics recreationally tbh this shit fucking rules. It's like the author knows exactly what I like.

#venlapost #fanfiction #I'm reading regrets of last night and going wahoo!! hell yeah!! yipiii!!

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #tbh even if I got a comment that said ‘I hate you I’m going to kill your family’ on chapter 75 it still means they read 75 chapters first…. #it just makes me sad to see so many writers shouting into the void #and also see ppl complain openly about the specific types of comments they receive #posting screenshots on Reddit like ‘should I be mad at this’ CALM DOWN #sigh

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire #'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem #the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted #also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out #so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my #notifs page cleanish lol #also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3 #secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because #of investors bankrolling everything #and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest #however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point #once again. so many murder dollars #so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction #anyways . love yall 💕 #origibberish #bigger gibbers

[reclaiming-god]

thinking about this today

#OP said the book is hunters in a narrow street #by jabra ibrahim jabra #going on my to read list #palestine

[narwhalsarefalling]

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden #marcille donato #falin touden #chilchuck tims #senshi #senshi dungeon meshi #the narwhal speaks #powerpoint #ANYWAY im gonna go read the manga now #my assumptions will be corrected soon

[werewolfetone]

Speaking of books it's been a while since I've seen one of these posts going around & I'm curious so everyone could you tell me what you are reading rn in the tags please

#I will go first. Robert Emmet by Patrick M Geoghegan #reading #jory.txt

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

#cw: suicidal ideation #cw: suicide #cw: self harm #cw: mental health #cw: depression #i made the balloon the main representation of my self destructive urges for a reason but im not going to explain it #i tried to keep a lot of the details in this vague #it would be my worst nightmare if this comic encouraged someone to hurt themselves #so. please dont #for a long time even the thought of making this comic felt so insipid and narcissistic #with the state of the world as it is #having the only threat to your life be yourself felt so privileged and trite and shameful #but doing this comic made me sit down and process things in full #and im just. very grateful i didn't give in to my thoughts back when i sincerely felt i'd be more useful to the world dead #i also feel the need to say that this wont represent everyone's battle with mental illness. its unfortunately different for all of us #there is no fix-all #and im afraid this might be one of those comics that either resonates a lot or misses the target by a mile #i made it for myself foremost. and now that its done im glad i did it #thank you for reading #and please stay alive #stillindigo art #stillindigo comics