#i meant to post this ages ago but forgot!

[lavendermoonlitskies]

Fanfic Friday: fic recs!

Hiii everyone, happy Friday! I forgot that I made a post like this ages ago for fanfic Friday, but I’ve read a bunch since then so here are some recommendations of Good Omens fics I’ve enjoyed recently:

“Heaven isn't built to house a love like you and I” by ItsScottiesStark

Rating: T

Length: 37,291 (8 chapters)

Summary: They did it. They stopped Armageddon. They survived.

This was it, the first time they were actually free to finally figure out what their side entailed.

Aziraphale is a being of love. Always has been. And now, all the love he has for Crowley is free to flow from the edge of his fingertips to the demon's, in a gesture that could only mean one thing; I'm with you. I'm here.

As much as his hands itch to reach out for the love of his existence, his words seem to fail him, time and time again. He knows Crowley deserves more than gentle hand holding and forehead kisses in the dark. He aches to scream his love from the top of his lungs, for the whole world to hear. And the demon knows it.

And he waits. Because he'll wait forever for Aziraphale. Because he knows they are meant to be one.

This one is great at immediately grabbing your attention. It starts on the bus during that scene towards the end of season 1 where Aziraphale holds Crowley’s hand, which very smoothly leads in to this theme of physical contact and how although they’re both unfamiliar with it, it’s secretly something they both long for from the other. Without spoiling too much, they sort of subtly lean into this desire for physical affection in a way that’s incredibly sweet yet almost tragic with how hesitant they are at the start of it. You can tell that they want so desperately to let the other know how much they care, but they still don’t know if the other is on the same page (so “he waits. Because he’ll wait forever for Aziraphale.”). This writer is really great at conveying how much they really love each other, highly recommend!

“Twin Suns” by IneffableDoll

Rating: T

Length: 7,291 words (3 chapters)

Summary: “I thought you were gone,” Crowley mumbled, and it was almost cliché, it was almost the kind of sentimental rubbish he would’ve moaned at had he heard it from someone else. But they were the rawest words he could manage. He’d thought Aziraphale was gone. That was all, and it said everything.

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Directly following their celebratory meal at the Ritz, Aziraphale and Crowley clash with the feelings that struggle to settle after everything they’ve been through. And, in so doing, learn to rely on and communicate with each other in new ways.

Similar in concept to the previous one I mentioned, this fic takes place after the events of season 1. They get into some real honest conversations (something I love reading in fics because the characters in canon are not at that point yet and I am HUNGRY for some emotional honesty from them), and something I really love about this one is how patient they are with each other. In chapter one Crowley says that he’s not ready for this conversation, and Aziraphale respects that. Without spoiling too much more, they’re both super careful with the other’s boundaries as they kind of start to think and talk more about the love they have for each other that they’ve never really gotten the chance to explore until now. I absolutely love how they take things nice and slow, attentive to how the other is feeling about all of this. This kind of love is a new concept for the both of them, but they wouldn’t want it with anyone else, and so they try. And I think that’s beautiful.

“Icebergs and Angels” by The_Bentley

Rating: T/M (two versions)

Length: 23,498/24,929 words (8 chapters each)

Summary: It's 1912 and Aziraphale, not wanting to be lonely during his mission aboard Titanic, invites Crowley along for a cruise. But he boards the ship before knowing exactly what his mission is. When he learns Heaven wants to teach humanity a lesson for the claim even God couldn't sink it, it could damage his relationship with Crowley, who has his own views on Heaven's need to punish innocents. Can he repair things with Crowley and can they work together to save as many lives as possible?

The concept of this one is so cool, and very much something I could see actually happening in the show as another historical flashback/mini-sode. Aziraphale is given a mission from Heaven that entails many humans losing their lives, he’s obviously not on-board with that, and Crowley is there to help him save as many human lives as possible because, as much as he’d hate to admit it, he really is a nice demon who very much disapproves of Heaven’s disregard for human life. Throughout this one you get to see how the two of them interact with the humans, all while Aziraphale is battling this inner conflict of wanting to just go along with Heaven’s orders without questioning it while simultaneously knowing that it’s wrong. The narration is great, beautifully written and I really felt like the writer understands these characters on a very deep level. There are two different versions of this one, both of which are fantastic. I personally felt that the more platonic/aroace approach to Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship in the context of this particular story was more fitting, but if you’d like something a little spicier I thought that the Mature rated one was just as good! (I’m linking the non-spicy version here, but the link to the spicy one is in the summary!)

#good omens #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfic #good omens fic #good omens fanfic rec #fanfic #fanfic friday #fic recs #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #good omens fandom

[lilyrizzy]

For the prompt thingy - daniel taking care of max when he was sick in jeddah please? 🤲

I know this is a prompt thingy from ages ago, but I hope you like it anyway anon!

Cw: descriptions of throwing up

There’s a horrible retching noise coming through the bathroom door, followed by the telltale sound of liquid hitting liquid. Daniel rattles the knob again, already having found it locked the first time he tried.

“Maxy,” he calls again, voice a sing-song, “Maxy, open the door.”

For a moment, Daniel thinks Max is ignoring him, then-

More sounds of him violently throwing up.

“I think I am dying, Daniel,” he eventually manages to catch, a muffled whimper, “and I cannot of course take you down with me.”

There is something echoey in Max’s voice, probably because it’s bouncing off the ceramic of the toilet that his head is currently stuck in. Resting his forehead against the door, Daniel can’t help but smile at his flare for the dramatic, though maybe that isn’t totally fair. He probably does feel like he’s dying.

“Life isn’t worth living without you, baby,” he answers, a joke, but- Well. “Don’t you want me to rub your back, or, uh-“ He tries to remember what his mum would do for him the days he’d stay home from school, wagging or not, “-put a cold flannel on your forehead?”

Really, that could go either way. Max is picky with when he wants to be touched and when he wants to be left alone, and Daniel is mostly good these days at reading that. Cuddles after sex are a must, but to sleep? No way. Some things though, he’s still learning.

There’s no answer, and with Max sometimes that is the answer, so Daniel is getting ready to walk away, go back to the UFC match they were watching before Max bolted from the sofa back to the toilet, and add does not like to be held when sick to the growing list of ways he knows Max like nobody else, except-

The lock snicks, and when Daniel tries the door again it opens.

Max is already retreating to his position, praying to the porcelain god, by the time Daniel gets through the door. The room smells disgusting, but Daniel doesn’t dare say that in case it gets him stuck on the other side again, helpless. He can’t do much in here either, but if Max let him in it’s because he wants him.

It’s only seconds before Max is gagging again, not throwing up exactly but giving it a bloody good go.

“Oh sweetheart," Daniel says, and the sudden rush of tenderness both surprises him and has him crouching down beside Max, hand moving in circles over his shoulder blades like promised.

His offers of support hadn’t exactly been disingenuous, but Daniel hasn’t exactly won any medals for boyfriend of the year before, so it’s a shock how quickly the actions change from feeling like an obligation, to those born from the need to see Max better, to see him smile.

Which is maybe a little much to ask for. Instead, Max coughs, then spits, then groans miserably. Standing again, Daniel fills up the glass he usually uses for mouthwash with cold water and offers it to him, but Max pitifully shakes his head.

“It will only come back up again, I think,” he grimaces, and yeah. He’s probably right. “I think this is your fault.”

“My fault?” Daniel questions with a laugh, a little affronted. Squeezing Max’s shoulder he adds, “I’m not that desperate for your seat, mate.”

It gets him that smile he was after from Max, which feels like a small victory.

“You made me eat that spicy chicken,” he insists, resting his forehead against their toilet seat. “From the Indian restaurant last week. I told you it makes my tummy bad.”

Tummy. Something that feels a lot like love twists itself around Daniel’s heart.

“I don’t think some chicken you ate over a week ago is making you sick, babe,” Daniel can’t help but point out, even though Max is right, he did make him try some of his Chicken Jalfrezi. “Maybe it was the pizza.”

Later, after, naked in bed, Daniel went for his classic while Max insisted on one with all kinds of weird and wonderful deli meats slapped on top, so it’s not exactly rocket science.

Daniel is one hundred percent sure it’s the pizza.

An impulse order last night after getting a little too wine drunk and giggly in the apartment together, a rare evening of quiet fun between Max’s hectic race schedule. Daniel promising that Max would like the next glass of red just so he could watch the alcohol stain his lips darker and darker, to kiss the taste of it out of his mouth.

Max is shaking his head though, his hair especially blonde in the almost fluorescent light of the bathroom. His eyes are shut.

“Pizza would not betray me like this, I think.”

This time, Daniel doesn’t argue, just leans to press a kiss to the sweaty back of Max’s neck. Max makes a soft humming noise, not exactly happy but- Almost.

“Sorry I am so gross,” he croaks out after a few beats more of silence, and he is but he’s also Daniel’s to take care of.

“Hey,” he tries, rubbing the shell of Max’s ear now, “I’m the one who was about the bust down the door to get in.” Then because it doesn’t feel quite enough, he adds, “gross or not gross, sickness and in health, baby.”

Max laughs, eyes still closed. There’s too much stubble on his jaw, too much breadth to his shoulders for Daniel to think he looks anything like he did in the Red Bull briefings, eighteen with his head on the table like he was sleeping, and yet his mind pulls him back to that Max anyway.

How far he’s come, how far they both have.

“That is for if you are married,” Max says, as though he is reminding Daniel. Like he thinks maybe Daniel is a little crazy for bringing it up, and maybe he is, but it doesn’t feel like that.

When you know, you know, his mum had always told him and for almost two decades of dating he would roll his eyes at her and bite down how not everyone could have the perfect love story she and his dad did. These days, he thinks she’s onto something.

“Yeah Maxy, you’re right,” he says, instead of the words he wants to. Let’s fucking do it then. Nobody wants to get proposed two between rounds of vomit after only eight months.

#i meant to post this ages ago but forgot! #sorry it took so long anon! #sorry its also a bit soppy haha #max/daniel #fic

[naruto--headcanons]

Kakashi lived in Sakumo's old home for around 2-5 years after Sakumo's death. (Sakumo died when he was 4, just for reference.)

Kakashi didn't move out of there until Tsunade once found him there, in his dad's room, punching holes in the walls and demolishing things.

Tsunade doesn't remember Kakashi collapsing into her arms. Tsunade doesn't remember Kakashi sobbing nonsense to her. Tsunade doesn't remember Kakashi passing out.

all she remembers is finding him and all the damage he'd done, both to the walls and himself.

#hatake kakashi #senju tsunade #naruto #meant to post this AGES ago oopsies. #bc id come to the conclusion that Kakashi either moved out right after Sakumo's death or stayed for a while after #and i thought around 2-5 years makes sense #if theres anythign that contradicts this no there isnt #its a headcanon for a reason ;) #naruto headcanons #forgot how to tag oops #there was another i thought i had to also poat but i forgor oops #need to get back to posting on this blog sorry

[melted-snowperson]

picrew chain thingy!!

me fr vs me in my head

tags:

@thinkingaboutctommy @paldeanbooper @b0nejaangles @pancakewithamace and anyone else who wants to join!!

using: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/644129

#partly doing this because i love the picrew #and partly because i never have people to tag as they’ve normally already been tagged #but genius plan! #if i start it i don’t need to worry bout that #person in STEM over here #revolutionary #idk im rambling #anyway enjoy if you decide to do this! #i find the art style of the one really cute #also they have almost my exact current hair it’s great #i meant to post this ages ago and forgot ppfTT #no pressure! just if ya feel like it :D

[jazmonddraws]

OooOooo creepsapastasastas

These are pretty old, but I wanna get in the habit of posting like, at least semi regularly. Probably gonna start posting dangan stuff after posting my digital creep stuff heehoo

#jazmonddraws #Jeff the killer #homicidal Liu #laughing Jack #laughing Jill #phone stop capitalizing the names they don't deserve it #Jane the killer #Nina the killer #creepypasta #Ticci Toby #he deserves it #I meant to post this ages ago but I forgot shhhh

[laurelverses]

Damn what did cohton do?

Acryl: Yeesh. [ACRYL STARSPEAR has been added under known characters]

[ACRYL is now open for asks]

#starbound #mod epitaph #cohton tag #heliotrope tag #chernobyl tag #orion tag #miyu tag #acryl tag #xyelene tag #OH GOOD LORD I MEANT TO GET THIS OUT AGES AGO . I FORGOT TO ALT TEXT IT AND DIDNT POST IT #SORRY

[xwonderlandresidentx]

Brutally Honest Design Opinion Time P.2: Badrien and Claw Noir

(Good lord, I'm super late with this one lol)

Part 1

Starting with Claw Noir. I disliked it more initially, but parts of it have grown on me. The suit is fine for the most part, except I'm not a fan of the bell, I think the spikes would be better served in other places. But that hair and those eyes... eugh... There are ways to make a clashing color pallet work, and this ain't it. A different shade of green, and more purple accents would suit this look better, and the hair needs just a little less volume. I do like the way the jacket changes up his silhouette slightly, I think they should've pushed that a bit more. And the black lipstick is a nice touch.

Next, Badrien.... Gentrified punk. Punk Lite. Diet Punk. Punk La Croix. In other words; I dont like it. I like the direction they're going for, but it feels like they didn't commit. Everything he's wearing is clearly still designer. It's all way too high end and expensive to really sell the rebellious look that I think they were aiming for. Also, why the shoulder pads? It just looks like the changes from the original short sleeved 3D model are unfinished.

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Bonus: Notes from my fashion designer cousin who is a casual Miraculous fan:

Emonette: "...Did they even change her at all? The only difference I can see is they gave her a pink highlight, and a pout."

Shadybug: "That's really good actually."

Claw Noir: "Not bad, but why'd they do that to his hair?"

Badrien: "... What did they do to him? Don't ever make me have to look at that again."

#I meant to have this out ages ago #but I completely forgot lol #I wanted to post it now though #because I'm working on some redesigns #so stay tuned for those #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #badrien #claw noir #miraculous critical #miraculous paris special

[cxmplexity]

what if i just went insane and wrote a gojo x reader x geto oneshot

#literally no plot just two bestfriends putting their cockalini alfredo in your pasta bowl #i was meant to post my toji fic ages ago but i completely forgot about it lol #cxmpletxt

[yunyebai]

As promised! blurbs about the rest of my muses. I am pretty sure I've gotten back to everyone who liked my last post, but obviously feel free to hit me up if we haven't begun to plot. 🎔

Tyson had a pretty ordinary childhood. Kind of. He was born and raised in Annapolis, Maryland. His father works in some kind of lobbying-adjacent role in DC that Ty doesn’t fully understand, and was always at banquets and fundraisers or otherwise in the capital as often as he was home with his family. His mother is a homemaker obsessed with DIY. Oh, and his sister’s a famous Kpop star!  Tyson’s an embarrassment. He has a knack for being drawn to that which others inevitably label cringe. He’s the world’s oldest iPad baby, grew up on Minecraft and Roblox and Discord, went full-tilt into a furry phase that lasted through high school and into which he sunk thousands of dollars. He’s penned a number of Five Nights at Freddy’s and Undertale and Homestuck fanfics, and owns a not-so-small collection of FNAF and Poppy Playtime plushies. As of now, he lives in the artists' share house, doing digital art commissions for money and trying to figure out a way to stream without totally pissing off his housemates.

PLOTTING POINTS: Tyson lives in the (haunted) share house. Roomies?

Yeongsu moved from Gwangju to Seoul just over a year ago to study film. Growing up, he found it difficult to slot himself into the world, and struggled with befriending his peers on account of an innate social awkwardness; he's not great at reading body language and social cues, and that makes it difficult to navigate relationship. He was hoping to find some kindred spirits to connect with, although that hasn't quite happened for him. It doesn't help that he's flat broke and works a bunch of jobs.

PLOTTING POINTS: Classmates? Yeongsu hangs around the indie music scene a bit. He also works two days a week in a muse store and another two days in a convenience store. Co-workers (past or present)? Exes?

Yoogeun was born in a hospital in Seoul, but has no memory of the city before the age of ten or so, as very shortly after his birth his parents relocated to Texas. It was in Austin that he spent his childhood, although his parents were busybodies that refused to settle. Not out of any malicious impulse, but more because having a stable of international businesses to run sort of necessitates a constant motion. Yoogeun learned to just…go with the flow, to focus on himself and the things he could control; the things in his own orbit. Tuck your arms in and cross your legs and let the water take you where it will.

PLOTTING POINTS: A student at Sungkyunkwan. Classmates? Acquaintances? Yoogeun is very chill and quite friendly so he isn't hard to befriend.

#;;ooc #{I meant to post this ages ago but forgot whoops}

[ringsandbracelets]

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Byers/Original Male Character(s), Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Additional Tags: Abusive Relationships, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, here me out here when i say will is dating an oc please, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - College/University, but idk what american colleges are like, but my beta readers does, Slow Burn, Musician Mike Wheeler, Ballerina Will Byers, Heavy Angst, Cheating, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Unhealthy Relationships, Suicide Attempt, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Trans Mike Wheeler, Referenced Hate Crimes, typical time period use of the world transsexual Series: Part 1 of watching you across the room Summary:

Will is 2 years into a relationship, ten years into a career in ballet, and happy as he can imagine himself. Mike is 7 years into a music career, and unable to see himself happy in another relationship. Meeting was a horribly amazing chance of fate.

⚠️⚠️ was previously called 1993, sorry for randomly changing it after 4 months ⚠️⚠️

#forgot to post this #pls read #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #byler #byler fanfic #my work #insane #save me my brain is insane #i meant to post this #ages ago #and i didnt #byler fanfiction

[tristansarchive]

you can run, you can hide

Summary:

"But sooner or later, It's gonna cut like a knife Sooner or later..."

- Love Is A Suicide, Natalia Kills

In which Oswald and Jerome are only human.

Words: 958, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant; POV Jerome Valeska; Bottom Oswald Cobblepot; Season/Series 04; Arkham Asylum; Fucking Your Enemy Because That's What You Can Get; Unrequited Love; Canon-Typical Violence; Edward Nygma's Origami Penguin; Hurt No Comfort; Pining For Those That Hurt You The Most; Rough Sex;

Read on AO3!

#gotham #mine: fic #jerowald #valeskacest #twinleska #nygmobblepot #nichowrites #jerome valeska #oswald cobblepot #finally posted on ao3 #can y'all believe i forgot about this one #i meant to do it like ages ago #honestly i should go back to this concept #hurt these bitches even more

[enbysiriusblack]

Sy Macdonald (Mary's older sister) hcs:

Actual name is Susan, but most ppl use her nickname, Sy

about 6 years older than Mary, and isn't a wizard (she is a halfblood though, like Mary)

shaves her hair off and has loads of tattoos

also has loads of piercings

moved out with her girlfriend in 1972 but stayed in the same town as her family until Mary moved to Isle of Wight, and Sy went with her

sorta helped raise Mary (their parents worked a lot)

was part of a band for a bit, as a guitarist

works part time as a tattoo artist and piercer

kinda how i imagine her looking:

#i love mary and sy having completely different aesthetics to each other #marauders era #marauders #mary macdonald #sy macdonald #i was meant to post this ages ago but i forgot #sorry guys (specifically to ravi as he asked for this)

[cringeism]

Went shopping the other day and

#txt #bcs #better call saul #saul goodman #and by the other day i mean. maybe a month ago? i meant to post this ages ago but forgot sowwie

[criminal-sen]

I got that fancy new Custom gender😌💅

#i meant to post this AGES ago and forgot #was just clearing out my pics and found it #grindr #grindr meme

[televinita]

One final thought about this partial episode:

You know how my eyes will land on an age difference and be like "is anyone going to ship that?" So...yes. I am absolutely Shipping Wrong. Which I knew not to do, not to mention that I took one look at David Tennant's mustache in the promo material and immediately said "no," so I didn't even think this was going to be an issue.

But I got as far as the utterly defeated bit on the steps and now I'm just like, this poor man is clearly in need of a wife. And Abigail is clearly in need of a crotchety grandmother insisting that she be married off post-haste. I WILL ARRANGED-MARRIAGE YOU. I'll accept a marriage of convenience! (which by the power of forced proximity turns to love. obviously)

Except before I could even pursue that thought, I was off on a rabbit trail muttering "I gotta find a historical romance to soothe my nerves. I gotta," and now I am scraping through Mimi Matthews' back catalog because I KNOW that woman has something for me, so long story short that's why I've been knocked off course and am not actually finishing even one ep tonight.

#as for the fruits of my labors: The Work of Art! I have admittedly not looked through Mimi's catalog very hard #but the library has this one and it seems like it could work for my purposes #and also I forgot that the ebook was free so I can start browsing it immediately and... #age difference AND the female lead has an entire pack of pet dogs?? oh hell yes we are IN #bookhunting #around the world in 80 days spiral #(oops i meant to post this hours ago and now I'm so wrapped up in the book I forgot why I even started it)

[last-endling]

Meant to post this ages ago, but I forgot

#double life smp #goodtimeswithscar #dlsmp gtws #gtwscar #trafficblr #endling art