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theysherobinbuckley · 10 months
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a little something I started but probably won't ever finish - alternate first meeting steddie! post s3, pre s4
(context: in an effort to cheer up his perpetually grumpy new neighbor, Eddie broke out his old skateboard and immediately ate shit for it. Cue Red calling none other than Steve Harrington to solve the problem...)
Red was barely in the door when Harringron turned on him, jaw clenched and fingers twitching. Having those dark eyes focused so entirely on him nearly made Eddie dizzy.
His lips were moving and- oh shit. Eddie was totally supposed to be listening.
"Uh, what?"
"What are you doing hanging around Max?"
Eddie frowned. "We're neighbors?"
"So?"
"So I'm being… neighborly? Is that illegal?"
"Neighborly is getting someone's mail while they're out of town. Not a super senior hanging around with a girl who's not even in high school yet."
"You better be fucking careful what you're accusing me of, Harrington, because to be honest, you don't look any better. Don't think I haven't heard your beemer pull up at all hours of the night. What the fuck is that about, huh? King Steve likes 'em young?"
Eddie's back hit the trailer before the last word even left his mouth. All the breath rushed out of him at once as Harrington pinned him with one arm across his shoulders.
"Don’t fucking say that," he seethed. "She's like my sister. I'm not- I wouldn't hurt her."
Eddie reached up to pat Harrington's arm placatingly, sending him as sweet a smile as he could muster.
"Hey, I believe you, man. I'm a little lost, sure, but I believe you." He sent a look to the trailer to his right. "Now can you let me down before Muriel sends Axel out to break your arm?"
Harrington followed his gaze and, upon seeing Muriel frowning from behind her curtains, dropped Eddie faster than if he'd told him he had the plague.
"We're in my kingdom now, Harrington," he said, grinning and waving in Muriel's direction. "These are my people. We take care of each other here. And Red's one of us, whether you like it or not."
Steve frowned, opened his mouth to respond, maybe even protest, but Eddie cut him off.
"I was just trying to make the kid smile, okay? So I got out my old skateboard, did a few tricks, busted my shit." He held up the ice pack he'd stolen from Red's fridge. "She called you 'cause she said you'd know what to do."
Harrington was quiet. Noticeably, he did not apologize for jostling Eddie's extremely sore wrist, but whatever.
"Did she?"
"Yeah, man, I tried to talk her out of it, but she seemed pretty confident you'd pick up. And here you are, so…"
"No, I mean- did she have fun?"
Eddie shrugged. "I mean, she didn't look as miserable as usual. Laughed a couple times when I fucked up a dismount. What's up with that, by the way? The constant dispair?"
Harrington's whole body tensed, and Eddie was almost scared he was gearing up to punch him just for asking.
"You remember Billy Hargrove?" he replied, his voice tight.
Eddie couldn't help but sneer at the mention of that piece of shit. Wayne had always taught him not to speak ill of the dead, but that didn't mean he couldn't think some choice things about him. Like the fact that he was pretty sure the guy was rotting in hell for all the things he'd said to Jeff in the school halls.
"Unfortunately. What about him?"
"He was Max's older brother. Step-brother."
"That's..."
"Fucked?" Harrington supplied. Eddie nodded. "Yeah. So I just- I need to make sure another Hargrove doesn't come around. Sorry I got all... you know. I've been told I can be kind of intense."
"No shit," Eddie laughed. "No hard feelings, I guess. Since it's in Red's best interest."
"No hard feelings," Harrington echoed. "Thanks for looking out for her."
Then, something Eddie had never even dreamed of: Harrington stuck his hand out, clearly expecting a handshake.
Huh.
It was over in a second, but Eddie's hand burned where Steve's had been.
"No problem. I'm kind of the park babysitter," Eddie replied. "Part of the job description."
Harrington lit up at that.
"I babysit too! Max and a few of her friends. 'S why I'm always around. I'm usually playing chauffeur for one of the other gremlins."
"That makes more sense than you having a torrid love affair with Susan."
"Yeah, she's not really my type," Harrington said with a smirk.
Eddie watched in shock as Harrington's eyes slowly, deliberately dipped up and down his form.
Talk about fucking whiplash. Eddie could still feel Harrington's strong arm against his chest, the brush of Harrington's nose against his own, the heat of Harrington's breath on his face. And now the king was checking him out?
"I see. Not into MILFs?"
Eddie was in the middle of making plans to staple his big stupid mouth shut when Harrington laughed.
"I'm more into brunettes."
And boy, didn't that seem pointed.
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The Arcana HCs: Play fighting with M6
Julian
A duel, you say? Allow him to demonstrate his years of combat experience - oh you're stronger than he expected
Wait that's kind of hot
Makes no further effort to win. Does he pretend like he's trying? Yes. Have you seen how he fights when he's actually trying? Yes. Is there a marked difference between now and then? Absolutely
Oh no, you've pinned him again, MC, oh nooo ...
The only way to convince him to take it seriously is if you make some kind of bet ahead of time for something that you know he wants (e.g., unlimited quantities of caffeine for the next 24 hours)
In which case you will actually have to struggle, but you must bear in mind that this is someone who has survived so far on wit and the ability to make himself useful. He is not a combat artist
You have a good chance at winning anyways, only this time he's significantly sweatier from the effort of losing
Will absolutely try to distract you so he can get the upper hand (again, assuming that he's interested in winning)
MC, look over there! MC, has he ever told you about that one adventure near the strait of seals? MC, are you ticklish?
Asra
They are stronger than they look, and to this day nobody knows why because you've never seen them work out in their life
(it's the lifetime of constant magic use, it takes more physical stamina than you'd expect)
He's also got more practice getting through a fight than he'd like to admit to after spending his childhood on the streets
All this to say, they know how to win and you can tell
Except that he's not nearly as focused on winning as he is on finding ways to make you laugh and smile and plant a kiss wherever you're the most ticklish
Play fighting with them follows the following steps:
1) initiate fight
2) get consistently pinned into different snuggling positions
3) give up and snuggle, OR
4) alternate ending: don't give up, keep squirming out of his grip until he's tired of it all and
5) they grab the closest blanket (potentially out of thin air) and wrap you into an MC-burrito so they can snuggle you in peace (finally) while you wriggle and pout
Nadia
Hasn't done this since she was a child and her older sisters would challenge her to it. Doesn't know why you're interested in such a childish past time, but if it makes you happy ...
Hm. This is more fun than she expected
Especially when it involves lovingly pinning you and watching you try to struggle out of her hold
Actually, if you want to conserve energy, you might want to try adjusting your grip - like so - see?
And when it comes to grappling, you'd do well to shift your weight to the other leg a little more - yes, exactly like that
What starts as a play fight will quickly turn into a grappling lesson
Which is still plenty enjoyable, but it's not exactly what you were going for when you started it
No worries though. Your countess does enjoy a challenge, so improving your own skills will only serve you down the road when you initiate a rematch
If you get tired but don't want to surrender, tickling will work to get you out of her grip
Only do this with caution, as she will remember it and pay you back
Muriel
Play fighting with Muriel is impossible, but not for the reasons that you would think
To begin with, it's difficult to initiate. If you walk up to him with a broad grin and say "let's fight", he'll start checking you over to see if you've hit your head
If you run at him for a playful tackle, he'll just stand there unmoving and watch you "splat" onto him. You have strange ways of initiating physical contact and showing affection, but he doesn't judge
If anything he'll just awkwardly pat your head and then look away so you can't see his blush
The closest you'll get is by telling him you want to spar, but then he'll take it very seriously because it's important that you don't let Morga's training go to waste (and you should protect yourself)
He'll make space in the clearing and fetch your bow and his staff and set up some practice targets for you
By then you won't have the heart to tell him that that's not what you meant so it's going to be an afternoon of training instead
On the plus side, you have the benefit of watching him work out those muscles
Portia
Oh, now you're speaking her love language!
She is also very strong, but she knows that the whole point of a play fight is the fun of testing each other's limits, so she's not going to put all of her strength into defeating you
Unless, of course, you don't seem like you're giving it your all either
Well now she's fired up
Something to know about being close to Portia: she gets competitive very quickly and doesn't like giving up
The more she thinks you're holding back, the more she's going to push you until she's either found your limit or you've found hers
Play fighting has been known to devolve into a pillow fight, by the way, which begins with flying pillows
And continues with Pepi getting worked up and pouncing on said flying pillows
And ends with feathers flying everywhere while the cat subdues her foe (the now shredded pillowcase) and Portia spends the next two days picking them out of her hair
She will unironically shake your hand and say "good match" after
Lucio
He always starts off by taking it more seriously than is warranted
This is a golden opportunity to show off how strong and manly and impressive he is
Ooh, this is a lot of physical contact
He likes this. He likes this quite a lot
He thinks he can take advantage of this
All of a sudden he's completely lost focus (which you're lucky for, because unless you have a level of combat experience similar to his, he's got an advantage in both skill and enhanced arm strength)
Hey, if his shirt "accidentally" comes even more unbuttoned than it already is, that's a mere coincidence and he has no idea what you're talking about (though he doesn't mind you looking)
Oh no, there goes his cape too!!
And his shoes. And his jacket. You should probably call it quits before Mercedes and Melchior decide to play tug-of-war with his satchel and ultimately run off and bury it
Speaking of, the dogs will come running and barking if they think Lucio is losing and can't tell that it's on purpose
If his makeup gets smudged he'll pout until you kiss it better
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book-place · 2 months
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Even the Strong Crumble
Warnings: good omens spoilers, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Crowley x reader platonic
Request: Hello! Could I request something for Good Omens? I was thinking a platonic (can also not be but I guess it would work better) Crowley x reader where reader comforts Crowley when they find him crying after the end of season 2 and just gives him a hug and reassures him? I love him sm he’s a big comfort character of mine so I want to comfort him as well 🫶🏻
Request by: Anon
*not my gif*
Summary: One of your best friend is so broken up over your other best friend that it breaks your heart into thousands of pieces
A/N: I miss this show so much
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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“Crowley?” You knocked lightly on the slightly opened door, peaking your head through and peering into the bedroom.
The demon quickly whipped around so his back was facing the door and you could only see his hands wiping furiously at his face before he quickly picked up his glasses and threw them on his face.
When he turned around, you felt your heart break into thousands of little pieces in your chest.
Though he tried to hide it, his face was red and tear-stained. His hair was tousled and his clothes were out of place.
Never in your hundreds of years of knowing Crowley had you ever seen him in such a state- so utterly distraught.
You had been an angel still when you met him all those years ago, freshly out of heaven for the first time.
Back then, you had been out to visit your old friend Aziraphale, and had been introduced to the red headed fellow. Not only that, but you had also been introduced to the wonders of the human world. Of the beauties and the joys.
In the process, you had fallen in love with the human world and all it had to offer.
So, instead of returning to heaven after your visit like you had intended, you stayed on earth and, to your slight surprise, nobody came looking for you.
It wasn’t as sad as it sounded, though, you had been an angel of no real importance, and now you could live out your long life on earth without the fear of heavens interjections.
Each year that passed, though you yourself stayed immortal, you found a part of you growing more and more human.
Though you had frequently stayed in touch with Crowley and Aziraphale, it wasn’t until recently that you all got together again. Ironically, to stop the impending apocalypse.
Now, after doomsday had been sidestepped, you and your two friends found yourselves going on more and more adventures together, hardly being without the other two.
Now, though, Aziraphale had left with Metatron to Heaven, leaving you and Crowley behind.
You don’t know the exact details of what had gone down, you had been out showing the city to Muriel for the day, but when you had returned to the bookshop and were met with the sight of a heartbroken Crowley and no Aziraphale, it hadn’t been long to put the pieces together.
Your two best friends had been obliviously pinning over each other for centuries, of course you knew what had no doubt taken place.
Instead of pushing a clearly distraught Crowley to tell you what had happened, you had given him his space with the promise of being there when he needed you.
Now, though, it had been a few hours, and the worry that had been eating away at you had grown unbearable.
“What?”
You knew he didn’t really mean to snap at you, so you didn’t hold it against him as you took a step further into the room.
A silence ensued for a moment as your sorrow filled eyes raked over his face.
“I’m so sorry, Crowley.” Your voice came out so soft when you spoke to the heartbroken demon, taking yet another step closer to him.
Though he didn’t protest, his body tensed up and he just stared at you silently.
He was on guard, afraid of letting you in. Afraid of being hurt again.
Wordlessly, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him to you in a loving and protective manner.
Almost insaltanously, he melted into your touch, his head falling to your shoulder and his arms wrapping around you as his body began to shake with sobs.
“I’m sorry,” You whispered again, tears of your own filling your eyes as you rubbed his back comfortingly.
You knew that after that day, nothing would ever be the same again.
No longer would it be the three of you against the world. Against heaven and hell alike.
“W-why didn’t he-”
You had never heard Crowley stutter in such a way, his voice wobbling as he did so.
In return, you held him tighter, “I don’t know.” You answered truthfully, your voice soft, “But I know that Aziraphale must be a damn fool for him to let something like this happen.”
Crowley sniffled, refusing to turn his head up and allow you to acknowledge his tear stained face.
“I’ve got you, Crowley,” You mumbled, a singular tear slipping down your face, “Always.”
Ineffable Husbands 😇- @popfishjr @etanordoesbullsh1t
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themoongladiator · 10 months
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Count Lucio headcannons
SFW
Bro is such a simp
Once you told him you actually and truly liked him back he became the clingiest man ever
So many cuddles. All the time
He loves to just shower you with compliments and gifts and he'll pout if you don't accept them
Be warned tho he gets jealous really easily
When he's jealous he refuses to let go of you and glares down whoever is getting a little to close for his liking
In public and private he's very loud about his adoration for you and most quiet moments happen in the morning when he's still half asleep and you're gently stroking his hair (And secretly those are his favorite moments)
It takes him a while but eventually he opens up about his past and you might see some tears but knowing you aren't gonna leave him because of what he did helps him relax
Speaking of which he's got so many anxieties that you're going to leave him for someone nicer like Portia or someone more thoughtful and quiet like Muriel.
But when you cup his face and shower him with compliments all those worries melt away
Bro was sweating bullets when he first met your family
He tried his best to be charming and show them how much he did care about you
Marriage is a thought that's on Lucio's mind almost every time he looks at you but he's happy to wait until you're ready to propose
(He'd die of happiness if you proposed though)
NSFW Minors/afab readers do not interact
Warnings: Dom reader, smut (obviously), amab reader, safe word, bondage, overstimulation, edging, cockwarming, lingerie, size kink, and praise kink
Words can not express how much I want to ruin this man
He's such a whiny and bratty little sub
You two have a safe word in place and don't worry Lucio knows when he needs to use it
When it comes to noises he doesn't hold back. Not when he wants everyone to hear how good you're making him feel
Speaking of noises he moans, groans, whines, whimpers all of it
If you're taller than him or stronger than him he gets super turned on by it especially if you pin him down and whisper in his ear
He loves it when you tie him up and tease him he doesn't know what it is but being so helpless under you is a huge turn on
Edging is a good punishment for if he's being a brat but don't be fooled by his pathetic whines and pleas he's enjoying it (You can tell by his near-constant smirk the entire time)
Another good punishment is cockwarming. You have to basically hold his hips down because he's trying so hard to get you to thrust into him and he's already trembling and practically begging you to just fuck him already
On the opposite end he absolutely loves overstimulation and he can probably go for several rounds too
He's got a vast collection of all sorts of fancy lingerie that he loves to show off to you
While Lucio does like it rough almost all the times there's some days when it feels so hard to smile and he feels worthless and he just wants you to hold him as you gently fuck him and whisper all the things you love about him in his ear
During aftercare he can be a little needy but he just loves having your attention on him
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otsanda · 5 months
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I was reading this great meta by @fuckyeahisawthat about Aziraphale and Crowley metaphorically switching places— from Crowley being the giver of Knowledge and the freedom of choice to humanity and Aziraphale being the protector, by giving humans the flaming sword to Crowley being the protector of humanity and Aziraphale granting knowledge and freedom of choice.
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But this made something click into place for me that I’d been turning over in my mind for a while: what if it’s not just freedom and knowledge and choice for humanity… what if Aziraphale functionally brings freedom and choice and knowledge to everyone!
I mean, one thing I haven’t really seen anyone talking about is the contrast between the portrayal of angels and demons (generally) in S1 and specific angels and demons in S2. The first season really set Heaven and Hell up as full of a lot of characters who had their own quirks and unique aspects, but still functioned very well as cogs in the same type of machine.
Gabriel and Beelzebub are the most obvious examples, since they had the biggest pivot in S2: suddenly it’s not just Aziraphale and Crowley who are the special ones.
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We get to see these two other characters have thoughts and desires and aspirations beyond that of following their angelic/demonic natures or furthering the cause of their respective sides. S2 really humanizes both of these characters who were (in S1) the best real example that we saw of an official representative of the corporate goings-on from each side. God and Satan were there in S1, but in a much less visible way (and even LESS visible in S2).
But even beyond Beez and Gabe, S2 took careful steps to humanize a lot of other ethereal/occult characters as well. We see Michael both confident and shaken, sarcastic and unsure. Strong, but with aspirations to go Higher. Uriel pushes back, questions authority, and asks for reassurance that they’ve not done something wrong. Side note: I really hope we get to see more Uriel development bc Uriel has so much interesting potential to me.
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Muriel wasn’t in S1, but is an obvious parallel for early Aziraphale and we see a lot of similarities between them (their enthusiasm and delight at experiencing Earth, being believed when attempting a particular human job, enjoying books, etc).
Even the demons we see aren’t a monolith. Shax feels quite different from the classic evil demons we’ve met before. Furfur and Eric too. Although they’re doing demon stuff, none of these demons act all that demonic. We see even more hints at them struggling and learning and growing. Being… more human.
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Heck, even the demon with the scary mouth in E4, Astoreth, was just doing his job.
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So then what if the end of S2 is establishing Crowley as the defender of Humanity while positioning Aziraphale to share knowledge and the freedom of choice in heaven. If the ‘big battle’ that Crowley mentioned at the end of S1 is between Humanity and whoever is representing Heaven or Hell, maybe it’s time to give more ethereal and occult beings the opportunity to choose their own place in that fight.
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Because I think that Crowley is right that Heaven and Hell are toxic. And Aziraphale is right that they both can do good. And separating the two of them, as painful as it is to watch, could give Aziraphale the space to see glimpses of humanity in the other angels (and even demons?) while positioned in Heaven. And it could give Crowley... probably trust issues, actually. I guess let's put a pin in that part.
But come Season 3, I would love to see Crowley and Aziraphale positioned on opposite sides of the war to end all wars, Aziraphale representing Heaven (and Hell?) and Crowley alongside Humanity. But before anything truly awful happens, they do what they always do.
They’ll come up with a plan. And they'll rescue one another and themselves.
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And everything else and everyone else will fall into place around them.
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M6 dreaming about MC after their death asking "Did you love me?"
The Arcana- MC is dead and appears in M6’s Dreams, asking “Did you love me?”
~Angst~
// I had so much fun writing this, never written angst before//
Asra:
For a minute, Asra assumes he’s awake
He’s in the shop, with you next to his side, shoulders touching
It’s like you never died (again)
But he can tell somethings wrong, somethings off
He turns and tries to speak to you but he’s unable to say anything
The “you” in his dream, turns to him, “Did you love me?”
He still can’t say anything, desperately trying to form words
He couldn’t save you a second time…
Wakes in a cold sweat, hands shaking
Faust has to calm him down
Nadia:
She’s on the balcony of the palace, looking out at the night sky
At first she thinks she’s alone but she hears footsteps from behind
Turning around, she sees you
Wind blowing, the air has become chilly
“MC….are you feeling well, darling?”
“Did you love me, Nadia?”
“Of- of-course I did? I still do, why would you quest-”
She’s awaken by Chandra’s hooting
She ends up journaling her experience, trying to find comfort
Julian:
He’s out on the sea, looking at the ocean with you by his side
The salty air feels so genuine
He thinks maybe for once, he’s not having a nightmare
“Oh MC, what a wonderful day for an adventure!”
He smiles and puts a hand on your shoulder
But you feel cold
“MC?”, there’s fear in his voice
“Did you love me, Ilya?”
His face drops, his eyes feeling heavy
Not again please, not another nightmare
Before he can answer he wakes up, cold and out of breath
He won’t be sleeping again for a long while 
Muriel:
The sun is beating down on him, slight humidity in the air, he’s at the coliseum
He knows this is a dream, he’s often alone in them
But this time its different, he hears footsteps in the distance
He spots you walking through the halls of the Coliseum, his heart begins to race
“MC? MC!!” He begins walking towards you but can’t seem to catch up
He feels lost and trapped, he can’t seem to pin you down
He feels a tap on his back, making his entire body tense
He turns around and sees you 
“Muriel, did you love me?”
His face goes red, he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t find the point in it-
He’s awoken by Inanna, poking her nose in his face and whimpering
His entire day is silent
Portia:
She often has work related dreams, she assumes this one is the same
She’s running around the palace, but she’s stops in her tracks
You’re standing at the end of hall, no one else is around
“MC?”, the hall echoes
She begins walking towards you, the walls of the hallway begin closing in
“Portia, did you love me?”
There’s tears forming in her eyes
“W-what?” she sputters out
She begins running towards you, just to touch again
But she trips and falls, resulting in her waking up
Pepi doesn’t leave her side all day
She ends up telling Nadia she’s sick, taking the day off
Lucio:
He’s in his old room at the palace, where you two first met
The old air is almost too realistic for it to be a dream
He looks in the mirror, his old goat reflection staring back
In the corner of the mirror, he spots you
“MC? MC!!!”
For a second he thinks it was all just a bad dream
That maybe, just maybe…time is starting over so he can save you from death
“Lucio, did you love me?”
He turns around to face you but he’s no longer in his room and you’re no where in sight
He’s far from Vesuvia, deep in snow, being pulled under the white ground
He wakes up in a fit of tearful rage
He’ll make another deal if he has to
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saintsenara · 8 months
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happy birthday ginny, here's a fic with you and both of your dark-haired orphan simps.
Nerve
When she was five, Auntie Muriel had given her as a birthday present a small china figurine of a cow.
And, since she was five, and all she wanted to do was ride brooms and fall out of trees and throw gnomes at Percy, she had laughed derisively the second she opened the gift and called it ‘a bit rubbish’.
Mum had been furious, and the telling-off Ginny had received - as Muriel stormed out of the house with her nose in the air, ‘Weasley children are ungrateful whelps, the lot of them’ ringing around the Burrow - had managed to impress upon her an important lesson: no matter how shit a present is, pretend you like it.
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- and Percy got a brand new owl when he was made a prefect, and that happened the day before I turned ten, but I didn’t get anything new that day, it was all second hand. Except my Auntie Muriel gave me a box of drawing pins. But who wants a thing like that?
That sounds ghastly.
It was! Obviously I wasn’t rude. I just -
I know it sounds really silly, but I just want my own things. I want to be special. I want everyone to notice me. Nobody notices me.
That doesn’t sound silly at all.
You’re sweet :) 
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The lesson had held for ten years. It was fracturing today, as she turned fifteen and unwrapped Fleur’s gift to her - presented with a beatific, ‘I ‘ope you will like ‘ow it stops you being so - ‘ow you say - disorganised’ - and saw the embossed scarlet leather cover, her initials on it in gold, of an extremely beautiful and obviously stupendously expensive diary.
‘Oh,’ said Ginny.
Fleur seemed happy enough with that, leaning into Bill’s arm - wrapped around her shoulders - with a contented (read: smug) look on her face. Harry and Ron were both shovelling birthday cake into their mouths, but Hermione was looking at her with the sort of stricken, wobbly expression which made Ginny nervous.
‘Cheers. It’s great,’ she said to Fleur, in an effort to communicate to Hermione that she needed to keep fucking quiet and not bring up my previous diary-related fuck-ups at the dinner table. Fortunately she got the hint, although Ginny knew there’d be plenty of whispered nagging about whether she’d ‘properly dealt with everything’ later.
But she couldn’t help staring at Bill, as if to say, ‘thanks for not spilling my most embarrassing secret during your pillow talk’ and ‘hey, you know how there’s a war on? Maybe you should tell your fiancée that your sister was fucking possessed by You-Know-Who for a full year, so she knows exactly what sort of mess she’s getting into.’
He just looked at his cake instead.
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- and I told mum I didn’t want a victoria sponge cake. But she made one anyway, because it’s dad’s favourite. But it was my birthday. I wanted a chocolate cake.
Does that make me sound really spoiled?
It does, doesn’t it?
What kind of birthday cakes did you have, when you were my age?
I have never had a birthday cake.
WHAT?
How???
I was born in an orphanage. That’s a Muggle institution for children whose parents are dead. There was hardly enough to go around normally. Birthdays were out of the question.  
Oh.
I’m sorry.
I survived.
Harry’s an orphan as well.
Is he indeed?
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‘I’m so sorry,’ said Hermione later, bustling around Ginny’s room brandishing a hairbrush like a wand. ‘The nerve of her! She had no right to do something like that.’
‘She didn’t know.’
‘But Bill should have told her.’
‘Yeah. Maybe.’
Hermione sat on the end of Ginny’s bed and looked at her earnestly. ‘You can say if you’re upset, you know.’
‘It’s fine.’
‘I mean, I’ve never thought you’ve ever properly dealt with everything, and I -’
‘I said it’s fine, Hermione. For fuck’s sake, give it a rest.’
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Hermione was still in a mood the following morning.
The diary sat on Ginny’s bedside table, the cover shimmering softly at her.
‘I suppose the colour was meant to be nice - Gryffindor, you know - but it’s just ended up being another cruelty,’ sniffed Hermione, when she’d decided she was no longer angry with Ginny and she ought to have another go at nagging her about her life.
‘What d’you mean?’ said Ginny, round a mouthful of chocolate frog.
Hermione looked at her as if she was as dumb as Goyle. (Ginny could see why quite a few people didn’t like her). ‘Well, it’s like his eyes. Isn’t it?’
She looked so convinced she was onto something that Ginny didn’t have the heart to tell her that her him had eyes the same polished tortoiseshell brown as Hermione’s own.
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I could make him a valentine’s card, couldn’t I?
You could.
I could say he has nice eyes. He does have nice eyes.
So you’ve said.
They’re very green. I could say that. ‘You have very green eyes.’
That’s not very romantic, is it?
I could say, ‘you have eyes so green they’re like…’
I dunno.
A fresh pickled toad.
Or an emerald.
Pick the emerald.
I like the toad.
Pick the emerald.
They aren’t emerald green, though. They’re fresh pickled toad green.
I just think -
I’m going to say that his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad.
Or do you think he’d hate that? 
I think you should say his eyes are like emeralds.
He will hate it, won’t he?
Would it matter if he did?
YES.
Picture me rolling my eyes.
Tom. I’d DIE.
Imagine if he laughed at it. 
And if he didn’t?
That isn’t possible.
Ginny.
Anything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
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She dropped a blob of ink onto the page and waited for the inevitable.
She realised she had been staring at it for hours when mum called her down for dinner.
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She could never have explained to the other three why nothing happening was as much of a disappointment as a relief.
They were bound together so tightly you’d have thought they were one-and-the-same. It didn’t seem to occur to them that their friendship was abnormal. Or, maybe, that hers were. That, maybe, it isn’t normal for a fifteen-year-old to not see her boyfriend all summer, or not to have friends visit, or not to Floo off for house-parties and trips to Diagon Alley. That, maybe, her position in a clique of ‘popular’ girls was tenuous, something light and meaningless and easily discarded.
That, maybe, the best friend she’d ever had was a piece of disembodied soul which had very nearly succeeded in killing her.
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I don’t think anyone understands me like you.
You’re my best friend in the whole world :) 
I’m delighted to hear that. The feeling is mutual.
Now. I need you to do me a favour.
Anything :)
You will walk down to the gamekeeper’s hut.
I will walk down to the gamekeeper’s hut.
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‘I don’t think Harry will get back together with Cho,’ said Hermione one evening.
Ginny snorted. ‘Yeah, obviously. He fucked that right up.’
‘Dean’s nice.’
Ginny tried to ignore the jittery feeling in her stomach. ‘Yeah. Yeah, he’s brill.’
Fortunately Hermione was already yawning into her pillow. ‘Did you have a nice birthday, by the way?’
‘Yeah.’
There was a brightly-coloured bang from outside.
Hermione jumped up, brandishing her wand. ‘What on earth was that?’
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I wish I was with mum and dad for Christmas. On New Year’s Eve we always have hot chocolate and watch the fireworks from the village. You can see them really well from our garden.
I spent all evening crying. And now I can’t sleep. 
Are you awake?
Is it New Year’s Eve today?
Yes.
Ah.
It doesn’t feel very festive though.
Go to the North Tower, and - just before the Divination classroom - you will see a painting of three house elves wearing a trench coat. Poke the middle one on the nose and the painting will swing open to reveal a window. Climb through the window and you will find yourself on a flat bit of roof, with an uninterrupted view towards Hogsmeade. At midnight, there will be fireworks to celebrate the new year. 
But there will be nobody else around, and they will feel as though they are for you.
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‘Relax, Hermione. It’s just someone letting off fireworks.’
‘God. I thought it was the Dark Mark or something. Honestly, who lets off fireworks in the middle of August?’
‘You never know. Maybe they’re for me.’
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beanswrites · 2 years
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Headcanons for characters Part 9: MC being heavily injured, The Main 6 from The Arcana
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Hello guys!!!
Okay so I woke up today and chose pain. But somebody did request this tho!
Requests for headcanons, fics and drabbles are open! If you have any wishes or ideas, check out my rules for requesting (pinned post) or just pick anything from my prompt list!
Todays headcanons part will be The Main 6 (Asra, Julian, Nadia, Portia, Muriel, and Lucio) reacting to MC being heavily injured/at the brink of death. Again, I'm sorry, but angst is sometimes needed.
Warnings: injuries, blood, mentions of death, really angsty
Enjoy, and here's my masterlist full of luff in case you want to recover from this angst!
masterlist | rules for requesting | prompts list
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Asra Alnazar ☾︎
A loud gasp fell from his lips. It wasn't, no, it couldn't be true. This kind of a sight only appeared in his darkest nightmares. He must be dreaming! That's right, he's dreaming, and this is all a bad dream and he'll wake up next to you. Only if that were true...
The huge bloodstain on your stomach made sure to tell them that you were hanging on by a thread. A second, a moment more and you'd be cold, lifeless. At the though, they screamed, running to you as fast as their legs would let them.
He blamed himself. If he never let you fight in this battle, in this war, if he never involved you in this entire mess and actually protected you like he promised, nothing like this would've happened! And to think that you've trusted him, and he let something like this happen.. A spear stabbed you in the stomach. Asra had his back turned, busy with fighting two other people, and at first, he didn't see what happened to you.
You were semi-conscious from the blood loss, as they fell on their knees in front of you. He went over your injury with his hand, and you could hear him muttering through tears: "Work, c'mon! Please, work!" He begged and pleaded for his magic to fix his mistakes. Suddenly, a light glow appeared. It meant that your cut was sown, but if you are going to be okay was still the question. You did lose a lot of blood.
"Oh Gods, MC.. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I.. I should have been there- I should have protected you! MC, please, I'm begging you, wake up!"
Julian Devorak ♥︎
He saw you lying on the ground, a couple of feet away from him. He couldn't believe it, nor understand it. What were you doing? What was wrong? Why weren't you moving? "MC, darling, what are you doing? Why are you laying there?"
Taking a couple of more scared steps towards you, he examined you top to bottom. This wasn't good. From a medical side, it wasn't good. You were acting like his patients when they were very, very sick, or injured. Or worse. "C'mon MC, this isn't funny anymore! Why are you-"
He was cut off by his own actions, as he touched your shoulder. Ice cold. In panic, he turned you around, realizing that your face was pale as a ghost. The red-head quickly unbuttoned your shirt, only to find a fetal, bloody wound spreading all the way across your ribs. Shit. This is the kind of a wound not many of his patients would survive. How could he help you now, when you are so far away from his office?
In absolute desperation, he shouted: "Please, somebody, help! Please, we need a doctor!" And looked around, to find something, anything, that would help you. Once he realized that nothing would work, he took off his coat and placed you in it.
"MC.. Doll, I.. I'm sorry... It could've been me, it should've been me! You didn't deserve this! Gods, MC, I couldn't protect you.. Please forgive me.."
Nadia Satrinava ♔︎
It happened on the square in front of the palace. Many people gathered to look at you, horrified. Everybody murmured and whispered about it, waiting for the doctor to come. However, the countess arrived first.
The second she saw the gathered people, she hurried to see what was going on. The frown on her face became a terrified look once she saw you lying on the cold tiles, bloody and almost lifeless. As soon as the people saw their countess staring at her consort, at her lover, in despair, they silently moved so she could get to you.
Nadia was too scared to speak. She carefully aproached you, kneeling next to your aching body. Through your fogy eyes you managed to see the outlines of her purple hair, and carefully asked: "N-nadi? Is it.. Is it you?" She placed a hand on your cheek, and through her own tears whispered: "Ohh.. It's me, sweetheart.. It's me.. You'll be fine, darling, I promise nothing will happen to you.."
She didn't know if she could keep that promise. Even though she would do anything to protect and help you, maybe there was nothing she could do. But, of course, she didn't want you to worry. If she couldn't actually do it, she at least could've given you hope
"Guards! Get me a doctor, perhaps Julian, or Asra, anyone! Please, MC.. Hold on darling, just a little bit longer.. I swear it'll be fine, you'll be fine.. I would rather die than let something bad happen to you.."
Muriel ❁
He searched for you for hours. Running around the palace, the town, everywhere... Where were you? His heart pounded in his chest as he ran and ran, trying to find you through the crowds of gathered people. The war was over, for everyone. However, the war won't be over for him as long as he doesn't see you alive and well.
The last place he searched was near his own home - in the forest. Where were you? Suddenly, something made him stop instantly. There was a body on the ground, not far from where he was standing. Was it..? Oh no.
Fear washed over him, as he ran towards you. Not you. Not the only person who cared about him, who understood him. Anyone else, just not you! He kneeled in front of where you almost lifeless body was, and gathered you in his arms. "MC... I'm sorry.." He breathlessly cried.
He was usually the calm one, the one who wouldn't get upset easily. But now, Muriel was breaking. He tried his magic, which only sealed the cut, but didn't help with your bloodloss or the infection. Gently, he picked you up from the ground and started carrying you to his hut. He'll take care of you. And make sure something like this will never happen again.
"It's okay, MC... It's going to be okay... I'll take care of you..."
Portia Devorak ☼︎
She couldn't believe it. When the doctors told her you were gravely injured, she didn't know how to process it. What does this mean? Would you be okay again? Would you even survive?
Walking up and down in the hallway in front of your room, she waited for her brother Julian to tell her what your state was. She feared the worst. The war truly was a horrible thing, and it took many souls. Just not your soul. Anyone else, Portia begged.
"Hey, Pasha... I just checked up on MC.. They.. They are doing fine, but their chances of surviving are not really great.." Tears slid down Portia's cheeks as she heard her older brother's words. "Can I see them..?" Julian simply nodded, giving you two privacy.
She entered the room, and saw you laying on the bed, you shallow breaths filling the room as you rested. The red-head couldn't see you injuries, but by the stitches and bandages that spread around your torso, she guessed it wasn't very good. She sat on the bed next to you, and placed a feathery kiss on your cold cheek.
"Rest, MC.. And please be okay... I promise, I'll bake you all of your favorite cookies and pastries! Please, just be okay..."
Count Lucio AKA Montag Morgasson ♕︎
His eyes filled with terror. How could this be? Why was he caring so much about you? Something inside him snapped once he saw your bloody torso. His heart sunk to his feet once he saw you on the hard ground. How did he let this happen?
He ran towards you as he saw red in front of his eyes. The sun was setting and the sky was red, his blodshot eyes were red, the blood on your chest was burning red. Lucio doesn't remember ever feeling that desparate, that scared.
The count looked at you, not knowing what to do. "MC.. I-" Never has such sadness washed over him. He fell to his knees, crying out in fear. His hands roamed your bloody body, wondering why he ever let something like this happen. What was this feeling? Why didn't he tell you earlier?
He picked you up, struggling to hold your limp body because of his metalic hand. He ran as far and as fast as his legs would let him with you in his arms, silently praying for you to be okay.
"Shit, MC- I.. I don't know why I didn't tell you.. Fuck, I love you, don't go.. Please don't leave me.."
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ofpineapplesanddawns · 7 months
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Looking for writing prompts? Hmmm... how about Muriel walking in on Aziraphale and Crowley making out? I would looove to see how they all handled that! 😂
Oh boy, haha.
Warning: making out between the ineffables
On with the fic!
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Muriel looked at the stack of books that Crowley had left for them to put away, giving them direct instructions to put them in a very specific order to confuse customers while he was off doing inventory with Aziraphale.
However, he didn't explain to her just how confusing the instructions would be to them as well.
"I don't... think this is gonna be in the right place." They frowned, picking up a copy of Emma off the pile. Muriel looked at the instruction sheet and made a face. "'Put it in by...' how am I supposed to know where A Brief History of Time is?"
Muriel sighed and set the book down, glancing over to the back of the shop, to the room where they remembered Crowley had pulled Aziraphale into during their very first encounter here on Earth.
That's where those two were now, doing inventory. Crowley had asked them not to disturb them, they had work to do, along with some more 'catching up', since Aziraphale's return to Earth and reinstatement as the retired representative of Earth.
"Well... it's not really disturbing if I have a question about the task, right?" They reasoned to themself as they approached the door and gave it a knock.
They didn't hear a response, then knocked again. This time they heard a very odd, loud gasp, it sounded like the demon! Was he hurt? Oh, they'd better go check and help!
"Mr. Crowley, are you o-?" They opened the door and paused, looking at the two figures in the room.
Aziraphale had Crowley pinned to a wall, his mouth on the demon's neck, frozen in place with wide eyes. Crowley's legs were wrapped around the angel's waist and his hands were tangled in curly locks of hair.
His shades were missing and his eyes were huge, the pupils thin as they looked at Muriel. The very flushed color of his face quickly turned to a deathly pale.
"M-Muriel!? What the heaven- why are you- for someone's sake, knock!"
Muriel tilted their head. "I did, twice. No one responded, and then I heard you moan in pain, so I had to make sure you were okay."
"It... certainly was a moan, but not one of pain." Aziraphale mumbled, pulling his mouth away from Crowley's neck. He cleared his throat. "Dear, uhh... this isn't..."
"If you're going to tell me this isn't what it looks like, then I know you're lying." Muriel sniffed. "I've been on Earth long enough to know what snogging looks like." They said, feeling a bit proud about that fact. They were very good at observing humans and retaining all the information that Crowley had taught them!
Also, they'd been watching a lot of romantic movies with Crowley when he needed company while Aziraphale was gone, so that helped.
Crowley burst into laughter at Aziraphale's embarrassed face. "I told you they're observant, angel! Not as easy to fool as that first meetin'!"
"Oh shut up, Crowley." Aziraphale grumbled, setting him back on his feet. "We'll have to continue later, I think my new shop assistant needs some help with your nonsense instructions. I'm sure that's what this is about, yes, Muriel?" The other angel nodded.
"Hey, hey! You told me to come up with a confusing system, and I did! It could rival your nonsense!"
Muriel stepped aside to let the two, bickering beings pass them back into the shop while they followed behind, snickering at the new couple.
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I'd like to think Muriel and Crowley ran the shop while Aziraphale was off doing... whatever the hell he's supposed to be doing in Heaven. And Crowley taught Muriel all sorts of human-y things. And introduced them to rom-coms.
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practically-an-x-man · 2 months
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Mefkat slowly winds her way through the museum to where Ahk and Kat are. She waits patiently, a small pale creme envelope at her feet.
Opening the envelope will find a cream colored card, with flourished cursive announcing the birth of Daniel Stantz (6lb 2oz) and Muriel Spengler (5lb 6oz) on 2 Feb, 2024. Hand written note says "Come meet them anytime!" Added is a polaroid of Rose in bed with a baby in each arm, and Ray and Egon on either side of her, a cute posed photo. A second photo also has the three year old twins in the bed with them and is much more chaotic, candid, and everyone is laughing. Ray and Egon are holding the babies.
"PS. Presents not necessary, we are overwhelmed with stuff." in Egon's neat handwriting.
"Ugh. Egon."
"What did he do this time?" Ahk asked, wandering his way over to her side. Katherine waved the letter at him, wearing an expression of theatrical exasperation.
"No gifts. The twins were born, and he's forbidding me from sending them nice things." she huffed, rolling her eyes at the paper in her hands. It was a little played-up, sure, but... there was a glimmer of truth behind the words.
"That's your takeaway from all of this?"
"Oh, no, I'm-" Katherine started, cutting herself off with a laugh, "I'm happy for them, and I'm really glad she's healthy, the twins are healthy, all that... but c'mon, visits are so hard to put together, and if they won't let me send them presents..."
"You just want an excuse to make more of those plush animals, don't you?" Ahk teased, baring her a bright grin. Katherine shrugged and returned his smile with one of her own.
"Crochet is surprisingly relaxing! They were fun to make," she said. He voice had gone faintly distant, the gears turning in her mind. Her fingers tapped restlessly against her bookbag at her hip, eager for a pencil or a paintbrush or a crochet hook. Katherine hummed. "Maybe we should ask the others if they have any good vegetarian recipes. Even if they don't want stuff, they could probably use a hand food-wise, if they've got two newborns and two toddlers running around."
"They've also got half a dozen people there in Summerville. I'm sure they've got plenty of hands."
"Quit ruining this for me!" Katherine scoffed, lightly whacking his shoulder with the sleeve of her jacket. Ahk just grinned, a dry chuckle escaping his throat. Katherine rolled her eyes. "It's the Southern in me. I can't not send them something. Egon should know that. I'm gonna send them some biscuits or something, at least."
Ahk let a second laugh burst free, this one uninhibited, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. He ran his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, finally reaching her hand and giving it a brief squeeze.
"I'll give the others the good news, then," he said, "And ask them for recipes."
"Oh!" Katherine started, rustling back through the letter. She came up with the pair of photos and pressed them gently into Ahk's hand, "Take these with you. Maybe we can pin them up outside Larry's office."
"Of course, my love." he agreed, "Please give Rose my best."
Mefkat arrives three days later in Summerville, alongside a worn wicker basket and a letter of congratulations from those around the museum. Inside the basket, wrapped in fabric, are a dozen blueberry muffins and a bag of chocolate-covered almonds. Also attached is a small crocheted ghost done in glow-in-the-dark yarn, with a tag that reads "Stuff for Egon ;)".
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jazztato · 2 years
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When they catch you wearing something of theirs
A/N: I've been updating almost everyday now lol and i'm going to continue to try to do so to keep my creativity up except for the week of my birthday
Asra
If you were to wear something of his it would most likely be his shirt or scarf or both which you just happen to be doing right now, you were bored and saw that he had a new batch of clothes laid out on his desk that were his you thought about it for a bit before picking up his white shirt tossing it over your head and slipping inside of it you felt warm and fuzzy on the inside when you put his shirt on you saw his scarf on the desk table as well, so you picked it up and put it on staring at your reflection in the mirror you were about to remove the clothing when you heard someone clear their throat. You ended up turning around now a blushing mess realizing it was none other than your lover. Asra. He would just smirk at you looking you up and down admiring you in his clothing. "You look nice~" That response made you blush even more, causing you to hide under the covers of the bed causing him to chuckle at your adorableness. In the end he told you that you're more than welcome to wear his shirts whenever you wish because he thought you looked cute in his clothes.
Julian
The only think of his you would probably wear of his would be his cloak along with his white shirt that he wore under it as you were wearing it you kept admiring yourself in the mirror till you saw something in the corner of the mirror in the back as non other then Julian he would be flustered seeing how your wearing his shirt and cloak, he would just walk up behind you hugging you softly before speaking. "Y-you look nice~" That caused you to blush as red as he was, when you turned around you buried your face into his chest embarrassed that he caught you which led him to chuckle patting your head saying it's ok and that you looked cute which just caused you to blush even more.
Lucio
The one think that you would probably wear would be his cape with the fur trim on in when Lucio was busy you decided to sneak into his room finding where he had put it, once you found it you draped it around your shoulders latching the clip so it would stay, you decided to do a few poses in it but when you heard the door open you immediately froze, not knowing what to do, you were about to run but it was to late because the person who had walked in just happen to be Lucio. He just stared at you seeing that you're wearing his cape, he soon then smirked walking towards you backing you up in a corner causing you to blush especially when he practically pinned you to the wall. He leaned in forward and started to whisper something into your ear. "Who knew my cape would look just as hot on you as it does on me~ But if you wanted to wear it so badly all you had to do was ask~" He smirked before pulling back. You were now a blushing mess causing him to chuckle. After that he had a cape that was just like his customized just for you.
Muriel
The only thing of his you would probably wear would be his cloak that he wears every time he leaves to go into town. He was outside cutting wood so he could start a fire since it was a bit chilly. You looked around for something to keep you warm with till he returned. You then saw his cloak folded up nicely on a chair, you walked over to it deciding to put it on and when you did you saw that it was really big on you but it kept you warm, as you were wrapped up in it Muriel ended up walking in but when he saw you wearing his cloak he immediately started blushing like crazy before mumbling "Cute.." and continuing onto the fire. He didn't mind that you were wearing it. He knew it was cold so he allowed it.
Nadia
The only thing you would probably wear of Nadia's would be one of her many dresses, or a shirt that she wears when she's horseback riding. As Nadia was busy you walked into her room which was huge, you walked around before you spotted the outfit you, you looked around hoping no one else was there when you saw that the coast was clear you picked the outfit up putting it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror for a long bit before blushing when you saw Nadia walk in, She stared at you and let out a small laugh before blushing herself. The only thing she said was. "If you like it so much you should keep it." Before grabbing what she needed and walking back out.
Portia
The one thing you would probably wear of Portia's would probably be her white shirt. You were bored and decided to walk around Portia's cottage while she finished up with work. When you ended up wandering into her room you spotted one of her shirts folded up nicely and laid out on the bed. You looked around before grabbing it and quickly tossing it over your head seeing how it fit nicely. It was a bit small but other than that it still fit pretty nicely. You were about to take it off when you saw Portia in the doorway of her room, you immediately turned red from embarrassment. You tried apologizing but she shook it off and said don't be and that you looked cute in her clothes. You blushed even more before taking the shirt off and going off to help them just to take your mind off that embarrassing moment of the fact that you were caught wearing one of her shirts.  
this isn’t my best of the headcannons/oneshots QWQ
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angelfireeast · 4 months
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Idea for @asleepyy Reverse AU comic, Oopsie!Omens. Born of a desire for angst with a happy ending. I can't write fanfic so this is as close as I get.
During the 1x06, Azazel possesses Tracy after being discorporated. Adam sees this and says, "You shouldn't be two in one body. Be who you really are, " and Azazel turns back into an angel.. BUT he doesn't realize it. (Much like the Lucifer tv series, angels & and the devil are what they think. If they feel unworthy, they lose their powers & feathers. If they feel evil, their wings turn to bar wings. If they feel worthy, they get their powers back) Thus, Azazel's outside appearance doesn't reflect the fact that Adam used his powers to change the universe to make them a angel, returning him to his true form. Of course it's questionable if Adam even mean to do it consciously. His powers are so strong they overrode the injustice of mistaken fall.
Jophiel sees Azazel's true form for a blink of an eye when Adam does it. He can't be sure it was real, or he was just seeing what he believed Azazel would look like as an angel. It pulls at his mind about Aziraphale, the angel he once knew. But he can't pin it all down.
S2 plays out & Jophiel returns to Hevean to change it and make it worth of Azazel. Azazel refuses to go with him fearing that doing so will endanger Jophiel.
After they battle the Second Coming it's revealed that Azazel is indeed an angel when Heaven tries to remove the name Azazel from the book of life. Which fails cause his official name is no longer "the demon Azazel" but in fact, "The Angel Aziraphale" course, Heaven have no idea. Again, they become afraid that Azazel is invincible OR that God is protecting them. This allows Azazel & Jophiel the ultimate protection from Heaven & Hell to move to a cottage & be at peace.
Back on Earth, Christ explains to Azazel that they are angels & and that crossing their name out of the Book of Life did fail. But he won't tell a soul believing God plans to save humanity after the anti-Christ & a demon/then former demon and supreme archangel work together to save the world twice. He explains that the outward appearance & burning hands are all coming from Azazel themselves. Jophiel gets it immediately and thoroughly understands. He's extremely happy for Azazel but is heartbroken his beloved is so deeply hurt, so he remains demon-looking.
Azazel has difficulty accepting the truth, his truama & his self esstem. Jophiel supports Azazel as they slowly unpack 6000 years of trauma & poor self esstem. Azazel's appearance changes from an owlish demon humaniod-like appearance to Aziraphale's angelic appearance humaniod-like appearance & back depending how he feels about himself. Meaning sometimes he has Aziraphale's eyes and hands & sometimes he has owl like Azazel eyes/hands. His hands sometimes still burn when his prays but not as strongly. They heal when he's having his "good" days & appears as his angrl form. "Good" as in healing & better mentally. Not suitable as morally cause they are always that kind of good if they are demons or angels. No matter if Azazel looks like a angel or demon if he gets stressed feathers pop up like a Owl as his owl-like form is apart of him.
Beelzebub & Gabriel are happy for Azazel getting his angel side back & visit from time to time. Muriel stick around & helps. Otherwise Azazel & Jophiel are free of heaven & hell. They love happily ever after.
I can't decide if Jophiel should find out that Aziraphale protected him & fell when he was in Heaven or when Azazel's appearance changes & he remembers everything. (This would be as after Christ explains everything about Azazel). I kinda like the angst of Jophiel understanding everything when the battle is over. He has to choose between going back for MORE revenge or moving forward with Azazel. Jophiel dealing with guilt and shame at the same time as Azazel is dealing with his own trauma/guilt/shame is both delicious angst and A LOT. Jophiel's wings would turn black & remain black both as atonement/guilt/shame but also to show he is DONE with heaven. This upsets Azazel, but they must come to terms with the fact that Jophiel isn't going to fall. That they are bound by the fear of Heaven or Hell. That Jophiel chooses to walk away and is allowed to be mad at God. That they don't have to protect Jophiel anymore from their deepest fear. It can't happen anymore. To see Jophiel outside his fears. I think it would allow their relationship to grow.
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OKAY SO IVE HAD AN IDEA FOR A WHILE
Imagine the M6 and MC proposing at the same time. Like they pull out a ring only to turn around and see that the other person also pulled out a ring. I think its very silly but also very cute :3
The Arcana HCs: MC and M6 proposing at the same time
~ ahaaa I love silly and cute! This is a wonderful suggestion and I adore it. another addition to the marriage themed hcs! - brainrot ~
Julian
Fumbles and almost drops the ring in shock
Is quick to pull himself back together and relax into his typical roguish grin
"Well that answers the question for me."
Will 100% forget to put the rings on because he's too busy frantically making out with you in relief
You'll have to be patient when you do go to put the rings on, because he's trembling all over
Is it the leftover nerves? The excitement? The week of sleepless nights he suffered overthinking it ahead of time?
Will need you to reassure him later that your answer was in fact yes
Will suggest you kiss him again to prove it
You're about to watch him agonize over one of the most difficult decisions of his life regarding his ring
Does he wear the original size that fits his finger? Does he request it be sized up to wear over his glove? He wants to show it off, but he wants to wear it all the time, and he can't ask you for two, and -
He's pacing? If you pin him he'll stop
Asra
Moment of silence while they turn bright red, because seeing you offer your commitment unprompted instead of themself suddenly makes it 1000x more real
Says yes so quietly you'll have to ask him to repeat
Will zone out staring at you adoringly until you make a move or they realize that you're looking at them too
Kisses you before you can give him the ring but at some point they'll magically appear on your fingers
You keep having to pause because they can't stop chuckling
Teases you relentlessly about it later
"So eager, MC. When did you become so forward?"
Picks up a new habit of kissing your wrist, palm, and ring finger every time you hold hands
Develops a strong preference for holding the hand with his ring on it
Doesn't make any kind of announcement, just visits all of their friends and acquaintances and waits for them to notice
Selasi the baker has the quickest time
Nadia
Delighted and trying not to show how peeved she is
She loves you. You love her. You love her so much that you're proposing
But she was already proposing
She's in the middle of following through on an elaborate plan that she's been putting together for weeks
She has a lot of backup plans too for when things can and will go wrong -
- she just doesn't have one for when they go right!
It's only a second of her grieving her initial plan of sweeping you off your feet before she's nodding and smiling and saying yes
Puts the rings on before kissing you
"I had a wonderful event planned. May I show you?"
Will have the grandest engagement announcement and celebration you're comfortable with
Decides in hindsight that the proposal was much better this way
The story about who proposed to who changes depending on whether she's talking to family or to friends
Muriel
Secretly relieved, he'll let you take it from here
Immediate reaction is to pull you into a hug. He's so happy and he wants to savor this moment
Doesn't need to say anything more unless you ask him, just let him enjoy this
He made the ring he gives you
Even more shy than usual about kissing you. He really wants to, but this is something he's been working up to doing for months now and it's a lot
Inanna gives him so much grief about it
Avoids going into town for a week after the news gets out. He knows he's going to be congratulated and he appreciates it but that requires responding to lots of people at once
Will frequently get lost in thought admiring his ring
It takes him a few tries to say "my fiance" out loud without overheating
Those first few tries happen in front of Asra, who brings it up regularly in conversation for years
Portia
Squeals high enough to make your ears bleed
You proposed at the same time! That's so romantic!! That's so in sync!!! This is clearly meant to be!!!!
Screams yes before kissing you breathless, the rest of the proposal completely forgotten
Talking excitedly between kisses about how much she loves you and how perfect that was until she remembers she didn't see the ring you chose
"Where's my ring? Oh, it's so beautiful! Quick, let's put them on!"
Nonstop ecstatic giggles for the rest of the day
Announces it to every person she meets and shows off the ring like it's a trophy
Has an ongoing story about how the rings are also in love with each other, and sometimes her ring gets lonely for your ring and wants a kiss, and oh look, now you're holding hands
You two should kiss too
Uses this story to introduce you on every single one of her ambassador trips
Lucio
Pouting at first because you interrupted him in the middle of proposing before he realizes that it's because you're proposing too
Well hey if you thought of it too then it must the perfect plan
Very aggressive making out, regardless of the setting he chose and whether anyone's watching
Secretly ecstatic about the ring
It's been a while since he's received something new and shiny to wear, and this one's a lifetime of special
Consistently fishes for compliments on the ring he chose for you. He just wants to ensure that his taste is the best
Mercedes and Melchior are so tuned in to him that they start going nuts every time he glances at his ring or introduces you as his fiance
If anyone asks, he proposed first and then you proposed immediately afterwards
Will either completely forget to mention that you're engaged or introduce himself to everyone he meets as "MC's fiance"
Forms a habit of flipping people off with his ring finger because "it's extra powerful if you're involved."
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the-isopodcalypse · 1 year
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✨ 2022 recap ✨
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@etheltheblog tagged me for this thingy and I will now attempt to recall the media I consumed this year.
Top 3 films/shows
1899 (2022) dir. Baran bo Odar
Immigrants on a steamship travelling from London to New York get caught up in a mysterious riddle after finding a second vessel adrift on the open sea.
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) dir. Rian Johnson
Tech billionaire Miles Bron invites his friends for a getaway on his private Greek island. When someone turns up dead, Detective Benoit Blanc is put on the case.
Courage The Cowardly Dog (1996) Program creator: John Dilworth
Courage is a timid pink dog with paranoia problems. His owners are an old couple living on a farm full of bizarre adversaries. Courage must overcome his fear and help save his owners, Eustace and Muriel, from ghosts and paranormal spirits living on the farm. Although Muriel loves Courage, Eustace loves to tease him and scare him.
Top 3 books
When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill
Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir
Raptor Red by Robert T. Bakker
Top 3 biggest improvements
Started HRT
Got some medical shit done I was terrified of getting done for years
Got a cool jean jacket and put some pins on it
Top 3 resolutions
Get shit that’s wrong with my house fixed so I can start planning on moving
Save for a bigger tank for Meat Loaf
Get stronk
Favorite song
Kalahari Down- Orville Peck
Favorite quote
"And the first child asked: Dost thou oppose me, and thou half-dead?
And the second child said, I am as one half-dead, but you would be two-halves dead, bitch.
To which the first child said, My sweet, I only die of longing for thee.
And the other child said, Then perish.” (from Nona The Ninth)
@intricatecakes @bumblybeemika @alvangs Do this if u wanna
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princesspuresarahk · 2 years
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My Courage The Cowardly Dog au aka  Courage The Cowardly Gal ! starring Corage the cowardly gal! Abandoned as babe, she was found by Muriel, who lives with her husband, Eustace Bagge.  But creepy stuff happens in Nowhere. It's up to Courage to save her new home! Stupid girl! You made me look bad! OOGA BOOGA BOOGA!  Courage:AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Courage is an sweet kind but overly frightened 16-17 year old who lives in Nowhere,Kansas Courage is a genuine coward and she often expresses her distress with over-the-top, piercing shriek. regardless, she still goes to great lengths to protect her family. she often gets hurt, sometimes quite bruised and only surviving through her determination and/or pure luck. Despite her cowardice, Courage is very clever and resourceful when the situation demands it, outsmarting the villains most of the time which sometimes impresses them with her wit and growing bravery. she also sometimes displays super strength, carrying Muriel and Eustace with relative ease when her adrenaline kicks in. Aiding her at saving the day is a self-aware, sarcastic and seemingly omniscient computer that she keeps in the attic/her room who she nicknamed Cye .Courage was abandoned as 3 year old babe after her parents were sent into outer space by a mad doctor after he tried to do the same with her but her who were concerned and suspicious intervened saving their daughter but were incidentally sent to space instead as Courage sadly couldn’t do anything to save as the poor watched her parents be transported away not knowing if she’ll ever see her mama and daddy again as she could do now was run and escape that cruel doctor! during her escape Courage accidentally ran into a table with unknown chemicals spilling all over the little one (turning her skin becoming pale like milk, cheeks and lips continuously rosy hue, glass paler bluebell eyes and hair once a lovely raven was now beautiful luscious deep purple pink becoming soft as silk and as she would get old her body would grow into voluptuous figure yet still small of 5′0 ft to one day her foes would find her alluring) ,after her escape with many hours and running far away into the night until her energy finally ran out where Courage dropped into an ally by a dumpster as she sat down tired and scared to the bone all Courage could was cry for the lose of her parents and hide in the garbage of strangers passing by her fear making her to scared to ask for help for days Courage thought no will love and help her until a kind sweet-nature woman noticed the poor little one know by as Muriel Bagge who decided with her maternal instinct took Courage in adopting her into the family (while giving her name Courage when she saw the words in heart locket around her neck and remarked that she must be quite brave to be there by herself). and loving her with a motherly care and her reluctant husband Eustace who regularly bullies her but Muriel always protects Courage scolding Eustace for scaring her with a whack of her rolling pin or purse. 
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sweetbuckybarnes · 2 years
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Pairings: Gilbert Blythe + Anne Shirley
Summary: Anne moves to New York after spending time there, a 10-year reunion where they never ended up chasing each other and admit their love at the reunion.
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A nearly 28-year-old Anne Shirley-Cuthbert climbed off the train from New York, yawning after travelling for 18 hours to get from New York to Avonlea.
On the other side of the train, was Gilbert Blythe, who was stuck to the platform - now that he has set eyes on the sleepy Anne. She looked even more perfect and gorgeous compared to the last time he saw her. Waving Diana off nearly 10 years ago.
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Gilbert got onto the platform, to take the train to Charlottetown, then the next train to Toronto. After he called off his engagement to Winifred, he would become the best doctor on Prince Edward Island - he'd make Anne proud, even if he spent the rest of his life alone.
He looked over as he saw the love of his life hugging Diana. They pulled away, and Gilbert saw tears running down Anne's cheeks and it broke his heart - all he wanted to do was run over and protect her from everything horrible that will ever happen to his darling Anne.
"Get on the train, Di," Anne said, pushing Diana towards the train slightly. "Enjoy Paris, bring me something back,"  Anne said, whipping away the tears running down her cheeks.
"Someone like Gilbert?" Diana joked, making Anne look down. Gilbert heard what Diana said, and he looked over at the pair in shock. Did Anne love him?
"Stop it, Diana. You know he's getting married to Winifred and leaving for Paris," Anne said, looking over at Diana. "He must have read my letter and he's still going,"
Letter? What letter? Gilbert ransacked his brain, trying to remember if there was a letter sitting in the kitchen or even in his room.
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"Matthew!" Anne exclaimed, rushing over to her adoptive father, dropping her suitcase at their side and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Anne," it was well-known that Matthew didn't say much, but it was said in his actions how much he loved and had missed Anne. Shirley-Cuthbert.
They stood hugging on the platform for a while before they pulled away. "Marilla has supper on, we best be going," Matthew said, reaching down and picking up Anne's suitcase.
They left the station, not even realising that Gilbert was watching them go.
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Gilbert was already at the school late afternoon, helping Miss Stacey set up for the reunion. Ruby and Moody were already here, as well as Billy, Jane and Prissy.
Diana and Anne weren't here yet, nor were Josie, Tillie, Charlie or the rest of the boys (well, men...).
Ms Stacey had set out the remainder of the food as Diana and Anne come rushing in, in fits of giggles. Gilbert was automatically launched back to the days of their youth when the girls would come in giggling from their walk from their homes.
Seeing Anne laugh now, her laughter hasn't changed one bit, it was still light and airy. It still tugged at his heart-strings. How much time they have missed, and what they could have been doing if he found the letter.
"Anne! Diana!" Ms Stacey smiles, as everyone turned around and looked at the pair of ladies. Gilbert was already looking at Anne as she took off her shawl, her hair was curled and held by pins around the back of her head.
The girls chorused a greeting to Ms Stacey, who brushed them off and told them to call her Muriel, they are old enough.
"Anne, how's New York treating you?" Ms Stacey asks, making gilbert look over at Anne in surprise. New York, that's where she has been since graduation. 
He'd gotten a letter from Diana, in which she criticized everything that he did.
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Gilbert,
How could you never even bother to speak to Anne about anything! You have had every opportunity to speak to her! For years!
Oh, admit it! You've been smitten with Anne ever since she first came to Avonlea and smashed her slate over your head! There have been countless clues!
And you certainly can't deny were beguiled by her at dance practice, even though it turns out that you were secretly courting a mystery debutante, who you had the temerity to step out with at the fair with no word of warning!
Then you show up at the ruins after exams, demand to know how Anne feels about you, and give her all of 30 seconds to decide her entire future!
And worst of all, you callously ignored the letter Anne wrote to you, even though she told you she loved you!
Regards,
Diana Barry.
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Gilbert had spent years building up the courage to speak to Anne about his feelings for her (he tried to at the ruins and never got the words out, there was also the possibility that Anne wouldn't remember him confessing how he felt/still feels, considering how much she had to drink).
He'd spent enough on his own, it was time (once and for all) to see if Anne loves him the same way he has since she smashed her slate around his head.
"Anne?" Gilbert spoke up, walking over to her side. She nodded and followed Gilbert to the storage cupboard (where Anne has had multiple heart-to-hearts with Diana).
"Is everything ok, Gilbert? What's wrong? Is it Winifred?" Anne asked, making Gilbert crinkle his eyebrows.
He looked at Anne in the eyes. "I... I don't know how Winifred is," Gilbert says, making Anne tilt her head to the side. "I didn't marry Winnie. I call the engagement off," Gilbert said, making Anne look extremely confused at him. "Diana sent me a letter, she told me off for a lot of how I treated you before we went to college,"
Anne looked away and stood by the window. This is the closure that she had been putting off for nearly a decade, and it would completely break her heart when Gilbert rejects her for the last time.
"Anne, I will never love another the way I love you," this caught her attention turning to look at him with wide eyes. "It's you, Anne. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire. You and you alone, are the keeper of the key to my heart," Gilbert reached over and rested his hand on her cheek.
This made a rosy blush rise onto Anne's cheeks, she fiddled with the sleeve of the blue dress she had on. "I love you too," she stated, as this was the moment that Gilbert decided to dive down and press a smothering kiss on Anne.
Anne was left speechless after the kiss, left gasping for air when he pulled away. She gripped the shoulder pads of his jacket. "My Anne with an E," Gilbert smiled, running his thumb along her cheekbone.
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