#Always Watching (my fanfiction)

[momotonescreaming]

Modern au where steddie are dating long distance.

They meet online, chatting about the fanfiction that Eddie writes and Steve reads. They chat about shared interests in tv, and movies, and music. About shitty parents and coming out. And then it sort of evolves from there.

Messaging, turns into phone calls, turns in video calls, turns into racing hearts and sweaty palms when they see a notification from the other. Turns into counting down the seconds until they can open their laptops and call. Turns into hardcore longing, and pining, and whispering I like you through the screen.

They start dating.

Steve will send him messages ending in hearts and kisses. Will send him thirst trap photos he takes at the gym. Takes photos of the dinner he makes and sends it to Eddie with captions saying he's saving him a piece <3. Learns to make Eddie's favourite foods, so he can make them for him when they meet.

Eddie sends him previews of the fic he's writing. Photos of him performing with his band, sweaty and smiling. Serenades him over video call, acoustic guitar perched in his lap. Watches the basketball with Steve, each from their respective living rooms.

He wonders what it would be like if they were together. If Steve could cook him the dinner he learnt just for him, if Eddie could curl into his side as they watch the game together, Steve whispering the rules of basketball into his ear.

He wonders what it would be like to kiss Steve. To feel those plump lips on his. To taste him. His sweat, his flavoured chapstick. Would he put his hands on his waist? His jaw? Cradle his face? Would he make it slow and sweet? Or rushed and desperate? Would Steve whisper I love you into the warmth of Eddie's mouth?

But they live on opposite sides of the country.

He loves what they have. He loves having Steve. But Eddie wants what other people have. Would like to go on a date that isn't through a laptop. Would like to be able to kiss and hug and even just touch his boyfriend.

[weavingletters]

DP x DC prompt

Danny Phantom and Red Huntress are the only superheroes in the world. Amity Park gets well known worldwide due to its "most haunted town" status and it's heroes.

Something happens and Danny finds himself in the past. It takes him a while to figure out how to get back and he steps on a lot of butterflies along the way.

When Danny emerges back in his own time, the world is populated with superheroes and supervillains. Apparently there are metas now? And aliens?? And what do you mean no-ones heard of Amity Park or Phantom or Huntress? Where are the Fentons????

[politemagic]

wait ok so consider stalker IV following you around while you're starting a new job in a new city and he's watching and making sure no one on earth gets near you, and when some guy does... and oh okay just

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It was cold, dark, and I was desperate for some chicken lo mein. I had found a decent place, on the edge of the city after two weeks of experiments with random takeout joints. The bag was too hot, plastic handles knotted together and I was nearly jogging back to my apartment. I could feel eyes on me. They were ever present, had been since I'd moved here. I'd grown used to the feeling of an intense gaze on the back of my neck.

But now, there were footsteps. Close. Too close. I paused, listening to see if they were still following me. They were. I began to attempt to cross the street. The footsteps followed. My palms grew slick against the steaming bag of food. I didn't dare glance backwards. I hadn't thought the eyes were a real person, just the transition from a small town to a city. Under the din, I could make it out now - there were two sets of footsteps right behind me. No, no, no, this cannot be happening to me. I slid past a dark alley and that was when I heard a new noise. Feet, dragging. Muffled yelling, as though a palm was pressed to a mouth. It sounded as though someone had grabbed someone else and shoved them into the alley or something.

I turned around. A man, broad back to me, had another man pinned against the alley wall. The pinned man was a greasy, lanky looking creep with dead eyes. Definitely someone who would follow unsuspecting people around.

"Hey, c'mon man, I didn't know she was yours," the guy wheezed out. The other guy, the attacker, jammed a brutal fist into the creep's stomach. Pain burst across the creep's features. His mouth opened, the attacker jerked his arm again, and blood trickled out of his mouth. Holy shit, he just stabbed that guy!

"You'll never make that mistake again," the guy growled, before lowering the creep to the ground. He turned, kind of awkward, on his knees and looked up at me. Dark blue eyes pinned me in place. A mask obscured most of his face. He cocked his head. I heard him swallow.

"Did I do good?"

KKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTEEEEEEEE

he’s coming home with me. we’re sharing the chicken lo mein because a good boy indeed.

@moonchild-in-blue ARE YOU SEEING THIS?????

more thoughts below because i’m feeling it today✨

he’s not wild about my sketchy apartment complex, he’s seen enough dirtbags go through that door to feel uneasy leaving me by myself. who’s to say one of them won’t get any ideas down in the laundry room?

“how are you feeling?” he asked worriedly.

“a little shaken, i won’t lie. but i’m lucky you were there,”

his chest surged with pride, the weight of his knife in his pocket a reminder of the lengths he would go to for his darling.

“i would never let anyone else hurt you.”

i wasn’t sure if it was the shock from the earlier encounter or the protective glint in his eyes, but against my better judgement…

“would you… would you stay with me? just for tonight?”

iv slept on the side of the bed closest to the door, a warm, protective arm pressing my back against his chest. i couldn’t deny that i slept easier with him beside me, living alone in the city had been a bit nerve-wracking.

maybe that was why i didn’t say anything when i saw him waiting for me after work with an outstretched hand.

“ready to go home?”

it has been a ✨day✨ and you sent this when i was on my second drink so you get tipsy em word vomit <3

[captainzigo]

Luster Dawn should've been the first villain of G5

Opaline is fine, but Luster is WAY more interesting as a potential villain

Then again, maybe I'm just salty over Luster being forgotten about after G4

now personally i don't think she is evil. i think she's just a loser. also i dont know if timelines line up for her to be a bad guy in g5 unless she is extremely old, or immortal somehow.

however

that would be awesome if she was evil. or at least misguided. i think her evil plan / evil ways would be unethical friendship experiments. like forcing people to be friends to power a laser. figuring out how to put friendship in jars for later. studying friendship in a lab and putting the test subjects through like science rat mazes. kidnapping people to study their friendship. using friendship magic for evil stuff. making people do weird shit to harvest their friendship more efficiently. that kind of thing.

and in the process of defeating her people would have to like convince her subjects that their contrived super friendships aren't healthy. or that friendship is cooler when a machine isn't sucking it out to use for evil. or even that their friendships are cool, but that they're being used to hurt people.

at first our heroes might even help her because some other threat vaguely justifies having more powerful friendship magic. and the experiments would start out being ethical and kinda cool. like learning how to be better friends by putting it to the test in a lab. or just general social studies. but the whole time leading up to them realizing she is evil, she'd always be ready to take things too far.

she would be unstoppable by even super friendship magic because she would have some of her own. she would keep a few friends of hers in a bunker somewhere to power her with their friendship. she would keep them in a plato's cave truman show style situation. every so often she would visit them to foster their relationship and like give them a bunch of gifts and love. and they would have no idea what she did when she left their cave. a little friendship cult to make her immune to the the-elements-of-harmony-were-just-symbols style friendship blasts even when all else fails.

she's described as twilight's best student, and that's certainly not because of her friendship skills. and if we pretend that that must include starlight, then that probably makes her the most powerful unicorn of all time. so if she goes super freak style with the friendship alchemy then she'd be unstoppable. beating her would mean they'd have to go rainbow power again but this time it's like nebula power, or aurora borealis power or something like that. which would be great for toys

I’ve always thought it would be cool to have a my little pony villain who was like doing friendship, the right way, and had all of this friendship magic stuff as a result, but was also bad and evil. and like the whole lesson can be like some people can be really good friends or even do really nice things and even be really nice people but still do bad things and stuff like that. a lesson I’m sure they’ve had before, but they’ve been going for nine seasons. What lessons haven’t they had. I think luster is a good candidate for this role based on her like two lines from the finale lol.

[daniwib]

Eddie has a Chevelle?

Eddie tells Buck that he 'took the Chevelle' over to Tommy's cos he has a car lift and really knows his engines and he (Buck) should hear it purr now in 7x04. Am I'm just here like.... what?

We know he still has the Denali since he drove it to Tommy's station. But have we EVER seen or heard any reference to a vintage car? Here are some pictures, for reference. I have so many questions. Where does he keep it? Has he been doing it up in his spare time? Is this a hobby of Eddie's that we've just never seen before? Buck didn't react with surprise when he mentioned it, so did Buck already know about it?

Is it something Eddie and his father have been bonding over as they work towards a better relationship - and has he been teaching Chris how to fix up an old car as further father/son bonding? Was it his Abuelo's car??? I need fics about Eddie and his Chevelle stat please!!! lol Edit to add I am NOT knowledgeable about cars at all. I actually thought he was talking about his truck until I looked it up. So the ones in this image might not be correct but I am pretty sure it is not a truck, either way.

[noxemma]

Kiss and Make Up

Sam (grumpily barging into the bunker kitchen): That’s it! I can’t take it anymore!

Sam (physically picking Cas up off the seat where he’s been sulking and pushing him toward the hallway): Go apologize so you both stop moping around.

Cas (tired and sad, resisting slightly): Sam, I’ve tried. He won’t talk to me.

Sam (deadly serious as he starts dragging Cas to Dean’s door): Cas, it’s been FIVE DAYS. Five days of Dean binging Dr. Sexy 24/7. Five days of you both living in dirty pajamas, not showering, not doing dishes, tension so thick I might need to invest in SCUBA gear.

Cas: Sam, I’ve already apolo-

Sam (ready to tear out his hair): APOLOGIZE AGAIN! Apologize better. I don’t care how you do it, but please, please just kiss and make up already!

Sam opens the door and shoves Cas in. Dean sits on his bed, wrapped in a blanket, his eyes glued to the TV despite Cas’ sudden appearance.

Dean (gruffly): I know Sam put you up to this. He thinks everything will magically get better if you apologize.

Cas (slightly agonized): Dean, I really am sorr-

Dean (angrily): I don’t want to hear another word, Cas. Just, just get out!

Cas stands for a moment, at a loss and in pain at Dean’s harsh words. Then his brow lifts as he recalls Sam’s words.

Cas (whispering mostly to himself): Sam’s right. I’ve been doing this all wrong.

Dean finally turns on the bed to face Cas, evidently paying more attention to the angel than he let on. He is a little shocked to find that Cas has moved to be right next to him, leaving barely any space between them.

Dean (looking up, confused and concerned at the determined look on Cas’ face): Cas, wha-

Cas cuts him off by bending down, firmly cupping his face and drawing him in for a scorching kiss. Dean’s hands land tentatively on Cas’ hips as if he isn’t sure whether he wants to push Cas away or draw him closer. Cas finally pulls back and studies Dean, who looks stunned.

Cas (slightly breathless and oddly shy after the intensity of the kiss): Did it work? Can we make up now?

Dean (blinking and absently running his fingers across his kiss swollen lips): Whoa, um. Wait “make up?”

Cas (nervously rambling): Sam implied that my previous apologies were insufficient and that I should “kiss and make up” with you. I was under the impression that the saying was figurative but after you refused to hear my apology once again, I thought that perhaps it was meant to be literal and that’s why my previous apologies were poorly received.

As Cas speaks Dean realizes just how distressing his anger and avoidance have been to the angel.

Dean (stricken):  Dammit, Cas. I forgive you. Of course, I forgive you. I was just angry. You didn’t need to- I didn’t mean to make you feel like- *sigh* I’ve been an ass. I’m sorry it took you doing something as drastic as kissing me to realize exactly how much of an ass I’ve been.

The room is silent except for Dr. Sexy still playing in the background. Cas doesn’t meet Dean’s eyes, still convinced he’s in the wrong despite Dean’s reassuring words.

Dean (teasing at first but falling flat): Also, while it would be funny to see Sam get a taste of his own medicine, you probably shouldn’t go around apologizing with kisses. Someone might get the wrong idea.

Cas (horrified gaze meeting Dean’s): I would never kiss Sam, or anyone else.

Dean: Oh …

Dean begins to blush as he slowly comes to the realization that Cas has basically just admitted that he only wants to kiss Dean.

Cas: Was it bad?

Dean (confused): Was what bad?

Cas (whispering so softly Dean nearly misses it):  The kiss?

Dean (licking his lip and staring intensely at Cas): Oh, well. I was kinda surprised by it so I couldn’t really say. But, uh, but if you … if you wanted to do it again I could, um, give you some pointers.

Cas (misunderstanding Dean’s words): That’s … you don’t have to do that, Dean. In fact, it was rather selfish of me to ask. I don’t want you to feel obligat-

Dean (grabbing the bottom of Cas’ shirt and pulling him back toward him): Cas, shut up and kiss me already.

Cas obliges, settling onto Dean’s lap to kiss him deeply for several minutes. When they break apart they don’t go far, resting their foreheads against each other, breathless and panting,

Cas (half teasing and half serious): How was that? Better?

Dean (pulling Cas impossibly closer on his lap): Pretty freaking awesome … I mean, you should probably keep practicing.

Cas laughs a little as Dean presses a kiss to his forehead.

Cas (teasingly): I think I could get rather fond of this whole “kiss and make up” idea, although it’s a shame we’d have to fight in order to make up. Dean (flirtatiously): Well then, we should probably just start dating already and make the whole thing easier, boyfriends fight all the time. Cas (shocked, like he didn’t really expect Dean to suggest dating): You think we should start dating? You want to be my … boyfriend?

Dean (fidgeting a bit under Cas and not making eye contact): Um, yeah? If you want me to, but we don’t have to label it or anything if you don’t want. I’m happy being whatever you want me to be. Cas (beaming with happiness and tilting Dean’s head to catch his eye): Boyfriends sounds wonderful. And, as your new boyfriend, I suggest we both shower.

Dean (gasping dramatically): Are you suggesting I stink?

Cas (somehow both sensually and stoically): I’m not denying it, just suggesting that, since my kisses still need practice, I may be able to perform other actions to make up with you. In the shower. Together.

Dean (squirming as Cas punctuates his sentence with a kiss on his neck): Oh. Oh! That’s a great idea, Cas.

They exit Dean’s room, hand in hand, and head down the hallway.

Sam (gloating as he witnesses the hand holding): Finally! Maybe I’ll actually get some peace around here now that they’ve stopped fighting and admitted their feelings.

Muffled moans, gasps, and grunts begin to filter through the thin bathroom door. Sam (horrified and muttering to himself as he puts in earplugs): It’s better than fighting, it’s better than fighting.

[beastsovrevelation]

A complete travesty in the Good Omens universe? Michael not being portrayed the leader of angels.

She's supposed to be the Supreme Commander, and she's supposed to be the boss. I sincerely suggest you don't fight me on this hill. For Hell's sake, the actress has the perfect vibe... A crime has been commited here.

Therefore, I swear to fix it in my fanfictions. General, I'll do right by you. ❤

If you can't tell, in spite of being on the opposite side, I'm attached to this figure. I'm protective of this figure. I'll defend this figure with claws and teeth.

[hannah-heartstrings]

Prose based on the Ocarina of Time title screen:

            The moon shone full in a deep blue sky. As it sunk towards the hills, the blue lightened, fading into lavender, then dusty pink crested the tops of the hills where the sun would soon rise.             Across the horizon, ran the dark silhouette of a horse and rider.             The cool dawn air whipped through Epona’s mane and across Link’s face, he squinting against it. The tip of his hat and her tail waved behind them with each plod of her hooves against the grass.             Link let his mind clear, taking in the rush of the air, the scent of the fields, and the quiet calm of dawn.             His journey grew more arduous the longer it went, each battle and puzzle harder than the last, racing back and forth across Hyrule and between timelines.             But these rides with Epona let his mind calm and soul ease; just he, his horse, and the wind running free.

[raccooncityriots]

Honestly the people saying that they’re sorry to SEED fans because the movie feels like a teen drama fanfic is sending me, guys did you watch the series. I was expecting nothing less.

[suddenserendipity]

Derek Suarez Week Day 1: Pinky promise

For @derek-week-event. I had forgotten about this during the summer but here I am - late but ready to contribute because Derek deserves all the goodness from the fandom too.

The phone rings as it lays on the pile of homework on the desk that he hasn’t gotten to yet. It plays a song that he once saw in concert - a long time ago. It’s what jolts him awake from his slumber on the bed. His guess is he had fallen asleep on his stomach sometime after coming home from school and now tries to to rub the sleep from his eyes as he answers.

Switching on the display the light almost blinds him and he winces before swiping on the little phone icon.

“Mmmyealloo…”  he slurs as a yawn breaks free from his jaws. It would have embarrassed him if he’d been more awake to care.

   “Uh…. Hi, it’s me” her voice is clear and though she sounds confused there’s a hint of amusement. “Sorry, Did I wake you?” 

He lets out a small chuckle  “Yeah… you caught me, uh - what time is it anyway?” He takes a turn around his bed to look at the clock radio standing on the bedside table showing ‘8PM’ in purple neon light. 

“Ugh… Oh shoot… I keep forgetting the different time zones. Well it’s 5PM here in California, I was just gonna have my dinner here in my dorm and thought I could call you because you probably were having dinner too.”

“Aww, I could probably swing that if… you just give me a few minutes. I haven’t eaten since lunch so… yeah a few minutes - Can I call you on video chat in maybe 10 minutes?”

She lets out a sigh that sends a delightful tingle down his spine through the cell phone. “Alright, but don’t take too long because my take out is getting cold as we speak”

“Derek’s back!” she shouts at him with a laugh as her image pops up on his laptop. “So what are you having? I’m having some lo mein but I also got some orange chicken and soup… Will probably have some of that for lunch tomorrow though”

“PB&J” he smiles and waves with the, clearly made in a rush, sandwich in his hand.

“That’s all? Peak nutritional value” she smirks at him as she twirls the noodles with a black plastic fork.

“I also got some BBQ chips and a protein shake… nearly all the food groups are covered” he teases as he opens the bag of chips with a distinct pop.

“Alright but promise me you’ll have something… more substantial for dinner tomorrow” she holds up her pinky towards the webcam and him. "Pinky promise"

He chuckles with a deep rumble in his chest at her silliness but holds up his pinky too “Pinky promise” 

[seventh-district]

again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.

[sweetandglovelyart]

If I posted a fanfiction version of Knightfall in Dream Land would anyone be interested in reading it? I’ve been thinking of maybe creating a written version of the comic to post alongside the actual comic.

[spinjitsuburst]

gritting my teeth its fine im fine i enjoy this show despite the cringe season its fine im normal

[camillabanilla]

Ok ok I see your Fluri high school, coffee shop, and city-life AUs and they're all great, I love them. But hear me out

HOCKEY AU

Just picture it, Yuri is the captain of his team (initially, he gives it to Karol later) The Vesperia Braves, and Flynn is the captain of his team, the Royal Knights. The former is scrappy, Mighty Duck style, very underfunded inner-city team with this weird manager Raven who sleeps in his office. Flynn's team is fancy, has big time sponsors and players but some of those players are cold (Sodia 👀). Everything changes when Estelle joins the Braves and brings in fresh funding with her, but little do they know she rejected the offer to join the Knights team which her parents own. This brings the Braves under fire from the Knights, and while Yuri was happy for the success of his estranged friend Flynn, he never really expected his own team to become suddenly so infamous and under media scrutiny. For the sake of his team he needs to whip them into shape, and finds himself pushed to the limit on the ice and in his personal life.

For Flynn, he was pursuing his and Yuri's dream of becoming a top player, so he can give back to his community. Flynn becomes frustrated with Yuri downplaying himself and his skills and after several attempts at getting Yuri to sign with the Knights, Yuri and Flynn have a falling out. But he's become lonely, and he finds himself incredibly conflicted when the Vesperia Braves qualify to be in the season's bracket.

OR JUST IGNORE ALL THIS AND PICTURE FLYNN AND YURI SMOOSHING EACH OTHER UP AGAINST THE BOARDS AND LOCKER ROOM CHATS AND DRAMATIC FIGHTS ON THE RINK AND THEM IN THEIR SEXY PREGAME SUITS

[zeroducks-2]

Since we've been talking about demon!Eobard and exorcist!Barry and Jay... He shouldn't have left the boy--oh, he's a man, a brave and intelligent one at that, but to Garrick he's just a kid still and too innocent for this work--to wander off. But Barry had said he wanted to check something, and Jay hadn't seen any harm in it. The shouts and cries he hears from across the house bring Jay as quickly as his feet can carry him, but it seems it's over before he bursts through the door. Barry's on his knees, expression shocked, and Jay sags against the doorframe in relief, knuckles white as he sends up a prayer of thanks when those blue eyes focus on him with a blink. Allen's lips slowly form a grin, elated, and Jay can't help but chuckle when he lets out a breathless laugh, clutching at his chest like he can't quite credit that he came through the encounter intact. Garrick feels like the crushing hug he gathers the smaller man into is more than earned, it's needed. He needs to affirm to himself that he's unharmed and safe. Barry melts into the hug, and Jay's feels pride and affection like a pressure in his chest. They conclude their investigation of the home--no sign of the entity that they'd come to oust--and the two pack up as the light starts to turn golden. Sitting behind the wheel of the rickety old truck he's called his for decades, the older of the two priests glances Barry's way where he sits, leaning an elbow on the window sill of the passenger seat. His grip tightens on the steering wheel, knuckles white as his heart suddenly pounds in his chest.

Barry's eyes are blue, like a clear sky in autumn.

Just now, Jay could swear he caught a glint of red.

ODHSKFJSK

I know nothing about priests and this is definitely not the fic I should be writing BUT HERE HAVE A DRABBLE ANYWAY--

There was nothing wrong with that house, Jay is convinced of it. With that entire neighbourhood even, despite the many reports of strange happenings going around in the past few months. It's more likely that some kids were pulling a prank on their seniors because the telltale signs of a Presence were just not there.

Birds behaved normally, no cats hissing at apparently nothing, no dogs scared to walk into a particular room or a lane. No sigils, no symbols. Truly the only odd occurrence that had been lamented where the lights - like a storm was brewing but with flashes of blood red instead of white, seen by four different people at the same hour of different nights. That and mirrors breaking by themselves in two separate occasions.

Jay has seen many little communities susceptible to the suggestion of paranormal, and in fact many people are just bored with the mundane, cling to the hope that something more hides behind a nightmare or a perfectly explainable "odd experience", or in case of elderlies, their own deteriorating minds. Barry was the one who insisted to go give it a look. If anything, it was going to be a trip to a quaint little village, and it had been just that after all, both the young man and his older mentor enjoying their time together just like father and son.

Then why after almost three months from said trip, is Jay still thinking about it.

Not just thinking, that would be reductive. He's going over everything that happened in details, especially the moment he heard Barry's scared cry from another room... Nothing was happening in that room, right? Barry had just dropped something. A mirror. There were glass shards on the floor when Jay had gotten there and Barry was kneeling in the middle of them, luckily unscathed. Jay remembers being worried for him, hurrying to pull him into a hug. He remembers Barry's laugh, everything was alright.

Definitely nothing was happening in that room.

A letter arrives, and it thanks Garrick and his former apprentice for the help, saying that ever since their visit, all the disturbances stopped. No more mirrors shattering, no more strange lights. Maybe the kids pulling a prank got scared of seeing two priests and decided to call it quits. Maybe the people who convinced themselves that they were seeing things, also convinced themselves that whatever entity they thought there was, it had been successfully ousted. Regardless, it's not like Jay and Barry had actually done anything about it. They had just taken a look, and the most notable incident was Barry accidentally breaking that mirror. Was it...?

Jay goes check their equipment, it's still in the back of the truck. They prepared for an ousting but why, there was never any need for it. Among the other things there's a shard of glass in the bag, some drops of crusted blood still on it. It makes no sense, Barry never got cut with that broken mirror, where does that blood come from?

He decides to visit Barry. It's been too long for any cut to be still on him but he might as well ask. Jay can't remember for the love of him that the young man got cut, but Barry most likely does. And maybe he also remembers what exactly happened in that room.

He's pulling up in the driveway of Barry's apartment, the truck's engine wheezing to a halt. Jay grabs the key to pull it out of the ignition.

The man in the passenger seat smiles at him from the rearview mirror, and Jay turns to face red eyes on a friendly face.

"Nothing happened in that room," the smiling man says as he looks back at Jay. "And Barry is alright. You don't need to see him now."

Jay nods. It's entirely true, nothing happened in that room. They went to that place solely to take a trip, maybe have a look around. Barry never got cut anywhere, what a silly thought... And surely Jay doesn't need to bother him with this now.

He still has his hand on the key. The engine rumbles back to life as Jay turns it, then drives away from Barry's home.

[beastsovrevelation]

My Good Omens fanfictions are kicking off. Or, should I say, Lady Crowley is. In one of the stories, she was supposed to end up with Hastur. No, she decided she wants to be with Michael.

I guess, I'll need to come up with a seperate F!Crowley x Hastur storyline, because I'm not letting go of that ship.

F!Crowley x Michael... I like the sound of that. I really do.

Has happened to all of us, hasn't it? Your superior in the military waltzes in, and seduces the love of your life. Not to mention, that's his pregnant girlfriend, and when he finds out, it's too late.

Whatever, Calla Crowley can still end up an astronomy-obsessed, equestrian pastel goth, if General of the Heavenly Host is her stepmother.

I must say... In one story she's with Satan, in the other she'll be with Michael... Lady Crowley, honey, you keep pulling the Olympians. Good for you.

P.S. - I don't know how accurately to Good Omens I'll portray Michael, since I haven't seen season 2, and it doesn't matter. I have a very particular way I like to see the figure. Honestly, if she isn't the General, and the leader of angels in Good Omens, it's a crime. Because, if she is, why haven't I seen her in armour/uniform in any of the screencaps?.. Either way, her version I intend to paint is amazing.