okay i’m trying to avoid good omens 2 spoilers because my dad and i just got through episode two. i don’t know why i thought getting on tumblr would be a good idea but im bored and it’s late and twitter is a shit hole of depression.
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oh my god i’m at a cute boys house and i’m really nervous but also happy i am smitten
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Soooo about part II of that amazing Itto’s first time fic 👀
Posted to AO3! I must have forgotten to post it here, please forgive me ;0;
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Okay but what if I wrote a one-shot of Metal owning a cafe and Sonic randomly walking in one day only to cause a scene because he's CONVINCED Metal is up to no good only for Metal to go, "Are you going to order? If not, please move. You're holding up the line 😤"
And to make this more delightful, everyone knows about the cafe and some characters are even regular customers (Amy, Shadow, Eggman too because why not). Which prompts Sonic to visit on a daily basis, always watching Metal, looking at what Metal does, and slowly but surely starts having some not so straight thoughts like, “Huh, it’s actually cute how he draws the roses on the coffee. Will he make one for me too? Wait- No!”
Metal meanwhile continues hating Sonic but always uses the freshest ingredients for Sonic’s orders and even puts more care into it because, "How dare he. I'm going to show him that I'm BETTER than him. He'll have no choice but to be impressed."
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hi welcome to whats becoming my annual “im not dead” post
got fired from disney, so currently unemployed:))) it’s fine everything is FINE
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lmao at this point we should just start having mock tmnt au conventions, not competitions just silly gatherings
just put all aus in a big room and let them run amok
maybe some of the aus can sell some merch from their aus, all the Mikeys selling art and taking commissions, Donnies are all trying to out build each other
panels on what to do in certain aus like "What To Do If Your Mutant Turtle Brother Goes Feral" or "Apocalypse Survival 101" or "Defenstration and You"
separated au therapy sessions, play areas for any tots that come along, April O'Neil meetup, an arcade room of course
some of these kids desperately need to be socialized lol
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Ah! Siggy! I absolutely love your Quỳnh&Nicky shenanigans art! I'm imagining they're doing the medieval equivalent of skedaddling after a slow-mo explosion or something. Actually, out of frame... there might be a small fire... that they may or may not have started... just a gut instinct on my part... :)))
Anyway! Thank you for blessing us. As usual, your immortals fam art always makes my day. <3
Ahhhh Smith my friend, thank you so much!! <333 This mental image was so vivid (and so spot-on omg you got it) that I had to write you a little ficlet <3
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“Mush, steed, mush!”
At Quỳnh’s order, Nicolò hoisted her up higher in his arms and sped on, the sounds of his boots hitting the dock hammering like a drum. Shocked passerby hopped out of their way, throwing complaints at their backs.
“Aha!” Quỳnh exclaimed in victory, leaning over her brother’s shoulder to take aim with her arrow at the chaos they left. This ridiculous dress she wore restricted her movements just enough to be annoying, but she would have no problem tearing it off given the chance.
Men’s voices hollered after them, and she laughed at their raised fists, at the blazing fire she’d proudly left.
“Is it bad?” asked Nicolò, barely out of breath. He looked on ahead, eyes wide in a mix of mortification and panic that had Quỳnh laughing out loud again.
Behind, the fire had eaten the dock and men had leapt into the water to avoid the worst of it. Some were rolling barrels away, as far as they could from the reach of the fire — definitely a good idea, given what the barrels were filled with — and they seemed torn between shouting at each other and following Quỳnh and Nicolò with their guns.
“Not bad at all,” Quỳnh promised happily.
One of the men, the one in the nicest robes, wailed after her with a hand over his heart. “My lady,” he called. “My love!”
Quỳnh offered him a sour face and very much considered shooting him.
“Although I support you always,” said Nicolò, quite literally supporting all her weight thanks to this damned dress, “was this really the way to reject the merchant’s proposal?”
Quỳnh kicked her slippers, and Nicolò adjusted his grip under her knees. “Hey, you were the one who told me to shoot.”
“I could not have predicted you’d fire a lamp into a barrel of gun powder!”
“Couldn’t you? One must always go out with a bang, Nico. It’s a matter of style.”
As if summoned by her words, Quỳnh looked behind them once more to see a few men rolling a cannon on the dock in their direction.
“Of course...” she said, “being blown apart by a cannon ball is one way to go out with a bang.”
“Madre di Dio.”
“It was a jest!” she lied. “We have absolutely nothing to worry about.” She smiled wide then, retiring her bow and arrow for now, as they would be virtually useless against cannon fire, and she peered into Nicolò’s face. “Just run very fast.”
He certainly did.
Then he huffed, “Right, well we will not be telling Andromache and Yusuf about this.”
Quỳnh patted his shoulder. “Oh, absolutely not.”
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