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Hi! Are you still taking commissions? I'd be interested in hiring you for a couple of Good Omens artworks if you have time.

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Happy Labor Day. Today I learned about probably the first strike to happen IN SPACE.

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This is legit scary. Marsha Blackburn is openly admitting that her bill KOSA will be used to drive trans people off the internet.

But Democrats are lining up to support it, and LGBTQIA+ orgs have dropped their opposition. WTF WTF WTF

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Coloured markers...Not my strong suit. Think I'll stick to coloured pencils 😂

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There's a reason the state starts by going after the people you refuse to respect

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Good Omens fan art!

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People were asking me what counts to help get Season 3 made. And the answer is, 1) people watching S2 and watching it to the end, 2) people who haven't watched Good Omens before watching Good Omens, which very much includes Season 1.

So if you know people who haven't seen Season 1, get them to watch it. And if you are at the homes of people with Prime Video who have never seen Good Omens, this is your chance to introduce them to the world of Good Omens while helping make a statistic that the algorithm people are following.

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If you’re reading this: this is your sign that your WIP is worth writing, is worth the effort, and that you are doing great. Keep going, take breaks, reflect. But do not lose sight of how far you’ve come on this project! You can do it!

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The BPD urge to know whether everyone you meet is a major red flag or your next best friend-

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Scars - DH AU Fan Short

DH AU Short - Scars

Much to the kind one's relief, today has been going well so far. It's almost evening, and for a change, things are calm. He's sat on the couch, reading a book and occasionally sipping his coffee. His daughter, the Sad One's kid and the Scary One's kid are all playing a board game on the carpet with the Scary One, seeming content. The Dramatic One's daughter is napping on the other couch. The Sad One, uncharacteristically, is sitting on the opposite end of the couch, also reading. It was rare that the spiteful one decided to leave his room - other than to get coffee.

"Hey, that's cheating!" the Scary One suddenly exclaims, "Ya can't just- oh, wait, never mind. Sorry."

Sighing with relief, the Nice One returns to his book.

"Hey, Shoulder Angel?" the grumpy says. The Nice One raises his head from his book.

"I think your cup's empty. I'm gonna go refill mine, you want one too?"

The gentle one smiles, touched by the Sad One's infrequent act of kindness. He nods, and hands the Sad One his empty mug. Just as the spiteful one stands up to head to the kitchen, he hears an array of gasps.

The Dramatic One is standing in the doorway of the living room, his arms crossed anxiously. His arms are bare.

"U-um...hey...Shoulder Angel, d-do you know where my hoodies are? I-I just got out of the shower and I...can't find any of them..."

"Oh! Sorry, honey!" the crazy one suddenly pipes up, "I put them all in the wash for you! Hope ya don't mind."

The excitable one stares at the floor, deliberately avoiding eye contact. He can feel everyone staring at his arms...and all the scars.

"Erm...Hey, girls?" the Nice One turns to the girls, "Do you think you could go play in the basement for a little while?"

The girls all nod, quickly pick up the game and leave the room. All except for the Dramatic One's daughter, who is still asleep on the couch.

"Sit down, man," the gentle one says softly, guiding the lively one to the sofa. He gently sits him down and then turns to the Sad One.

"Could you get us all some coffee, man?"

The spiteful one hesitates for a moment, and then nods. Forcing himself to look away from the Dramatic One's arms, he heads to the kitchen.

"Wow, you have a lot of scars, honey. More than me even!" the Scary One comments loudly, "Are they all self inflicted??"

The Scary One's husband turns a deep shade of red.

"U-um...y-yeah..." he mumbles.

"You must really hate yourself, huh?"

This earns a sharp glare from the kind one.

"Y-yeah..." the Dramatic One whispers.

"Hey, you?" the Nice One gestures to his crazier self, "Cut it out."

"What?!" the crazy one throws his hands up in dramatic mock-offence, "I'm just making conversation!"

"Shhh!" the gentle one hisses, "You'll wake the kid," he gestures to the excitable kid who is sleeping on the couch.

"Oh please, it's nothing she hasn't seen before," the psychotic one rolls his eyes, "She's had to stop him herself plenty of times."

The theatrical one covers his face with embarrassment.

"P-please...please can someone...um..."

The kind one, quickly realising what his friend is asking, grabs a blanket and wraps it around the Dramatic One's shoulders.

"Th-thanks, Shoulder Angel..."

"I don't know what you're being so dramatic for, honey. I'm covered in scars and ya don't see me making a big deal out of it!" the Scary One complains, dramatically folding his arms.

"I told you to cut it out," the kind one responds harshly, "You're not helping."

"Y-you know that I don't l-like my scars, dear," the excitable one mumbles, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders.

"Um...I'm back," the Sad One returns from the kitchen, carrying a tray of cups of coffee into the living room. He sets the tray down on the coffee-table before collecting his cup.

"Thank you," the Nice One gives the spiteful one a quick smile of gratitude before taking his cup.

"Y-yeah, thanks, Sad Sack," the Dramatic One also attempts a smile.

"Welcome," the grumpy one mumbles, sitting back down on the sofa.

The Scary One picks up his coffee mug, attempting to hide his scowl. This isn't nearly as satisfying as he had planned...

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind. He allows himself a quick smirk before resuming a straight face.

The crazy one walks over to the couch, deliberately wrapping his foot around the leg of the coffee table, causing himself to trip.

"WOAH!"

Hot coffee is spilled over the Dramatic One, soaking the blanket and his Tshirt. He jumps up, letting out a cry of pain.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, honey!!" the Scary One suddenly exclaims, "Here, let me help!"

Before the enthusiastic one can protest, the psychotic one tears the blanket away from him, and then rips off his husband's shirt, revealing even more scars.

"U-um....I-I-"

"Get out," the Nice One snaps, pointing to his crazier self, "You're just making it worse!"

"It was an accident, Shoulder Angel! I-"

"Yeah, sure it was! Go!"

"Do you want me to leave, honey??" the Scary One asks, gesturing dramatically.

The now shirtless one lowers his head before giving a hesitant nod.

"Well I never!" the psychotic one huffs, his face suddenly growing dark, "We'll talk about this later, honey." Without further comment, he storms out of the room.

"I-I'm sorry, the carpet is all stained. I-I'll clean it up! I'm sorry, Shoulder Angel-" "Hey, man?" the grumpy one gently reaches out and pats the Dramatic One's shoulder, "It's fine, it wasn't your fault. Want me to grab ya one of my hoodies?"

The excitable one nods quickly, managing a soft, "Thank you," of gratitude.

The Sad One nods in acknowledgement before rising from his seat and leaving for his room.

"Are you okay?" the Nice One asks softly. "...No," the other replies quietly. The gentle one nods. Hesitantly, he reaches out and squeezes the other's hand. "I...I'd give you a hug, but uh..." The Dramatic One manages a small smile. "It's okay, Shoulder Angel." "Don't want to upset your husband, do we?" the Nice One adds with a chuckle. "Shoulder Angel! How could you even suggest such a thing! I am FAITHFUL to my husband-" the two men lock eyes and dissolve into a fit of laughter. It feels good to be distracted...

After the laughter dies down, the two men resume sitting in silence. The Dramatic One stares at the floor, the ghost of a smile still on his face.

The anxious one nervously fiddles with his hands as he stares at the carpet. The kind one, though he tries not to, finds himself casting fleeting glances at his companion’s scars. There are so many...

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Huh?” “...I know...what it’s like to feel like that. I know it’s not good, and...I’m sorry that you’ve gone through that too,” the Nice One adds quietly. “...Y-you do?” The other nods. Hesitantly, he pulls up his shirt to show a myriad of scars on his stomach. He quickly pulls his shirt back down again, and looks away. “I...I can’t say for certain, but I think all of the Ricks have struggled with...it...at some point.”

The excitable one nods. “...I wish I could stop,” he mumbles, “It’s...just so difficult.” “I know,” the kind one replies softly, “But hey, you haven’t hurt yourself in a while, right?” His more erratic self nods. He smiles. “Right. So I’m proud of you.” “Thanks, Shoulder Angel.”

A few moments later, the grumpy one returns, carrying a grey hoodie. “Here you are, man,” he tosses the hoodie to the Dramatic One. “Oh my gosh, thank you,” the excitable one quickly pulls it on before grabbing his sarcastic self in a hug. “...Um...” “Oh, sorry!!” he quickly lets go.

After a moment’s hesitation, the Sad One suddenly pulls the excitable one back into a hug, and hugs him tightly for a couple of seconds before letting go again. “You’re welcome,” the sarcastic one mutters, “For the hoodie, I mean....I...Never mind. Just, you’re welcome.” The two other men watch as the spiteful one hurries out of the room, his head fixed firmly on the floor.

“...That was strange,” the Dramatic One says. The kind one nods, and they share a smirk. “You must have caught him in a good mood.”

“Anyway,” the Nice One continues, “Your hoodies should all be washed and dried by tomorrow morning, okay? I’ll make sure to get them to you as soon as I can.” “You’re the best,” the Dramatic One smiles. “Nah,” he pats his friend’s shoulder, “But thanks.” “...How about that hug?” the other asks, holding out his arms.

The Nice One chuckles, embracing the other. “I’m here if you ever need to talk, okay?” “Okay, thanks, Shoulder Angel.”

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An Accident - DH AU Fan Short

Greetings! It's been a long time since I wrote a short, but I'm back now! So please enjoy!

DH AU Short - An Accident

It has been an average day so far, and, as per usual, the Sad One is on his umpteenth cup of coffee. Also as per usual, he has drained his current mug, and is heading to the kitchen to pour himself a fresh cup.

As he enters the living room, he catches sight of one of his alternate selves asleep on the couch.

"Long day?" he mumbles sarcastically, continuing past the sofa, "Wait, is that...?"

He pauses, realising it is the Scary One sleeping on the couch.

A smirk spreads over the spiteful one's face as a childish idea springs to mind. He continues through to the kitchen.

"Oh, hey man," his kinder self looks up from his book, sitting at the kitchen table with his kid.

"Hi!" the kid in the blue hoodie also greets him, smiling cheerfully.

"Hey."

He ignores them, and heads to the sink. After pouring himself a cup of warm water, he returns to the living room. Much to the grumpy one's content, the crazy one is still fast asleep.

"Terrible mistake," he mumbles, still smirking. He places the cup of warm water on the coffee table and then places his psychotic self's hand into the cup, being careful not to wake him.

A large patch of damp slowly spreads over the Scary One's trousers.

The Sad One laughs, and then claps a hand over his mouth, remembering the Nice Ones in the kitchen. Quickly, he takes the cup of water back to the kitchen, empties it and leaves after making himself a fresh cup of coffee. Satisfied with his act of "revenge", he heads back to his room.

****

"Ah, come on!!"

The Scary One is suddenly startled awake.

"I thought you were at least house trained!!"

"Wh- what?" he mumbles groggily, trying to decifer what all the commotion is about.

"Ya gotta be kidding me, man! This couch is so hard to clean!!"

"I didn't do anything, Shoulder Angel-" his protest is cut off by a yawn, "I've just woke up..."

The Nice One responds with an exasperated sigh.

As the crazy one sits up, he becomes aware of a strange damp sensation.

"Why am I all w-" he cuts himself off, catching sight of the puddle.

"Get up."

Slowly, the Scary One stands up, staring at the soiled couch with bewilderment.

"I...I didn't! I haven't done that in years!!"

"Well no one else was sleeping here!" The gentle one snaps.

"I-I didn't do it on purpose! I swear, you gotta believe me, Shoulder Angel! I didn't-!" consumed by a sudden wave of panic, he bolts to the bathroom.

"Good grief," the Nice One sighs again. This is going to be a chore to clean...

***

It's been at least an hour since the spiteful one has once again drained his coffee, and decides to get himself another cup.

As he approaches the living room, he can hear irritated muttering.

From the doorway, he sees the Nice One on his hands and knees beside a bucket of water, attempting to scrub the couch. Unable to catch himself, the Sad One bursts out laughing.

"What??" the gentle one's head snaps up, turning to give the spiteful one a glare, "Oh, it's you. I thought you were the crazy one...What are you laughing at?"

"....Nothing...."

The Nice One sighs again and resumes cleaning.

"...What, um...what happened?" the Sad One asks, trying to sound inconspicuous.

"The crazy one had...an accident," the kind one mutters, provoking more sputtering laughter from his more dismal self.

"Hey, don't laugh," the gentle one interjects harshly, "...It's not like we've never been there."

The kind one's statement silences the bitter one.

"He seemed really upset...he just panicked and ran off."

The spiteful stares at the floor, trying to ignore the slight guilt.

"He...probably just drank too much coffee..." the Sad One says.

"Probably...Speaking of which, I think you've had your coffee allowance for today."

"Oh, come on! You don't want to cut my coffee off, Shoulder Angel," the grumpy one snaps.

The gentle one stands up, sighing once again.

"I've done all I can," he declares, "And no, you come on! You drink so much coffee, it's not healthy for you-"

"Alright, alright! I didn't ask for a lecture!" The spiteful one throws his hands up in frustration before storming down the corridor.

The Nice One empties the bucket into the kitchen sink, tosses the couch cushions in the washing machine and then finally sits back down at the kitchen table. Unlike before, however, he is alone. His daughter had left the kitchen to go and play with the other girls after the Scary One's child had come in asking to play pirates.

"Finally," he mumbles, "A moment of quiet."

***

"Alright, guys! Dinner's ready!" the Nice One calls from the kitchen, summoning everyone to the evening meal.

The kind one watches as two of the other men file into the kitchen, and then asks,

"Where's the crazy one?"

"Beats me," the dramatic one shrugs, taking a seat at the table.

"Don't know, don't care."

The gentle one ignores the Sad One's sarcastic reply, figuring that the psychotic one must be in his room.

"Hey!" the Nice One calls as he heads down the hallway, "Dinner!"

He receives no reply, and the crazy one does not emerge from his room. Sighing, the kind one knocks on his scarier self's door. Once again, there's no response.

"Fine, I'm coming in."

The Nice One enters the room, and immediately spots the Scary One, curled up inside a make-shift blanket fort.

"Are you kidding me?"

The psychotic one looks up to his kinder self, but doesn't speak.

"What are you, a child? I said, dinner's ready, c'mon."

"No!" the reckless one suddenly retorts, "I'm not leaving! You're just gonna yell at me in front of everyone!"

"...What??"

"If you wanna yell at me, Shoulder Angel, just do it here! You don't have to publically humiliate me!"

"...Man, I just came to tell you supper is ready-"

"I didn't do it on purpose, okay?! I'm sorry!"

"Wait...are you talking about your - er...accident?" the kind one asks. The crazy one flushes bright red, and buries himself further under blankets.

"Leave me alone," he mutters, his voice muffled by the blankets.

"I'm not mad at you, y'know," the gentle one says, "I know you didn't do it on purpose."

Slowly, the psychotic one pulls the blanket off his head.

"...Promise?"

"Yes. Did...did you think I was mad?" the Nice One asks softly.

"...When I was a kid, I used to get punished for...having accidents. I wasn't...it happened way past the age it should," the crazy one mumbled, "I'd usually get beat up pretty bad if I didn't clean it up before they saw."

"I'm sorry," the Nice One replies, "That's horrible."

"I just...kinda panicked. Sorry I didn't clean it up," the other mutters.

"What's done is done," the kind one sighs, "I stuck the cushions in the washer, it'll be fine."

"Sorry."

"It's fine...Do you want to come down for dinner?"

The psychotic one hesitates, and then shakes his head.

"I'm not hungry."

"Okay...I'll leave your meal in the fridge for you when you're ready," the gentle one answers, "and hey?"

The Scary One looks up at the orange-shirted one.

"Stuff like this happens, don't worry about it," the Nice One offered the psychotic one a reassuring smile. His crazier self nods in acknowledgement.

"I'll see ya later, Shoulder Angel."

"Okay, man, see you later."

The kind one heads back downstairs and sits at the table with the others.

"Not coming?" the excitable one asks.

"Guess not," the gentle one shrugs. He notices the spiteful one chuckle.

"Embarrassed about his couch-wetting, huh?" the Sad One smirks.

"...How do you know about that?"

The mean one sighs, "Fine. I pulled the hand in water prank on him."

"That was cruel," the kind one shoots his sadder self a cold glare, "Go apologise, now."

"What?! I'm not apologising to that maniac!"

"Now."

The Sad One stares at the kind one's stern demeanour before angrily rising from his chair and storming down the hall.

Carelessly, he rapps on the Scary One's door.

"Hey, psycho, you in there?"

"What is it, Sad Sack?" the spiteful one hears a muffled reply. He enters and slams the door behind him.

"Shoulder Angel said I had to apologise for making you wet the couch," he mutters, rolling his eyes.

"What?! No I didn't! Did he tell you that??"

"Relax, idiot. I pulled the hand in water trick on you. That's-"

"You jerk!!"

"Hey, you've done so much worse to me!" the grumpy one retorts.

"I didn't publically embarrass you and make you relieve your crappy childhood, Sad Sack!!"

"Actually, you've done that many times," the bitter one answers in a monotone, "And what are you going on about? I didn't lock you in a closet or some crap."

"...Doesn't matter. Just get out," the psychotic one snaps.

"No, I wanna know what you mean," the other counters.

"I SAID GET OUT!!"

"Alright! Geez, freak out much?" the spiteful shoots the crazy one a scornful expression before leaving, again slamming the door behind him.

"Overreact much?" he mutters to himself as he walks down the corridor, giving a sarcastic eye roll to no one, "It's not like we were tortured for wetting the bed!"

*END*

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