#yooooo this is so good

[ministarfruit]

pink-blue heterochromia outfit swap

#vtuber #gavis bettel #hololive irys #holostars #hololive #holotempus #holopromise #holofateswap #(that's just my catch-all tag for any swaps I think) #the heterochromia and the frills and the duo-toned outfit and the diamond motif. if anyone cares #I did one of these ages ago but bettel's default outfit does not look good on irys SO #when this new fit came out I was like YOOOOO #unfortunately irys' other outfits make betsy look like a grandma #so this is the one he gets. magical girl! yayyy!

[darlingdarlingdontlookhere]

part 2 to this omo thought i made bit ago: (cw for sfw omo and omutsu, this time it isnt just mentioned theres actual diapers here now lmao)

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after returning home the rest of the night is quiet and basic for A, they even head to bed early due to the stress the evening has caused.

B on the other hand was working pretty consistently that night to fully implement the new rules for A. Sending out an order to retrieve a few items in the process

by the time the clock struck 2 in the morning everything was already in perfect motion.

...

When A woke up that morning they were met with the regular full feeling they usually had in the mornings. groaning, as their bed was sooooo warm, they sat up and rubbed their eyes. Like clockwork they put on slippers to shield their feet from the cold and then walked over to the door to their en-suite. strangely though, they found it wouldn't open. hm... maybe the door was stuck? they would figure it out later.

heading downstairs they attempted to open the bathroom on that floor. stuck again, they huffed to themselves and crossed their arms. how odd. 'Someone must be using it,' they supposed, 'i guess i'll have to wait for awhile then.'

as they turned around to head towards their kitchen, they bumped into B.

"up early I see, good. there's lots to do today. Coffee is nearly ready and i'll prepare your breakfast in a moment, but theres something we must attend to. follow me" B gestures to follow and then heads upstairs,

A tilts their head to the right and follows "is this about... what you said last night?"

"the rules and protection? yes. yes it is" they respond without even looking back.

A gulps but holds their head high.

They end up inside of a room A very rarely goes in, it's the guest bedroom at the end of the hall upstairs. Usually it's neat and tidy with almost nothing in it aside from a bed, side table, and dresser, but a few items and packages are placed neatly around, and on the bed is a new bed spread, and A's clothes that were picked out for them, normally this would be on A's bed for after A ate breakfast....

A shoots B a glance "what is this?"

"i would assume you wouldn't want someone else seeing these items in your bedroom, so I feel like its only natural they'd be in here. We don't get visitors anyway"

A raises an eyebrow "why are my clothes here?"

"you'll see, now why don't you undress and I can help you put these on"

"help me?" A takes a step back "why would I need help putting on clothes"

"it's just so I can show you how to use a couple things. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

A huffs, "fine."

after a moment A begins to take off their pajamas, until theyre in just their underwear, then they go to take the neatly folded pants layed out on the bed.

B tsks "underwear too"

A looks at B in confusion, searching for an ounce of joking in their features but they only get their regular professional monotone look. "go on" they say with a wave of their hand

A sighs and slowly slides down their underwear, the cold suddenly bringing back their need to use the toilets. quickly they go to the stack of clothes again, but this time B grabs their arm

"have a seat on the bed for me."

A does so against their better judgment, thinking that questioning everything would just prolong their wait for the toilet

from the bottom of the stack, b takes a pastel pink bundle and begins to unravel it. revealing it in all it's glory

"is that a diaper? you've got to be joking. im not putting that on! i'm a grown ass person and I can control my own bladder!"

B raises an eyebrow and then looks down at A's legs, theyre crossed tightly and jiggling non-stop "uh huh. You're very convincing."

A scoffs and looks away "the sarcasm is not appreciated."

B "well let's look at it my way, You are an adult person who's clearly got more potty training to do as you never go when you need to and always have accidents in the most inconvenient of times. and I'm stuck with cleaning up the mess. I don't mind cleaning up for you, but seriously I'd rather a single garment then a puddle ruined furniture."

a beat of silence passes and then A looks down and whines in distaste "I don't want to wear it..."

B lifts up their chin "I promise you it wont be so bad, just try this for me alright?"

A's eyes meet B's, and is suddenly unable to resist "ohhhh.... ok fine..."

B lights up a bit and smiles "very good, now lay back so i can put this on you"

hesitating, A looks away and brings their hand to cover their mouth "hmmm..." they try to bring themselves to ask for the bathroom first, but all that comes out is a soft whine

"come on now, are you so helpless that i need to push you on the bed aswell?" B chuckles gently, a comforting sound "theres nothing to be concerned about, I promise the sooner we get this on, the sooner we can move onto other things" They bring a hand to A's chest and gently pushes them on their back

they land with a soft thud "oof-", they squeeze their legs an wiggle a bit at the wave that was brought on by the change in position, then they hear a soft crinkle of the bed underneath, "hey what's with the bed spread?"

B speaks as they gather a bag from the other side of the room "oh yes, i've put down a water proof mattress protector underneath the sheets, its just for emergencies, you know. in case you leak while you're being changed"

A brings their hands to their face and groans in embarrassment, this was all so humiliating.

B brings the bag over and then gets to work, lifting up A's legs and sliding the padding underneath their bum. they place the legs back down and spread them slightly, preventing A from squirming, and they apply a lotion and powder to the area before expertly taping the garment into place

"there, now you may put your clothes on"

A is stunned by how quick the proccess actually went, they go to sit up and run a hand around the padding o see how it feels. its thick around their waist and crotch, spreading their legs apart slightly, but it would easily be hidden by a waist coat, thick pants or a long enough skirt. the size is no problem, but the sound...

Every time they move, they emit a crinkle, it's deafening and embarrassing... they go to grab their day clothes to see if a pair of pants would dampen the sound any.

as they stand up B begins to speak again,

"now, as I said before I do have some new rules in mind."

A scoffs "yeah yeah, lets get them over with"

B clears their throat "Alright... if you need a change just tell me, but I will check you every so often even if you don't. If you need the restroom just let me know I have every bathroom locked aside from the one in the maids quarters. there are more private supplys in there and I didn't think you'd want the other help to know about this. just let me know and i'll unlock it for you"

"why can't I just have a key?"

"you have a track record of losing things, you wouldn't want to lose the key to your own toilet would you?"

A grumbles as they button up their shirt

"didn't think so. if you need a change we are out you are to let me know immediately so I can find a suitable place as soon as possible. you got all that?"

"yes mom" A rolls their eyes as they smooth down their clothes

B smiles lightly and pats A on the back "i'm proud of you for not giving me too much trouble with this, I know this must be doing numbers on your pride"

A blushes "yeah yeah. whatever let's just-" before A can finish their sentence, a huge wave washes over them, they whimper a bit trying to squeeze their legs, but the padding keeps them from getting too much relief.

B looks over "is there something you need" they ask expectantly

"n- no i-!" a small spurt dribbles into the padding and they swallow hard. even though they want to ignore it and move on, they cant. denying their needs is what brought them to this position in the first place they lower their head and play with the hem of their shirt "a- actually... may I go to the toilet.... please?" A says just above a mumble

B smiles faintly "of course you may" b places their hand on the small of A's back and leads them to the nearest bathroom

A whispers a thank you as b places their hand on the small of A's back and leads them to the nearest bathroom. as they reach the top floors bathroom, b pulls out a key and goes to unlock it, A watches as they hop from foot to foot.

the moment it's open A rushes inside and locks the door, another small leak is quickly absorbed into the padding, "ooohhhh..." they whimper out

they pull down their pants and go to pull down their diaper, but its too tight around their waist to go down.

"oh no... come on!" a struggles with it a few more times before deciding it just wont work, they go to pick at the tapes instead

a few more spurts spread into their diaper, turning the front a faded yellow. no matter how hard they pull at the tapes it wont come off. tears spread in their eyes as they whimper and whine

a knock comes from the door "is everything alright?"

A bites back a sob, and holds themselves, pressing the damp diaper into themselves to offer some form of relief "it- it wont come off!!!"

"may I come in and help?"

"um... yes please."

a jingle is heard as B unlocks the door from the outside and enters, finally catching a glimpse of A, who is a pitiful sight to behold.

"oh dear, come here A, let me help"

A shuffles closer, and b kneels down to untape the tapes, which do in fact seem to be stuck "oh my.. i may have underestimated the tapes on these ones. maybe I should get a different brand next time" b mutters to themself "I may have to go get some scissors, can you wait for me?" B looks up at A expectantly,

A wants to say that they can, but suddenly their bladder makes the decision for them. A chokes back a sob and holds onto the wall to support themselves as their legs shake, a hiss is heard as their diaper is filled and relief and embaressment washes over A. tears trickle down their cheeks and drip onto the ground as they sniffle pitifully.

B stands up again and goes to rub A's back, genuinely feeling bad "oh dear.... I'm sorry A, are you alright?"

A sniffles and whines "i nearly made it..."

B smiles "yes, and you actually admited you needed the restroom this time. I'm proud of you, you are making good progress"

"but I still had an accident..."

B brushes a hair out of A's face "that's ok, its mostly my fault for providing you with diapers with tapes that stick together like they were glued."

A chuckles lightly and wipes their eyes, they shift their weight and realize how icky they feel "um..."

B tilts their head "yes?"

"may I be changed now....?" A says, mumbling.

smiling, B pats their back "of course my dear."

-the end, part 3 coming maaaaaybe?????? idk-

#yooooo welcome back to we dont fucking proof read episode 1 million #enjoy the piss diapers #i feel a lil weird writing this cuz omu is really self indulgent and sfw for me #and it sometimes crosses into other territory in my head #so im nervous about posting this but i hope its good and doesnt suck #this took me way too long to write lol #omorashi #omutsu #omocute #fictomo #fandomo #darlingdoesntspeak

[juneviews]

I genuinely adore gl sm bruh 😭

#axelle rants #23.5 #23.5 the series #this episode was PERFECT #I was screaming the whole time we got so many good moments ahhhhh!!! #l want to literally gif every scene but I watched the ep late & also am so sleepy so I think everything has already been giffed lol #but yooooo #finally a good ass fucking gl bless 🙏🙏🙏 #HOWEVER the fact that no one is in my dm's talking to me about this show is crazy like... HELLO MY ASKBOX IS OPEN LET'S TALK!!!

[roychewtoy]

#that post thats like even when u watch a not very good horror movie its still a good time. on account of the horrors😁 #anyway i had to get the body horror moments smashed together in an edit as they were [surprising nobody] my favourite parts. love and light #and ive become endeared to miles...... #real shame theres not any good pics of the sfx prosthetics i wanted to see that mouth stretch one. fuckin craaaazy #love the dedication to like. quick ass shots. how many different pieces would need to be made for it to land #like the army of darkness face stretch. or pullin the tracker out the schnozz in total recall #i love u practical effects!!!!!!!!!!!! i LOVE the face meld here. [pointing at screen] yooooo anyone getting splitface thing vibes #right let me fire off some tags so this shit is coated and covered #body horror #gore #blood #flashing #..yeah? yeaah👍 #miles robbins #daniel isn't real #my edit #chewtoy #also the amount of times he goes for his mouth man. i only noticed the one on the roof before the fall when i was editing this #literally fingers in his mouth friday bleaaauughh

[non-bread]

bruh i hate it when i read a manhwas equivalent of a masterpiece and now i have to go back to the randos

#yooooo concubine walkthrough was so good #i dont usually give objective 10s but that was a solid 10/10 on my anilist roster

[sushiii-sth]

ITS THEMMMM AHHHH

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #eggman #sonic frontiers #sonic merchandise #holy sh*t #yooooo #THEY LOOK SO GOOD #ITS THEMMM #ahhhhhhh

[locustsend]

pray there ain't no arrogance in me, no fairest entity

#locust.png #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #my sims #killian raith #yooooo i hate this smug mfs face so bad #i did some painting over to just fuck around and i like it #could certainly do better next time #good thing i have seventy million screenshots of him 😁

[neatokeanosocks]

autism hungry. feed it the composer of the disney channel theme alex lasarenko

#i succumbed and watched that defunctland and WOW it was awesome!!! #his endless search really felt relatable #i do that! i search like that when i really need an answer too!! its like that!!!! #he went above and beyond attaining interviews. damn i wish i could interview people so i could finally get straight answers for things #and that breakthrough where he realized he had to find whoever released those bloopers? MUAH!!!! #and YOOOOO THAT REVEAL AT THE END. WE WERE LISTENING THE WHOLE TIME #CLDSBVFHSJDBAS:KSBAJCBHLJDVBH:ADOIWGRHB:NN"F: #i think i need to watch defunctland more often #defunctland #disney channel's theme: a history mystery #kevin perjurer #alex lasarenko #hhbomberguy's tommy tallarico callout was interesting but i kinda felt bored looking at him talking with rare clips and images interspersed #defunctland had me INVESTED. INCREDIBLE visuals holy shit. #dont get me wrong the tommy thing was also a pretty good deep dive i fed to the autism :P

[parusaro]

‘Tarnished, thou’rt intrigued by my doll’s body? Unusual inclinations, as always... and yet I can hardly blame thee. Thou mayest touch it... if thou wishest.’

#ranni #elden ring #spoilers #arts #yooooo sorry i love her so much she's so beautiful #i love how her doll form is in disrepair in places #do you think she'd let you adjust the cords #and do you think it'd feel good//// #remove caption if you want lol

[solomon-tozer]

I wonder if Stanley ever blames Goodsir for what happens.

I wonder if he ever blames himself.

He, the more experienced surgeon, wouldn't intervene to operate on Silna's father. He watched as Goodsir did his best. Maybe he watched in a detached, clinical way that saw the actions alone and tallied up all the things Goodsir was doing wrong, or that he, Stanley, could do better. When the man died, that was just a fact, really. Inevitable, perhaps, given the time since he was shot and Goodsir's skill.

I wonder if some part of him looked back at that incident in a different light later on. If he'd helped to save the man, how much of this could have been avoided?

And if Goodsir was a better surgeon and saved Silna's father, would things have been different?

#hindsight being a wonderful thing and all that #his flat-out refusal to touch silna's father... did it make any difference to the outcome in the end? #there's no way to really know so let's just think our little thoughts as we rotate characters beneath a microscope #obviously goodsir's skill level is neither here nor there but stanley does seem to look down on him #and stanley we KNOW is good at bullet stuff - he operated on jfj #he's more experienced in naval medicine and gunshot wounds #goodsir is freshly hatched after carefully studying some already dead people and maybe one or two other little things #ofc racism is rife in this show no excuses being made here for that shit #but on top of that stanley is traumatised as fuck - he probably wanted to go to the arctic to get AWAY from gunshot wounds and the like #and it's not like he's refusing to operate on one of the crew so no one bats an eye at it #but in hindsight does he regret that? does he see that it's one of the points at which things could have been changed? #i also think if he ever had these thoughts he only had them very very quietly #and in a very tiny part of his mind he carefully ignored by reading the next line of his book #or snipping off next toe from some poor sailor while a louder voice said goodsir should have done better #(but he's the senior surgeon #shouldn't he have...?) #this man is so fucked up and traumatised yooooo #stephen stanley #my stuff #terror meta #i'll try to stop having thoughts now

[eggs-can-draw]

komaeda anon: ask and ye shall receive

also hajime was an earth pony turned unicorn but makoto was a pegasus with a horn implanted that broke off bc he didn't want the magic

#submission #YOOOOO GOOD SOUP #he so small... #sorry if this took me like 5 years to get to I got lost in the magical girl sauce

[rainbowangel110]

Since I’m taking forever on that fic 😩

*dies* AAAADGHJKHCXX THANK YOUUUU 😭 I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAA YOU'RE SO AMAZING I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖

#yooooo I wasn't expecting this !!!!!!!!! Holy crappppppppp #AAAAAAAAAAAAA SHE'S PERFECT 😭 💖 #I LOVE YOU SO MUCH #*gently holds close to my heart* #WHERE ARE THOSE REACTION IMAGES I ALWAYS SEE HERE?! #I NEED ONE 😭 #Just so you know as soon as I saw this in my inbox I immediately ran around the house #flapping my arms and running in place doing a little dance #oh my gosh I love thissssssssssaaa #you really didn't have to #i don't mind if you take long on your writing it's gonna be epic either way!!! #ask #hnnnng I love ittttttttttt #even now I'm still fidgeting around bouncing my feet and hands #not my art #how do you draw so good 😭 #💖💖💖💖 #you're literally the best person ever

[stormflypirateskin]

IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL AJDHAHDHAHDH

#mystic messenger #jaehee #jaehee kang #anna rambles #CRYINGGGGGGG #IS THAT A WEDDING RING I SEEE???? #THE ART IS SO GOOD YOOOOO

[haemosexuality]

one of my favorite fandom experiences is when you're looking at fanart for a fandom youre new in and an artists style looks familiar, and when you look through the blog you go oh dude its the person that made fanart for that fandom i was in years ago!!

#literally NEVER stops being good like YOOOOO ITS YOU HI WHATRE U DOING HERE I MISSED YOU #it happens so much w she ra. every time im like hm hsve i seen this persons art before its ALWAYS she ra

[magnaflourious-nerdity]

Aziraphale/Crowley Ace Attorney AU

So the thing is.... I couldn't stop myself...? There are two response here, both of which are significantly longer than three sentences, neither of which are like, very good, but! I hope you enjoy them regardless!!!

Take one:

[Book!A and C. This has no direct corollary with a specific PW time period, but would have to take place at least post game one and most likely sometime after the six official cannon games have completed.]

"I go to Germany for FIVE minutes to see my demon of a little sister-anathema says hello by the way - and when I come back you're on trial for MURDER?!? AGAIN!!!"

Aziraphael looks far too calm, sitting there in the same holding cell as the last time they had been in this position. When he sees Crowley, he has the audacity to smile at him.

"Oh dear," he says, pleasantly, as if he wasn't a mere three days from his own potential doomsday. "Now, there's no need for the shouting, really. it's all just a big misunderstanding. Do give Anathema my best by the way, it's been an age since we've been able to get together."

Crowley huffs out a frustrated sigh at the other man's nonchalance. "And I imagine it'll be even longer when you're serving LIFE IN PRISON!!! A misunderstanding?!? They found you with your hands in the victims pockets, Aziraphael. You're a lawyer. Why would you think that that is in anyway a sane idea!!!!!"

The blonde still looks irritatingly unruffled as he primly adjusts his lapels and levels his gaze at Crowley. "Well, forgive me for wanting to know the identity of the poor soul lying dead in my bookshop- right in front of the first editions, I might add !" That is so far the only point that Azirapheal manages to sound actually distressed about.

Unsurprising, Crowley thinks, almost fond if he wasn't so flustered.

"They could well have ruined those priceless works, which is the real crime here, if you ask me." Crowley hadn't asked him, specifically because he'd already known that that's how he would feel about the whole thing. "Can you imagine the audacity?" Crowley can feel a migraine threatening to start in his temples.

" The fact that he's a murderer sort of tempers the disbelief, so yes." He heaves a sigh, resigned, and plops down in the chair positioned across from the other man, on this side of the glass. "Do you have any idea as to who might want to frame you for murder? A second time." He adds, still slightly incredulous over the whole thing.

Aziraphael makes a noncommittal noise, tilting his head to the side in a move that shows he's thinking, but that he doesn't have much hope for an answer. Instead, he simply shakes his head a Crowley slightly, confirming what the defense attorney had already suspected.

They'll need leads then. He's already formulating his next move in the investigation: obviously, the bookshop will be his first priority. Besides, Aziraphael will probably want an update on his home/bookshop/office- the thought of a herd of strangers rooting through it for clues is likely to ALSO cause him some distress.

Attempting to explain himself a little more, Aziraphael continues to describe the situation, hoping to shed some light on things: "Normally, you know I would never touch the crime scene, but I felt that it would be unwise to simply leave the man murdered in my shop without discovering more abput the situation. Not to mention a sure annoyance for me later. I didn't know that I'd be swarmed the minute I touched the body, while i was looking for his identification. " And there was something odd about that timing, wasn't there? Surely he wouldn't be the only one who thought so... he'd have to ask Newt later, when he stopped by the precinct to bully him for details on their side of the investigation.

Aziraphael sighs anxiously, Crowley- having anticipated the source of it already -knows what is likely to come after, and he is not disappointed. It's almost enough to make him laugh. Almost.

"They had best hope they're being careful with everything over there!" He can't hide the irritation in his voice at this point, and the urge to laugh rears its head again. "Everything had better remain in good condition when this whole mess is over, or else I will be having words with the officers in charge. Several of them. Loudly. This whole thing is so incredibly inconvenient for me, Crowley."

He sounds so indignant that this time Crowley does crack a smile. He is ridiculous.

The defense attorney rolls his eyes at the statement, however, "Inconvienient?" he says, to distract Aziraphael's current train of thought and bring him back to the matter at hand. "Yes, because going to trial again is so convenient for the both of us. Shouldn't you be showing more concern than this?!"

Last time someone had tried to frame him, and Crowley had met him here- in the very same positions they were in now! -Aziraphael had been significantly more distraught, having run through and been rejected by all of his other options before Crowley had shown up, stone faced, and flat out told him that he was going to be his lawyer, refusing to take no for an answer and in spite of Aziraphael's hand-wringing objections over what this would mean for both of their legal reputations.

This time, he only looks at Crowley, unfazed, his eyes filled with a trust so soul-shatteringly sincere that it makes Crowley's breathing hitch. Aziraphael continues on, unfazed by his slight reaction: "WeIl, as I do have complete faith in you dear, I can't see the point of worrying when I know you'll free me once again. Go get them, as they say." He chuckles a little at his own joke, as if what he'd just said hadn't completely gut-punched Crowley with the totality of his belief in him.

A groan and Crowley gets up from the detention center chair, avoiding further eye contact with Aziraphael, cheeks heated and glowing red, hopefully beyond the other man's notice behind the glass- entirely too cheerful for a prosecutor with two consecutive false arrest arrests for capitol murder. He knew without ever asking that he was innocent, though. That someone was simply trying to frame him again. For what purpose though, still remained to be seen, but neither of the two of them them had any shortage of enemies with both the capacity and inclination for such a thing.

He sighed again, already tired. It felt like his friend was being divinely punished for something particularly heinous, at least, with the way their luck was going. His mouth thinned into a stern line, contemplating his next moves in order of priority- Well, he supposed if that were true, heaven would have to go through him first. Nothing would keep him from defending Aziraphael, no matter the circumstances.

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Alternate take- v.2

[TV!A and C, takes place in the PW cannon period right after Rise from the Ashes and right before Justice for All. Think, "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death"]

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Crowley stares at the note in his hands, trembling. Through the choking veil of his shock, he wills his eyes to stop burning at the corners as he clenches the paper in his grasp, as if it was the only thing anchoring him to the spot. He re-reads it, trying to understand.

He reads it a third time, and then a fourth, always hoping the message will change. It doesn't.

Prosecutor A. Z. Fell chooses the path of Heaven.

The type-face on the letter glares up at him. This alone, these words and what they mean for his friend, would be enough to destroy him he thinks. It would be enough without--

Scrawled beneath the type-face, in Aziraphael's own handwriting, the most decimating part of the whole thing:

I forgive you...

Blinking rapidly at the sudden blur of his vision and silently glad for the dark glasses he always wears, Crowley looks up at the person behind the counter who'd handed him the envelope with Azirapheal's final note to him. They are smiling beatifically at him, as if nothing in the world is wrong, as if this is normal. Apparently they'd been hired to run the shop, now that.... well, he supposes the arrangements had to have been made beforehand, to ensure the sanctity and protection of his beloved books without him. And that is a secondary knife in his guts, the knowledge that- at least in certain aspects of this -it had to have been thoroughly considered in advance. There had been PLANS. Contingencies. He had put real time and thought into the circumstances surrounding his-- but he cannot think the word, won't let himself.

a sob escapes Crowley's throat, harsh and desperate, then another one as he feels himself disconnecting from his own body and his surroundings appear to fade slightly around him. He notes distantly that his shoulders appear to be shaking, and that it is hard to catch his breath, and he can't even bring himself to be ashamed of such a flagrant display of emotion in front of this stranger, this person who was NOT Aziraphael. Who would never BE Aziraphael, because Aziraphael was GONE. He had left him behind.

Coward. He thinks, the word forming dark and bitter and still an arms length away from his own sense of overwhelming grief as his mind seeks to separate itself from the reality of the situation.

Crowley wonders- still in that foggy, detatched, sort of way -if he should have checked in with him sooner, after the SL-9 trial. Aziraphael had taken it hard, the corruption and the betrayal the two of them had discovered and exposed from within the City's legal system, sending the entirety of the police force and prosecutorial offices into a rioutus recovery spiral as they tried to mediate the damage done by the revelations of forged evidence and falsified records that were now surfacing with increasing frequency, as more and more of the heinous details Micheal and the others in charge had attempted to cover-up of the case begain resurfacing. It had opened the door to questions on every case Aziraphael had ever worked in conjunction with them. But surely he would have said something, if he was this desperate. He would have-

I forgive you...

And Crowley feels himself pushing down the overwhelming sense of LOSS, of WRONG, of INCOMPLETE, as he feels a rising tide of hot, bitter, anger bubbling up within him to take their place. It's only reinforced and twisted back in on itself as he comes to grips with the fact that the person he is angry at is not here, can't ever be again, and so his anger is largely useless in the face of that reality. An ugly thing clawing his insides and squeezing his heart, and serving no purpose but to color his memories with bile and spite and the thick, dripping ichor of his own devistation. Still, he let's that rage wash over him, because it feels better- is better -than the alternatives. Easier.

Aziraphael had always been so willing to believe in the illusion of truth and justice the prosecutor's office purported to uphold. He had the NERVE to forgive CROWLEY? Because, what, he'd chosen to be a defense attorney instead? because, according to Aziraphael, he protected the guilty, and brought himself misfortune because of it? As if it wasn't his client's given the short shrift 98% of the time. As if it was some kind of moral judgement on Crowley's character that he tried to make sure people didn't have to suffer for things they weren't responsible for. He'd had enough of that to last a lifetime.

It was fine, he told himself. Who needed that kind of self-righteousness on their side, anyway. Better that he was gone really, if he couldn't handle the truth of what it actually meant to uphold the law, and not just Aziraphael's own fairytale notions of it.

Crowley's hands were shaking as they held tight to the note. His breathing coming hard and fast, and unsteady. The person at the counter was staring at him more openly now, looking slightly anxious. They opened their mouth- probably to ask after his well-being, since he'd been crying and almost-hyperventilating while staring into space for the better part of the last five minutes -but before they could give voice to their concerns, Crowley scowled up at them and straightened up, crumpleling the last communication he'd ever have from his Ang- his former legal associate in his fist before shoving it deeply into his inner-coat pocket. He turned sharply and, without another word, walked out of the familiar comfort of the bookshop, and into a world that Aziraphael was no longer a part of, that he never would be a part of again.

He tries to hold on to the anger, reaches for it inside himself once again, almost desperately, but the only thing that comes to him is a deep, bone-weary emptiness that labors his breathing and seems to settle on him with a solid, almost-tangible weight. He takes a breath, deeply and with careful attention, and he sighs. He would be fine. Aziraphael had made his choice, but Crowley was now the one who'd have to live with it. He would manage fine without him.

He had no choice in the matter, anymore.

#yooooo guess who wrote too much #this is just a bunch of rambling nonses dont mind me #are they ooc perhaps i cant twll anymorenove been trying tonpost this for like an entore day so #ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens spoilers #kind of

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The Little Things, but written :0

Okay, this is a gift for @corysmiles! :D She gave me a prompt and I wrote it…. I am not proud of its length, but I hope you enjoy. I wrote this based off of “The Little Things” by Zeetle :]

(Two notes: One, ignore my last ask, and two, my internet went out right as I submitted this, so sorry if it sends multiple times. I promise I’m not that eager for you to read this 🙏) ——————————————————————

Tommy sat against the black support stand for WIlbur’s computer, mindlessly scrolling his phone for entertainment. The past banter of earlier’s stream stranded itself somewhere out of reach of both Tommy and Wilbur. They hadn’t anything in the past hour, and the only sign of life from the human was the ongoing typing he was doing. Wilbur’s face couldn’t be seen from where Tommy was sitting, but he knew the human was tired; four hours of filming and one stream with an energetic tiny was plenty for him. So, when Wilbur broke the comforting silence by calling for him, he assumed it was so they could leave the office for the night.

“Tommy?” Tommy shut his phone and looked up at his computer-obscured view. “Yeah?”

“C’mere, I need you to look at something.” Wilbur said quietly, tire nagging at his words. “Okay..” Tommy pushed himself into a stance, carefully inching down the black platform and onto the desk. He stopped under the computer, gazing up at the human. “Hm?”

Wilbur shook his head. “Tell me, can you even see the computer screen from there?” Tommy frowned, turning around. Technically, if he craned his neck, he could see, just not well. He took another step back, then three more. There wasn’t anything on the screen for him to view- unless Wilbur wanted him to see his home screen?

Before he could turn around in question, however, hands domed around his tiny form, effectively trapping him in warmth. “Oh, you fucking dickhead,” Tommy whined, beginning a weak attempt of pushing Wilbur’s finger’s to break the trap. 
Wilbur snickered in amusement at his struggle.

He yelped quietly as he was swept from the desk and onto warm skin, darkness still his only view; like a void. “Let me go, and I’ll give you.. uhm.. a free win in the next MCC. I guarantee! I can talk to Scott, he’d never say no to me.”

“Oh yes, you do that.” Wilbur’s gentle voice said, his smile plastered into Tommy’s mind. He kicked at Wilbur’s fingers once, sinking into the warmth further than before.

He was pulled to the man’s chest after he’d shifted down in the chair, unready to rest but wanting to win their unofficial war; if Tommy wouldn’t do it himself willingly, then Wilbur would do the next best thing and create comfortable surroundings for the tiny. Tommy attempted to pull away from the grip, but Wilbur’s fingers held him back gently.

“I’m getting Philza Minecraft.” Tommy muttered, making a move to get his phone. He couldn’t reach it through the pinned position, however. “To quote you, don’t bring Philza Minecraft into this. Go to sleep.” Wilbur hummed. Tommy considered biting him, but the last time he’d done that ended in more hand cuddles.

He worked too hard trying to prove he disliked physical touch. He craved it from other tinies, and really didn’t mind sleeping while he was being held. He just wouldn’t fold to this dickhead.

“I’d never even think about it.”

Wilbur shifted his hand to a cup rather than a blanket-hand. Tommy fought the urge to melt into the touch. “You sure about that?” Wilbur undoubtedly grinned as Tommy muttered under his breath while moving to get comfortable. He ended in a curled position against Wilbur’s chest.

“Mhm.” He said tiredly, tire now lulling at his eyes while he let the last bit of care slip from his mind. This would be the absolute last time he folds like this. At least no one would be here to see it, he supposed while his mind drifted elsewhere. — Tiny, even breaths signaled his friend’s sleep, and Wilbur allowed that to be his cue. He pulled Tommy from his chest and took his phone from the desk. Instagram was the app he opened, and if Twitter took it well, Tommy’d be sending his fair share of protest by tomorrow. For now, however, he captioned the photo of Tommy #TinyTommy, and welcomed his quiet friend with open hands. He tucked his left hand under his right, gazing down at the smaller curled in his hands, barely the size of his thumb. Yellow light mixed with white as it added to the original navy, creating a gently illuminated setting while his friend slept.

He couldn’t finish his work, but this was worth it.

Cory Notes: CDIODHWILHIO THIS IS AMAZING!!! I love the crime boys fluff and your writing is so cute :”> I cant stop reading this and it made my day so much better. Thank you so so much for this blessing of a fic <3

#submission #nqviiez submission #YOOOOO #THIS IS ADORABLE #I CANT BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I ADORE THIS #I LIVE FOR HAND CUDDLES #AND CRIME BROS #AHDIOOIDWLJ #your writing makes me feel warm :) #in a good way #and soft #very soft #thank you so so much #this made my day so much better :D