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You're very welcome 💜 I initially didn't mean to write a continuation at all but fandom heavily skews towards happy endings and I didn't think anyone would read it otherwise. Angsty stories are my favourite, I was surprised to have looked through my works to realise that I didn't write any more sad endings.
Thank you so much for reminding me those stories are also important 💜🥹🫶
Soooooo I love all the happy endings but they torment me. I've been single for *checks watch* 7 years now and for Reasons that ain't gonna change anytime soon.
Sometimes it hurts, seeing your OTP get together again and again and again and again while you're just getting older and more single day by day.
I'm looking for a fic that probably doesn't exist. Help me Tumblr you're my only hope.
Human au
Short (thinking 5k words or less)
They met. They are attracted. They yearn. Maybe they even kiss. But they Do Not Get Together. Preferably they don't even fuck.
There's an insurmountable barrier to them getting together. If one of them is a single parent to a disabled kid and that somehow prevents True Love from winning so much the better.
If it doesn't exist please god someone write one for me. I would do it myself but my life is a trash fire and I Do Not Have The Capacity
Would accept fics that meet most but not all of these criteria!
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My frame for the @unicornframes, I am so happy to have been a part of this!
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My frame for the @unicornframes, I am so happy to have been a part of this!
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I'm a part of it !!
We are officially live!
The long awaited Frames For The New Unicorn project is finally here! Come and look!
For more stuff, check out our Linktree
Big thank you to our lovely contributors for their work, passion, and commitment. And to Con O'Neill for bringing Izzy to life and giving us this beautiful community.
With love, for Our Unicorn 🦄
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I'm on bluesky now! My username is also nadsdraws, find me there 💜
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Three very close friends cuddling together 🥰😉
Art done in collaboration with @swev-art for @beyondtheboundaryzine !
Thank you for organising and creating such a beautiful thing 💜
Full piece, as always, on my AO3
#ofmd#our flag means death#steddyhands#izzy hands#edward teach#stede bonnet#lime#lemon#carnival row au#ofmd au#faun izzy#pixie ed#myart
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c’mish for @ghostalservice of october Ed from smallestchurch’s fic “if I planned it” !!
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Hello, I wrote a lot this month! And illustrated it lol. So there you have illustrations from 4 different stories
If you're into angsty Edizzy stories, here you go: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59520157
Please read the tags/warnings carefully tho, they're angsty after all.
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Now the angsty edizzy autumn is out of the way I can go back to posting fluff ✨️
Nothing nsfw is really happening here but I spoilered for nudity. You can see full image on my AO3
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Chapter 11 with a happy ending posted!
Crowley decides to help Anathema while she's recovering from her injuries, which is harder said than done when you're ex-boyfriend is lurking just round the corner
Only Epilogue now left:)
The Listed Building Dilemma
Rating: E
Chapters: 11/12
Words: 40.9k
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Human, Architect Crowley, Aziraphale owns a cottage, Crowley is a Mess, Crowley is very bitter, Gabriel is a conservation officer, Gabriel is not terrible, But he is still a twat, Everything is soft, (most of the time), Minor Angst, English Countryside, Cotswolds, Cottagecore, Explicit Sexual Content, Aziraphale's body appreciation, Underappreciated sexual acts, Bad Sex, Top Aziraphale, Bottom Crowley, Crowley Has Abandonment Issues, Aziraphale has commitment issues, Crowley doesn't have real friends, Except for Ana and Newt, Unhealthy Friendships, Pining, Misunderstandings, Quarrels, Slow Burn, As much as I'm capable of writing one, Healing, they're madly in love with each other, Happy Ending
Summary:
Anthony J. Crowley is a talented architect (between jobs, temporarily). He has everything he ever wanted—a posh flat, a vintage car, and his plants. He should be happy and yet happiness eludes him.
Until his friend introduces him to Aziraphale—a kind stranger who has just inherited a cottage which is in dire need of renovating.
Could the two of them put their differences aside and overcome their anxieties for long enough to build something new and beautiful together...?
#good omens#ineffable husbands#good omens au#crowley x aziraphale#crowley#aziraphale#architect crowley#aziraphale owns a cottage#my writing#listed building
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For @edizzyevents 25th Oct - Retirement
Tags: edizzy, alternate ending to ep3, MCD, angst, they love each other, attempted suicide, suicide by storm
Izzy's clutching the gun in his hand, aiming it at his own head. There's truly nothing left for him. He's lost his leg, he lost Edward, the crew didn't even want to grant him the small mercy of killing him. He has to fucking do everything himself around here.
He's on the verge of consciousness when he pulls the trigger. At least that's what he tells himself later—he must have blacked out from the pain and blood loss.
When he manages to crawl out on the deck later on, Edward's plan is plainly obvious to him. Just as plainly obvious is that he must be stopped.
It physically pains him but he pulls the trigger, wounding Edward on the arm, stopping him from setting the ship on fire. After that, everything happens so fast—Fang charges at Ed and Jim neutralizes him with a cannon ball. They hold the ship together until the storm passes, leaving them to a slow and painful death.
By all accounts Edward should be dead by now but Izzy doesn’t let the crew get rid of his body. He feels guilty. He feels he pushed Edward into this spiral. He goes down to the room he used to lie in not that long ago and cleans Edward's face. Tells him everything he wasn't brave enough to tell him all the years they spent together. Tells him he's sorry.
Just as well. Bonnet on Zheng Yi Sao's ship finds them not long after. Another miracle that has no right to exist. Bonnet rescues them and takes Izzy with them, which takes Izzy off guard so much he goes to thank him. He thought there would be no space for him on the ship but the crew surprises him once again, making him a brand new leg and leaving it by his door. He even sings for them in return, something he hasn't done since he met Edward.
And then Zheng Yi Sao's fleet blowing up suddenly merges with the roaring thunder of a storm and a loud sound of wood cracking—as if a ship has been torn in two two right next to Izzy's ear.
Izzy opens his eyes to see Edward bursting into his dark, filthy cabin under the deck. There might have been some fire on the deck behind him, Izzy isn't sure.
He squirms on his bed but it only makes the pain of his fresh wound shoot up his left leg. He is still holding the gun that must have knocked him out.
It was just a dream, he realises, just his pathetic little dream, baring all of his deepest wants and desires. He dreamed of being accepted by the crew, of singing to them. Or Edward saying sorry for his leg. He dreamed of Bonnet coming back because Bonnet always comes back in his dreams, but Edward left him in the end, and Izzy… Izzy was good to Ed this time round, told him he could be whoever he wanted to be.
Of course that would never happen to him. It was never real.
What's real is this musty old room reeking of sweat and blood. Of disease. Of an old man dying.
"I knew you'd wait for me." Ed says cryptically with a wild excitement in his voice.
"Eddie?" Izzy mutters.
"Shh, it's fine, it's nearly done, Iz" Edward tells him softly, sitting by the side of his bed again.
"What is?"
"Our retirement."
Izzy blinks, his vision is blurry, but Edward looks beautiful with his messy bun and smudged make up.
The only retirement we get is death.
The ship is being rocked on waves so strong Izzy never experienced before. Edward smiles to him though, looks calmly down at him. He's at peace, Izzy can tell. After everything that happened. Is this where he wanted them to end up? It doesn't matter now. They're here, they're together.
Edward weaves his hand into Izzy's sticky hair, the touch so tender Izzy leans into it without thinking, and closes his eys. He's tired, he's lived life long enough to fill a few lifetimes.
Izzy should have noticed what Edward was planning all along, should have known that he wouldn't want to go alone. It only gets to show how sloppy he's become in deciphering Edward, in guessing his moods. But this is fitting. A retirement for the both of them.
For Izzy there was never any other future.
"Our retirement," Izzy mutters back in agreement and Edward smiles and leans over to press his own lips to Izzy's.
It's the lightest of touches, not at all how Izzy would expect Blackbeard to kiss. But of course here now it's not Blackbeard, it's Eddie with him again. Bare of all the personas he claimed along the way.
Izzy kisses back with as much strength as he has left. The wind howls outside ominously, the crack of wood, the sound of mast being reduced to splinters echoing in the background.
Izzy digs his hands into Edward's shoulders, pressing him closer as the water finally blows up the walls of his cabin. For a moment there is chaos, panic surging up his veins, his body fighting to survive, but he lets it all behind.
He's at peace.
They cling to each other in the anticipation of what's to come. The captain always goes down with his ship and Izzy would never leave his captain.
My AO3
#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#edward teach#blackhands#edizzy#my writing#angsty edizzy autumn
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I'm all yours but you're all mine. Let's dance together, You and I. 'Cause I'm not trapped with you, you see. You're the one who's trapped with me
'Cause when I stand, oh all those folks will run And tell the tales of what I've become
They'll speak of me in whispered tones and say my name like it shakes their bones
Cause we'll dance together so close we're sharing breath But now I'm leading, doesn't that just scare you to death?
'Cause I'm all yours, you're all mine
Let's dance together - You and I
From The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace by The Amazing Devil and for Angsty Edizzy Autumn, prompt - Broken Trust
@edizzyevents
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@edizzyevents for the prompt Miscommunication
Words: 300
Pairing: edizzy, edstede
Tags: Canon divergence, set at the end of ep 3, just before Edward wakes up, Izzy's POV, angst
Stede disappeared below the deck some time ago now, God knows why. (Izzy knows why, he understands it all too well now, even though he would never admit it. He admitted to it once, to Ed, and he lost his leg in the process. No, he’s not going to risk anything like that ever again.)
But curiosity gets the better of him and, keeping the safe distance, he trails after Stede below deck. The view makes him stop in the doorframe and his heart in his chest.
There’s Stede, holding Ed’s hand whispering to him, begging him to hold on. He sees Edward, alive and shaking, as if he were trying to escape from the clutches of something dark and monstrous.
"I love you," Stede finally says like a plea.
I have love for you, Edward.
Izzy holds his breath, he feels cold all over his body. Like there is not enough air in the room, like his lungs are filled with water and he’s drowning. Like he’s taking Ed’s place in the world of the dead.
Something about the way this hurts reminds him of that dark room, the bed he was bleeding into and a gun being pushed into his hand. Everything that Stede doesn’t know about. But even if he did know, would he care at all?
There is no more time for musings because Ed finally wins the struggle for his life. His eyes open wide and he groans, rubbing his face with his free hand, the other holding firmy onto Stede.
"What's with everyone confessing their love suddenly?" - are Ed’s first words.
Stede looks stunned. He raises his gaze and only then seems to notice Izzy here, standing motionless by the door frame. A ghost from the past.
He’s revealed too much already simply by being here so he turns around, limping back on his hurting leg, to where no one will be bothered by his presence. Edward is not his problem anymore.
#blackhands#edizzy#izzy hands#edward teach#our flag means death#ofmd#my writing#ficlet#angsty edizzy autumn
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For the @edizzyevents - Power Imbalance
Now you can download the comic as a mini-zine on my Ko-Fi! It's free of charge (or pay as much as you want)! 20 pages of the nsfw edizzy.
COVER | NEXT
Starting to post my nsfw edizzy comic that I've worked on for a while! Mind the tags!
Note that only the sfw part is here and rest is on my Xitter (updated daily) & AO3 (every 5 pages)
[NOW COMPLETE]
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@edizzyevents for the prompt power imbalance
My new ofmd edizzy fic is up!
A sequel to my comic Tell me to Stop (I won't), where once again Ed makes a move on his professor Izzy in the hopes that this time he will be allowed to stay the night:3
Piano Lessons
“Ready for your piano lesson?" Izzy asks carefully. Skirts around the purpose of their meeting like it could undo his past actions.
“No,” Ed says with that self-satisfied smile.
They both know what the boy came here for. They both know Izzy's not going to say 'no'. Not today, not any time soon.
#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#edward teach#edizzy#blackhands#my writing#angsty edizzy autumn
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