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gods-favorite-autistic · 8 months

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Good Omens incorrect quotes:

Aziraphale: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Crowley, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Aziraphale: Violence isn't the answer.

Crowley: You’re right.

Aziraphale: *sighs in relief*

Crowley: Violence is the question.

Aziraphale: What?

Crowley, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Aziraphale, running after them: NO-

Aziraphale: Do you take constructive criticism?

Crowley: I only take cash or credit.

Aziraphale: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Crowley: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Aziraphale: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Crowley: What did you do?

Aziraphale: Nobody died.

Crowley: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Aziraphale: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Crowley: Killed without hesitation.

Aziraphale: No.

*how season 3 should start*

Aziraphale: Top 30 reasons why Aziraphale is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Crowley: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Crowley: You're right.

Aziraphale: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Beelzebub: I’m going to take you out

Gabriel: great, it’s a date!

Beelzebub: I meant that as a threat.

Gabriel: See you at five!

Crowley: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Gabriel: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Beelzebub: I made tea.

Crowley: I don’t want tea.

Beelzebub: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Crowley: Then why are you telling me?

Beelzebub: It is a conversation starter.

Crowley: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Beelzebub: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Aziraphale: This is bothering me.

Crowley: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Aziraphale: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Aziraphale: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Gabriel, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Aziraphale:

Aziraphale: fsh

Crowley: God, give me patience.

Gabriel: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Crowley: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Aziraphale: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Crowley: That's why I carry two swords.

Gabriel: So what’s for dinner?

Beelzebub, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

Muriel: Why are you on the floor?

Crowley: I'm depressed.

Crowley: Also I was stabbed, can you get Aziraphale, please.

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Fell please come to the front desk?

Aziraphale, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Crowley and Muriel

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Crowley and Muriel, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Aziraphale: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Muriel: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Crowley: The cow???

Muriel: What?

Aziraphale: Crowley, W H Y?

Aziraphale: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Crowley?

Crowley: … No.

Muriel: I do!

Aziraphale: I know, Muriel.

Muriel: I’m sad!

Aziraphale: I know, Muriel.

Muriel: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Crowley: The car takes a screenshot.

Aziraphale: For the last time, get the fuck out.

Crowley: Aziraphale and I don’t use pet names.

Nina: I see. Hey, what are those things with the halos called again??

Crowley: Angel?

Aziraphale: Yes, dear?

Crowley:

Nina: Don't ever lie to my face again.

Muriel: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Crowley: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Aziraphale isn’t

Aziraphale: We need a distraction.

Crowley: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Muriel, whispering: My time has come

Aziraphale: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Muriel: Okay, but in my defense, Mr. Crowley bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.

Aziraphale: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

Aziraphale: Crowley, keep an eye on Gabriel today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Crowley: Sure, I’d love to see Gabriel get punched.

Aziraphale: Try again.

Crowley, sighing: I will stop Gabriel from getting punched.

Maggie: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Crowley: I'm a knife.

Aziraphale, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

Aziraphale, driving Crowley and Muriel: So how was your day?

Muriel: We almost got surprise adopted!

Aziraphale: What?

Crowley: We almost got kidnapped.

Aziraphale: Oh, okay.

Aziraphale: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?

Aziraphale: You have to apologize to Gabriel

Crowley: Fine.

Crowley: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Crowley: Hey angel,

Aziraphale: Yes?

Crowley: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Aziraphale:

Aziraphale: Where’s Gabriel?

Aziraphale: WHY. why did you give Muriel a KNIFE?!

Crowley: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Aziraphale: Now I feel unsafe!

Crowley: I’m sorry.

Crowley: ... would you like a knife?

Muriel: Hey, Mr. Crowley? Can I get some dating advice?

Crowley: Just because I’m with Aziraphale doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Aziraphale: Crowley and I are having a baby.

Muriel: That's gre-

Aziraphale, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

Muriel: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Crowley: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Aziraphale: In that case, we're definitely lost

Muriel: What do you think Mr. Crowley will do for a distraction?

Aziraphale: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Aziraphale: ... or they could do that.

Aziraphale: I trust Crowley.

Muriel: You think they know what they're doing?

Aziraphale: I wouldn't go that far.

Aziraphale: While I’m gone, Muriel, you’re in charge.

Muriel: Yes!!!

Aziraphale, whispering: Crowley, you’re secretly in charge.

Crowley: Obviously.

Aziraphale: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Crowley: *turning to Gabriel* How tall are you?

#featuring a lot of inneffable husbands #Crowley and Aziraphale being Muriel’s parents essentially #Aziraphale refusing to let Crowley drive with Muriel in the car #a tiny bit of inneffable bureaucracy #a whole lot of Crowley openly hating Gabriel now that he can’t get smited for that #bad influence Crowley #Maggie and Nina supporting the dumbass gays #they/them Crowley and Muriel #and just Crowley being my favorite character #maddy’s thoughts (taken straight from the brain)#good omens #good omens 2 #inneffable husbands #inneffable bureaucracy #incorrect good omens quotes

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yellow-faerie · 9 months

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Wow, I have a fic description and a fic title before I've even established a proper fic plot

(this is probably because I'm very excited about this fic and it's potential...)

Edit:

Here are my tags because I started explaining the plot and want it actually in the post rather than just the tags lol:

#Aziraphale gets removed from the book of life is like...the main plot #and - through various means - it is Crowley remembering him and bringing him back #(with guest star appearances from Adam and the Them on a school trip to yo London; Warlock #running away from his parents for the third time; Muriel who is cheerily *not* realising that they used to be a very powerful angel before #a mind wipe; Maggie and Nina dancing around the fact that Nina might very well be ready for that next step; Beelzebub and Gabriel both #visiting Crowley separately for couple's counselling (although *why* he cannot fathom; and the second coming of Christ #although she is not at all what heaven was planning - in fact #heaven didn't know she existed yet)#but it is also Crowley being miserable and lonely and kind of not knowing why #but being reminded of something until things start to fall into place #and then history is a bit weird until they defeat Metatron (fuck 'im) and put Aziraphale's name back #(this fic *really* makes me wish I could draw because a big part of it is that Eve #- the second coming of Christ - keeps getting visions of the past as it was when Aziraphale still existed #since she's technically God and i think God is probably the only one to whom edits to the book of life don't affect #and Crowley finds it #and I think it would be so cool to have like pages of notebook and sketches in between the fic writing)#GO2 #Good Omens Season 2 #Good Omens #Ineffable Husbands #because I wrote an essay in the tags of my own post instead of in the main body (like a fool)#Fae Rambles Into The Void #How To Make A Nightingale Sing #<- the current working title

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rel312 · 9 months

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I HAD NO IDEA SEASON 2 CAME OUT ALREADY SO NOW IM GOING TO SCREAM ABOUT IT

Episode 1:

CROWLEY WANTED TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE BACK TO THE PLACE THEY FIRST MET

CROWLEY PROTECTED AZIRAPHALE FIRST IM SCREAMING

(My brother actually came into my room to tell me to shut up)

Of course Aziraphale would just forgive 8 months rent

Lmao Gabriel’s just walking down the street ass naked

Gabriel just hugged Aziraphale I can’t

“James. Long for Jim, short for Gabriel”

Crowley knows Aziraphale so well, but poor guy he only calls him for 3 reasons

Poor Crowley is trying so hard not to freak out about the “naked man friend”

The conversation between Crowley and Jim I can’t

Maggie and Nina are trapped together!!

Michael and Uriel are fighting let’s gooo

Crowley just casually let the girls out lmao

THERES AN I WAS WRONG DANCE OH MY GOD

THEYRE PERFORMING A MIRACLE TOGETHER

Aaaaaand of course it goes immediately wrong

Episode 2:

Gabriel’s wig is atrocious

IS AZIRAPHALE GOING TO BE THE SUPREME ARCHANGEL NOW

A jukebox that turns every song into Everyday like the Bentley with Queen, hmmm….

Crowley looks like a doting partner bringing his husband a drink

“Get humans wet and staring into each other’s eyes, vavoom, sorted” sir… are you telling me that’s what did it for you???

Crowley’s so confounded that Jane Austen wrote books

THE VOICE OF GOD???

HE TURNED ALL THE GOATS INTO BIRDS

Crowley scaring the kids cause they were brats but not actually killing them aww

The little girl asking to be a blue lizard with her siblings she’s so cute

CROWLEY TAUGHT AZIRAPHALE TO EAT

I cannot believe Aziraphale was the first to talk about sides I love them

Crowley and Aziraphale working together for the first time to save the kids

Aziraphale looks so shaken to have lied poor baby

Crowley babe he’s begging for you to drive him

“Our car” you can’t take it that far lol

Poor Aziraphale really thought he was gonna fall he was about to cry

Crowley was so soft in that last scene

Episode 3:

Jim’s stuff is all labeled

Aziraphale looks like a proud father to Muriel

Crowley’s moving the plants to use the car

They both look like parents I love them

Crowley brought Aziraphale to a cemetery because he thought it would amuse him, that is date behavior

Crowley is about to kill Aziraphale for changing his car

NESSIE?!?!

“Operation: Lovebirds” Crowley is such a dork

Aziraphale just is not getting anything lol

Crowley… shrunk himself??? And then grew himself????

Crowley tempted her to be good I love him

I love the very closed sign

Demons can’t enter somewhere uninvited???

He’s so angry Aziraphale might be hurt

Episode 4:

BEEBOP

“His type”????

“I remember hearing that you and Crowley were an item” HOLY SHIT

HE CALLED CROWLEY HIS GOOD FRIEND AFTER THE CHURCH!!!

“This office has gone 13 5 0 days without anyone saying ‘THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED’”

Glad to see Aziraphale in his magic era

Crowley’s impression is hilarious

“Someone you can really trust” and his first thought is Crowley 🥹

Aziraphale has a gun and Crowley has never shot one

Crowley was shaking he was so scared and Aziraphale was so proud of his trick

Furfur not knowing how to pronounce Aziraphale lmao

Sleight of hand!

Look at them finding a middle ground in shades of grey!

Lmao Crowley would murder him if he knew Aziraphale didn’t put the brakes

Episode 5:

They’re talking about Doctor Who

Aziraphale’s giving books and Crowley’s playing with crystal balls, I love them

Aziraphale being bad at French is so funny to me

Nina grilling Crowley on his relationship with Aziraphale is everything

Crowley was confronted with his feelings and immediately went out to get a drink with Aziraphale

Crowley’s so mad go off king

The matchbox!

Aww look at Crowley denying he’s nice

The romantic music while Crowley looks at Aziraphale with the chandelier

Oh. My. GOD. Jim’s suit!

Lol that’s not what I was expecting when they said masks will be provided

AZIRAPHALE WANTS TO DANCE WITH CROWLEY

THEYRE DANCING!!!!!!

“Surrender the angle”

Gabriel’s coat!!

“T. O. S. T. E.”

“You’re a good lad” “not actually, either”

“Rescuing me makes him so happy” you can’t just say things like that and expect me to be normal about it

Episode 6:

Crowley’s just bouncing around in heaven

“I’m done with being scared” *flips them the bird*

Oh sweetie, you meant well but no

“Crowley’s emotional support angel” yes, yes that’s exactly what he is

Crowley’s little supportive punch to Muriel was so cute

AZIRAPHALES HALO?!?!

THE FLY

Gabriel x Beelzebub confirmed??

The fact that Gabriel and Beelzebub were able to sort this out in a few years while it’s taken Crowley and Aziraphale 6000 is insane

And the fact that Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s arm when he realized that

Crowley’s so impressed with Aziraphale bringing everyone to order

Aziraphale’s face at Crowley talking about Alpha Centauri

Aziraphale looking at Crowley with so much love in his eyes is giving me life

THE METATRON?!?!

Aziraphale looking to Crowley for permission I can’t

Crowley knowing Aziraphale will come back and saying they need “a little us time” at the Ritz

Crowley getting antsy that Aziraphale’s not back yet

Nina taking inspiration from Crowley and calling Maggie angel my beloved

Crowley looks devastated that Aziraphale interrupted him

Aziraphale looks so incredibly happy at getting Crowley to be an angel again but there’s no way Crowley wants that

Crowley’s getting so emotional

“Just be an us” stooooopppppp

“I need you” I can’t take this!

Nightingales

THEY KISSED!!!!!!!!!

Aziraphale touched his lips after I’m dying

Aziraphale stop being so stupid and get him back

The- the second coming??

YOU CANNOT END IT HERE

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

Please tell me there will be a season 3 I can’t handle this

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adventures-in-mangaland · 5 months

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Fic Rec Friday: Good Omens

I haven't done one of these in a while so I figured it was time for another fic rec list! I love lists! Anyway, in no particular order:

The Rose and the Serpent by Atalan - Beauty and the Beast AU (not the Disney version), very sweet, Robin McKinley vibes with lovely writing.

Flowers for Anthony by Atalan - Same author as above but very angsty. Interesting premise (suddenly human Crowley, so kind of immortal/reincarnated lover AU) excellent writing, again. The whole Pray For Us, Icarus series is to die for and eventually has a happy ending.

it's a new craze by attheborder - Crowley and Aziraphale start an advice podfic together. It's too cute and very funny. The author has also written a lovely story about Crowley becoming an uber driver after the Nopocalypse. They're very good at Outsider PoV in both.

Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture - Feelings reveal via Bodyswap, with Casanova Aziraphale and seethingly jealous Crowley wrapped up in superb turn of phrase.

You, Soft and Only by thehoyden - Ineffable husbands fake (and then real!) relationship through the ages.

The Uninvited Guest by entanglednow - love this author and this fic deserves more love. Human AU featuring Crowley sleepwalking into Insomniac Aziraphale's apartment on the regular and a sweet developing romance.

Nanny Knows Best by DictionaryWrites - no GO fic rec list would be complete without a Warlock era Crowley and Aziraphale fic. Interesting commentary on gender roles, parenting and sexual harassment too.

The Slow Show by mia_ugly - Actors AU featuring falling in love on set, veeeery slow burn friends to lovers and secret relationship tropes. Also has industry darling/black sheep making a come back, which is a trope I enjoy. Well written with a lot of discussion of Hollywood and internalised homophobia.

a city wall and a trampoline by kafkian - 5+1 Retirement fic with on point characterisation and mutual pining. And an Anathema/Newt wedding.

A Nanny? In MY Summoning Circle? by pukner - Combines Crowley being demon- summoned and unexpectedly reconnecting with grown-up Warlock. Plus Vengeful Aziraphale. Cute and funny.

Birds of a Feather by idiopathicsmile - Angel courtship and Crowley being dense. "FIX IT, YOU VILLAIN, shrieks Crowley's heart" lives in my head rent free.

stand on the brink of the warm white day by appomattox - Outsider PoV social media fic featuring Cryptid!Aziraphale, David Tennant and the Internet speculating about their relationship status.

Cry for Absolution by forthegreatergood - Crowley thinks his touch hurts Aziraphale. Lovely mutual pining and angst with a terrific payoff.

Running in the Shadows (Damn Your Love, Damn Your Lies) by soft_october - Regency Romance/kind of Persuasion AU. Nice Regency tone and language.

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm - Crowley goes to therapy. Sad and insightful but ultimately hopeful character study.

Remembrance of Things Past by Fyre - Amnesia fic! By one of my favorite fanfic authors.

The Affair by kinklock - Another nanny/gardener fic featuring the Dowlings and staff gossiping about the Ineffable idiots and their top-secret Antichrist mission meetings.

Anthophilia by FortinbrasFTW - Another human AU, this time they run a neighbouring florists/bookshop and are also old uni friends (exes?), though only Crowley seems to remember... Pining and Second Chance Romance, both excellent tropes and very well written.

Too Wise to Woo Peaceably by Ventriloki (Feral_but_Fluffy) - The obligatory Good Omens Season 2 Ineffable Divorce fic also featuring Muriel being adorable.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fic recs #fanfiction #fic rec friday

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the-poppy-outie-effect · 9 months

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GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 SPOILERS

Hi good omens season 2 survivers.

I'll cut to the chase, its almost 1 am and im too tired to make this sound pretty. The season was heavily underlied with parenting undertones and I'm quite frankly shocked and appalled that nobody has mentioned it. Say what you will, but the husbands adopted everyone in a ten mile radius this season, up to and fUCKING INCLUDING the amnesiac angel Gabriel. Like, legitimately, every chance they got they were being parental to some random dumbass in need of some guidance and, let me fucking tell you, I was EXTREMELY normal about it. Like, Elspeth & Wee Morag. Maggie, and by extension, Nina. Job's kids. Jim. Muriel ESPECIALLY. I'm losing it. I need to lie down.

#good omens #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens season 2 #shut up beck sorry beck #crowley good omens #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #they just. were so caring abt everyone ever.#crying #good omens spoilers #go spoilers #go2 spoilers

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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the muggle | part 10.

Summary: Y/N L/N just moved to London from America. Everything was new and weird. London had weird food, weird slang, weird ways of driving. But the weirdest were the people. Especially, the ones in strange robes who always had sticks with them.

Warnings: some smut and a bit of violence

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader, Bill Weasley x muggle!reader

Word Count: 1.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The day hadn’t even truly begun and Mrs. Weasley was already crying. This wedding was technically the true big day— made evident by the giant tent outside. You had gotten up to help before Ginny pushed you down onto the couch. Bill had been forced to lay down on the floor right in front of you. Both of you had those spa cucumbers over your eyes and were told not to move from your spots.

You could hear the commotion around you, tempted to get up and look. Bill felt himself get pulled away first by Fred and George to get dressed. Your mom, who hated apparating as much as you did, came to get you so you could get into your wedding dress.

Bill adjusted his tie. “Is it weird we’re already married but now I’m nervous?”

George clapped him on the shoulder. “This time it’s in front of everybody… Aunt Muriel’s already here.”

Bill turned. “She is?”

“Yep, harassing your wife probably.”

Right after those words left George’s mouth, they heard squealing and clapping. Their Great Aunt Muriel, indeed, was upstairs but instead of harassing you she was doting on you. Bill getting married first, you in a traditional dress, your family seeming nice and respectable, you not being into curse-breaking like your husband made Muriel a very happy woman. She didn’t talk the entire ceremony as she sat with Mrs. Weasley, both of them crying the entire time.

The reception was lively. So many wizards in one area made for a very festive time. All of them were starting to see why Bill fell in love with you. The way you were still so entertained with magic had everyone trying to show off their tricks. Some of your wedding gifts were things you had never seen before. Both of you were being handed off to random family members and guests to talk to them. Bill turned his head when Remus and Tonks pointed at you. Luna Lovegood and her father had introduced you to a very strange dance that you were now doing with them.

“She would become good friends with the Lovegoods,” Tonks said.

You strolled over to them, wrapping your arms around Bill. “Honey, Xenophilius has the weirdest but most charming little dance.”

“I saw,” he said before pecking your lips.

Remus and Tonks weren’t sure if they should leave the two of you alone or not. There was a way that you always looked at each other— it reminded them of themselves. You were about to drag your three unsuspecting victims to the dance floor when a bright ball of light floated into the large tent. A deep voice rang out.

“The Ministry has fallen, Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”

Bill immediately looked down at you tucked under his arm. It was already dangerous to have a wedding during these times but you did so anyway because everyone needed one happy thing in their life. But if any of Voldemort’s followers got a whiff of the fact that you were a muggleborn, Bill was sure they’d kill you. He pushed you towards Remus as the first scream echoed in the tent.

“There’s a portkey upstairs.”

The tent was a mess as people grabbed their wands and tried to run. People were too scared to apparate. If the Ministry had fallen then maybe Voldemort was monitoring apparating just like the old Ministry did. They didn’t want to risk getting followed home without knowing. Remus took your hand and you both started running back to the house. A shout left your mouth and you ducked as a stream of orange light went over your head. Remus briefly turned when he heard Bill yell.

“The closet! It’s a hat!”

It was Arthur’s idea to have a portkey, several actually. He had just left the house after showing your parents the portkey in the kitchen that went back to their home in America. There was no way that they were leaving the newest muggle additions to their family to the mercy of Voldemort and his followers. Remus practically pushed you into the house before turning when you said to watch out. You rushed upstairs as he fought to keep a Death Eater from entering the house. The scenery went from chaos to calm as you found yourself in some cottage.

You looked outside the window to see nothing but sand and waves. Wherever Bill sent you, it was quaint. There was nothing to do but sit and wait. You fiddled with your wedding ring. When half an hour went by, you tried to calm your nerves and decided to change out of your dress. You explored the first floor, stopping when you saw a picture right before the kitchen entrance. There were more Weasleys than you could fathom.

This must have been the Shell Cottage that Bill was so excited to take you home to. It certainly was nice— the sound of the ocean was beautiful. Moving upstairs, you entered the largest room where there was already a trunk of stuff. It wasn’t everything, a small collection with half of your stuff and half of Bill’s. You ran back downstairs when you heard noise. Bill was almost caught off guard when you ran to him. He kissed you about a thousand times before relaxing.

“Did you save their pets?” Bill laughed out.

“Oh, hush,” you muttered as you opened Hedwig and Pigwidgeon’s cages. Crookshanks meowed in what you hoped was appreciation when you opened his little carrier.

Your husband pecked your lips one more time before going outside. Bill had his father as Secret Keeper but after everything, he didn’t trust Shell Cottage to be safe on that alone. You watched him put up every protection charm in existence. Bill walked in, satisfied enough. He took a quick shower before coming back downstairs. He didn’t want you out of his sight or hold for too long.

You looked around as the two of you relaxed on the couch. There would be some work needed to make Shell Cottage your own but that could be saved for another day. Bill just pressed a kiss to your temple. There was a war happening around them and he was concerned about what if he failed to keep you safe.

(Part 11)...

#bill weasley x black!reader #bill weasley x reader

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nabesthetics · 1 year

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Apprenticember day 3: Alastor

Give a short summary of their relationship to the other main characters!

Ahh I had one of those lil charts with simple portraits in the works, but I’m away from my tablet so I can’t finish it for this qwq have this doodle of mischief for now

For the sake of detail, I’m diving into these relationships as they are about 1-2 years after the routes’ events.

Alastor (in Dragoat timeline) and…

Asra: BFF with a dash of parental figure

These two have a lot in common: interest in travel, magic, pranks, odd food, appreciation for quiet chilling in a quiet nook on a rooftop. They never seem to tire of each other’s company, and Asra has a grounding, calming effect on the dragon.

Their relationship is challenged significantly when Alastor falls in love with Lucio of all people and figures out his past with Asra, but time, affection and some distance mend that rift eventually. Alastor considers Asra his best friend, though also feels a fair share of gratitude (and some guilt) for everything they did to give him another chance at life.

Portia: Good friends

Portia was the first person to make him feel comfortable in the Palace, and the two have been friends ever since. She helped him get through the stressful investigation days and the time when Al’s feelings about Asra and Lucio were conflicted – or when his worries about things like setting up a date got a grip on him. After that was all settled, the two started sharing cozy bake-offs and sort of formed a two-people book club. Alastor teaches Portia some basics of magic and later introduces her to Asra, figuring that they’ll get along and that Portia could use somebody else to get magical tips from while he’s away.

The three of them are a trickster force to be reckoned with.

Julian: Friends with a dash of frivalry

Nothing like a friendship that starts with someone slamming the other into the floor in self-defense.

Alastor meets Julian several times during the “murder” investigation, and after the mystery is all solved and done Alastor wanted to keep hanging out anyway, drawn to (or more amused by) Julian’s particular brand of charm that often puts him at ease despite their striking differences. One is a man of science, the other is a creature almost literally made of magic. They have a lot of friendly magic VS. science debates, challenging each other, an ongoing little game of intellect, wits and different points of view that is barely comprehensible to anyone else.

Julian might have a small crush on Al, but keeps it to himself.

Nadia: It’s a bit awkward, but getting there

Alastor is a socially awkward gremlin who is often met with judgement and ridicule around any sort of nobility. And he’s dating Nadia’s ex-husband. It’s inevitable that he has trouble feeling like he can be at ease without making a fool out of himself around the Countess.

He WANTS to become closer with Nadia though, holding deep respect for her and being fascinated by her artificer craft. So thanks to his own developing confidence and a fair bit of Portia’s effort, he has some hope that someday he’ll be able to call Nadia a friend.

Muriel: Who?

Yeaaah, in this setting Alastor doesn’t receive the myrrh charm, for obvious reasons. Maybe in the farther future he’ll have a chance to actually get to know Muriel, but unless Muriel’s mark loses its power, it won’t be soon. The situation gets more complicated when Asra and Muriel’s relationship grows more romantic…

#apprenticember #OC: Alastor #the Arcana

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lottie--1234 · 2 years

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it sparks your soul

Muriel watched, leaning against the doorway and watching as the loving glace between Anne and Gilbert lingered. “Ah, to be young and in love.”, she thought. It was torment watching the pair interact each day, blindly oblivious to what they truly felt. Some days, it took all the strength she had to not lock them in the schoolhouse and make a break for it so they could finally muster up their courage and talk things over. Though it probably wouldn’t be that easy. It was more complicated than that, of course. After all, she had once spent an entire night trapped in a library with her late husband without confessing her feelings for him.

The teacher gathered her things and left the schoolroom to see a flustered Anne rushing home. She decided to do something she probably should have done weeks ago. “Anne! Stop for a second!” Muriel called after her redheaded student.

“Yes, Ms.Stacey?” Anne responded, swiftly turning around to face her teacher who had run after her.

“Do you have a moment to talk about something? At my house? I promise, it’ll only take a second of your time.” Muriel asked. Anne was excited inside to be spending time with both her hero and mentor but was curious all the more.

“Of course. I’m sure Marilla will understand.” Anne smiled. The pair turned around and made their way through the forest to Muriel’s secluded teacher’s cottage. “You have such a lovely home.” Anne mused as her eyes pored over the wildflowers that had grown outside her teacher’s house.

“Thank you, Anne. I enjoy the flowers, too. The bees they attract are always so cheerful.” Muriel told her student, pouring lemonade into two cups. Anne smiled to herself. “Kindred spirits, indeed.”, she thought happily. This made her think of Gilbert. Was he a kindred spirit? It certainly had seemed so at the dance practice earlier. Their movements were so light, so in sync. Like they belonged together. Like she could do this for the rest of her life. Was that what love meant? She wondered more. There were things she didn’t know. Like how being in love even felt. Was this it? She couldn’t ask Marilla and certainly not Matthew. Diana could ask her parents but clearly, she did not have that sort of luxury herself. Ms.Stacey had been married before, hadn’t she?

“Ms.Stacey. May I ask you something in confidence?” Anne asked, mustering up all the courage she had.

“Always, dear Anne.” the older woman replied, taking a sip of lemonade.

“What does being in love feel like?” This made Muriel smile and turn slightly red. She knew it was a matter of time before Anne had asked. She herself had the same questions at that age. And they were so alike, weren’t they?

“Well… it looks different for everyone. Maybe you plan it, maybe you don’t. Maybe you know, maybe you don’t at first. But one thing is the same. You can’t stop it. It’s when you have this person. This amazing person. And you want to make them smile for the rest of their life. Because every time they smile -even though it’s such a little thing- it sparks your soul.” Muriel said, in her steady tone and looked expectantly at Anne who was deep in thought. “Do you understand?”

“I think so. Was it like that with your husband? I’m so very sorry if I’m intruding.” This made Muriel so immensely happy inside. They had come such a long way from what happened the first day she had met this overzealous student.

“Not at all, Anne. I enjoy speaking about him. Jonah. His name was Jonah Stacey. We existed only for each other. It wasn’t love at first sight, I believe. Perhaps annoyed at first sight would be more accurate. He was in my Physics course and remained one of my greatest academic rivals until we graduated. But we became friends along the way. And one night, we were solving a particularly hard question and got accidentally locked in the school library. I had promised myself I wouldn’t fall in love with him but it was two o’clock in the morning, and we were laughing way too hard and I felt so immensely happy that I thought to myself that this was what I could do for my entire life and never tire of it. That’s the moment I knew.” Ms. Stacey told her student, telling her story.

“Did you tell him? And how?” Anne wondered. Muriel chuckled.

“I didn’t. Not then. It was about a year later. It was the last day of school before our summer holidays. I think a friend had talked some sense into him because he came running up to me with this adorable speech and when he was done, I just decided to go for it. I kissed him first.” Muriel admitted, proudly. “But there’s something I’ll always regret. I regret not telling him sooner. Not being braver. Because now he’s gone and we’ll never get that year back. That year we spent pretending to just be friends when everything was just so clear. Life is short, Anne. If you love someone, tell them.” Anne could feel the pieces of the puzzle come together in her head. She was in love with Gilbert Blythe. But first, she had a feeling no one had allowed her dear teacher to remember her late husband in a long time.

“I understand. Tell me a story about Jonah. He sounds like he was wonderful.” Anne breathed. She loved hearing about Ms.Stacey’s tragical romance.

“He was a surgeon. A good one at that. He saved countless lives. And he was so kind, Anne. He had this amazing mind, he loved to invent things. Always tinkering about with pieces of scrap metal and items people had discarded. He always said that everything had opportunity. Jonah was like hope personified. He was charming, too. There was a way about him that you just couldn’t dislike him. It was impossible. Come here, Anne.” the teacher gestured over for her student to join her kneeling by Jonah’s old trunk. She pulled out the ring box that held her plain silver wedding band and the engagement ring Jonah had made. It was made of silver wire wrapped around a moonstone. “He made it himself. He proposed when it was pouring down with rain. We got soaked but it’s still one of my happiest memories of him.”

“That sounds so romantic.” Anne mused. Maybe someday, someone would love her enough to do such divine things. Perhaps it would be Gilbert?

“This is what he looked like. Color doesn’t show on photographs but his ties were always so colorful. You couldn’t help but feel cheerful when you caught a glance of him. He would have loved you, Anne. There’s no doubt about it.” Muriel concluded her story, closing the trunk. The image of Jonah remained in her head, though. She remembered his deep, romantic brown eyes and his dark but soft hair against his milky, clear complexion. “God, Jonah. You were good looking, huh?” she thought to herself, hoping that Jonah was listening and laughing, wherever he was. A smile came across her face as she bade her student goodbye.

Anne walked down the path now wiser than she was when she came down it the last time and with a clearer head. She was in love with Gilbert Blythe. And now, she had to tell him one way or another.

#anne x gilbert #anne with an e #awae fanfic #awae #anne with an e fanfic #muriel x jonah #muriel stacy #miss stacy #gilbert blythe

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I don't believe for a moment Crowley's been the only one suffering with terror and trauma over what could happen to the being he loves most. As such... I wrote THIS as part of the fanfic book I'm working on. It's about 7 years after where Season 2 left off, at this point. Crowley and Aziraphale have had a daughter (Jemima) for 5 of those years, and been married for roughly 4 1/2 of those years...

As he heard the front door close behind Muriel, Aziraphale sank back in his chair with a weary sigh. He hid it around everyone except his husband, but with every day, the weight of command grew a little heavier -- a weight he wasn't sure he was built to bear. Even worse, though, he was aware of how much of Jem's childhood he was missing -- time no one could replace. Still, there were no better options. He couldn't just hand over the running of Heaven. Doing so meant taking chances with too many things he couldn't afford to risk, again. Trusting anyone short of the Almighty Herself -- who wouldn't take the burden from him even if he asked -- with running Heaven meant taking a chance it would become as cold and bloodthirsty as it was under the Metatron, again. If that happened, it was only a matter of time before someone tried to hurt Crowley or their daughter. He would drive himself mad with worry if he left their lives -- or the fate of humanity -- up to a Heaven he couldn't make safe for them. He could bear a little weariness if it meant he had the means to stop something terrible from ever happening to his family. Because he couldn't breathe without Crowley and Jem. Without knowing they were alive and well.

His husband knew. Crowley knew he was tired, but also why he had to continue running Heaven. Crowley knew about the panic attacks he hid from everyone else, the insane standards of perfection he held himself to when it came to taking care of everyone but himself. His husband knew about the times he couldn't sleep -- couldn't breathe until he'd checked on Jem at least a dozen times, sat in the rocking chair in her room and watched her breathe, laid with his ear pressed to Crowley's heart for hours on end, reassuring himself his husband was there, and he hadn't just dreamed these past years of happiness.

His demon might hate it when they were separated, but he didn't know that Aziraphale could never settle himself enough to actually work until he heard Crowley's murmured words -- spoken into the ether -- that he and Jem were all right, and missed Aziraphale. The reminder he was loved and missed as much as he loved and missed was what he needed to function. And yet, he couldn't find the strength to open that wound to Crowley, even after all this time. He suspected the demon knew, anyway, but he wasn't sure, and he couldn't bring himself to ask. Crowley suffered so much pain and anxiety of his own. He didn't need to be worrying about Aziraphale's as well.

At least Crowley knew why their temporary separations had to happen. Jem didn't. Thankfully, she'd never had to live with the fear both of her parents had spent millennia beneath the boot of. For six thousand years -- from the day he watched in confusion as the Heavenly Plains opened beneath the angel he'd known as Baraquiel, and Aziraphale found himself held back from flying to Baraquiel's aid by the restraining hands of angels whose faces he couldn't even remember -- Aziraphale lived in terror every time the demon he came to know first as Crawley and then as his beloved Crowley was out of his sight, and especially when he wasn't on Earth. He'd never told Crowley, but he'd suffered from the day Crowley Fell, until the afternoon he'd felt his presence in the Garden. He'd felt the link between them for every one day of their six-thousand-year history and been terrified of the day either Heaven or Hell realized it existed, too.

He laid a trembling hand against his chest, feeling the warmth beating there behind his breastbone, the enjoined pulse of two hearts, forever interwoven. He'd known it all along, and done everything in his power to hide that sacred bond. God forgiven him, he'd hurt Crowley so badly in the name of keeping him safe. Every time he looked into those golden eyes, he just wanted to confess his sin -- not the desire he felt, not the love. No, those weren't sins to him. But hurting the heart that beat alongside his own? That was his own unforgivable sin. Especially that last time, before the Second Coming. It had nearly killed him, having to watch the light he'd been feeling since 1941 dim in Crowley. Knowing the courage it took his demon to reach out, to get even as far as he did, and knowing that he -- the angel, the one who had loved so deeply all along -- had to destroy it all. Even consoling himself that he'd left enough clues for Crowley to understand, had he really ever believed his demon would feel anything but absolutely crushed and abandoned?

No, he'd known... Necessary evils were still evil. They were still painful. He and Crowley had paid them. He had to think they paid them so Jemima wouldn't have to. She would never know the kind of terror or heartache her parents knew, because of their respective Home Offices. To her, Heaven and Hell were just magical places she'd never visited, connected to the parents she loved and, through them, to her. She had no concept about how dangerous both places could be, or the harm they'd already caused.

#Don't worry this fanfic isn't that angsty or hurtful. Just a little #Keep calm and ❤️on! 🐍🪽🏳️‍🌈❤️#Jemima Crowley-Fell #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #azicrow #crowley #ineffable spouses #ineffable husbands #good omens fandom #good omens #fanfic #crowley x aziraphale #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #go fanfic #go fandom

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weltato · 8 months

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Rating: General

Warnings: None

Category: Gen

Relationships: Crowley & Muriel (Good Omens), Maggie & Muriel & Nina (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Maggie/Nina (Good Omens), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Past Relationship(s)

Characters: Muriel (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Maggie (Good Omens) - mentioned, Nina (Good Omens) - mentioned

Additional Tags: Past Ineffable Husbands, Ineffable Divorce | Aziraphale and Crowley Break Up (Good Omens), Post-Divorce, Cute Muriel (Good Omens), Anxious Muriel (Good Omens), I hope I did their nervousness justice, They/Them Pronouns for Muriel (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns for Crowley (Good Omens), Muriel gets the shop!, Post-Episode: s02e06 Everyday (Good Omens), Cuppatee, Muriel's Gold Star gets a mention, Aziraphale's Journals (Good Omens), Aziraphale's Bookshop (Good Omens), Curiosity, Curious Muriel (Good Omens), Spoilers, Good Omens Season 2 Spoilers

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,594

Summary:

The Metatron has given Muriel Mr Fell's bookshop. Now what do they do?

Well, looking after Crowley for a little bit would have to be one thing, since he's shown up.

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This is mostly just Crowley and Muriel existing in the same space for a bit. Featuring: Crowley being sad, but a good parent figure to Muriel. Also including: Muriel being proud of themself for making Crowley smile.

><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< I know I can't do Crowley's grief justice, so have a curious Muriel being with him instead.

#good omens #good omens 2 #gos2 #gos2e6 #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #good omens fanwork #wel writes #fic writing #my fic #my fanfiction #my writing #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 #archive of our own

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bearsinpotatosacks · 9 months

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Tag 9 People You Want to Know Better

Tagged by @pollyna

Favourite colour - Blue? I don’t know it depends on my mood?

Currently Reading? - Our Zoo by June Mottershead. It's about the first 20 years or so of my favourite zoo, Chester Zoo, and is very informative. Love the photos. I in general love biographical stuff, I guess I'm nosy. I've read and listened to 'Confess by Rob Halford, 'What Does This Button Do? By Bruce Dickinson' and listened to 'Friends, Lovers and the Big Terrible Thing by Matthew Perry' and loved all of them

Last Song? Coat of Many Colours by Dolly Parton. I was listening to my Wayne Munson playlist on the way to my new job, some good old dolly made me feel a little more confident

Last Series? The one I watched is ER. The last one I finished was Good Omens S2. I have mixed feelings about it, I loved Gabriel and Muriel but felt weird about ineffable husband was made canon bc of my fear of the fandom dropping the headcanon of them being ace or aroace real fast. I liked them being a semi-canon (they were up to interpretation) and having that security of a qpr being represented and I know people in qpr do kiss but I don't trust tumblr with it at all

Last Movie? Oppenheimer. Loved it. A lot of famous people in. I thought it would be fully linear but it isn't. Love the cinematography in it.

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury - All

Currently working on? Supposedly a goose lives au where carole gets pregnant and hides it but not too motivated. Also working on a fic based on this post where Carole knows Goose flirts with other people when away and accepts it as how things are, but Charlie makes her realise the double standards when she doesn't. Then, she calls Goose up and gets Slider and knows they've slept together. The fic follows Carole when she goes to her parents, tells her mum, her dad flips and her mum realises she's getting thinner and more low energy.

No pressure tags @tophatcat459 and @caveiratimida

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rowsandrows-of-roses · 10 months

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NAME: Dowager Lady Ines Isabela Madrigal Clayton FC: Muriel Villera AGE: 42 MAGIC STATUS: Giifted -- chlorokinesis (out) OCCUPATION: Lady of Larchwood CURRENT LOCATION: Oxfordshire, England RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Widow to the late Baron William Clayton CHILDREN: Octavia Julieta Madrigal Clayton, Jocasta Valeria Madrigal Clayton, Beatrice Ximena Madrigal Clayton

BIOGRAPHY:

Isabela knew what she was getting into with her marriage to Clayton. Looking back on it now, after several years, she knows this was always the case, even if at the time she tried to convince herself that it was love.

It was comfort she had wanted. She knew that Clayton didn't love her. That he probably wouldn't even be faithful. But that didn't matter. What mattered was making sure Mirabel could finish her degree and get her therapy license. It mattered that Abuela Alma stayed comfortable for all her days. That her parents were happy and healthy and never had to worry.

They did their duty. Three beautiful daughters later, Isabela didn't have the heart for any more. Clayton wasn't interested enough in the barony or her by then anyway.

Of course, to the world, they were a lovely couple. They held each other's hands at events, smiled, spoke warmly. They never fought. They hardly saw each other except for when required. Children's recitals, charity galas, and the like. Until Clayton stopped even showing up for those.

It was one thing for her to turn a blind eye to the long hunting trips and women's perfume that wafted through the castle. It was another for him to embarrass her in front of everyone.

That was when Isabela finally grew bitter and with it: her magic. Her beautiful flowers wilted and turned thorny on their stems. Anything she grew was crooked, half-starved looking. It was no longer beautiful and she rarely created anything at all. Except for a lovely belladonna plant that she kept in her windowsill.

It's very tragic, what happened to her husband, but Isabela hasn't had time to grieve. She's currently battling for Larchwood, her eldest daughter's birthright, before the last two decades of her own life are snatched away from her and she is left with nothing...

see below the cut for a peak at Isabela's youngest daughter's bio!

NAME: Miss Beatrice Ximena Madrigal Clayton FC: Amanda Acuri AGE: 15 MAGIC STATUS: Gifted -- invisibility (out) OCCUPATION: Being a rich girl CURRENT LOCATION: Oxfordshire, England RELATIONSHIP STATUS: N/A SIBLINGS: Octavia Julieta Madrigal Clayton, Jocasta Valeria Madrigal Clayton

BIOGRAPHY:

Ximena loves her Spanish name and her big, empty English castle. She likes to play hide and seek and can disappear for hours, literally. Which is just how she likes it.

Her older sisters are beautiful and ruthless. Ximena is known as the sweet one. Maybe that is why it is so easy to gather secrets like plucking flowers from the garden. She knows one about everyone in her family and she isn't afraid to share when the moment strikes...

#swynheabio #inspiration #i love my kids <3 #just for the record im not RPing ximena but #she's old enough to be her own person so #she deserved a lil bio

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kryli-guran · 1 year

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Introducing: Esmeranya Periwinky!

A feisty, trickster asura with a pension for chaos. When she was actually six years old, her parents died during a nightly walk. Unfortunately neither had been prepared for such a large pack of wolves.

Esmeranya, at the time Tinka, had run down the path, missing several turns that would have lead back to their own residence. Instead coming across a secluded cabin.

The older human woman, Muriel Periwinky, had woken from her slumber to see what the commotion was all about. In the process of bursting through the front door, Muriel had grabbed her late husband's shotgun. And despite her late stage blindness, she managed to kill the wolf chasing Tinka.

Though Tinka wasn't quite "out of the woods" as Muriel had mistaken the poor frightened child for her own granddaughter. Due to Muriel's age and poor memory, she couldn't quite remember which granddaughter Tinka was, calling her Esmeranya as a combination of her granddaughter Esmeralda, a sucessful ranger class woman. And Anastasia, shortened to Anya, whom had grown up to be a widely reverred healer. Details that had long escaped Muriel's conscious mind.

Muriel became a surrogate grandmother to Esmeranya, who decided to keep the name christened to her. While she was always a trickster, Granny Muriel was the one person Esmeranya truly respected for years on end. Even if that meant celebrating her sixth birthday for 12 years in a row.

Though things weren't destined to stay that way, as Granny Muriel had died peacefully in her sleep, leaving Esmeranya to sell nearly everything she owns. Everything except for a treasured plushie which she carries around constantly, a reminder that she always had a family. Even if it wasn't blood.

Though upon being found by other Asura during her travels, Esmeranya attended schooling. Learning she had quite the talent as a Mesmer, using her trickster traits to strengthen her control over her magical practices.

#gw2 #gw2 asura #esmeranya periwinky

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years

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It's sad, that we can't joke about our death in game, I'd definitely do that lol I mean, poor Belphie, BUT still lol

Sad, that we can't see which creatures exist in Devildom. Well at least Eliza can

Well, her mother abused her, that's why she hated own family, after mothers suicide she thought she will be free, but one-day someone left a dog in her car, which became her second family. It was nice, Anders was truly happy to the first time in her life. And boom, after a few years some hooligans killed that dog, and Anders just give up. She wanted to be alone and refuse to contact with other people. She's didn't want to feel something like that again and that's why she tried didn't got closer with bros. Anders still helped them, bc nobody helped her, so she decided to broke this cycle. But no more. She's wanted that bros just forgot about her after first farewell, well... she's mistake lol I mean she's love them, but basically forbid yourself to feel that and accept their love

Anders know russian and well, english. She actually has russian roots, so she often spoke it at home.

Yeah, I still wonder how they can eat Devildoms food...

Yep, good that her cousin help her with work, the only one in her family which Anders didn't hate lol

Thaanks, I really love her design, which changed very often, but the fact that she's has the same height as Lucifer never

DAMN YEAH I LOVE REVERS LUCIO! I MEAN DEVIL MC... THAT'S TOO HOT Even when I romanced Julian, I still thinks, that my MC became the Devil lol

Yes! Take that puppy! Agreed, agreed

Well, it's hard to be not sadistic when you with Julian lol, but we're still love him very much. Julian would be definitely glad to marry Len, and I bet he's perfect husband

Which magic Len prefer? She has a familiar? She's trying to teach Julian? How she feeling about her death?

Well, my MC's name Loki. Her canon was Julian, but after Lucio and Muriel...I don't have a canon. She already had a lover and later wife before death lol

As opposed to game, she wanted to explore death, because she knew how return, but Asra destroyed plans by return her by himself. And opposed to game she'll return own memories.

She's very old and strong magician. Was a royal, the Archon, before her twin lost his mind and try to kill her (he's good boy, just was cursed by Gods, which think that was a blessing), so she ran away and became a wanderer. I like to think that she's was the reason death Julian's parents, and basically became catalyst Portia's route. Loki was Asra teacher, because if I remember correctly, he's said that he just returned what was already MC's.

She's kind, charismatic, humorous, friendly and sarcastic. As teacher and Archon she's more serious and strict. Never get angry and always try to find a bright side, even when her parents was killed, and when her brother goes crazy. The only one moment when she was angry, when her wife was killed for connection with the magician, which was her.

Very bad empath, that's why Julian is good for her, bc he's the opposite to her. Probably marry him one day, and if had kids, they will created by magic, bc her body would eat the kids...

Before death/after .D

Right!? I'm real disappointed at our lack of ability to joke about MC's death cause not only is it hilarious and petty BUT it also opens up the potential for angst. Remember how Mammon got pissed at MC for joking about dying BEFORE they actually died?? Imagine how upset he'd be if they did it now

What the hell!? What the hell is with this angst!?😭 honestly though I love stories where a character is slow to trust cause of past experiences and then you get to watch them open up? Good shit💫

They brought up the food thing in om! too!! Wait;

Humans can't eat Devildom and Celestial Realm food! BUT MC's never had a problem with either. That's the fourth piece of evidence pointing to MC not being fully human

Okay but: 👏🏼👏🏼TALL👏🏼👏🏼MCS👏🏼👏🏼💯

Devil MC is so hot!!? I really want a dating sim where MC is evil? Like MC's brought back from the dead but after dying and losing their soul they've lost their humanity and are 'evil' (kinda like Rime from Last Legacy) but they still pretend to be the same in front of the LIs. The endings are:

1.) MC corrupts the LI and they both go on to commit horrid crimes

2.) MC learns about love from the LI and though they still aren't 'good' they're willing to leave behind their murderous ways for the LI

Like I would pay good money for this

1.) She prefers small magic spells to help her out in her day to day life: orbs of light, levitating things when she has to carry a lot of items, small healing spells, spells to help with potions, protection charms, little tricks to entertain people/kids but when she's pissed off/protective her magic becomes stronger/more forceful in order to attack or defend

2.) They have no familiar of their own other than what the game itself suggested - Melchoir possibly being the closest thing MC has to a familiar

3.) They're definitely trying to teach Julian. Somedays are better than others

4.) She prefers not to think about it. She imagines 'Len' from before their death to be a completely different person who she shared some similarities with. She prefers to think of this as a new start. She's her own new person and though before knowing the cause of her amnesia she was desperate to find out more of her new life, now that she knows what happened to her, she's okay with not knowing her past and instead exploring the world and making new memories

Okay why does your MC have enough content to make a whole prequel!?? Like damn I would read the shit outta this?? I mean ancient magical families with drama!? A wife!!? More of Death's Realm!!? (I have SO much love for The Arcana's Death and I really wish we got to see them more). An impact on the LI's backstories!!? Like yes!? I need all of this!

She looks so cool!! That eye!!! The hand!? Yes!

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lillywillow · 3 years

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The Forest Provides

Summary: You and Muriel have been trying for a baby for a long time. One day, Muriel finds a baby alone in the woods

Word Count: 1880

Pairings: Muriel of the Kokhuri x Female Reader

Warnings: Minor spoilers from the main plot, very mild angst at the beginning

Married life with Muriel had been absolute bliss but lately you had felt like something was missing. It wasn’t until you were visiting Asra in town and started noticing the families around that you realised what it was; a child of your own. When you brought up your desire to Muriel, he was surprisingly open to it. After months of trying, you were starting to get a little discouraged.

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One night, you were lying in bed with your husband, idly tracing patterns on his chest.

“What’s on your mind?” Muriel mumbled, his soft voice pulling you from your thoughts.

“I’ve just been thinking... we’ve been trying for months for a baby and I’m wondering... what if it’s me? What if when I came back... not everything works right? I’m getting scared that I can’t carry a baby... The next time Nazali is in town, I’m going to ask them if they can do a full check up on me.”

“You don’t trust Julian to do it?” Muriel asked, a little surprised.

“It’s not that I don’t trust him, he’s one of my dearest friends. It’s just that Nazali has had more experience. They might be able to provide some answers...” You started to tear up a little at the thought of not being able to have a baby of your own.

Muriel held you tighter. Much like you, he had been having his own doubts about his ability to give you a child. What if it was his fault that he couldn’t give you the child you wanted? Muriel chose not to voice his concerns in order not to worry you further. For now, he would just hold you in his arms and comfort you until you fell asleep.

...

The following morning, Muriel was walking with Inanna in the woods looking for a few more supplies. Suddenly, the wolf stopped, sensing something.

“What is it, Inanna?”

Inanna started sniffing the ground, following the scent in a hurry. Muriel followed, feeling worried about her safety. Finally, she stopped in front of a tree, sitting proudly, tongue lolling out to the side.

“Inanna, what have you...?” Muriel stopped dead in his tracks.

Nestled under the shade of a tree in a basket was a sleeping baby. The infant had a head of soft black curls and was wrapped in green blankets. Muriel gentle knelt down and picked up the precious bundle. Disturbed by the sudden movement, the baby woke and opened her eyes, revealing them to be fawn brown. Muriel froze, afraid the baby was about to cry but instead, the infant simply cooed at him. He noticed a name had been lovingly stitched into the baby’s blanket.

Kalila.

“Inanna, can you see if you can find the parents anywhere?”

The wolf started sniffing the ground and followed the scent for as long as she could but ultimately lost it. Muriel couldn’t help but wonder who would leave a defenceless baby all alone in the woods but then he thought about his own parents and how they gave him up to save his life. Maybe Kalila’s parents were also left with no choice... Muriel decided to bring her home with him.

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When Muriel arrived home, you ran up to greet him but stopped when you saw the basket he had in his arms.

“What is that?”

“I found her in the woods. Inanna and I looked for her parents but couldn’t find them,” Muriel replied, finding a safe place to put down the basket.

Asra, (whom had dropped by for a visit), poked his fluffy white head from around you.

“A baby...”

“I brought her in. I won’t allow her to end up like us,” he said, turning his head to Asra. Asra gently placed a hand on his friend’s arm with a gentle smile.

You were in absolute awe of Kalila. Carefully, you took her out of her basket and held her close.

“She’s perfect,” you smiled, tearing up a little.

Muriel couldn’t help but smile. At least in some form, he had given you the baby you had so desperately wanted. Then another thought crept into his mind; would he be a good enough father for this child?

“You should get Julian to give her a check-up,” Asra said, gently picking up Kalila for a cuddle.

“Does he have to?” Muriel muttered, somewhat bitterly.

“Asra has a point, Muriel. We want little... Kalila to be healthy, right?” you stated, checking the baby’s blanket for her name.

Muriel grumbled under his breath. He knew you were both right but that didn’t make him like it.

“Right, then. I’ll go set it up,” Asra smiled, handing you back Kalila. “See you in a while!”

With that, Asra headed out the door. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sullen expression on your husband’s face.

“Wh-what?”

“You’re awfully cute when you’re sulking,” you smiled. His face turned crimson.

“I’m not sulking,” he protested, but the pout in his lip told another story.

“Yeah, you are...”

You were suddenly interrupted by Kalila cooing.

“I’m going to be the best mother in the world to you...” The baby seemed to understand you and snuggled up close.

Muriel knew that was true but could he say the same of his parenting skills? Time could only tell and he hoped he would be a good father to Kalila.

...

A while later, there was a knock on the door. You opened it to see Julian standing there with his doctor bag and Asra holding some kind of bundle. Smiling, you ushered the pair inside.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I told Nadia about your situation and she said she was more than happy to help,” he smiled, showing you the contents of the bundle. Inside were all kinds of baby supplies, from clothes to bottles.

“We’ll have to thank her the next time we see her,” you smiled. Muriel made an affirmative grunt.

“So, where is the bundle of joy?” Julian asked, removing his menacing looking coat and gloves.

You went over to where Kalila was cuddled up to Inanna in front of the fireplace.

“I’m going to take her away for a bit, okay? I’ll bring her back soon,” you assured the wolf. Inanna gave Kalila’s head a lick and allowed her to be picked up. Kalila giggled and cooed happily.

“Here she is,” you said, placing Kalila on the table so Julian could examine her.

The doctor began his task but the baby began to fuss.

“Stop! You’re hurting her!” Muriel snapped.

Inanna jumped to her feet, snarling and ready to protect Kalila. Julian raised his hands in defence.

“It’s okay... I’m not hurting her. I think my hands are a little cold. That’s all the problem is...” Julian carefully went over to warm up his hands by the fire, under the watchful gaze of Muriel and Inanna. You kept a hand on both of them to keep them from tearing the doctor apart.

Once they were warm enough, Julian went to continue his examination. Fortunately, that was indeed the issue and Kalila allowed herself to be poked and prodded.

“She’s perfectly healthy. Just come and see me for regular checkups and call me if anything happens,” Julian smiled, putting away his equipment after cleaning it.

“Good. Now get out,” Muriel grumbled.

“Muriel,” you chided.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ve got to get back to the clinic anyway. You coming, Asra?”

“Yep! Right behind you. I’ll see you two later.”

Asra hugged the pair of you before leaving with Julian. You had wondered why he would be at the clinic with Julian but you decided that perhaps that question was best unasked.

Inanna trotted back to her comfy spot by the fire and settled down again. Muriel picked up Kalila and placed her back next to her furry godmother. The baby giggled happily and snuggled into Inanna’s fluffy side. Muriel smiled warmly at the pair, happy Kalila took so easily to his faithful companion. He watched them for a while before helping you get the place set up for little Kalila.

...

That night, Muriel had a dream.

He was standing in front of a familiar hut, wondering what he was doing there. Muriel was about to knock when the door was opened by an older woman.

“Muriel!” The woman enveloped him in a tight hug.

“Khamgalai? What are you doing here?”

“What kind of question is that? I live here,” she huffed, bringing him inside. The inside of the hut was just as warm and inviting as he remembered.

Khamgalai bustled about, making Muriel sit down.

“Why... why am I here now?”

“The Hermit told me you seek guidance...”

Muriel’s brows furrowed together. He knew what was troubling him but he didn’t want to be a burden.

“You’re worried you won’t be a good enough father to your new found daughter...” It was more of a statement than a question.

Muriel opened and closed his mouth a few times before simply nodding.

“I’m here to tell you that you will be a wonderful father to Kalila... and to the child your wife is carrying.”

Muriel’s eyes widened.

“Y/N is not... I mean... she...”

“Oh, my! Yes, it is still a little too early to tell yet,” Khamgalai chuckled to herself. “But assure you, Y/N is pregnant. Your prayers have finally been answered.”

��Muriel stared at the smaller woman in shock. How did she...?

“I answered them. Dear boy, I know you have doubts but I promise you this, Kalila will grow to be a strong young woman under your guidance. You will teach her all she needs to know. Same with the new baby Y/N will bring into the world.”

“But...”

“No buts! No more self doubt! I will come back to smack some sense into you if I have to!”

Muriel managed a small smile and got up to hug Khamgalai.

“Thank you...”

“You’ve got a long journey ahead of you. I will always be watching over you. Rest assured. Give my love to Y/N...”

...

You woke in the middle of the night to Kalila softly wailing. Stirring, you went to get up to tend to her but Muriel beat you to it.

“I’ve got her...”

You watched as he carefully took Kalila out of her basket to give her a bottle. Muriel hummed to her as he prepared the warm milk for her. The baby stared up at him adoringly as she waited, the sound of Muriel’s rumbling voice gently soothing her. Your heart melted at the sight.

When Kalila was fed, burped and put back to sleep, Muriel returned to you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and placed one hand on your tummy.

“You’re going to make a wonderful father,” you sleepily purred, nuzzling him.

Muriel thought about Khamgalai’s words. He suddenly found himself excited for this next chapter of his life, knowing he had all the love and support of his family and friends.

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