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what the best? (love your art you horny mf <3 (I am almost a horny mf))
fem Crowley x fem Aziraphale
masc Crowley x fem Aziraphale
fem Crowley x masc Aziraphale
masc Crowley x masc Aziraphale
As far as my own art, I tend to leave the interpretation up to everyone else, but in general all of it's good!
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thekeythief · 4 months
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noodles-and-tea · 2 months
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He is in awe
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Slasher Handler
Description from the discord:
My next (first fanfic) project is going to be an AU for charmed!slasher!Simon where reader knows he's dangerous, finds out he's literally a killer, and decides to provide him with ✨enrichment✨ to help him… I dunno? Control his urges? Channel them into good? Meet the need before the distressing behavior starts? They're way over their head.
Part 1 - Meeting Your New Neighbor (SFW)
Part 2 - Grocery Shopping (SFW)
Part 3 - Meeting Kyle For Coffee (Time skip) (SFW)
Part 4 - Consequences (To Meeting Kyle For Coffee) (NSFW)
Part 5 - Reward (For Being So Considerate) (NSFW)
Part 5.5 - After the Reward (From Simon's POV) (NSFW)
Part 6 - Simon's Been Restless (NSFW)
Part 7 - Date Activities (NSFW)(Not Spicy!)
Part 8 - Romance Isn't Dead (NSFW)(Not Spicy!)
Part 9 - Pneumothorax (NSFW)
Gaz Interlude - A look into the medical side of things (SFW)
Gaz Interlude Part 2 - The other side of the medical side of things (SFW)
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mythological-mayhem · 1 month
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Greek Gods Incorrect Quotes 25
Apollo: So I sit on my computer like, 24/7.
Hermes: That's terrible, you should try a chair.
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star-containment · 5 months
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goood omens things that keep me up at night part 4: aziraphales sigh when they walk into the shop that was the magic shop in 1941
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mylittleponyfag · 20 days
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idk they might be going back to jail
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sudsyv2 · 1 year
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HEDGEHOG FOAP CHRONICLES PT 1
There’s no thought behind those eyes of his when he was wiggling his little steppers
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s1ckstvr0s · 2 months
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Real footage of Fyodor being delighted after he finally finished his 100k ao3 fic.
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rebouks · 6 months
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Previous // Next
Oscar: Well, well, well… [Oscar eagerly pulled Courtney close, grinning from ear to ear as he slid his hand over her stomach] Oscar: Aren’t you excited? Courtney: I guess it’s just a little sooner than I’d imagined. [Oscar tried his best to sound empathetic, though he couldn’t remove the elation from his voice completely] Oscar: We always said we wanted a bunch, right? [Courtney sighed; wanting a big family versus having to look after one were two completely different ball games. She felt as though she’d barely caught her breath since having the twins] Courtney: There’s always so much to do-.. the twins don’t even have their own room yet. Oscar: Bah, there’s like three-.. well, four rooms left to do n’ most of ‘em can wait. The attic doesn’t really count, I need to replace those ladders soon though-.. look, okay, it’ll be fine! I’ll get their room done; we’ve got at least.. seven, eight months? Courtney: What about your office? Oscar: Five rooms then, I can deal with a shitty office. We’ll turf the twins outta the closet first, the rest is whatever. Courtney: But you spend so much time in there… Oscar: You guys come first; you know that-.. c’mon, what’s the matter? Courtney: [sighs] Last time was kinda scary in the end, y’know? Oscar: Oh, I know.. but I’m willing to bet there’s only one in there this time, it’ll be easy-peasy in comparison! Courtney: Still, four kids is a lot… Oscar: So, we’ll stop after this one-.. but it’s kinda perfect, huh? A nice even number! Everyone’s got a pal for the rollercoaster, doughnuts come half a dozen a pack-.. shit, the table even has six chairs. Courtney: You have an answer for everything, don’t you? Oscar: Duh, it’s what I do best. [Courtney scoffed slightly, shaking her head with amusement] Oscar: We’ll manage, okay? I promise. Courtney: Ohh, a promise? Those are rare. Oscar: Exactly! We got this-.. you got this. [Courtney giggled nervously, though she couldn’t help but smile; Oscar’s euphoria was endearing and infectious] Oscar: Look at it! Another little birdie-.. I’m so fucking excited.
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quillsandblades · 2 months
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A Minute of Rest
Based on the art by @shunkani
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Dancing candle flames and the muted glow of the lanterns swam before her eyes. Hange Zoe would swap tedious hours of paperwork with titan or—as these days demanded—technological research any time. The mechanisms of a rail engine or the complex arrangements and workings of gears and wires were certainly more suited for her exhausted brain than planning the next steps of their alliance with Hizuru.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. With a sigh, she adjusted her glasses and pulled another sheet towards herself. Yellow parchment, embedded with small black text. Shadows flickered around the words. Her brain caught fragments of them.
Diplomatic relations with Hizuru date back to more than a century ago . . .
The unique characteristics of the Iceburst stone enable . . .
Potential reason of interest . . .
. . . cornered nation . . . no other country tolerates Eld . . .
She hunched over the table, squinting at the document, willing her mind to turn the words over and whip out a solution. There was a throbbing in her temples, and her back was stiff. But no, they had to plan their next moves; Hizuru had extended a hand of friendship and provided Paradis with ample resources for research about the outer world. She had to go through it all, understand the stance and motives of as many countries as she could. She wasn’t going to consider Hizuru as a reliable ally though, they were more concerned with Mikasa and the Iceburst stone rather than a good future for Paradis.
Hange slumped over her desk, face hidden in her arms. She was so tired of dealing with hate and mistrust and selfish, close-minded people. So tired.
A door opened behind her; quiet, measured footsteps sounded.
Levi.
A scraping sound on her desk followed by the weight of a hand on her shoulder.
‘Hange,’ his voice was low and made something warm and soothing unfurl in her stomach.
‘Mmm?’
‘Get your ass in bed if you’re so tired.’
She lifted her head. Levi was standing beside her, shadows playing upon his face; there was a cup of steaming tea on her desk. She sighed, pulling another paper towards herself, ‘Can’t.’
‘Your brain won’t understand shit in this state. Get some rest, a few hours won’t hurt.’
Oh yes they would. She squeezed her eyes shut. Time was precious, if she slept now who knows how many seconds, how many minutes would trickle through her fingers like water, and then she’d wake up, regretting it, because she could have done more research, maybe she’d have found answers, but then it would be morning and everyone would be awake and bustling about, and her presence would be demanded everywhere, and there’d be meetings where Zackly and Pixis and Lady Azumabito would stare at her, asking for their next moves, and whether she’d figured out something or not, but she’d just sit there with a blank face because she was so damn exhausted that she slept and there wouldn’t be time to do anything at all then, because she jus—
Fingers pressed into the back of her shoulders, kneading her stiff muscles, cutting out her thoughts.
Her surprised exhale crumbled into a weary one. Levi’s hands gradually moved to her shoulder blades, thumbs digging into the sore, knotted parts of her back. Warmth rippled through her body at his touches, easing out a tension she wasn’t aware of until now.
‘This feels so fucking good,’ she mumbled heavily. ‘I didn’t even know I needed this.’
‘With that shitty posture, of course you needed this,’ he said, pushing her back and straightening her spine. ‘If you sit in that position for hours, it’ll definitely make your muscles go all tense.’
‘You’re starting to sound like Moblit,’ Hange chuckled. ‘Ever the worrywart.’
‘Someone has to look out for your clumsy ass.’
‘So you’ve decided to take full responsibility then, Captain?’ she grinned.
‘Never got the liberty of deciding in the first place,’ he droned out.
She laughed softly, somehow feeling lighter than she had in hours, days. His hands were still pressing upon her shoulders, lifting the invisible weight, induced by stress. She hummed softly and leaned back, so that she was pressing against Levi’s chest. His hands stilled, curling around the curves of her shoulders.
‘Oi . . .’ he said softly.
The back of her head came to rest against his neck. She inhaled deeply, a clean woody scent invaded her nose, making her eyes flutter shut and her breaths slow down. It felt good, having Levi so close, feeling his warmth all around.
‘Hange,’ he called her again.
‘Can we just . . . stay like this . . . for a while?’ she whispered.
Yeah, just for a while. Because she still had work to do, so she couldn’t give in to the heavy pull of sleep yet. She’d rest for a minute, with Levi right beside her. Then she’d start again.
‘Okay,’ he said quietly.
‘Just . . . don’t let me sleep. I still have . . .’ her words dissolved into exhausted breaths, ‘so much to do.’
‘Sure, don’t worry.’
So late in that night, when the golden hues of the candle flames splashed against wood and stone, and the barracks lay under the heavy spell of sleep, a tired Commander rested against her faithful Captain, knowing he would pull her out of the velvety folds of slumber and get her back to work soon.
But for now, she had a minute. A minute of rest.
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unamzi · 1 month
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My contribution for the dtiys of @itsxroxannex
Not very good but I tried at least- (also tried out a new style)
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potion-brew · 9 months
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“AsTaRiOn Is SuCh A rEdFlAg!!1 YoU nEeD tHeRaPy!1!”
I’ve romanced Fenris, Zevran, Dorian, Morrigan, and iron bull from dragon age. You bet your ass I need therapy.
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infectiouspiss · 8 months
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the dash is on their hands and knees begging gabe saporta to bring his stupid fucking emo band back
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@charliemwrites infected me with Charmed!Slasher!Ghost. The dialogue is directly from part 4 of their series.
No content warnings for this installment. Please let me know if you need me to add or tag any.
Slasher Handler Masterlist
Not everyone appreciates optimism. Seeing the best in people, you’ve been told on multiple occasions, is naive at best and dangerous at worst. Someone could take advantage of you. People have taken advantage of you. You’re going to get yourself hurt!
The thing is, you’re not naive. You’re old enough to have experienced the casual cruelty of the world. But being cruel yourself doesn’t help anything. Kindness costs very little, and you’re happy to pay a little toward your karma every day. And when people think you’re an easy, bubbly target, they tend to let their guard down.
No one expects you to be observant.
Your new neighbor doesn’t expect you to be observant.
When you almost run into him the day he moves in, it doesn't take long for you to recognize him as the guy who brought you home from the bar. For one, he’s huge and doesn’t bother to hide it. Secondly, his eyes are this flat, empty, piercing blue until you apologize. And then he smiles, and and his eyes go from lifeless tundra to sort-of-welcomingly-frigid, and you know, you know, that this guy is dangerous.
And then he informs you that he’s moving just next door. You probe a bit, and he tells you he’s not worried about your noise, even as he asks about neighbors. You give him a little vulnerability, see how still he goes when you mention that you’re a bit introverted.
“Anyway!” You chirp, slipping back into the bubbly persona before the last test. “Do you need any help moving things in?”
And your new neighbor’s pupils dilate, ever so slightly, even as all the life in them drains away.
“Thank you, luv," he says in that deep voice, "but I’m almost finished. I wouldn’t want to hold you up.”
You feel your whole body flush as your nervous system screams predator-danger-RUN. You look down and away, try not to fidget.
“Well, lemme know if you need anything! I always forget something important when I move,” you say, and hope he doesn’t take your nervousness as an invitation to attack. “I’m the one on the left.”
He says “call me Riley,” so you do. Don’t bother to give him a fake name back, because if he wants to, he can look at the packages on your doormat and get your full name anyway.
You spend the rest of the afternoon chewing on your bottom lip, thinking. People at the grocery store probably think you’re daydreaming, or really worried about getting the right box mix for dessert. A kindly older woman picks out her favorite brownie mix and tells you its her husband’s favorite, just add a few caramel candies. You thank her, genuinely, and add the box to your basket.
Back at home, waiting for the brownies to finish baking, you let the anxiety simmer. Riley is a predator, yes, and you’re potential prey. But he already lives next door. And the neighbor before him was also dangerous, the way all men are dangerous. Admittedly, that feels like comparing a goldfish to a volcano, but it’s true. So you’ll bring him a welcome-to-the-building gift and endear yourself to him.
Being kind doesn’t cost anything. And if he likes you, he probably won’t kill you.
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trashy2ksblog · 5 days
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