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one extra xmas doodle, this one based on a real story
I tried eggnog for the first time like... around this time yesterday. It ain't particular common to have this for christmas where I live and I quite liked it!! I got a sweet tooth and so it fit my tastes just fine
It was also so sweet I kinda forgot there was alcohol in it til it hit me somewhat hard later. Oops
Happy Holidays all y'all
#fursona#furry#fatfur#fat fur#rabbit#bunny#chubby#fat#eggnog#drunk#tis the season i suppose#merry christmas#happy holidays
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is it normal to be completely terrified of bigfoot
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The Bestie drew driderzawa so I guess I need to write that spiderzawa y/n I've been sitting on
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Behold
Joel of the Smallishbeans variety
#smallishbeans#hermitcraft#he is a dragonfly to me#Also I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to make the coat thingy (I dunno what it’s called) work when tied around the waist#So I just left it as is#joel smallishbeans#hermitcraft season 10#hermitcraft s10#Also this is loosely based on the one really popular Joel design that im not sure where it originated from-#but if I ever find out then I might tag them#I dunno if im supposed to tho-
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may i humbly request a mistletoe kiss with rollo 🙏 hope youre having a happy holiday!!
following tradition
Rollo Flamme x reader
You can't help it, he has very kissable lips.
sorry for not finishing this in time for christmas day i wanted to do my reqs in chronological order BUT i also procrastinate too much. happy winter rollodays regardless !
"Do you know what we're standing under?"
You finally got to pull Rollo away from his duties to bring him into the room you prepared for this moment. This little activity wasn't going to take too long, but you're hoping he would just drop everything and spend the rest of the day with you.
Rollo looks up, and his eyes briefly widen a little before his expression softens. His gaze returns to you and he smiles slightly.
"A mistletoe," he says then gently cups your cheek.
You place your hand over Rollo's and lean in to nuzzle his warm palm. His cheeks slowly become dusted with a gentle pink up until his ears as he thinks of how to go with this. This isn't the first time you two have kissed, but something like this has to be special. He thinks that you surely wouldn't want this to be a quick one, but the prospect of something more passionate flusters him even more.
"You already know what to do, right?" You smile into his hand. "What? Of course I do," he answers and he practically gave away his tenseness to you. Rollo knows you're teasing him, as you always treat him like someone with no knowledge of these things.
He can prove to you that he can be intimate too. The both of you move at the same time when he places his other hand on your face with yours on his shoulders. You close your eyes and slowly lean into him. You start feeling the warmth of his face...
For no particular reason, you open them again slightly just to find your reflection in his. "You're going to kiss me with your eyes open?"
You feel his hands press against your cheeks, almost like he's squishing them. "You wouldn't have noticed in the first place if you didn't do the same."
It's not like you're mad about it, but you used to hear these kinds of things from others when your significant other doesn't close their eyes when they kiss, it meant they weren't trustworthy. You didn't actually believe in it, so who knows why you blurted it out when you two were already going to do it with no problem.
You trust Rollo, right? There shouldn't have been an issue, but you want to press it on to see what he'd say about it.
"Come on, close your eyes with me," you giggle lightly to help ease him in case he's taking it the wrong way. "Is there a rule about closing your eyes?" He asks you, and his voice is breathy, almost like a whisper from how close you two are. It makes your heart flutter.
You try to think of a reason from the top of your head, but you shouldn't have been particular about it at all. "It's because I want to see you," he adds on.
"Ah, Rollo..."
He lets out a gasp when you lean in and kiss his cheek. Rollo had such a sweet reason, so you feel a bit bad for making a small fuss over it. "I guess it's just something about sharing a vulnerable moment together. Can we try again?"
How can he say no to you with the way things are now? "Come here, my dear," he finally gives in and closes his eyes, and the two of you finally kiss.
You remember the first time you did this together in mid-Autumn when his nose had bumped into yours. Rollo must have learned by now with the way he slightly tilted his head to pair his lips together with yours like puzzle pieces. You wrap your arms around his neck and his other hand lets go to snake around your waist.
Maybe there really was a point in closing your eyes when you kiss someone you love. You can feel the way all your other senses are heightened and overwhelmed by his presence. Rollo gently massages your lips with his own, and you hold back the temptation to deepen the kiss with your tongue. He presses your body much closer to his with one arm alone, and you're reminded once more of his strength. You really don't want to let go so the two of you can stay as one forever, but you need to breathe as much as you need him.
He turns out to be the one to pull away first, followed by an audible gasp. Before he could say anything, you dive face-first into the crook of his neck, shutting your eyes and breathing deeply. You miss the chance to see how he looks after all that, but you can't get enough of the feeling of being enveloped in him.
It was silent between you two for a while as the both of you were catching your breaths like it was your first kiss all over again. "Hmm, what you said about closing one's eyes has some merits now that I've experienced it for myself," he laughs lightly to break the silence as he pats your head. Your arms lower and embrace around his waist while making a small noise in place of nodding.
"You're rather clingy now. Did I do well?"
"You did... I just don't want you to go so soon," you whine into his collar. Rollo pauses for a moment while absent-mindedly stroking your hair. It's the winter holidays, so there shouldn't be any need for him to continue working like normal. "Oh, alright. I suppose my tasks don't have to be done today..."
He can tell how happy that answer made you when your body became less tense in his arms.
"Can we do this under a mistletoe again next time?"
"We don't need a mistletoe just to kiss, my dear."
#rollo flamme x reader#rollo flamm x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#rollo flamme#microsoft word#my brother in christ#this was supposed to be a short drabble but i got so invested#i need this man in my room NOW#tis the season to be jolly thats why i got two rollo fics thus far that are winter-themed
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— maybe you’re both a little scared of having the other’s lives in your hands again
SORRY SORRY I HAD TO DRAW THIS SCENE THEY MAKE ME ILL
#double life smp#double life spoilers#desert duo#gtws#goodtimeswithscar#grian#my brain has been whirring like a ceiling fan since this episode came out n it’s onLy gotten worse#how am I supposed to interact with the outside world#also feeding into the lovebird grian propaganda based off that one post#my take on the turning silly times into plot:#scar is tryna avoid recognising the soulmate thing because they’ve had this song and dance before#they’ve has their lives tied and well that turned out swell for them didnt it#so he doesn’t acknowledge it in a attempt to protect grian and maybe himself#GRIAN HOWEVER#actively acknowledging it because it’s scar and its like being in the desert again and the wound from last season still hurts so he just#throws himself back into protecting scar mode#and they’re both a little scared because they don’t want to lose eachother#or maybe they’re tired of hurting eachother#anyways are there like#normal double life watchers#people who just watch for their silly YouTubers and then go about their everyday lives#do they even exist#my art B)
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brain absolutely rotting cuz it’s 4am but I really think if spn is making a continuation I think some of it should be about jack trying to find another Mary in the other worlds or even finding a world where he never killed her and of course in the process of finding and removing her from that world he’d come close to ripping the fabric of the multiverse/reality (multiality?) and just Becoming So Much Worse because he can’t let go of his guilt over that one specific unfixable mistake and the obsessive drive he has to fix it anyways. And yes he’s still like that as god because becoming god didn’t actually fix him it just lobotomized him so bad that he didn’t even blink when he saw another living breathing alternate world version of his mother figure that he tragically murdered
#cal.txt#can you tell I REALLY REALLY REAAALLLYYYYY want the prequel to have more jack.#is it obvious yet#spn#jack kline#mary winchester#tfw 2.0#supernatural#spn prequel#spn season 16#jack and mary#don’t ask me how this ties into sam and dean and cas all effectively being dead#or chuck won theory . I’m purely spitballing#I’m wishboning I suppose#like .#come on .#I NEED CLOSURE FOR THEM.
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Velvette in Hazbin Hotel S1E3: Scrambled Eggs
#Hazbin Hotel S1E3: Scrambled Eggs#hazbin hotel#my photos#cool outfit but jesus i was so embarrassed for her#they tried so hard to make this into a bad bitch moment and it wasn’t happening#im hoping they do her more justice next season and dont make her throwaway characters like vox and val#because this was such a terrible thing to do for her and her team#so assured of their supposed power they arrogantly cut ties with the Top Weapon Manufacturers of hell and all other major overlord allies#yeah they can smuggle and pawn but how exhausting is that??
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Me and my niece did a bingo battle for the finale 😁😁
( I am fucking distraught )
#ofmd#ofmd spoilers#ofmd s2#ofmd season 2#ofmd bingo#bingo#blackbeard#gentlebeard#izzy hands#i cant do this anymore#what am i supposed to do now that the silly pirate show ended#i mean i guess i can watch it again#yes in fact i will watch it again#yes i know my bingo ideas might look a bit vague but trust me it made sense when i made it at the time#(we both tied at 11 good guesses)
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IOVANNA (hotd) 🔮 // UNA (hotd) 🐍
ELAENAERA (hotd) 🕊 // ALVA (asoiaf) 🌸
VIKTORIYA (cp2077) 📟 // VIOLANTE (dbd) 🕷
MIKA (bullet train) 🚄 // YELENA (fo3) 🌿
TAGGED BY @florbelles, @leviiackrman, @morvaris, @confidentandgood, @queennymeria, @risingsh0t, @phillipsgraves, @florbelles, @denerims, @chuckhansen, @jendoe and @marivenah to make the loves in this picrew! ty ty so much dears!
TAGGING: @feystepped, @griffin-wood, @kingsroad, @yennas, @aartyom, @malefiicarum, @roofgeese, @leondaltons, @girlbosselrond, @shadowglens, @celticwoman, @rocketsummer, @pheedraws, @noonfaerie, @50sjello, @adelaidedrubman, @aceghosts, @jacobseed, @arklay, @blissfulalchemist, @veisshaupt, @leonscottskennedy, @heroofpenamstan and you!
#only if you want to! 🤍🕊#oc: iovanna dayne#oc: una nathaira uller#oc: elaenaera targaryen#oc: alva amaranthine#oc: viktoriya vays#oc: violante valtieri#oc: mika minegishi#oc: yelena voronin#leg.ocs#leg.tagged#t: picrews#i also have a pillars of eternity oc to introduce but she still needs a name and fc 🤍🕊🥺#vio here to inform you that witchcraft to break into the fog can be taxing besties! it requires arcane knowledge and some blood!#and by some! i mean a lot besties! <3 aj she’s doing FINE aksjzjx#she was supposed to be wearing vittorios jacket buuut none of them matched what he has so she has it tied around her waist <3 ✨😌#introducing alva! one of my roberts rebellion babies! rescued and raised dear girl rhaenys! BOTH OF ELIA’S BABIES SURVIVED OKAY ✨😤🥀🥺#i cant wait to develop her and her dynamic with *cough* it rhymes with whaegar ✨😵💫#UNAA its for sure season finale while future grandpops in law o*tto was doing his thing una went to claim the cannibal <3)#blood rituals require blood who knew!#pov: ur overjoyed bc u at last claimed a dragon that has haunted ur waking nightmares until the day u claimed him ✨😌🐍🍃🥴#SHE FINALLY AT LAST AT LAAAST GOT HER CANON HAIRRR IM ON THE FLOOR CRYING IF YALL NEED ME ILL BE ON THE FLOOR SOBBINGG#iovanna has bags under her eyes from dealing with daemys nonsense all these years aksjjx the things u sacrifice for who u love! like sleep!#i mean mika is thriving and that’s all that matters u know? she got her revenge! she’s thriving! as she should <3#ella isn’t mad but she is miffed her sister just pointed out she only sees her laughing when yoren is around which means he makes her happy#baby baby yelena and her little freckles my little angel! dear girl u mean the world to me!#vika in the quest gimme danger looks <3 the only thing that’s nice about staring at a building for 817272 hours was goro being there ✨😒🤍🤍🥴#dear girl i think that means u fancy him <3 THE ICE QUEEN IS IN LOVE AGAIN AFTER SHE LOST JENKY ITS BEAUTIFUL 🤍🤍🕊
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Hi! 😍 I'm so sad that you can't do Fic Off anymore, but the December Prompt thing sounds great. So, if you please, I'd like 21 and 29 for Phrack. And thank you so much for doing this. 💖💖💖
No, no, we just can’t do it this year. @arlome and I have high hopes of returning to Fic Off next year, and special plans in the works for the spring as well, so 2023 has a lot of promise — at least as far as our fic collaborations go. 😂 But writing prompts in December has become a lovely tradition for me, so I wanted to keep that going as I was able this year anyway, and I thank YOU for the prompts. ❤️
That said... I have no idea if this is what you were looking for. 😂 But the prompt heart wants what it wants, I suppose, and apparently this is what it wanted for wrapping paper (21) and wishes (29)!
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Jack Robinson was a man who noticed things.
He couldn’t help it; he was, by nature and profession, a detective.
And, he could finally admit (to himself and the world), the object of his noticing these days was very often Phryne Fisher.
He knew things now. Knew how she took her tea, and when she preferred coffee, and what she looked like before she’d had either. He knew which songs she played to liven up a party, and where her favourite reading spot was, and which libations made her sick as an adult after overindulgences in her youth.
He knew because he noticed.
And something he’d noticed, which seemed a bit strange to him, was how she opened gifts.
For a woman who always seemed to be operating at top speed, she took a surprising amount of time and care when opening presents. There was almost a reverence there, which he found intriguing. So, one day, he asked her about it.
She was quiet, for a moment, and he worried that he’d overstepped, but then she smiled at him, a little embarrassed, a little sad, and shook her head.
“It was a game,” she explained quietly. “Stupid and silly, but Janey liked it. If you could open your present without ripping the wrapping paper, then you would get what you wished for. We hardly ever got presents, of course, just from Aunt P at Christmas and mother for our birthdays — when she could hide enough away from father, anyway. But we still played it, Janey and Arthur and me.” The smile got a little sadder then. “And now I’m the only one left who remembers that. Maybe that’s why I still do it. That or it’s just muscle memory.” She shrugged, the motion uncharacteristically stilted. “And either way I stopped believing in wishes long ago.”
“What about Guy?” Jack asked, though he suspected he knew the answer. She shook her head.
“Guy refused to play, but somehow always got what he wanted anyway,” she told him with a raised eyebrow and a bit more of her regular spark.
“Ah,” Jack replied. “Still, I think it must work sometimes,” he concluded.
“Oh?”
“Of course. Why do you think I’m so gentle with your clothes?” he asked with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows. She laughed at that, dispelling the last of her melancholy just as he’d hoped, and went back to opening the elaborate stationary set her mother had sent to her along with no small amount of subtext.
Still... Jack now noticed a wistfulness at the edges of her expression whenever the subject of gifts came up.
He was a detective, after all.
And so, with no small amount of his own subtext, on the 21st of December, Jack arrived at Wardlow bearing gifts.
A scarf he’d seen her eyeing and a book that had somehow gone missing from the evidence locker and a plain white envelope.
As was her habit, she took a great deal of care in unwrapping her presents, and she was deeply moved and grateful for each, but when she got to the envelope, she stopped.
“It’s empty,” she informed him.
She was, of course, a detective too.
“It is,” he confirmed. “It’s also used.”
She raised an eyebrow. “How... thrifty of you, Jack.” He rolled his eyes.
“Used and completely intact,” he added with emphasis.
She nodded as one might for a small child showing you some new nursery rhyme they’d just learned. “Yes, well done you, Jack,” she teased with bemused amusement. “Clearly nobody opens an envelope more fastidiously in all of Melbourne.”
He fought the urge to roll his eyes again — it was her birthday.
“This is a special envelope,” he explained. “It’s the one you hid in my desk the day before you flew off.”
She looked back at the paper in surprise. “With my address in London?” she asked, though it wasn’t really a question.
“Mmmm,” he confirmed. “I’m afraid the address came with me, but the envelope I tucked in my office drawer. Not quite sure why... probably all the fastidiousness,” he supposed with a self-deprecating shrug. “But lucky I did keep it, because now there is a chain of evidence.”
“Of what?” she asked, still staring at the envelope.
“That was a gift, Phryne. I knew it at the time. And outstretched hand and a gift of trust, from you to me. And when I opened it, I didn’t rip the paper. And do you know what?”
“What?” she whispered, beginning to understand.
“That’s when I got everything I wished for.”
She looked up then, eyes wet, and smiled tremulously. “Is that so?”
“It is,” he confirmed, reaching over to hold her free hand. “And now I’m going to push my luck by making another request; keep up your tradition. All of it. Because if you stop believing entirely, well, that would be a world with a little less Phryne Fisher in it. And what kind of world would that be?”
She snorted and Jack pushed his luck just a little bit further.
“We can remember them together.”
Phryne was quiet then, and Jack held his breath — this was more sentimentality than either of them was used to or generally comfortable with and there was every chance she would not appreciate his own outstretched hand just now. But then she smiled, wide and unencumbered and beautiful, and Jack’s breath stopped for an entirely different reason.
She squeezed his hand and opened the envelope, not tearing it a jot — it wasn’t sealed, so it wasn’t that hard, but Jack was hardly going to point that out on her birthday — before leaning over and kissing him soundly.
“Well,” she said, when she finally pulled back and smoothed her hair into place. “Look at that. Seems my wish came true after all.”
Jack barked out a laugh and shook his head, and she winked, before meaningfully glancing back behind her towards the stairs.
“Let me guess,” he said, taking her hand and the hint and leading her in that general direction. “You have one or two other wishes still on the docket?”
She shrugged, but he wasn’t fooled a bit.
He was a detective, he couldn’t help it.
And, he could finally admit, he didn’t want to either.
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December Prompts
#prompt fill#mfmm fanfic#miss fisher’s murder mysteries#phrack#phryne fisher#jack robinson#december prompts#'tis the season for... whatever this is I suppose 😂#and it's still not short 😩
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someone said “Crite Spranberry” to me ONE TIME 5 years ago and now every time I begin to say Cranberry Sprite I have to make a conscious effort to say the right thing.
#I do love cranberry sprite though#this was supposed to be a Christmas post#or at least before new year#holiday#holiday post#happy new year#sprite#sprite cranberry#cranberry sprite#shitpost#tis the season
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i know we joke about him being Absolutely Done in mm but i gotta tell you. the flavour text there is some of my favourite because it's got gems like this
there are other bits and pieces where it really shines through that he's just a kid doing his level best to get through shit and/or make everyone happy despite having little idea what the fuck's going on in the moment too and i'm. very emo over it okay??
i always will be honestly, and it all circles round to zelda asking him to give her the ocarina of time at the end of oot in order to send him back — it is not a choice she literally or metaphorically takes out of his hands — and i think it's important to remember that he does get to make this decision himself. does he regret it? oh yeah. hard not to with what he's immediately left with in the new timeline. but it's also something i feel he'd choose again and again, in an almost...he can't help it way. it is, ultimately, a selfish choice, but it's also one of the few times he gets to choose what he wants in that game. he deserves to be selfish after everything :')
#* lionheart / study.#* intermission / ooc.#this was initially supposed to be affectionate rambling but the Thoughts spilled outta me#thinking about the regrets he holds onto in death and how they'd mostly be tied to this one decision he at once wants and doesn't want to#change but in the end WON'T change. how do they say it. tragedy isn't in what was or is but in what could've been#and when you dread the what could've been as much as you might regret the what was. well that's makes it a real tragedy doesn't it#(completely out of the left field but i also looove the ingame animations. the little jump flourishes of a more seasoned traveller#and. the way he bows. how he salutes! he stayed at hyrule castle at some point fellas i don't imagine you get that precise decorum#elsewhere fslkdjf he nods with his full torso! he sighs with his full body! it's so cute!!#it's my sleepover i get to ramble about what i want in the tags sflkdjfkl)#* intermission / queue.
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'Tis the Season for Love CCC: "Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list."
(pose found here (and if you like Naruto (specifically NaruHina), highly recommend the fic the source is attached to!)
Notes: mention of oc x canon kids and glimpses of how kids are made. Fun times!
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The moon peeked through the blinds, reflecting the quiet scene of the living room. Abby and Vincent were picking up small scraps of colorful paper, both tired but smiling. Their sons just had spent Christmas tearing into presents and playing the day away. Now, both boys were asleep in their room upstairs, dreaming of the next day's fun and adventures.
This moment, however, was more for the two parents that cared so much for them. A quiet moment that had been rare in the days since their eldest was born.
"I think today went really well, schatje." Vincent said, leaning into his bed pillows, letting Abby lay across him, "the boys loved their presents."
"And I'm glad you liked the new sweater I got you. It looks good on you." Abby smiled.
"It's really warm too," Vincent said proudly, hugging her closer. "I won't have to worry about getting cold when I wear this outside."
"Just be sure to wear a jacket too," Abby giggled.
"I will."
They sat in silence, watching the shimmering lights on their tree bouncing on the walls, softly illuminating their faces.
After a moment, Abby looked at her beloved, a soft but unsure smile on her face.
"Vincent?"
"Hm?"
"Can… I ask you for one more thing?"
"I thought asking for presents was over hours ago," he chuckled.
"It's… it's something that's on my wish list… but…."
"But?"
"It's ….a big thing."
"A big thing?"
"A big… life changing thing. It's… something I've been thinking about for a while." She bit her lip, pulling down her pink fleece nightgown, a gift from her auntie, appropriate for the season.
And another reason, she thought, looking towards the boys' room.
"What do you think… about having another one?"
"Another one?"
"Another… zuigeling."
Vincent paused, lifting Abby up to face her. Her face was already flushing cutely in embarrassment.
"I-I love Theo and Wil, I love them dearly!" she stuttered out, "they're the world to me-!"
Vincent cut off her mumbling with a swift kiss.
"Schatje," he said calmly, touching his forehead to hers. "I haven't even said anything yet."
"Right…" Abby said, taking a deep breath, "do… do you want another one?"
Vincent closed his eyes, quiet for a moment, mulling over the prospect. Abby held her breath, pleading with her eyes.
In the next moment, Vincent kissed her deeper, wrapping his arms around her.
"If it makes you happy," he said softly in her ear, "another zuigeling running around sounds wonderful."
He kissed her neck.
"Een dochtertje, I think, this time."
"A daughter?"
"As pretty as you are, naturally."
His fingers danced up her side, finding her soft belly and stretch marks under her gown. Abby tried to hide her gasp with a giggle, placing her hands over Vincent's wandering ones.
"If you're sure."
"I am." He kissed her nose. "Lucky me, getting to draw and paint you again so round and sweet."
Abby giggled, kissing him this time.
"Another few months where I can't set a sketchbook on my lap without a little foot kicking it off."
Vincent massaged his fingers into her belly, already anticipating the coming months, a content sigh escaping his lips.
"Another few months where it's very obvious you're mine." He slid his finger down her hip, pulling her panties down. Abby's dainty hands slid over his green pajamas pants.
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I know this is one of the smut prompts (and it does get some spice in there, plus the pic is a lil spicy itself), but I couldn't brain on the words anymore, so here's this lil nugget as is. Not super spicy but it's implied.
Thanks again to @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore for hosting this event!
#’tis the season for love#’tis the season for love content creation challenge#krys's adventures in art#ikemen vampire#ikevamp oc#vincent van gogh (ikevamp)#abigail clarke (oc)#light spice#I think I added in the spice because I kept taking this in a wholesome direction#where they were about to fall asleep#but then I was like#wait a minute#they're supposed to be trying for babies rn#then added in the lil hint of spice#but couldn't brain on much else#so just left it at that#the pic might have been enough to imply what was going to happen#oh well#maybe I'll post it on it's own eventually#we shall see
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So I've been staying off Tumblr for MONTHS to avoid Good Omens season 2 spoilers because I was having a whole executive dysfunction thing and took forever to get around to watching it.
Well, today I finally did, and I realize I'm late and all, but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT.
#i will be suing david tennant for emotional damages immediately#because his FACE and his voice breaking#i haven't cried this much over tv/movies in YEARS?#i was EXTREMELY not expecting that ending#it seemed to be SO COMPLETELY setting up for them to FINALLY figure shit out#and then THAT????#how much i end up liking or hating this season depends on how things ultimately end up i suppose#and lord knows how long we'll have to wait#i quite enjoyed the rest of it up until it punched me in the face#although i still don't really think a s2 was needed#finnemore's writing was as good as i hoped#i really liked the job bit#i was deeply bemused but enjoyed gabriel and beelzebub#and then the ending BLINDSIDED me#it's in character i guess#aziraphale's whole identity is so tied up in being an angel#that he can never quite let go of his belief in heaven even when they've demonstrated their utter corruption repeatedly to his actual face#while crowley has never had that loyalty to either side#but HOLY SHIT#and oh joy#now i have like 3 days to prepare myself for the likely emotional devastation of ofmd s2#good omens#good omens s2
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