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foolishlovers · 4 months
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anything can be a good omens au if you’re unhinged enough
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nuppu-nuppu · 3 months
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give Megumi his dad back
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p4nishers · 7 months
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there's something i need to say and yall can boo me for it but deep in my heart i'll always know i'm correct: crowley already forgave aziraphale. like already would take him back at one flutter of his eyelashes. that's all.
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furiosophie · 2 years
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He looks back down at the baby – Andy – with her lick of dark hair and her splotchy pink skin. Even though she can’t be more than a month old, probably not even, the resemblance to her father – to Hob’s friend – is already uncanny. She looks imperious, a little disapproving, like she’ll nap in his arms if she has to since she doesn’t want to be rude, but privately she thinks the conditions aren’t quite befitting an infant of her station.
Hob loves her instantly, instinctively, in a way that he thinks is going to be nearly impossible to get over.
real people by spqr (@andthepeople)
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Im a top ice truther unfortunately
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viperwhispered · 1 month
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Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.
At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 
However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.
You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.
So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.
It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.
At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.
“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.
Of course.
It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.
You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.
“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.
“Yes.”
“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”
“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.
Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.
“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.
Really, when did he get so tired?
And how did you not notice it earlier?
You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.
Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.
You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.
Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.
Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.
“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.
Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.
“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”
“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.
Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.
But sometimes you really wish it would be.
Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.
Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.
“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”
You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.
“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”
Still, Jamil frowns.
You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?
“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.
And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.
“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.
It seems he has accepted his fate.
You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.
And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.
Tagging @diodellet @twstgo @crystallizsch @jamilvapologist @jamilsimpno69 as per request If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, let me know!
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katballesteros · 5 months
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Sachi
Commissioned by @inusmasha for @mustardyellowsunshine
Enjoy, Robin! :)
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fckedupnerd · 4 months
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This mf was the hottest Mat has ever been and nobody can convince me otherwise. Fickelgruber the one true love of my LIFE. 💚💚💚💚
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iizuumi · 11 months
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I had to sketch this little scene form @asidian ‘s fic Someone to Rely On because it was not leaving my head!!! 
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thatlosertheo · 1 month
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Ever just have like an amazing fic idea but don’t have the motivation or time to write it yourself so you start frantically searching for an existing fic that has the same plot as what you were envisioning but can’t find one so you have to resort to playing out little scenarios in your head but ultimately its just not the same? Just me? Okay..💔
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junkh3ad · 3 months
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i always see shit with pickles pining over nathan but not many of the opposite. i want more clueless pickles and absolutely lovestruck nathan. please and fucking thank you.
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angel-mira · 5 months
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cutest spotter ever <3
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mishapen-dear · 11 months
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the road to hell is paved with good intentions
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kuvwrlds · 4 months
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victoria neuman is a WOMAN KISSER SHE KISSES WOMEN i know this for a FACT
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I need a damian and Danny twin fic, where Danny was the superior twin and was supposed to be the heir but 'died' for whatever reason and now he lives with the Fentons and everything but he still has skewed morals from growing up as a prodigy assassin so he is just one bad experience from absolutely losing his shit and going on a murder rampage.
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nicolloyd · 5 months
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short comic based on skywalker syndrome by @lloydskywalkers! (tw for blood, dismembered arm and choking under the cut)
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ok this took SO long but i finally got it done so i hope you enjoyed it! i recently read this fic (i know im late to the party) and it was just way too good so i had to draw it, seriously tho if you havent already plspls check out lloydskywalkers their fics are just sooo good ive read almost every single one
you can kinda see where the quality dips on this but nevertheless i hope its still alright, its a miracle i stuck with it throughout honestly its only my second time drawing an actual comic and its like 30 drawings long
if you have any criticsm pls share it with me! ive been trying to get better at expressions so i know i have room to improve!
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