#;; nym hearts it

[offonaherosjourney]

The certainty with which I know that there is a page in Colin Bridgerton's diary where he wrote Lord Whistledown over and over again

[artpepkin]

What is vial's personality like.

The best big brother around ❤

[ugh-my-back]

smitten

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi Squiggily hope you are well.

For the Candy Hearts event, can I please request 🩷 Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses!" with Ler! Liebe and Lee! Asta from black clover

I really liked the crossover fic you did with intheticklecloset. And I wanted to see more of Asta and Liebe ❤️

Thanks and have a great day/night

*sparkles* Hey friend! :D Oh my goodness, you're too kind! :D I loved doing that Collab with Nym (@intheticklecloset You know I had to tag you girl it's Liebe! :D) it was just so fun! Thank you for this delightful prompt! :D

Be My Valentine- "I know all your weaknesses!"

“Aaaaastaaaa.” Liebe let out an ominous giggle as he loomed over his human, arms out and claws curled. “I know all your weaknesses! You’re gonna get it now! Ehehehehe!”

A small, very real part of Asta regretted teaching Liebe the ways of tickling. Even if it was rather funny watching him bring Yuno down a peg or two. “Liebe..”

There was a very brief, very tense standoff. Then Asta tried to run.

He got exactly one toe on the ground before Liebe jumped him.

“No fahahahir!” Asta cried through his laughter, giggling even before those shadow hands came around and attacked his belly. “Yohohou got to gihihive a guhuhuy a chance to ruhuhun, Liehehehebe!”

“Ehehehehe! Running is for the merciful!” Sticking to Asta’s back, the demon wrapped himself around Asta tightly as he continued curling his claws into him, scratching and scribbling just like Asta showed him before. “What was it you humans did? Oh- right; tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!”

“AH!” He learned to tease! Asta swayed to and from, spinning about as he laughed and laughed. “Thahaht’s so uhuuhnfhahahair! Gehahahha, Liehehehebe, dhohohohon’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Tihihihickle mehehehehe!” Asta nearly died on the spot realizing the trap he walked into. “Waahhahait, wahahhait, noohohohoho!”

“Hehehe.”

That had Yuno written all over it. Asta was going to get him twice as bad for teaching their brother such devious tricks! Right now however, he had to survive. “Gehahahhahahah! Lieheehehhebehehehehe!” Falling to his knees, he leaned forward into the grass below as his ribs and armpits were ruthlessly picked at. “Pleahahhahase, stahhahahap! I gihihihve, I gihihihive!”

“You submit to me?” Liebe did as asked, pausing his tickles but keeping his hands on Asta’s sides. “You admit defeat?”

Asta nodded, too giggly to talk. The demon let out a cheer, raising his hands high and falling off of Asta. “Victory is mine! Muahahaha!”

“Eheheh..heheheeh..yeah, yoohohu got me.” Asta smiled, unable to stay mad at the little dork as he reached out, ruffling his hair. “Good job.”

“Eh!?” Shocked and likely flustered, Liebe poofed back into his tiny form and disappeared somewhere on Asta’s person, muttering about how he was going easy on him. Asta only laughed, laying back in the grass and enjoying the sun on his skin.

Send Me a Prompt and I'll Write A Dabble For It!

[nym-wibbly]

Fic: My Bonds in Thee by Nym - Good Omens (TV)

Aziraphale comes back. Their love was never in doubt but they still have different exactlys.

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley Wordcount: 42,600 of (probably 80,000 - WIP) Rating: Explicit AO3 Archive Warning: No archive warnings apply Tags: Second Kiss, First Time, Flashbacks, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49148341/

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Excerpt from My Bonds in Thee chapter 8:

The world ended here just a few days ago. His world. He's not sure he feels good about returning, but Gabriel got one thing right (one damned thing in his damned smug damned charmed damned bloody Supreme existence). Home is wherever the heart is. And Crowley's already given his to Aziraphale. That's like Armageddon: You don't get a do-over when it goes pear-shaped. Push on, then.

Crowley scratches his head through the cloth of the hood, relieved to feel that he still has hair.

"How, um, deviant are we thinking? I mean," he gestures to the spiral staircase, upstairs, shocked to feel his cheeks and ears getting hot. "Physically?"

Aziraphale freezes while putting the front door keys into the top drawer of the desk. He clears his throat lightly and composes his features into his usual expression of placid warmth.

"If you can't choose your form, my dear," he says, with a facade of ease that Crowley really admires under the circumstances, "I'd say, 'very'. Not that one knows much about these matters, being an angel." He closes the drawer, slowly, and turns around. "Were you, um, hoping to find out now?"

Crowley pictures Aziraphale in Eden, hastily turning his back on Adam and Eve with a shocked little huff when they figured out what all the naked bits were for.

He still wonders what would've happened if he hadn't tempted Eve to try the bloody fruit. Suppose he'd seduced an angel instead—whispered visceral temptation in that innocent ear and stroked that sweet, soft, angelic hair until Aziraphale shivered and dropped his flaming sword?

That would've looked great in Genesis.

"One doesn't bloody know," he says, throwing himself lengthways onto the couch in a dramatic sprawl. "And one would like a bloody big drink now."

Aziraphale brings him a small drink, a careful measure of Scotch, but he has the decency to bring the bottle too.

For a moment, the angel hesitates about where to sit. Crowley sees the moment when Aziraphale remembers the park, the water's edge, and their kiss. It softens his whole face with wonder and quiet joy. This in turn makes Crowley stop breathing. He pats the edge of the couch beside his hip, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Aziraphale sits there, flustered, and hands him the glass.

"Can we really do this?"

"It's too late to ask that now." Crowley's not sure of much right now, but he's clear on that. They can only move forward.

"No. I mean, the other thing. 'Pillar of salt time'."

"Oh." Crowley empties the whisky down his throat in one gulp. "I've no idea. Can we? It's not actually written down anywhere, is it? 'Thou shalt not have carnal knowledge of an angel stroke demon'?"

"Carnal knowledge," Aziraphale echoes fretfully. "Sounds very bad when you put it like that."

"You'd blush if I put it any other way."

"I'm already blushing. They call it 'making love'. The humans, I mean. That's nice. I like that one."

"I think we..." Frowning, Crowley tries to think it over. He's not supposed to be out of his mind with temptation. It's been his job to do that to other people. But the possibility of the two of them, more together than they're already together... "We can be anything we want. Any shape, I mean. So I guess we can find one that, you know." He gestures vaguely with his glass, unwilling to sully the idea with what Aziraphale would call 'vulgar language', "Works," he finishes, awkwardly.

"Do snakes, um..."

"Don't go there."

"I'm a bit worried that we could accidentally destroy each other," Aziraphale admits. "With carnal knowledge."

"According to most humans, it's one hell of a way to go."

"Oh." Aziraphale bites his bottom lip. Crowley holds up his empty glass with a meaningful nod. Aziraphale ignores it, instead putting the whisky bottle down on the floor. "It's worrying me," he confesses, almost whispering. "I know nothing worries you, but—"

"You think that?"

"What?"

"That nothing worries me?"

"Well..."

"I'm terrified." Crowley slaps a hand to his chest as evidence of his thundering heart. "I'm absolutely scared out of my mind. Hence the empty glass," he adds, meaningfully. "I don't have the answers, Angel. I'm not sure I even know the questions."

Aziraphale takes the glass out of his hand and puts it down next to the bottle with a tidy little 'chink'. Crowley watches it go with a tiny pang of grief, the hint of a pout.

"I had no idea. I'm sorry." He lays his hand on top of Crowley's with slow care. "I assumed again. That you'd— Being a demon, with all the temptations and everything..." It tails off as the merest hint of a question.

Crowley wrinkles his nose.

"Humans?"

"Yes."

"Ugh. No. It was my job to get them doing it to each other without, you know. The love bit. Selfishly. Destructively. Unadulterated lust. Except when it's adultery, I suppose. Does that adulterate it? Does it get cancelled out if it's adultery but they love each other? Or if they love each other but do it selfishly? There's a few decades of temptation time I'll never get back."

Crowley realises he's babbling and stops.

"I see." Aziraphale's fingers curl around Crowley's unresisting hand, fingertips brushing his chest. Even through two layers of clothing, the sensation makes Crowley's toes curl. "And how exactly does one tempt a human to succumb to the flesh?"

"Uh..." Crowley blows out his cheeks. It's been a while. His temptations, halfhearted anyway, have been on a larger scale since the Industrial Revolution. Whole populations, technology, not furtive couples. "Well, you know. Rainstorms, shelter together under an awning, Jane Austen's balls. That sort of thing. They look uncertainly into each other's eyes, go in for the big, climactic kiss and... and Bob's your uncle. Carnal knowledge all over the sho—place." He fidgets uncomfortably, suddenly regretting the way he draped a nonchalant leg over the far arm of the couch. He's exposed everything, and Aziraphale is looking uncertainly into his eyes. His sunglasses, anyway. "It's programmed in for them. Some of them. A lot of them."

"Crowley," Aziraphale says, making a devastatingly unsuccessful attempt to look naughty. "Take off your glasses. I can't kiss you if you're not looking at me."

Never, never, in the thousands of years since he invented the bloody things, has it taken Crowley so many agonising eternities to snatch the stupid bits of glass and wire from his nose.

Aziraphale plants a hand on either side of Crowley's shoulders and bends swiftly, pecking him on the lips and—Crowley gulps—chuckling in the back of his throat. It's a deep sound. It's the sexy, evil twin of Aziraphale's guilty, nervous titter.

"Oh, God," Crowley mumbles, kissing upwards, like it's programmed in. "If this doesn't work—" kiss, "—we'll be cringin—" kiss, "—cringing about it 'til mumnff—" kiss, open mouths, a shared gasp, "'til the heat death of the universe."

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[cemetrrrry]

every two weeks i spin a wheel to see which old dnd character i become suddenly obsessed with again

[ask-shane]

Uhm, Nym's friend here, borrowed their account

I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime? I think it'd be nice to play with the chickens and snack on some hot peppers.

Up to you though, hehe

-R 💌

(Nym: Lil theif, using my tumblr >:( Make sure she doesn't steal my pancakes too, she loves em)

hey R and nym, if you're seeing this. feel free to swing by the ranch whenever i'm not at work... the chickens could use some extra love and i haven't been able to give them the attention they deserve lately.

they'll warm up to you. with the way you carry yourself, i think they'll enjoy your company. you seem relaxed and they're drawn to that.

[oversphere-originals]

original: animelia

alright, so this wouldn't be an actual writing blog if i didn't start off by talking about the literal oldest world i have ever created on my own.

this thing goes all the way back to when i was like.... eight years old, and playing pretend with my younger brother in our backyard using sticks as swords. we made up stories and went on adventures (i usually played myself and also all the npcs we encountered, though we didn't call them that then because we were eight) in worlds like Camp Half-Blood, Hogwarts, and any other interesting story we'd both read recently, which was a lot because we both read a lot back then. but because we were two homeschooled kids with undiagnosed but heavily suspected ADHD and parents who encouraged Being Outside instead of playing computer games all the time, that was never enough - so we made up our own worlds.

and by we, i mostly mean me.

animelia was one of the very first worlds i ever created. i distinctly remember being maybe, what, twelve? and sitting under the swingset in the backyard, feet in the dirty sandbox below it, with my brother, and drawing out the "map of the world" we were playing in. it got its start there, and then i forgot it for years during high school because i thought it was cringe, and now in recent years i've re-embraced the cringe and started updating this to become an actual story once again.

so here's the deal with my animelia story!

Animelia is essentially a world that runs in a separate but connected dimension to ours, which used to be connected closely to Earth by way of dimensional portals called goldstreaks; however, An Event happened several hundred-plus years ago and the goldstreaks that once were kept open for travel have now been shut down, and only the occasional natural goldstreak portal opens up due to the positioning of the stars and thinning of dimensional walls and such. This means that travel between the two worlds is now practically nonexistent.

(originally, when i was a kid with a pencil and notebook paper drawing this world, it was a galaxy with every fragmented planet its own biome - a jungle planet, a desert planet, and so on, with goldstreak portals between planets. that's long since changed for multiple reasons (including a lot of college courses on ecology haha) but it was a fun start, honestly. we always set the goldstreak transporters by the gate to our backyard when we were playing games, because where else are you going to put it?)

While Earth's sentient/sapient population is primarily made up of humans, Animelia's is made up of a race known as nyms, who are more or less anthropomorphic animals. The specific animal they're an anthro version of is known as a morph, so you can be a mockingbird morph, a deer morph, and so on. Nyms have an inborn amount of magic, and while not everyone is able to do a lot of magic, everyone at least has the ability to shift forms into a "full-animal" version of their morph, which is inevitably significantly larger (and sometimes more unusually colored) than the Earth equivalent. There are big cities, travel, commerce and trade, and all kinds of politics and magic and stuff that I'll elaborate on later (as I figure it out too, haha) but generally it's a pretty standard level of fantasy-world-technology and such. Just...more animals.

Oh, and humans are basically fairytales, that's an important note. It's been so long since the goldstreaks were regularly held open by mages that they're considered legends now, and nobody really thinks that "morphless" (humans) exist anymore in more than old stories.

And this is when we get to the plot of the book(s) here!

(damn, this is gonna be a long post. probably a good/bad sign for how the others are going to be, since this is the very first one, huh?)

The plot follows a trio of teenagers (this will probably be something around YA in age-level) who are in way over their heads, but they're still Doing Their Best. Their best involves running from the law, trying to blunt-force their way through language barriers with questionable success, a lot of hitchhiking, breaking so many laws I'm not even kidding, and a lot of found-family bonding through trying to basically smuggle a unicorn back to Fairyland in a world where unicorns are executed on sight for Not Supposed To Exist crimes.

Lussa is a spiny bush viper nym who's been more or less disowned from his (noble, military-focused, traditional) family for being so obsessed with tracking down "old stories and legends" of goldstreaks and morphless instead of "getting a real job"; he's currently working on trying to predict (and thus prove) the opening of natural goldstreak portals, using calculations based on notes he found in his late mother's journals. He's all intelligence and dexterity; he's very good at fighting because of his family but also hates fighting and avoids it when possible, and gets overly enthusiastic about anything relating to goldstreaks at any time.

Kyrren is his best friend, a snow leopard nym from a largely migratory tribe in the mountains, and while she's also very interested in the goldstreaks and morphless thanks to the oral stories that her tribe has passed down, she's currently more concerned with keeping her incredibly intelligent idiot of a best friend alive while he's slithering all over the continent chasing portals. She's more of a common-sense person, well used to traveling and dealing with bandits and weather and how they're going to get all this sensor equipment up the cliff when neither of them can fly, and she's a bit more deadpan but also does get excited about the goldstreak stuff.

Alina, on the other hand, is a human who trips and falls through a goldstreak in the forest behind her house, winds up at the peak of a snowy mountain, gets rescued by a snow leopard walking on two legs and a half-snake guy with glasses who's way too excited about everything, and then has to deal with the fact that she's now in a world where humans don't exist, she doesn't speak any of the local languages, and her only hope to get back home is to rely on these two fellow teenagers to get her all the way across the continent to a place where they think another portal might open up in a month's time.

It's basically a Road Trip From Hell sort of story, with extra language barriers, cultural shock, magical loopholes, found family, and figuring out that hey maybe those manufactured goldstreak portals hadn't actually been closed due to a completely natural disaster like everyone thought in the first place.

I have a ton of thoughts swirling on the matter of local cultural traditions, etiquette and honorifics, the magic system, and the geography, but this post is already long enough so we'll stop it here!

After a snippet of the pieces I do actually have, of course ;)

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Luckily, the morphless doesn’t get a chance to sneak away or attack them while they’re asleep.

Unluckily, it doesn’t get a chance because it wakes them up with a bloodcurling howl.

Kyrren leaps out of the makeshift nest with a yowl of her own half-caught in her throat, scrambling blindly for her collapsed spear with one hand and unsheathing claws with the other. Even before she’s fully awake she’s crouched in front of Lussa, who’s thrashing in a trap of his own making underneath all ten layers of blankets and hissing in a sleepy panic.

The morphless is moving—away from them?

Kyrren blinks sleep out of her eyes hard, even as she puffs herself up to make herself a bigger, more threatening opponent. But no, she hadn’t seen that wrong. It’s....moving away. Backing itself into a corner, actually, leaving all of the blankets behind and pressing its back into the cold stone wall. It stares at her with big, round eyes set high in its flat face, like an owl, but more focused on her and less through her.

Kyrren hesitates when it doesn’t attack. It also seems to stop once it’s there. Its chest heaves, moving rapidly for something that big, and its heartbeat seems to be even faster than her own.

Is it....scared? Surely not. It's not like it's the one being faced with a monster out of fireside stories and old dusty legends.

Lussa manages to slither his way out from the blanket pile and into a mostly upright position while they’re staring at each other. The morphless’s eyes flick down to him and it jerks back again, letting out another whimpering sound. It clutches at its belt as if looking for a weapon and finding none.

It does look scared. Of Lussa, of all nyms.

Kyrren had thought it was a predator, but maybe it’s more prey-oriented instead—Lussa is the exact opposite of intimidating. As evidenced by his sleepy squint at the morphless. “Whasssssit?”

“It’s awake,” Kyrren mutters.

“It’ssss... Oh. Oh!” Lussa jolts, then dives back into the blanket nest—making the morphless jump—before scrambling back upright with his glasses. “Oh!” he repeats, enthusiasm spiking. “You’re awake! Hello!”

He goes to move past Kyrren and she grabs his arm, stopping him. “We don’t know if it’s dangerous-”

“It’s not going to attack me!” Lussa protests, waving one hand at it. “Look at it, it’s terrified!”

It—does still look scared, frankly. Pressed as far back into the corner as it can get, its skin gone an even grayer shade of brown, and eyes wide behind its unruly long hair.

Kyrren pins her ears back, uneasy. She doesn’t really... like scaring people. Not people smaller and not threatening to her, at least. But. They don’t know how dangerous this thing is. “Cornered animals are the most dangerous,” she reminds him.

“But not cold ones,” Lussa argues. “Look, it’s shivering. Are you cold? You look cold,” he adds to it directly.

The morphless stares mutely at him.

Lussa deflates a bit. “Fine, you don’t have to...oh, let me just...” He pulls away, and this time Kyrren reluctantly lets him go.

She stands up straighter, then when the morphless only shrinks back, she sinks back down onto her haunches. It doesn’t look any less terrified, but it seems to relax again when she’s not towering over it. Really, it’s not any taller than Lussa when he’s pulling himself upright, and that’s barely the height of Kyrren’s chest. No wonder it’s scared, if it’s that small.

She flicks her tail out, balancing her weight, and wonders at the way the morphless’s eyes catch on it and widen before snapping back to Lussa.

[aethercore-seeker]

Tags

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linkon logs: interactions with LADS blogs

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Each LADS blog will get a custom tag based on how Nym feels about them.

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[doomingthenarrative]

my favorite characters are actually just my friends pcs from the dnd campaigns we’ll never finish. my favorite lost media ever

[intheticklecloset]

Hiya! It's me, the one who asked for Fyodor in the last tickle ask game. If it's okay, you know the drill, Nym XD! Purple and pink hearts for my beloved, Fyodor Dostoevsky pls!

I do in fact know the drill! I expected nothing less. 😜

~~~

💜 Raspberries or Nibbles?

For both giving and receiving, I think Fyodor would prefer nibbles. Raspberries are far too loud and unbecoming - plus they just don't work as well. Make of that what you will. 😈

🩷 Cocky or Shy Ler/Lee?

Come onnnn, we know the answer to both of these too - COCKY all the way! Arrogant and smart-mouthed and the whole bit. He's not even doing it to rile up his lers, but he is DEFINITELY doing it to rile up his lees!

[offonaherosjourney]

The Gay Agenda™ is marking down in your calendar the release of the Red, White and Royal Blue movie and clearing your schedule for that day so you can watch the movie as soon as it drops.

[artpepkin]

caught it on the dot!!! 💃💃

Seriously though I'm so shocked??? I cant believe my silly little guy is getting so much love and attention despite y'all barely knowing anything about him 😭🧡

I'll make some fluff for the little lad as a treat for this crazy milestone 🤭🧡🧡

But fr, thank you everyone who has sent fanart, asks (I promise I'm working through them haha I'm just gushing over every single one 🤣🧡), and just sent love Nym's way, I cant wait to continue sneaking peeks at his backstory and eventually (fingers crossed) be able to tell it the way I want to 🥺🧡🧡

[litlunacy]

Still dying to get my hands on the Veilguard CC. Did more picrews about it.

Nym:

Mercy:

Rambles about them & their LIs under the cut (kinda spoilery)

I think it's really funny how I designed them before Bellara or Taash's V&V episodes came out and I still didn't know much about them but they ended up having so much in common it's great.

Nymaraya & Bellara - Both super nerds (with an affinity for the strange), both with Dirthamen vallaslin, both a lil silly, both Veil Jumper mages (knew that bit already, but still)

Mercedez & Taash - Take-no-shit attitudes, irreverent, specialists of a sort (murder & dragons respectively), green-eyed (only just noticed in Taash's V&V banner today), no fuzzy feelings for 'their people' (Taash clearly has issues with the Qun, Mercy would rather cut out her own tongue than call the Crows her family), both like golden shiny things

Oooooh I'm so hype to see them interact in game. I might end up playing concurrent runs just so I don't have to wait lol.

[giggly-squiggily]

Here's a curveball for you, if you'd like a bit of a challenge 😈

So the more I watch of Black Clover the more I really enjoy the dynamic between Julius and Marx, soooo...perhaps something with those two and the prompt ❤️ Me + You? If you're up for it, like I said! I'd understand if you passed on this one - it's a bit out there. 😂

I'm loving this event so far! Great work as always, friend! 💖

*points at this prompt* It's ON! *running leap* NYM! :D This is so out there but so GOOD??? I haven't written at all for these two in so long- I missed it :) This might be a bit dusty but ultimately I hope you like it :D (And thank you friend akjrkjeajkrejj <3)

Me + You: "No way, I didn't know you were ticklish here."

“I’ve never seen anything like this-”

“Sir-”

“What magnificent power! And the way they combined their efforts-”

“Sir, please-”

“Oh, to be there in person to witness it all! I should-”

“Julius!” Marx raised his voice, surprising himself and the king. “Erm- sorry. Actually- no; I’m not! Sir, you’ve been rambling for nearly half an hour and have yet to touch your paperwork.” He referred to the growing stack of untouched documents sitting by. “I don’t mean to pressure you, but you really need to get this done.”

“Oh, yes- right; forgot about that.” Julius laughed a bit sheepishly, reaching out and gathering the first few layers. “Forgive me; you know how I get about spells.” Julius got through a single line before perking up. “But that spell-”

“Sir!” Marx growled, coming behind Julius and pointing his head back at the papers. A bold move, sure- but they were old teammates. This was normal for them. “Focus-what was that?”

“Erm…nothing?” Julius offered, ears turning red. Marx narrowed his eyes, suspicious.

“No, that noise you made…huh.” Out of curiosity, Marx pressed his fingers behind Julius' ears once more, watching the Wizard King yelp and shiver. “I didn’t know you were ticklish here..”

“Oh noohohohoho- I’m nohohohohohot!” Julius couldn’t even speak, giggling as Marx gently pressed behind his ears rhythmically. “Mahhahhahrx, pleahhahahahhase!”

“No way..all this time. All these years later..” Marx was smiling now, a deep satisfaction entering his core as he watched his old friend break down into a fit of giggles at his touch. “You’re still so ticklish! Why didn’t I think of this sooner?”

“Geahhahahahha! Mahahhahahrx! Eheahhahahahaha Iiihhihih’ll dohohoo the paahhahahperwork! Ihihihih’ll doohohooho the pahahhahaperwork!” Julius cried, cheeks pink and eyes scrunched with mirthful tears. At his declaration, the other man ceased his tickling, watching Julius rest against the wooden desk with a deep sigh. “Eheheh..eeehe..tahaht wasn’t fahhahaair…”

“Too bad. Get your paperwork done, or else.” Marx gave his armpits a quick jab, making Julius shoot back up with a snort.

The paperwork was done shortly after.

[nym-wibbly]

Please please write Destiel fic Nym!

I'd love to. I definitely approached my Supernatural marathon with the possibility in the back of my mind. That many fans in love with a pairing can't be wrong, right? "Destiel" doesn't so much have a fandom as an army. I wanted to know what it was all about, and wow, did I ever find out! Their first ep/scene hits Supernatural like an antagonistic chemistry bomb going off, and it gets exponentially messier and angstier and more problematic and more emotive from there. My kinda pairing.

My functional capacity for writing is so low these days, and the recovery time so long after I try, I don't know if I can or ever will, short of learning to love completely surface-level little PWPs as much as I love million-word, angsty introspection and slow-build, but I'd love to write about these two. I think I could spend a lifetime exploring the Endverse alone.