#good omens x wild west

[vavoom-sorted-art]

Good Omens x Wild West

Jumped on the transcontinental railroad to play around with how our ineffable husbands would look in the wild west.

Fun facts

Crowley hates horses and horses hate him

Aziraphale is posing as a doctor

Crowley has two guns, but doesn't know how to use them (Aziraphale does, though.)

Aziraphale has to keep miracling away his sunburns because he always forgets his hat (or loses it)

Edit because this is more important to me than it should be lol: not an AU! They're still Angel and Demon, it's merely canon-divergent I would say.

#good omens #good omens fanart #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #art #goodomens #wild west #good omens x wild west #good omens au #aziracrow #good omens costumes #concept art #character designs #characterdesign #character art #concept design #vavoomart

[pidgeonl0rd]

I can’t just have the knowledge that there was supposed to be a Wild West minisode and let it be now could I 🐴

#good omens #good omens fanart #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #wild west

[appleleef]

can I get a yeehaw?

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley x aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale #Neil gaiman said Wild West and I blacked out for a month #instead of sunglasses Crowley always has his hat mysteriously tipped over his eyes like a mysterious outlaw cowboy #also I didn’t want to draw glasses #giving them angelic and demonic features was fun see if u can spot them. azi’s feather hair took a while to figure out though

[a-long-furby-art]

Saw someone do a saloon girlie aziraphale cosplay and my hand slipped

#art #drawing #my artwork #digital art #digital fanart #artists on tumblr #illustration #good omens 2 #good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #crowly x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #david tennant #michael sheen #wild west #cowboy #saloon #digital illustration #teehee <3 #innefable husbands

[idliketobeatree]

Aziraphale having both a Derringer and an arms licence tell me that in the Wild West flashback we didn't get he'd be the one to go oh dear, I rather think there can be only one cowboy in this town :) *pats his belt*

and Crowley would just hey lemme see what ya have....... A Gun? NO

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens shitpost #aziraphale is like a kitten that crowley has to drag out of trouble by the scruff of his neck #btw aziraphale's derringer probably has tartan pattern on the grips #source: it was revealed to me in a dream #good omens wild west #good omens cowboys #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable spouses #gomens #good omens 2 #my posts #hope you don't mind a nice old vine reference i have acquired taste in memes

[gayforanthonyjcrowley]

Crowley in the Wild West

This one isn’t finished yet, still need to add a background, but I wanted to share what I’ve got so far. Maybe I’ll write a fic about this, I have some more plans for drawings where Crowley takes part of a Native American tribe and where Aziraphale is a Cowboy. I’m busy with exams though, so it will probably take a while. I’m very new with adding shadows and I’m learning how to add highlights, so if anyone has tips, please let me know :)

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #wild west #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale

[pragretti]

Inktober 2023

Day 18: Saddle

Howdy! I am so behind in Inktober from classes, but I'm uploading these as I go. Cowboy au with Aziraphale and Crowley. Crowley was still getting used to riding horses instead of using miracles to get places.

#inktober #inktober 2023 #good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens2 #crowley #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #howdy #cowboy au #western au #wild west #wild west au #day 18 saddle

[tired0artist]

| the ineffable western |

aaa it was so fun to make this! they look so good next to each other! also, take a closer look at the ribbons 👀

60’s ineffable wives coming next!

visit me on Instagram @tired0artist for wip’s and other fun art stuff

open for close ups.

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable partners #ineffable wives #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable fandom #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #female presenting crowley #cowboys #western #wild west #good omens wild west #good omens western #fem crowley

[heart-of-gold-outlaw]

Ace High (Ineffable Husbands Yeehawgust)

Playing matchmaker to two outlaws wasn't how Aziraphale had imagined spending his time in America. Pretending to court Crowley hadn't really crossed his mind, either.

Falling in love with him? That definitely wasn't part of the plan.

June, 1889

As a general rule, Aziraphale tended to avoid America. It was a very young country, and as such, had a lot of growing up to do. The people, especially out here in the "Wild West" as they called it, weren't the nicest bunch. Aziraphale had dealt with his fair share of ruffians and vagabonds and other undesirables—God knows the French had plenty of those. But there was something... different about America's breed of troublemaker. Quite a few of them had a penchant for murder, and while Aziraphale could excuse the occasional white lie or stolen loaf of bread, he drew the line at murder. 

But Head Office said there was a minor miracle to perform in America—something about a total solar eclipse. Aziraphale didn't particularly see why that mattered, but he'd done it... Well, rather, Crowley had done it, having lost the coin toss. They'd gone for a lovely lunch afterward: a remarkable little Spanish cafe in San Luis Obispo. Aziraphale quite liked Hispanic cuisine. The spices were absolutely to die for. It never ceased to amaze him, the creative things humans did with food, and he supposed that the Americas could have bragging rights for that. 

Crowley had returned to Soho, as far as Aziraphale knew, with the intent of sleeping for at least a year. Aziraphale, though, wanted to see some of what this young little country had to offer. The murder and crime, he could ignore in exchange for the amazing landscape paintings and wonderful natural scenery. As such, he found himself in Colorado, in a small mountain town called Telluride. The Rockies were beautiful this time of year. Colorado in general, Aziraphale was quickly learning, was just a beautiful state, and he was quite fortunate to be able to see it.

He'd just had lunch at a tavern (rather, a saloon, as they were called here), and was enjoying a stroll down the main drag, when he accidentally bumped shoulders with a man walking in a hurry in the opposite direction. Aziraphale stumbled, threw out his arms to catch himself, and probably would have face-planted into the dirt had the stranger not reached out and hauled him upright. 

"Good heavens, my dear fellow!" Aziraphale exclaimed as he petulantly straightened his coat. "That was quite a catch!"

The stranger looked at him apologetically. He was a tall man, at least a head taller than Aziraphale, with broad shoulders and a strong frame. He wore a buckskin jacket and a gambler hat, underneath which flaxen blond hair stuck to his forehead in the summer humidity. 

"Sorry about that," he said. "Didn't mean to mow you over there." He leaned back and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You okay?"

Aziraphale brushed away some dust on his arm. That was the thing about the West: it was absolutely filthy.  

"Nothing a miracle won't fix," he said, then, catching himself, changed the subject: "What on earth has got you in such a hurry?" 

The stranger looked relieved to see Aziraphale wasn't hurt. He shook his head, blinked, and glanced across the street. Aziraphale looked too, but aside from the saloon and the bank, didn't see anything. 

"I'm s'posed to be meetin' someone here pretty soon," the stranger said, sounding relieved. "Thought I was gonna be late."

"Oh?" Aziraphale couldn't help but be intrigued. "Friend of yours?"

The stranger, who Aziraphale realized was really quite young, maybe in his early twenties, looked down with a smile. The tips of his ears were red.

"Something like that," he said. "We ain't seen each other for a while, so I ain't sure he's even gonna show."

Aziraphale thought of Crowley, then, how the demon always managed to show up whenever Aziraphale was in need of some company—or some rescuing. Although the solar eclipse hadn't exactly been dangerous, it had been nice to share the experience with someone else. He remembered the look of concentration on Crowley's face as he snapped his fingers and pointed at the sun, calling the moon to pass in front of it. He remembered how their shadows had danced together, how beautiful the sky looked in between day and night. There was quite a bit of beauty in darkness, he'd realized. Quite a bit indeed. 

"Oh don't worry," Aziraphale assured. "Friends have a funny way of showing up at just the opportune time." 

The young man smiled, seeming relieved. He held out a hand for Aziraphale to shake.

"The name's Roy," he said, "but I go by Butch." 

"Well, that's rather unusual," Aziraphale said, but shook his hand anyway. "Then again, what's in a name? I'm... Ezra." He tried not to look too guilty at the pause. "Ezra Fell. I run a bookshop in London."

Butch laughed, loud and friendly, and leaned against a hitching post for support. Aziraphale watched him for a moment, confused, before the young man straightened with a few residual chuckles.

"Sorry, sorry," he said, still grinning from ear to ear. "It's just... you look like you run a bookshop. No offense." 

Aziraphale brightened at the compliment. "None taken, my dear fellow."

Before he could say anything else, Butch looked over Aziraphale's shoulder and promptly seemed to forget he was there. There was a look on his face, now, like he'd just watched the world's grandest play, or, perhaps, seen a solar eclipse. Aziraphale turned around to follow his gaze. Across the street, a rather sullen-looking young man leaned against the wall of the saloon. He had dark, straight hair that had clearly been flattened by his hat, which he gripped with both of his hands. He was slender and wore a black jacket that did little to keep the dust at bay. And despite the looks from a couple of the saloon girls, he seemed to be waiting for someone. 

"Now see, I told you he would show," Aziraphale said to Butch. He turned back to face him, only to find that he was walking away... in the opposite direction of his friend. "Hey—wait!"

Aziraphale hurriedly chased after him, having to half-jog to keep up with his long strides. Butch kept his hands firmly shoved in his pockets and didn't look at Aziraphale once.

"Now just where do you think you're going?" Aziraphale demanded, already slightly out of breath.

Butch shook his head, eyes intently focused on the ground in front of him. "This weren't a good idea." 

"Not a good idea?" Aziraphale was thoroughly confused. "But... you were the one who wanted to see him in the first place! And now you're just going to... let him stand there?"

Stopping so abruptly that Aziraphale nearly ran into him again, Butch whirled around and threw his hands up in exasperation. 

"Look pardner," he said. "I ain't gonna get into this right now with you. Just trust me when I say that this weren't a good idea, okay?" He ran a hand through is hair, tugged at it, then let out a deflated sigh. "Now I'm goin' home."

Aziraphale opened his mouth to protest, but Butch was already walking away, and at a much faster pace this time. A few seconds later, he'd disappeared down the street. Aziraphale knew he had no hope of catching up to him, not without running, and he didn't particularly feel like doing that at the moment. 

He got himself out of the middle of the street and sat heavily on a bench outside the bank. It didn't make sense in his head, Butch's behavior, and it most certainly didn't sit right with him to let his friend stand by the saloon all by himself. Butch had seemed so excited—and so nervous. Why in Heaven's name had he seemed so nervous? It was almost the way teenagers behaved when they were in—

Oh.

Oh dear. That made quite a bit more sense. 

Aziraphale wasn't stupid. He knew the world's current, rather barbaric stance on such things. He also knew, though, how precious of a thing love was, how people who weren't supposed to fall for each other tended to do so anyways, in spite of the danger. It was humanity's greatest gift. Perhaps Heaven and Hell could learn a thing or two...

Best not to think about that, he quickly decided. Even still, he knew what he needed to do. Heaven would probably think he was wasting his time, helping out humans when there were no orders from his superiors, but the way Aziraphale saw it, he was fulfilling his most basic duties as an angel: doing good.

He rose from the bench and walked quickly to the saloon. Butch's friend was still waiting, looking more sullen than before, and he eyed Aziraphale with the same distrustful look he gave everyone who walked by. Aziraphale smiled at him and gave a little wave.

"Ah yes, hello," he said. "You appear to be waiting for someone."

The young man frowned. "What's it to you?"

Aziraphale smiled again. Gotcha.  

"If you're waiting for Butch," he said, watching with delight the way the young man's face brightened ever-so-slightly, "he sends his most sincere apologies, but he can't make it today. Something about..." Aziraphale looked around quickly, and his eyes fell on a mail courier delivering packages across the street. "Something about delivering medicine to a sick family in need. You know how he loves to help people."

It was a gamble, but Aziraphale considered himself a decent judge of character, and Butch had seemed nice enough. The young man looked like he was considering this, then rolled his eyes. 

"That sounds like him alright." Then, hiding his disappointment well: "... Did he say anything else?"

"Oh yes!" Aziraphale said, nodding enthusiastically. "He said that since he can't make it today, he'd love to reschedule for tomorrow night. He'll let you know the time and place vis a vis letter. Now, where exactly are you staying?"

The young man blinked, caught off guard. "Um," he looked decidedly confused. "Golden Creek Hotel. It's..." He gestured around the block. "Right over that way."

"Marvelous!" Aziraphale smiled his most winning smile. "Well, he'll be in touch. Might I know your name, dear fellow, just in case anything pops up?"

"It's..." The young man bit his chapped lips. "Well, just call me Sundance."

Aziraphale held out his hand as if that wasn't a strange name. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Ezra Fell. I run a bookshop in London."

The young man let out a brief chuckle and shook his head. Then, shaking Aziraphale's hand: "You look like you run a bookshop."

Lighting up at the second round of the compliment, Aziraphale sent him on his way. It was only then that he realized just how in over his head he was. For Heaven's sake! He wasn't a matchmaker. He didn't know the first thing about courting someone, let alone getting two people to court each other. And now he had two hopelessly in-love young men who needed him for guidance. Him!  

"Oh dear," Aziraphale said to himself. "I do believe this is a bit of a mess."

But there was one person he trusted to always help him out of a mess, no matter the stakes. After all, getting Aziraphale out of trouble was sort of a favorite pastime of Crowley's. It hadn't even been a week since Aziraphale had seen him, but somehow, he knew the demon would be up to the challenge. 

As it turned out, Crowley hadn't gone back to Soho. He was in Denver, in fact, when Aziraphale found him, having a drink at a local brewery. Aziraphale didn't much care for beer. He preferred wine or sherry, something that was a little less... gross. Not that all beer was terrible, but he supposed it would be years before the Americans caught up with the Belgians in terms of brewing. 

Crowley didn't look surprised to see him. Then again, he rarely did. He wore a long black duster tonight that nearly reached the floor, and it would have looked ridiculous if it wasn't currently in style. He was sitting at the bar, swirling his beer rather than drinking it, and he glanced over at Aziraphale when he took a seat next to him.

"Right," Crowley said, setting his glass aside. "What have you done now?"

Aziraphale tried not to look guilty. "Why on earth would you assume I've done something?"

"Because I know the faces you make." Crowley reached for his beer and drained half the glass in one go. "This is your I've Done Something face."

"But that's preposterous!" Aziraphale said indignantly. "I'll have you know that I haven't done a single thing."

Crowley raised his eyebrows, the first hint of a smile on his lips. He watched Aziraphale for a few seconds, leaning back on the bar stool, waiting for the angel to crack. 

"Oh," Azirphale said as his shoulders slumped. "Fine! I did something. Happy now?"

"Extraordinarily." Crowley signaled the bartender, an older gentleman who looked like he hated his job, and ordered a round for the two of them. Then, noticing the way Aziraphale wrinkled his nose: "Oh come on. It's not that bad."

"For you, maybe." Aziraphale hesitated when the bartender handed him his glass. He took a small sip and tried not to make a face until the bartender's back was turned. 

Crowley, whose glass was already half empty, inclined his head to one side. "So what is it that you've done?"

Aziraphale sighed and dropped his face into his hands. How in Heaven's name was he supposed to explain himself? It wasn't his job to play matchmaker among humans. There was nothing in the Almighty's plan about that. And yet, he couldn't just sit by and watch two perfectly good men squander what could be their only chance at love in a harsh, harsh world. No, he had people counting on him now, and he couldn't let them down. He wouldn't.

"I might have..." He began, trailed off, then continued a little stronger: "I might have told a young man that the... object of his affection, as far as I can tell, is going to meet him for dinner tomorrow night. The problem is, said object of affection has no intention of doing so."

Crowley groaned. "Unrequited love. Sounds like a him problem."

"No no," Aziraphale corrected. "They're absolutely head over heels for each other. Butch is just very, very nervous. I don't think he's ever, well, courted someone before. I don't think either of them have."

Crowley rolled his eyes and reached for his drink. He didn't look particularly excited about the situation.

"So what are you suggesting, Angel?" He asked. "Because if you're going to ask me to help you play matchmaker, the answer is—"

"Oh come on!" Aziraphale interrupted. "You love meddling with humans! These two are practically begging for it, for goodness sake!"

He gave the demon his best pleading look, the one he knew, for whatever reason, always made Crowley cave. Crowley considered him for a moment, expression unreadable behind his dark glasses, before he finally turned away with a scowl.

"Fine!" He hissed, rubbing his temples with his fingers. "What do you suggest we do?"

Aziraphale smiled gratefully. That had been rather easy. 

"Well," he admitted, "that's actually where I'm a bit stuck..."

Crowley threw his head back and groaned, then turned to face Aziraphale, who shrugged sheepishly.

"You mean to tell me," Crowley said, "that you don't even have a plan?" 

"Well..." Aziraphale, remembering what usually happened whenever he had a spur of the moment idea, bit his lip. "Maybe not as such. But I did get Sundance to agree to dinner! Butch just... doesn't know he's going yet."

Sighing heavily, Crowley swirled the last of the beer in his glass. He looked thoughtful. Then, when Aziraphale was about to offer a penny, said: "Why don't we each take one and, I don't know, shadow them or something? Act as their wingman. That way when the time comes for the dinner, we can be there to make sure nothing goes wrong." 

Aziraphale considered this. While it wasn't the most complicated idea in the world, it was pretty foolproof. He would take one, Crowley would take the other, and together, they'd make sure the two men realized just how much they meant to one another. 

"That could work," Aziraphale said, "but what if they see us conspiring? We need some sort of excuse, just in case we're seen together."

"The two of you could pretend to court one another," the bartender said as he polished a glass behind the counter. "I did that with my friend, once, to make my partner jealous. Worked like a charm."

Crowley glared at him. "How long have you been listening?"

"No no!" Aziraphale exclaimed and excitedly gripped Crowley's arm. "That's perfect! That way, they won't get suspicious if they see us being, well, us."

"Angel..." Crowley sounded uncertain. "I don't know if this is—"

Aziraphale was hardly listening to him. "Right. Which one do you want to shadow?"

For a long while, Crowley didn't say anything. He just stared first at Aziraphale, then at his glass of beer, which now held only the dregs. Eventually, though, he heaved a deep, heavy sigh, and tilted his head back.

"What are they like?" He asked, resigned. 

Aziraphale beamed at him. "Butch is really quite friendly. And Sundance is... well, rather moody." 

"That one." Crowley said immediately. "I'll take the moody one." 

Trying not to look too relieved, Aziraphale smiled at him and got up from the bar. Dropping some money, plus a decent chunk of change for a tip on the counter, he gently grabbed Crowley by the arm and pulled him toward the door. They had quite a bit of planning to do if they were going to make this work. 

"We're gathering together a right posse!" He exclaimed on their way out the door. "I never thought I'd be excited about something like that."

Crowley gave him a look. "You do know that posses hunt people down, right? Not play matchmaker."

"Well, I suppose we can take some liberties with the word." Aziraphale turned to face him with a wide grin. "I'll see you in Telluride, my dear fellow."

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #cowboys #yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2023 #fic writing #my fic #fanfic #western #wild west #gay cowboy

[incorrectly-quoted-queers]

🎶I wish I could draw so I could show you my characters

But I can't draw so here's abstract book art🎶

#wild west #book cover #cover art #god wants senita crane dead #its like good omens meets Wynona Earp #western romance #bible mythology #antichrist #only one bed #angel x demon #1860s wild west #western #romance #new adult fiction #slight horror #monsters #love monster design #monster designs

[early-morning-illustrations234]

Wild West Good Omens!!

#good omens #goodomens season 2 #crowly x aziraphale #wild west #aziracrow #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #fanart #drawing #commissions open #my artwork #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital fanart

[kedsandtubesocks]

Hold On, Hold On

pairing: Cowboy!Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

summary: Your cowboy leaves for another bounty and you face how fragile a home can be

wc: 4.7k

warnings: 18+ only. MDNI, old west AU, semi established relationship, violence and town in peril, deep yearning, light angst but happy ending, heavy make-out session that gets a bit heated and spicy at the end

a/n: this is based off the season 3 episode ‘the pirate’ except with bandits lol, the title of this is from another neko case song of the same name (no surprise) I have a whole little collection of Cowboy Din pieces but this works as a good stand alone! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy & biggest thank you to my cowgal forever @skeletoncowboys this is for you I love ya

The wilderness calls to your bounty hunting cowboy once again.

“Don’t know how long this one is going to take. So I’m having the kid come with me.” Din tells you, his black bandana covering his face.

As much as you understand, an ache swells through your chest fast.

Would this be the last time you saw him? Saw either of your boys that have become beautiful fixtures in your life?

Something as dangerous as a storm rips through your mind. This all is temporary and you knew that.

Nothing is sure or set in stone with a man who chases after demons in the desert.

Din’s occupation as a bounty hunter meant he jumped around from town to town, never settling in a place for too long. Even with a ward in his care, you understood there was no need for him to grow roots in a particular community.

The only reason why he often brought his bounties here was because the mayor of your town was a previous member of the same bounty hunting guild Din is in. You never even knew bounty hunters held guilds. But that is the life you are wading through now.

It’s the life that’s led you to this, to seeing Din and the baby off on their journey.

You kiss the kid goodbye. His sweet pudgy cheeks puff up so warmly when he smiles at you.

“Keep an eye on your dad, little bug,” you tell the baby as you poke his sweet little nose. He giggles and it’s a sound you will treasure.

“Alright kid, let’s go.” Din croaks low as he shifts the baby up into his arms.

You haven’t been able to look Din in the eyes since he announced his departure. You don’t even know why this particular trip is affecting you so much.

“I packed a few extra slices of bread.” You explain rapidly. “And I know you’re still upset that I’m having you take one of my quilts but trust me, I’d rather you two have it-“

He cuts off your rambling quietly with the soft whisper of your name. It strikes fast like lightning shot through your spine.

Now you can’t help but turn your gaze up to him.

The whispers around this man painted him to be an omen because you could never see his eyes.

That part is true. The shadow of Din’s hat casts a deep shadow heavily blocking any chance of getting a good look at him in the eye. Then his bandana completely hides him from the nose down. At times he truly exists as a faceless phantom, a wandering ghost that has now found residence in your heart’s chambers.

But right now, this phantom stares directly at you and you can clearly see the eyes of this righteous man.

You’ve seen his face, kissed his soft lips. But his eyes…

Those rich soil eyes hold so much emotion and now hold your entire soul captive in their gaze.

You say nothing, don’t even know what to tell him.

A goodbye feels too simple. A please come home safe doesn't sound true because was this really his home?

Would this ever be his home?

And could you ever house a man as wild as a tumbleweed?

“Thank you.” Din speaks first. However, that simple thank you is all he says.

Your arms ache to embrace him. Your lips wish you were brave enough to yank the cloth across his face down to kiss him with every inch of your love.

He suddenly nods at you and you only nod back.

Without another word Din jumps onto his horse. The animal, which you believe hates you, now lets you softly pet him. You wish you could appreciate this small step but heaviness clogs your heart too much for any other emotion to pass.

The baby makes a soft whimper and both you and Din snap your attention to him. With his chubby sweet little fingers, your little bug simply waves a sad soft thing at you. He’s so smart, the kid, and you swallow back hard as you wave back. Your eyes return to Din.

The shade of his hat now has you searching harder for his eyes.

This time you can’t find them.

Nothing else is said.

Din simply kicks his heels against his horse and then begins a slow ride away.

No breeze of the wind carries them. This time it is only the stillness of the desert. For some reason, as you watch them dwindle further and further away, the stillness scares you more.

Summer beats down an unforgiving heat.

The air gets thick with the dry dust and you’re thankful for the cool nights that settle in. The early evening breeze from the open window already feels refreshing as you finish buying a few provisions from the commissary.

The clerk, an older man whose wife you are fond of, gently says your name hesitantly. His eyes are even a bit nervous and you ready yourself for whatever he asks.

“What…whatever happened to that young babe you had with you?”

You had previously been in the store many times with the baby happily cuddled in your arms. You used to cover him with a small light quilt to keep him safe from any curious eyes. You didn’t want them recognizing him if they saw the baby with your bounty hunter. But of course, the sight of you suddenly with a new babe did spark a few curious conversations.

Now your lips twitch but out of a fondness soaked in an aching sadness.

You haven't seen your boys for three months.

It’s the longest they’ve ever been gone. Not even a letter has been sent your way. But then again, you don’t take Din as one to write letters. The panic, the sleepless nights worrying if they were alright, all those emotions bleed into a numbness now. You simply wade through it all like trying to find an exit out of a sandpit slowly sinking you.

Swallowing the canyon sized lump in your throat, you simply give a brave false smile to the clerk staring so worried now.

You remember once jokingly telling him you had grown the baby in your garden. After all, you had first found the little terror eating your carrots.

“The wind swept him away from me,” you reply and you even hear the hollowness you cannot hide in your tone.

The clerk curiously frowns confused but his eyes seem to read past your brave face. He comfortingly pats your hand still on the counter and wishes you a safe walk back to your cabin.

With a grateful small grin you move to head out of the store.

Then the air bursts with a violent and loud crack.

Bandits are not a new occurrence to you or to the town. Once in a blue moon, a couple of them would arrive, make a ruckus at the saloon or unfortunately leave the town with more than they came with.

But the bandits arriving now come in a wave, like a mass of locust swarming in so fast you didn’t have time to think. And you didn’t. The explosion comes and you and the clerk give each other a petrified look before dashing outside.

Smoke rises from the edge of town and your heart sinks horrified at the chaos quickly consuming. The raiders ride in fast. The sticks of dynamite in their hand speak of a sinister threat of what was to come if anyone tries to stop them.

You move fast, trying to help your dear clerk to his house to be with his wife. You try to keep low. But when you are up against a swarm, it’s hard to outrun their staggering numbers.

Anywhere you turn the raider’s sinisters faces laugh proud and wild from on top of their horses. Some of them even chase on foot like released devils. It’s a bedlam choking your throat in panic.

Leave. You have to leave, find shelter or at least hide in your home.

Thankfully a group of you, including Mayor Karga, band together and flee fast from the town out past the outskirts. You all make camp on a secluded hillside that overlooks the town.

In the dead of night, the town illuminates a destructive crimson that has your legs wanting to give out.

“Don’t worry everyone!” Karga with his steady leveled heads guidance calls out in the night to you and the others townsfolk. “Before we evacuated I sent a telegram to my best man! He will come!”

For some reason your mind immediately flashes to Din.

You almost want to laugh. Of course your love sick heart would clutch onto the idea of him during a perilous moment of turmoil. He was a known fighter, though you had never seen him in combat. But a sharp internal voice striking as sharp as a rattlesnake tells you not to put your faith in bounty hunters.

Not even Din.

You squeeze away the tears clouding up your eyes and try to sleep alone under the desert’s ever watchful eye.

Staring up at the clear beautiful sky, you watch as the stars twinkle down below.

There were children’s tales about wishing on stars, on how seeing one fly across the sky was the reminder of how quick and fast wishes come. You remember even telling that story to your favorite little carrot stealing bug.

Emotions clog your throat even more at the thought of the baby and his father.

Something in you whispers to make a wish. That maybe at this hour of feeling so lost, a wish is all you have.

But again, wishing on stars, wishing for bounty hunters to make a miraculous return from the horizon, is for children. And you are too old to hold onto wishes when your town faces a real chaos that wishes might not be able to maybe save.

A day passes among the hills.

The next day, talk bubbles among some of the townsfolk to try and take the county back. But even you know the ammunition would not withstand the sheer force of the bandits.

And the bandits are apparently a stubborn group.

Their leader, a terrifying man with a wild beard by the name of Gorian Shard, announces with a loud voice to Karga they will never leave.

“A fair retribution for you not serving my men and then discovering your precious bounty hunter killed more of my comrades!”

Your heart again jumps at the thought of it being Din.

But your mind races to the worst possibilities. Did he encounter these raiders and not make it out alive? What about the baby?

You refuse to let yourself dwindle on those thoughts. You can’t. You have to find a way to keep moving, find a way out of this situation.

The townsfolk grow restless and worried, more so than you.

“Now everyone please, just hold on. I know help is on the way!” Karga urges, a voice of reason and faith. It settles everyone enough as another night among the wilderness arrives.

This time clouds cluster in the skies above and hide the stars. You think it’s fitting as you go to sleep with tears in your eyes.

You think of Kargas words, the idea of holding onto faith. You suppose even now a part of you still greedily clutches onto a last bit of hope that you’ll see your cowboy again.

You glance up at the cloudy sky again.

Even though there are no stars out, your heart now sends out a whisper of a wish. It’s a simple one.

What else do you have to lose making a wish now?

So you wish for safety - for you, for the town, and for your two boys that you hope more than ever are alive.

Soft low mummering wakes you up. Above stretches a soft periwinkle blue morning sky. When you rise you find so many staring down towards the town.

When you go to see what has everyone in a commotion, your breath gets snatched right out of your chest.

Din is fast on his horse.

He moves rapidly between the buildings and among the shadows that you believe you might have just imagined him.

But then, he swiftly rides out from a sharp corner and shoots three bandits down.

The towns people cry in absolute cheer but your eyes are on the cowboy moving like a phantom. It really is him.

Din.

He’s not alone though. More riders move in to take down the bandits but everyone including yourself focus on the mystery rider.

“Isn’t that the man with no eyes!? The one with the face you can’t even see?” Someone whispers.

“No…can’t be.” Another voice argues.

Karga suddenly chuckles, warm and reassured. “Trust me, my friends. That is indeed the same bounty hunter. He’s ours.”

A sharp flash of possessiveness rises.

You want to correct the Mayor and say he’s yours. That bounty hunter is your bounty hunter, the one who’s son eats from your garden, the bounty hunter who’s favorite fruit is oranges, whose face you knew and existence is now carved a deep cavern in your heart.

Din.

Your bounty hunter.

He’s a wonder to watch in action. Smooth, swift, firing with precision and maneuvering with an almost grace.

Your throat goes dry thinking of how strong this cowboy is the same one who once got flustered when he told you he can’t dance.

The bandits are effortlessly taken down by Din and the reinforcements he brought. Peace returns with the warm dawn. A beautiful relieved joy bursts through the crowd as everyone starts the descent back to the town. Your legs barely carry you but you eventually find yourself there among your town.

Rubble lines the streets. A few shops including the cantina took the worst damage. A steady rebuild is already being discussed among the townsfolk but your attention rests entirely on the black bandana wearing man.

He’s alive.

The baby sits cozy in his arms, smiling as bright as a new sun. Your mind can’t even process the thought of Din riding into battle with the kid.

Then a woman walks towards him.

Her gait is steady, confident. When she removes her hat to wipe her face, striking auburn colored hair falls from under her hat. She is lovely and it dawns on you that she was with the reinforcements.

You can’t help but admire her for being a part of the group who help liberate and retrieve your home. But when she moves closer to talk to Din, even playfully smiles at the baby, your heart starts deflating.

Soon Karga walks forward to speak to the hunters and the townspeople.

The entire time he talks you stay hidden against the shadow of a building, watching. The woman stands next to Din the entire time and grins so fondly. That look only intensifies when she goes to stare at him. Her eyes are molten and when Din turns back to her, he nods.

You hate that you cannot see his eyes.

The wilderness is not a forgiving thing. It brings in many travelers that simply come and go and it seems Din might be one of them. Because of course he would be close with another, a true cowgirl who can handle the wilderness and his ever changing lifestyle.

He never mentioned another woman in his life, but you suppose you wouldn’t either if you were in his position.

You wonder now if your existence to him was a simple way to pass the time, if you were just a quiet pit stop not ever meant to hold him for long. You try not to let these acidic jealous thoughts poison you, but it’s too late.

Before Din can turn to look towards the crowd, you turn on your heels and walk away against the shadows of the building.

You go to help the clerk, his sweet wife clean up the shop as best as you can.

“I wonder if the bounty hunter we’ve seen around here with the black bandana is handsome?” The clerk’s wife offers trying to lighten the space and her husband chuckles.

You stay quiet while your heart whispers out that yes, that bounty hunter is quite handsome.

When exhaustion mixes too dangerously with the heartbreak still brimming in your body, you decide to slip home.

You don’t even realize how long this day has been until you step out of the shop and find the sun already making her way to bed over the horizon.

It's comforting in a strange way.

The sun will rise again tomorrow, a new day, and so will you. You will move on.

You walk forward, straight out of the town and to the outskirts to where your cabin sits. You want to cry seeing your home thankfully still standing. A few animals are gone. Some crops and even stored goods from the shed have been stolen. The inside of your house is a ransacked clutter.

In the stillness, among the settled destruction, quiet tears sting your eyes.

You don’t know if it’s from the exhaustion of these past few days or the ache knowing your bounty hunter might be taken away from you by something fiercer than the wilderness.

He’s alive, your heart whispers.

You got your wish.

And that is true, but heavens above the truth hurts a violent ache.

Footsteps against the porch outside make you jump and whip around to stare from inside your house. There against your open doorway stands a beautiful shadow.

“Din…” Your voice even sounds hollow saying his name.

He pulls his mask down. His stunning handsome face stares at you wide as if you’re the phantom. Then he moves with a blinding speed you witnessed against the bandits.

In quick steps he is suddenly before you and then, you are in his arms.

He smells of gunpowder, sweat and something faintly him. It’s intoxicating and you can’t even stop yourself. Your arms wrap around him tight.

He breathes your name out and you think it might even sound like a shaken watery prayer.

“I didn’t see you among the others and I thought…I thought the worst, honey.” Din speaks with a heavy tone as thick as a torn bush.

That sweet but cursed nickname ignites a tender warmth through your body.

“I did too, about you.” You reply back small and in a waterlogged voice. “Haven’t seen you in months and I thought…”

You can’t even utter the words.

You instead simply allow yourself this moment to hold him tight.

“I know.” Din answers low. “The job took a lot longer than I thought. I’m sorry.”

“But then Karga sent me that ‘gram.” His voice steels hard.

So, it was him that Karga was speaking about.

“And I had to come back.” Din breathes out and squeezes you in his arms. His face even burrows against the top of your head and your eyes go wide.

Quietly your mind conjures up the image of the beautiful woman with the sunset colored hair and your eyes go misty.

So many emotions swirl in you that you can’t even swim against their tides to steady yourself.

A soft coo comes from the door now and instantly you and Din pull away from each other. Waddling in with wide eyes is the baby.

Without hesitation you leave Din’s arms to rush to the kid who once he sees you lights up. Then his arms reach out wide and grabby towards you. So effortlessly you scoop the little critter in your arms and pepper kisses across his face.

His sweet little coos twinkle like the sweetest wind chime.

“You came back just to eat more of my veggies didn’t you, little bug?” You laugh watery as the baby giggles so bright.

For the rest of the evening the little babe stays cozy in your arms refusing to leave even as you and Din slowly start cleaning up the cabin.

It’s a slow, quiet process.

Neither of you ask how the other is, how the other has been these missing months. The tension in the air clouds with a thickness you don’t know how to navigate.

Eventually the baby falls asleep quickly and happily snuggled in the makeshift bed.

Exhausted and in a type of trance all you can do is plop yourself on the edge of your porch. Din with his boots echoing on the wood quietly moves to sit beside you.

“Are you alright?” Din surprisingly speaks first in a comforting and low tone.

“Yeah it’s just… it’s been a long day.” It’s been a long couple of days, a couple of months and now, your ghost is materialized beside you.

“I bet.” Din comforts you so gently. “Don’t worry. We’ll get this place back to the way it was, honey.”

We will.

He included himself in those plans.

“You don’t have to stay too long,” but you reply low into the early evening air. “I understand your work keeps you busy and…”

The words become barbed and cut your throat on the way out.

“I know you had to come back because Karga sent out that distress signal. But I know this isn’t your home.”

Bounty hunters don’t stay in one place for long. He’s teaching you that.

And besides, what home could you truly give him?

The one you have now needs major repairs from the damage done by the bandits. Even before then your life compared to his is a simple mundane quietness that he might grow bored of.

Among the wilderness, the mirage is a sea of deception. It distorts the landscape before your eyes and for some reason that has you thinking of the times Din has returned to you from other jobs. You suppose that is what happened with you and Din. You wandered too deep into an unbelievable daydream and got stuck in the mirage, in the illusion of building a life with this man.

Din is still so far away, just out of your reach shimmering in the distance and untouchable.

After all, your bounty hunter is considered a ghost.

“I…” Din’s voice catches on itself and when you turn to him, the look on his face breaks your soul. His deep soil eyes are glossy, soaked with tears. His mouth opens in a sad frown.

Din swallows hard. Then his gorgeous sun kissed features frown even as confusion flickers in his gaze.

“I did come back for Karga, yes. But I came back because my home was in danger. Because you were in danger.”

His voice is clouded with conviction but running through it is an undercurrent of hurt.

Tears start to stream down your cheeks as free as rivers while you stare at him.

“You had to come home.” You croak the words out and a wild adoration resonates through your body.

Din nods firm, resolved.

You don’t know who moves first, who strikes first, but it doesn’t matter. The two of you are clutching each other and Din’s mouth kisses yours with the same wild power he shows in combat. He’s unrelenting and desperate but you suppose so are you.

The nights were long alone with your hand and simply thinking of his broad back, his beautiful thick neck, the feeling of his strong hands against you. And now, he is real solid flesh and blood beneath your fingertips. His tongue licks into your mouth trying to taste and consume everything you have. Your hands run to his hair and softly his hat falls away leaving you the bare face bounty hunter who you love entirely.

You clutch onto his shoulders and suddenly pull him close not even caring where you are.

Your back hits against the wood of the porch as Din leans down above. Din groans loud when his lips kiss your neck tasting the salt of your skin. Your eyes close in bliss.

He kisses a fiery path down your neck to your shoulders.

“Can I remove this, honey?” His voice is a debauched croak as he tugs at your garment blouse. Those deep eyes of his peer up at you beautiful fathomless abyss you want to fade into. Once you nod quickly he slips your blouse down exposing your chest to the evening air.

You wonder if a wild spirit has possessed you to let Din do this on your front porch but you embrace it. Especially when his tongue begins circling your nipple. Your mouth presses tight to and not let a whine escape you.

He suddenly kisses your breast with tenderness. He’s soft and lets his tongue trace a mindless path against your skin. It makes your body melt. Then he wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks loudly.

Your body leans up trying to get closer to him, trying to grind against any part of him, to get relief.

Din becomes a man possessed himself, licking and sucking both of your breasts until saliva coats them both

You sigh his name to the wind.

He finally draws back to stare down at you. He has never looked more beautiful. His eyes are completely blown out like a moonless night staring at you with pure devotion.

You lean up kiss him not even caring at how cold the air is against your bare chest. You need to be near him, need to consume him as much as he’s already consuming you.

Then the crunch of footsteps on the gravel approaches.

The sound galvanizes you both in a frenzy.

You rapidly yank your blouse up. Din effortlessly leans across you fast, almost covering you, as he whips to face forward. You realize it’s a type of protective move that makes your heart swell.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” A woman’s voice arrives amused.

Now scrambling up, you gently move Din away. There standing a few feet away from the entrance to the porch is the woman with the sunset hair.

She grins a coy knowing thing and your heart drops.

You stare at her petrified. She simply grins warmer. Then she winks at you before turning her gaze to Din.

“I just wanted to let you know that myself and a few others are heading back to camp. Don’t want to keep my dear wife waiting too long after all.” She chuckles. “I’m assuming you’ll be staying here.”

Wait, wife? Confusion creeps in hearing her words.

“Yes.” Din replies with a curt nod.

“I figured.” The woman smiles and then flickers her attention back to you. With a poised warm expression she nods to you and you nod back, a bit stunned.

“Take care Din, enjoy your time back home. We’ll see you soon.” She says with a deep kindness and you don’t miss the way she phrases Din being back home.

“You as well Bo.” He bids her goodbye.

The woman, Bo, gives you a final warm grin and then walks to her horse you can spot faintly in the darkness.

“Who was that?” You have to ask.

“A good friend. She’s married to my people’s blacksmith. The two of them were the ones who rallied the reinforcements that helped me today.” Din explains simply.

Your eyes go wide. All the jealousy feels embarrassing now and you want to bring that woman back so you can both thank her and apologize.

“I’ll have to thank her and the others soon.” You mutter and Din hums a quiet agreeing noise.

“I would be honored to introduce you to them.” Din affirms.

The confusion you had quickly turns into a slight amusement tickling your lips and a small giggle even almost escapes you.

This day has been a whirlwind finally setting you down on your feet and now here you are, with your cowboy.

So you slide closer to him on the patio and curl your arms around his torso. Your body leans and curls against his back.

Closing your eyes, you burrow your face against Din’s strong solid frame. The fabric of his under shirt smells faintly of sunlight and something uniquely Din.

You kiss his back with the gentlest of pressure and Din draws your arms around him closer. He exhales a deep sigh you feel being so close against him.

A soft summer breeze of the desert breathes new life through the air.

“We’ll have to fix the fence tomorrow.” Din quietly notes and you hum in agreement.

There was much work to do. You even dread for a split moment thinking of all the work that has to be done in the heat tomorrow. But you also imagine the baby wandering around babbling so sweetly as he wears Din’s way too big hat…

And Din being by your side every step.

You squeeze him tighter, a silent apology for ever doubting this incredible force of a man.

“Welcome home.” You whisper to him.

Din’s hand squeezes yours.

“Yeah…M’home, honey.”

In your arms, you have caught a phantom of the wilderness and you plan to hold onto him as long as you can.

#I know everyone is on the spiderman Miguel train and I love and support y’all I just miss our space Cowboy that’s all #plus knowing that me and maybe two other babes might read this is enough to make my little heart say yeehaw 🤠 #Din 🩶 #cowboy din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #Din Djarin x reader #din djarin x you

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

HERE IS A COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF PROBABLY MOST OF THE STUFF I LIKE! Feel free to ask me about any of it

PERSONALITY TYPING: INFP 4w3 (471)

BOOKS: Grishaverse, Lord of the Rings, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Song of Achilles, The Prince of Tides, The House in the Cerulean Sea, Harry Potter (unfortunately), Gone With the Wind, His Dark Materials, A Far Wilder Magic, The Hate U Give, The Outsiders, The Devil and the Dark Water, They Both Die At The End, Riordanverse, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Warriors

MOVIES: Titanic, Dead Poets Society, It’s A Wonderful Life, Little Women 2019, NOPE, Pan’s Labyrinth, The Sixth Sense, Terminator (especially 2), Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Addams Family (1991) The Shawshank Redemption, Parasite, Knives Out/Glass Onion, Tar, Harriet, Romeo and Juliet (1968), Interstellar, Forrest Gump, Schindler’s List, The Princess Bride, Get Out, Lady Bird, Silence of the Lambs, The Truman Show, The Wall, 12 Angry Men, Recovery, so so many animated movies (especially WALL-E, The Prince of Egypt, The Hunchback of Notre Dame and Howl’s Moving Castle!), SOME Marvel movies (mostly guardians and spidey)

TV SHOWS (live action): LOST, Breaking Bad, Doctor Who, Person of Interest, Good Omens, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Downton Abbey, Ted Lasso, My So Called Life, Stranger Things, Broadchurch, Alias, Sherlock, Maid, The Last of Us, Dark, Happy Valley, Takin’ Over The Asylum, The Sandman, Heartstopper, Jessica Jones, Andi Mack, The Queen’s Gambit, Derry Girls, The Office, A Series of Unfortunate Events, 1899, Mare of Easttown, Around the World in 80 Days

ANIME AND CARTOONS: Fullmetal Alchemist (both versions), Avatar, Steven Universe, Phineas and Ferb, Death Note, Assassination Classroom, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, Monster, Spy X Family, Ouran High School Host Club, My Hero Academia, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Toradora, Gravity Falls, The Owl House, Cowboy Bebop, Erased, Mob Psycho 100, Kotaro Lives Alone, Ducktales

MUSIC: Queen, Taylor Swift, My Chemical Romance, Adele, Jeff Buckley, Will Wood, Olivia Rodrigo, The Beatles, Billy Joel, Hozier, The Proclaimers, Mitski, Fiona Apple, Brandi Carlile, Janelle Monáe, Alanis Morrissette, Sinead O'Connor, Nina Simone, David Bowie, BTS, Stray Kids, Day-6, Kelly Clarkson; Guns N Roses, Muse, Beyonce, Lana Del Rey, Pink Floyd, Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, George Michael, Heart, Radiohead…

MUSICALS: Les Miserables, Great Comet, Ragtime, Phantom of the Opera, Hadestown, Hamilton, Wicked, Come From Away, Matilda, Falsettos, Jesus Christ Superstar, Anastasia, Evita, The Last Five Years, The Sound of Music, West Side Story, The Clockmaker’s Daughter, Ride the Cyclone, Sweeney Todd, Parade, Little Shop of Horrors, Cats, In The Heights, Into the Woods, She Loves Me, Sunday in the Park with George, Lizzie, Newsies, Bonnie and Clyde, The Secret Garden, The Wild Party, Cabaret, Putnam County Spelling Bee…(I also love Shakespeare!)

VIDEO GAMES: basically just Super Mario Bros and Undertale but boy do I love Super Mario Bros and Undertale

YOUTUBERS: Schaffrillas Productions, Cinema Therapy, The Authentic Observer, Matt Rose, PMSeymour, Katherine Steele, The Swiftologist, FilmCooper, Sideways, Anthony Fantano and too many others to mention

FAVE ROLES I’VE PLAYED: Elsa in Frozen, Morticia in The Addams Family, Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet, Iolanthe in Iolanthe, Juror #8 in 12 Angry Jurors

#not bothering with tags this is just literally for my followers/anyone who visits my page #also I didn’t want to duplicate titles by medium #Like putting LOTR in both the books and movies section #for space ya know #so if there’s a good adaptation of something on this list assume it’s on here too in spirit #LOTR are literally my favorite movies of all time but there’s more space in the book section #Same with PnP Harry Potter etc

[cornwithhorn]

Welcome to my Tumblr page!

Hello, hello, hello, the name is Corn or Cornelious. I'm Non-Binary going by They/Them. And I'm also Bisexual. I'm 18yrs old, and I generally prefer if minors don't interact with my blog considering I sometimes post drawings that lean more on the NSFW side of things, and I sometimes reblog stuff that's not meant for kids. So if you're a minor, I kindly ask you leave. For your safety and my own. On my Tumblr page, I post art, my hyperfixations, sleep deprived rambles, and all as such. I love these Movies/TV Shows: Doctor Who (9-12 fucking hate 13) Invader Zim, Trollhunters, Good Omens, Ghost Adventures, Darkwing Duck, Ash Vs. Evil Dead, The Dark Crystal, The Labyrinth, Star Trek DS9, Beetlejuice, Gargoyles, Rocky Horror Picture Show, The X-Files, The Addams Family, DBZ, MIB 1-3, Gremlins 1-2, and TMNT (2010 because it's the best version and you can fight me on that). I like these Movies/TV Shows: Star Trek Voyage, Edward Scissor Hands, Beetlejuice, The Lost Boys, The Neverending Story, Willow, Goonies, Critters 1-4, It old and new, Duck Tales, Astro Boy (The original), Inspector Gadget, Sweet Tooth, Angel, The Matrix, Back to the Future, Sailor Moon, The Witches (I fucking hate the newer one), The Pagemaster, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Casper (Live Action), Hook (Live Action), Jumanji (Old, I think the newer ones were alright), Hercules, Anastasia, Bartok the Magnificent, Matilda, Hocus Pocus (The old one, the new one was alright I guess), Ferngully, The Muppet Christmas Carol, The Brave Little Toaster, Wild Wild West, The Iron Giant, A Goofy Movie, Aladdin (Original one), The Lion King, The Jungle Book, Cats Don't Dance (Watch it if you can, it's so underrated), and I love these music artists: Forrest Day, Sub Urban, Will Wood and the Tapeworms, Imagine Dragons, Lemon Demon, The Correspondents, Venga Boys, Lady Gaga, Queen, Twenty One Pilots, David Bowie, Elton John, Neoni, Cg5, Missio, Layto, Unlike Pluto, Glass Animals, SAFIA, ck9c, AViVA, Aurelio Voltaire, Adam Jensen, updog, Jake Daniels, The Chainsmokers, Jagwar Twin, Des Rocs, YOHIO, NIVIRO, Depeche Mode, grandson, Weathers, Halsey, Icarus Dive, Dagames, FAKE TYPE., Cosmo Sheldrake, Lorde, Lewis Blisset, They Might Be Giants, Mia Rodriguez, UPSAHL, The Ready Set, Timmy Trumpet, Bronze Radio Return, Napolean XIV, and Conor Maynar. I love these video games: The Last of Us, PVZ, Psychonauts, Batman Arkham Asylum, Destroy All Humans, Little Big Planet, Infamous, Skyrim, Fallout New Vegas, Kingdom of Amalur Reckoning, Medievil, Dragons Crown, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Stray, Skylanders Spyros Adventure, Alice Madness Returns, Ratchet and Clank: Tools of Destruction, Astroneer, Minecraft, Terraria, Forager, Cookie Clicker, Grounded, Roblox SCP: 3008 Infinite Ikea, Roblox Bee Swarm Simulator, Ark: Survival Evolved, Sonic the Hedgehog, Pacman, Alex Kidd, Bonanza Bros, Death Jr. Root of Evil Wii, Coralina Wii game, Rabbids Rayman TV Wii, and Mario Kart Wii. DNI: P*dophile/MAP

Minor N*crophilia

Foot Fetish

Scat or piss fetish

Conservative/Republican/Far Righter/Libertarian

Transphobic, Homophobic, racist, sexist, and or misogynistic

#welcome page

[anyaexe]

character inspiration: darlene alderson (mr. robot), georgina sparks (gossip girl), fox mulder (the x-files), chloe (don’t trust the b---- in apartment 23), villanelle (killing eve), maeby fünke (arrested development), beth harmon (the queen’s gambit), elaine benes (seinfeld), han solo (star wars), jade west (victorious), maddy perez (euphoria), kalinda sharma (the good wife)

{ DAVIKA HOORNE, 22, DEMI-GIRL, SHE/THEY } Is that CHARANYA ‘ANYA’ SAETANG? A JUNIOR originally from LONDON, UK, they decided to come to Ogden College to study COMPUTER SCIENCE on an ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re DETERMINATOR on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.  user/asaetang/documents/folder/information/basic info.

full name: charanya saetang nickname: anya, annie, chara birthdate: 15 april 2000 birth place: highbury, islington, london, uk big six: aries sun, aries moon, aries rising, aries mercury, taurus venus, taurus mars gender: demi-girl orentiation: lesbian

user/asaetang/documents/folder/information/personality.

+ bright, vivacious, funny, determined, engaging, captivating, lively

- unrelenting, impulsive, confrontational, short-sighted, destructive, harsh

three skills: guessing passwords, picking locks, tying cherry stems with their tongue. primary trope: the determinator. secondary tropes: the gadfly, deadpan snarker, karma houdini, jerk with a heart of gold, moral myopia, big sister instinct, dark action girl, toxic friend influence, pet the dog, troll, wild card, unreliable narrator

user/asaetang/documents/folder/biography.

 anya came into the world a harbinger of chaos. not even ten minutes after her entrance into the world, and she’s flung out her tiny little arm, accidentally swiping a vase of flowers off the nearby hospital bedside table in the process. when recounting the story later, their parents speak of it as an omen. a sign of what was to come. as a child, they’re a handful. a force to be reckoned with. all balled fists and scrubbed knees, tantrums and clever tricks. there’s nothing particularly notable about their childhood. her parents love her, in spite of her stubborn streak, and the neighbourhood kids make up for the lack of any siblings. it’s all good, all so picturesque. but they’re so bored it hurts.

she’s in her early teens the first time she has unmonitored access to a computer. it’s quarter past midnight, and they have accidentally downloaded a virus onto their family computer. their first thought is this: fuck. their second is that there has to be some way to pick this thing apart. it’s seven in the morning by the time she dozes off, the piece of malware well and truly gone. 

from there, it’s history. she’s never been good at anything before, but she’s damn good at this computer business. write assembly language like it’s their mother tongue. able to spot a missing semicolon in a sea of nonsensical texts. small computer programs turn to looking for exploits on major websites. the boredom is dampened a little, muffled slightly, with each time she uses an sql injection to return data that should be encypted. with each little stupid thing they deal with online. but it’s still there, lurking at the back of her mind, like a tiger. ready to pounce. and she’d do anything to keep it at bay.

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There’s no stopping the determinator, they set themselves a goal, and they strive tirelessly towards it, letting absolutely nothing get in their way. And what Anya wants, Anya gets. It doesn’t matter what it is, how ludicrous the idea might be, whether other people will get caught in the crossfire - once she’s set her mind on something, it’s final. It’s happening. Even in instances where this comes at a detriment to themselves, or to people they care about. Chaos follows in her wake, constantly at her heel like a well-trained dog. It’s not that they are intentionally looking to wreak havoc, it’s just an unfortunate consequence. After it has all burnt down, Anya rises from the ashes with a shrug and a grin, ready to do the same thing again. For someone who can retain so much information, it’s truly astonishing how little she’s able to learn from their own mistakes.

print(”relationship to greer”)

Considering how much of our lives currently play out online, it’s good to have someone on your side who knows how to navigate cyberspace. Someone who knows what buttons to press (quite literally, in this case). And that is exactly the role Anya filled for Greer. It was simple work, a grade average changed a couple of points here, a fake ID ordered there. Occasionally gaming the system to get people Greer didn’t like suspended on various social media platforms. Small things, things no one would notice. Nothing particularly intrusive. Anya never really considered the morality of the services they were providing. Truthfully, she couldn’t care less whether she was doing the right thing. After all, moral high grounds don’t measure up to a crisp bank note in your hand or a few moment spent in a quiet corner of the library, hunched over a poorly lit laptop screen with a pretty girl. 

#ogdenintro

[ii-vegas-ii]

Crowley and Aziraphale spend part of the 1800’s chasing down bounties during the wild west.

Aziraphale gets to report that he’s putting away some very bad people and Crowley tells Hell that he’s taking bad people to jail so they can be put to death and their souls can be collected.

Either way, it’s more of a ploy so they can spend time together

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