#I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWING THISSSS!!!!!!!!!!

[cheeriochat]

Why doesn't the bigger otacon eat the smaller otacons

Close-ups!!! \/

I haven't drawn him in so long so I just dedicated an entire page to him.... my shayla....

[clegfly]

Some iromo au concept arts!!!! Here’s a nothing!!!! (Literally. That is their names. I’m so clever woah)

I don’t think that this is what it’ll end up looking like since I want the nothings to be kinda like headspace in this au in which they are really fun and bright looking but represent trauma and horrible memories and all that stuff (info dump under cut!!!)

OKAY SO this is rosemary’s nothing (I have one for dawn too but it is very complex so I’m putting off drawing it) which I have nicknamed the lurker for convenience’s sake to differentiate!!!

The lurker is just that, he lurks. In contrast to how basil’s something is constantly devouring him, the lurker is always as far from Rosemary as possible while still being in her peripheral vision. She can always see him out of the corner of her eye, or feel his presence behind her. Sometimes he’s closer than normal, sometimes farther. But he’s always there and he’s never gone, and he doesn’t move. He just watches.

Thissss is to represent how Rosemary reacted to the incident...! without giving much away her whole thing is inaction. While basil did a horrible thing out of impulse to protect his friend and regrets it immensely everyday, viewing himself almost as a monster alongside ‘something’, a thing he knows doesn’t exist deep down but has to believe in it to defend sunny, and puts himself on par with it, Rosemary does the exact opposite- she was frozen in terror and did nothing at the scene. She didn’t move. She just watched, shaking, panicked, unable to do anything like she usually does. Maybe if she had just stepped forward to help, or reached for a phone to call an ambulance just that bit sooner, all of this could have been prevented. Maybe she could have done something. Maybe she could have saved him.

But that didn’t happen. She did nothing, and without precious time, the results of the incident worsened and ended as they do in the au’s modern day. Rosemary tries not to blame herself. But she can’t hold the guilt off. No matter how plagued she is by nightmares in which the demons that stalk her silently mock her, telling her all these thoughts she’s buried down, she denies them, over and over again, claiming her own innocence. But she doesn’t believe herself, whether she knows that or not she doesn’t know. But no matter how firm she is about her lack of guilt, she feels it deep inside, and it HURTS.

Also, the lurker’s lower half is roots! I wanted to do that (a) to emphasise the fact he’s “rooted in place” (b) to bring plant imagery into it and (c) so that he’d have that classic tendril motif the somethings have in the og game!!

Anyway yeah yap session over now

[koka-mi]

HIII KOKA HOW HAVE U BEEN JUST IN GENERAL FEEL FREE TO GO ON A WHOLE YAP !!!

HII OMG HIII RAVEN IN MY ASKBOX LET'S GOOOO!!!! >:DDDDDDD KYOKO PLSUHIEEEEU!!! I LOVE THAT PICTURE SOSO MUCH I THINK ABT IT EVERYTDYA!!!!

I'VE BEEN DOING VERY WELL THANK YOU!! :3 AND I WILL TAKE THAT YAP INVITATION AND RUN WITH IT!!!!

SOO today went very very nicely I think!!!! I stood up until like 5am-ish so I woke up suuuper late today xD ohoh and I watched this uhh christian movie. I don't even remember what it's called--the last miracle or something???? I DON'T EVEN REMEMBERRR but it was okay?? I dunno I only watch those movies bcz my great grandpa make me feel like I have to :p I haven't had to do any super religious stuff since I was around 7-8 y/o though xD watching christian movies isn't really the norm for me luckily !

I also took a nap which surprises like nobody AND I PLAYED SOME ACE ATTORNEY ON MY 3DS AS WELL AS SOME RAYMAN AND IM@S ON MY VITA SO THAT WAS SUPER SUPER FUN!!!! :D

my mom also got some italian food today so that was super cool!! AND IT'S SO GOOD I love italian food it's up there with japanese food for me yummy yummyyy !!!!

ALSO ALSOOO I got to practice with my cover group a little bit! not everyone could show but majority of us could :D and that was super fun~! I think our manager (saying that makes it sound so professional BUT IT WASN'T REALLY BAHBFHADSB) was losing patience with some of us though xD none of it was directed at me but a few of the members were falling behind in their lines--the rest of us reassured them that it was okay though!! :] a video was also recorded but I'm not allowed to share it sadly </3 maybe I can share my own parts sometime tho!

hmmm what elseeee...my mom did my eyebrows today so that was something!! she was also talking about these three DEPRESSING MOVIES WHILE SHE WAS DOING IT :'D THEY WERE SOOO SAD AND I WAS JUST LIKE MOM WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THISSSS but tbf they do sound pretty good--I dunno if I'd watch them myself tho I'd probably cry BSAHDBASFH

ANND I wrote in my journal today!! :3 but it's not anything about me it's a short kyosaya story :D I may share it but I'm not suuure..it's not anything super special--I also doodled little kyosaya drawings around it !!!!!! I love kyosaya I love kyosaya I love kyosay

UHHH THAT'S ABOUT IT I THINK!!!! MY DAY WENT VERY WELL AND I AM DOING SUUUPER GOOD~!! TYSM FOR ASKING RAVEN YOU'RE SO COOLLLLL

[o-lanterns]

I had a lot of vague headcanons about Helmut’s family and thought it might be fun to try designing them, and well I guess I have ocs now.

Many thoughts about each of them, but the general idea is that his parents are an opera conductor and singer who run a family-owned theater. Helmut is the only psychic in the family, and his parents aren’t quite sure how to handle it. Maybe if they just pretend there’s nothing atypical about him he’ll be fine?

[ID 1: A full lineup, titled “the Fullbear Family.” Helmut stands out, reaching up with a finger and drawing figments of fish in the air.

ID 2: The father and mother, Artur and Aria. Artur is an imposing broad-shouldered man with reddish peach skin and slicked auburn hair with greying sideburns and a neatly groomed mustache. He has a trapezoid-like nose, a wrinkled forehead, thick eyebrows, and stares sternly with round green eyes. he wears a dark maroon tailcoat with a white shirt and maroon bow tie, cummerbund, and pocket square. He has one arm crossed behind his back and the other holds a conductor’s baton in a white gloved hand. Aria is a fat woman with freckled lavender skin and orange hair, which is braided and pinned into swirled buns on each side of her head. She has a wide triangular nose, rosy cheeks, and aqua blue eyes. She wears a layered teal dress with a mustard yellow skirt and ruffles, gold belt, laced bodice-style top, and translucent seafoam green sleeves that bunch at the wrists as well as a pearl necklace. She is posed as if singing. ID 3: Teenage twin brothers, Dmitri and Sergei. They both have square bodies and rounded square heads, lavender skin, short auburn hair, green eyes, and curved triangle noses. their facial features skew in opposite directions. (Dmitri’s nose curves to the right, Sergei’s to the left.) Dmitri wears a light brown shirt with a buttoned brown sweater vest, bowtie, and corduroy pants. He has a book under one arm and is smiling politely. Sergei wears half-moon glasses, a light blue shirt, sky blue necktie, and navy blue blazer and corduroy pants. There are a few stubbly hairs on his chin. He has a hand on one hip and looks unamused. ID 4: Little Helmut and younger sister Odette. Helmut has choppy chin-length hair and wears a sweater with wavy green stripes and blue pants. Odette has light freckled magenta skin, a triangular nose, and orange hair in two thick braids that stick out. Her dress is blue with darker polka dots, puffed sleeves, and a yellow bow around the waist. She wears blue flats with mismatched green and yellow socks.

ID 5: Some sketches. Aria pinching Helmut’s cheek and cooing “My little dreamer...” while he laughs and protests “Mom!” Odette with her hair down wearing a nightgown, holding a teddy bear and a book titled “Bedtime Fairy Tales.” she asks Helmut “Will you read me a story?” and he says “C’mon Detta, you’re supposed to be in bed.” “Please? I can’t sleep. You’re the only one who can do the pictures.” Helmut replies “Just a short one, okay?” Helmut then sits on Odette’s bed and reads to her from the book, posing dramatically and projecting figments of a singing mermaid and fish as Odette looks up at them with a smile. end ID.]

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go flex for blake ;-)  -bonus:

[y0itsbri]

Hey bri(: how are you? Hope your day is going well !

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ? 

hi! ooooh thank you for the ask! these made my day so much better!

you already know 'baby' is canon but UGH i can't get that outta my mind. that's his BABY. obsessed. love it. perfect. no notes. ian loooves being called 'hubby'. it started out as a joke with debbie teasing them, but it made butterflies explode in his chest when he heard mickey use it in passing. mickey caught on and uses it whenever he wants to get ian nice n flustered

when: UGH like. he was just a boy in s1 and he already had them. a BOY got his knuckles tatted!!! :_( i think i'm gonna say he got em within a year of s1. before that, he used to draw em on with sharpie how: family right of passage. piggy backed a session w colin and it hurt like a bitch by who: a cousin of a cousin. like he's seen them in passing but doesn't know what their real name is. they always seem to have a cig hanging out of their mouth ian isn't incredibly artsy, so i think he would just get mickey's name on him. i think the idea of him getting it on his arm, but also chestttt or hip or ring finger (just an 'm' in that case) feels right. he does it for an anniversary or a birthday or just a week that mickey was feeling insecure. mickey gets bashful whenever he sees the tattoo

ian loooves it when mickey reaches for something on a top shelf and his heels lift a bit and his shirt rides up. he loves seeing his man s t r e t c h. mickey loves it when ian wears his reader's glasses! (glasses wearers u r sexy) but yuh bonus: crime! be gay do crime!

I LOVE THISSSS. mickey is @ mi.aleks bc he thought it was artsy. also he doesn't have his last name bc he didn't want his family to find him. ian is @ ian_gallagher_96. in my heart i feel that he went for the double dash and the birth year. ian started following mickey around early s2. he finally bit the bullet and expected to be told off, but mickey just teased him lightheartedly. ian grinned and asked mickey when he was going to follow him back and mickey flipped him the bird in response. then i think with all the turmoil going on, mickey deleted his instagram several times. maybe he had an anonymous account that followed ian, some of the other gallaghers (to keep tabs on ian), and some hobby accounts, but he never achieved mutual status with ian until after they got married. i feel like getting into instagram again would be something he would do in lockdown, sharing their breakfast or an artsy shoe pic and of course candids of his handsome hubby.

if they got a dog, ian would def walk it more. mickey is lazy at heart -- the man deserves to Rest! if they got a cat, it would snuggle mickey more. i feel like ian would be kind of scared of the cat at first but then they become proper pet dads in no time. right now (end of s11), i don't think they need anything. they just got free on their own. just the two on em. i think they want to relic in that for a bit before adding another family member.

thanks for thinking of me for this challenge! was so fun to think about and i hope i got my thought out in coherent enough sentences LOL

[jwylea]

Finally done with thissss

I had so much fun drawing it, and I got to explore more with colors and tools.

Even finding the courage to draw backgrounds(which I never have cause I'm always scarec of screwing up😅)

Hope you all enjoy this piece :)

[yamisnuffles]

Your Fire and Your Flood, Pt 2

Chapter 2 is here at last.

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In the beginning there was neither light nor was there dark. There was nothing. There was everything. There was Her and She was both. She was all the light and dark to come, the stars, moons, trees, and clouds. Everything and nothing. That was how Crawly felt. There was no light around him anymore, barely any in him, nor was there dark. Just nothing. And everything.

Consciousness came in fits and starts. First in the feel of droplets on his scales. It must have been rain because that was all he’d felt for weeks. It had started to feel like that was all he’d ever known. But if it was, it had slowed remarkably, no longer a downpour but the occasional drip... drip... drip. He would have thought it curious- each drop too warm, too heavy with something he felt more in his soul than his flesh- but he wasn’t in a place to be curious about anything. He was adrift in the dark and that was all he knew again before long. 

The next thing he was aware of was heat. He’d been warm from the moment of his creation. Her love burned at the foundation of every angel. It should have been enough to carry him through anything, had sustained him through the coldest nights and even in the void of space. Rain, no matter the amount, should have been nothing. He hadn’t realized just how cold he’d gotten until heat returned to his body. It came from somewhere outside him, soft and peculiarly inviting. His body was suffused with it until the spark inside him was stoked to new life. He wasn’t sure how long he continued in that nebulous existence. He was only ever aware of the return of cold for the warmth that always followed.

Finally there was song. Song. That was something that hit him at his very core. Seraphim were made to sing for Her. Crawly had sung often, especially as he spun out constellations. Each heavenly body was another note in an infinite song. He hadn’t sung since then, hadn’t heard other angels sing for even longer. Human song had its own kind of beauty- raw and honest and vital. That it was different from angel song did not make it worse but it was different. There was no mistaking what he heard now was an angel singing. That sound was like a hook to the center of his being that yanked him all the way back to consciousness at last.

At first he wasn’t sure if he’d properly woken up. He couldn’t make sense of what he saw. He thought he was sitting amongst the clouds, but that couldn’t be. He slithered and stretched underused muscles as his mind lifted from the heavy fog of a very long sleep. The movement as much as his gradual awakening told him that he was actually swathed in a white cloak. He wriggled toward the light through folds of soft fabric.

He was in a small cabin on a ship large enough that it was barely troubled by waves. Not far away, framed against a miraculously sun filled window not far away, was Aziraphale. That explained the cloak. He should have known instantly from the smell- which he gathered now on his flickering tongue- but the ongoing lilt of angelic song had pushed all else from his mind. It was everything in a way that made his prior nothingness feel like a distant memory. It filled him until he felt he might burst.

Not for the first time, he wished for another corporation. This one wasn't made to house so much emotion. His heart swelled. He wanted to smile. He wanted to cry. He couldn't do either, so instead he used a voice laden and hushed with feeling to speak the only truth that mattered to him. 

"Aziraphale." And that, too, was everything.

If only it hadn't meant an end to the song. Aziraphale silenced immediately and spun on his heel. His mouth hung in a wobbling, wordless circle. Shock, sorrow, joy, and more all washed quickly across expressive features. Crawly had forgotten just how blue those eyes could be, especially swimming in unshed tears.

"Oh,” Aziraphale said, finding his voice at last. “Oh, Crawly, you're-"

Aziraphale rushed forward and bent smoothly to draw the whole unwieldy mass of Crawly’s serpentine form into his arms. The long body of a snake wasn't meant for hugging, so Crawly met him halfway by winding around Aziraphale's torso. It meant Aziraphale was left hugging himself as much as anything but it was enough.

Tears fell from Aziraphale's eyes and suddenly Crawly understood what he'd felt before, the rain that wasn't rain. "Hey, I'm alright," he said, not wanting to be the source of Aziraphale's pain. "I'm okay."

"You silly- You foolish-" Aziraphale blustered in a voice that might have been successfully cross if it hadn’t come from between gasping, shaky breaths. "You- you impossible serpent. I thought you were gone. You nearly were."

Crawly nuzzled into the downy hair at the base of Aziraphale's neck. He couldn't bear to see the other angel cry, especially when he was the cause. "Sssssorry."

"You should be." Aziraphale hiccupped over another sob and quieted as he tried to even out his breathing. "I don’t know if the water really would have killed you but that, that… absurdity might have. Whatever were you thinking?"

"Wasn't, really. Just sort of… did it.”

Aziraphale tilted his head to aim a withering look at the snake on his shoulders. “You just decided syphoning off your own ethereal energy was the best thing to do?”

“Yes?” Crawly buried his head at the juncture of Aziraphale’s neck. “I was tired, okay? You don’t know how long I spent trying to convince someone, anyone, to listen to me. But all any of them ever see is the Sssserpent of Eden.” He hated that phrase, hated what it represented and that he could never escape it. “A thousssand yearssss like thissss. They whissssper and tell sssstories sssso everyone knowssss.” Of course his hiss would become more pronounced now and he hated that too. “I was so tired,” he continued when he was certain his voice wouldn’t betray him. “And desperate. I wasn’t about to let the only humans who believed in me die.”

Aziraphale’s shoulders slumped. He reached around to stroke gently along Crawly’s back, leaving a trail of warmth wherever he touched. “I’m so sorry, my dear. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you.”

Crawly melted into the touch. For a moment he was able to imagine that everything actually would be fine and then he stiffened. He slithered around so he could talk face to face. "Wait, where are the humans?" His whole body went slack, sure of the answer already. "It didn't work, did it? I screwed it up and they didn't make it anyway. I promised. I promisssed and still…"

“Crawly, no. Shhhhh, no, no, no,” Aziraphale soothed. “They’re fine. Just fine.”

Crawly was so busy cursing up a storm that it took a second for him to process what Aziraphale had said. “They’re… alright?” he asked, not daring to hope until it was confirmed again.

“More than, I’d say, given they were sustained for so long by celestial energies. I can take you to see them when you’ve rested up more.”

“I don’t need more sleep. I mean, probably do, but I already got a lot. I think. How long was I out?”

“Well-”

“Doesn’t matter. I won’t be able to get more sleep until I see them for myself. So if you won’t take me, I’ll just find them on my own. I’m sure I can sniff them out.”

Crawly moved to drop from Aziraphale’s shoulders but was stopped by a firm hand and a sigh. “Alright. Promise me you’ll try to rest up more after, though.”

“Promise,” Crawly replied without hesitation.

Once out of the cabin, a wave of animal smell hit Crawly. They didn’t have far to go. They passed tall fenced stalls that held elephants, camels, and giraffes. One of the giraffes had its neck curved to look into the next stall over, the one that Aziraphale approached after a furtive glance about.

“Miriam, I’m coming in,” he warned as he undid the latch. “I’ve got someone with me that I thought you might want to see.”

“You’re bringing someone?” came a woman’s nervous reply. “Who- oh.”

Crawly saw instantly what Aziraphale had meant about the humans being better than alright. There was the slightest glow to them, visible in the dim corner where the two elder children were huddled behind their mother, Miriam. As soon as they saw who was with Aziraphale, they all rushed over, the children in an excited jumble and their mother at a more controlled pace. Anah and her brother Reuel hopped up and tried to grab onto the end of Crawly’s tail but were stopped by Aziraphale.

“Alright now, children, Crawly has been through a lot. Best to look and not touch,” he tutted.

The children pouted in unison. Joy bubbled up inside Crawly at the sight of their innocent, open petulance. There they were, clearly considering disobeying the Principality, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s no fun,” he said and he dropped down without further warning.

The children shrieked and giggled. They stumbled with pudgy legs amongst his many winding coils while their mother and Aziraphale looked on with matching exasperated expressions. Their petting was far from gentle but Crawly enjoyed it more for that. He could still remember perfectly the way they’d hardly dared get near him at first. Now it was clear they could hardly get close enough.

“Az- Azira…” Anah screwed up her lips. “The other angel said you were sleeping and that we had to leave you alone. If you don’t need to eat, why do you need to sleep?”

“Because I like to sleep,” Crawly answered. Which was the truth, if not the whole truth of the situation. He didn’t like lying when answering questions but he didn’t think a teeny tiny omission would hurt in this case, given that the alternative was to risk the children feeling guilty for something he’d chosen to do. “Sleeping is great. Sometimes I think I would like to nap for a year.”

“A year?” Reuel gasped.

“Maybe a hundred.”

This was met by a peel of laughter from both Anah and Reuel who clearly thought he was joking. Which, he was. Sort of. A bit. Maybe.

“Wanna see the ostriches?” Anah asked, veering to another topic without warning the way only a child could.

“And sheep!” Reuel chimed in.

“Sheep are boring.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Uh-huh. We can always see sheep.”

Aziraphale held his hands up. “Children, we can see whatever you’d like.” He closed his eyes a moment and Crawly could feel him probing for the presence of any other celestial beings. One snap later to ensure they went unnoticed and he added, “Lead the way.”

The children scampered out of the stall, followed by their mother and baby brother, and finally the two angels. Crawly rode on Aziraphale’s shoulders so that he could actually see the animals. The children were more than happy to chatter at length about each animal they passed and Crawly was happy to listen. He found he was actually fairly interested since most creatures tended to give him a wide berth. The miracle that made them all more docile for life on the ark ensured he could get a good look without any of them panicking.

He wasn’t sure when he nodded off. Sleep was usually something he chose to do instead of something that simply fell on him, but one moment he was enjoying the children’s glee at the snakes and the next, he was nestled back in Aziraphale’s robes. Starlight washed the floor in a soft glow. Aziraphale was seated next to him, legs folded primly underneath himself. He was humming some human tune to himself and startled slightly when Crawly stirred.

“Awake again I see.”

“Nnnnh,” was Crawly’s eloquent response. He felt cold again and slithered up into Aziraphale’s lap in search of warmth. “How long was I out this time?”

Aziraphale conjured extra heat into his palms and stroked along Crawly’s spine. “Not long. Only a few hours. I do believe you’re properly on the mend at last.”

Crawly couldn’t manage much more than a thoughtful noise in response. The heat felt so nice and when he didn’t say anything more, Aziraphale started to sing the same tune he’d hummed before. Crawly thought it sounded familiar but Aziraphale had replaced the words with cheerful sounding nonsense. Combined with the ever present lap of water against the hull, it threatened to put Crawly right back to sleep. He would have happily submitted if it hadn’t meant he was liable to forget once more something he’d wanted to say.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Whatever for, my dear?” Aziraphale responded without pausing the soothing motion of his hand.

“The humans. You didn’t have to rescue them. I know you’re not supposed to.”

“Ah, well…” And now Aziraphale pulled back into himself and wrung his hands together. “No, I’m not, but no one ever said I couldn’t help you. So when I finally found you and you had the humans with you, what choice did I have? Perhaps I wasn’t supposed to save them but you’d already done that and I wasn’t about to kill them. Whether I did it outright or simply left them, it would all be the same thing in the end. Which meant there was only one thing to do. And you were all huddled together and really, it was just easier to take the whole boat and all its occupants than try to extricate you from the lot.”

Crawly could tell from the way Aziraphale was rambling that he’d rehearsed those excuses a few times in case he had to explain himself. “How’ve you kept four humans from going unnoticed?”

“It would seem most of the angels find all the animals a bit… distasteful, so they’ve mostly left me to it. Gabriel in particular, who was meant to keep me updated on when I might see land again. As for Noah and his family, they trust me to keep things in order.” Aziraphale squirmed and his gaze skipped around in search of sudden intruders. “So it’s really been no bother. Certainly nothing to thank me for.”

“You did a lot, Aziraphale. They all seemed happy and healthy. Don’t say that was all down to me because I haven’t been doing much of anything for a while. After everything they’ve been through, you made them smile again. You did that.” Crawly knew how difficult it must have been for Aziraphale. The Principality seemed forever torn between what he felt was right and what he thought Heaven wanted from him. He’d gone above and beyond even knowing it could get him in trouble. “So, yeah, think I actually do have to say thanks.”

Aziraphale squirmed again but it was clear he was pleased from the way his lips curled up despite himself. “When you put it like that, I suppose I must.” He averted his eyes and his cheeks tinged with pink. “Though I feel far from altruistic. I did it for you. Because of how much you’d given. Because of how I…”

He trailed off, leaving Crawly to wonder. And wonder he did, about that angel with self conscious crimson painting the tips of his pale ears and the light of a halo glowing delicately from just this side of reality. Aziraphale had gone so far out of his comfort zone, risked the wrath of heaven, all for him. A snake, the Serpent of Eden.

Again Crawly felt something too big, too complex for this simple corporation. It filled him and filled him and filled him, bigger than the wrathful sea outside. How could he feel something so huge? He doubted there’d be any containing it even if he’d had his proper form. He was a star too heavy to sustain itself, a supernova waiting to be born. He didn’t know how else to put it, even to himself. He didn’t think he’d ever felt something like this. It was all consuming and yet it gave and gave.

It was everything and it was nothing. It was-

Oh.

“Aziraphale, I- I think…”

“Hmm?”

He couldn’t say it. Were angels even allowed to love in this way? This was no wide, encompassing love for creation nor the intrinsic act of being that was loving Her. This was specific, desirous, needing of another like a mortal might need for air. Even if it could be holy, Crawly wasn’t sure it could be when coming from him. It would drag Aziraphale down. Aziraphale was meant to soar in the heavens, not be forced down into the dirt.

“What is it?” Aziraphale prompted again.

This feeling was a revelation but Crawly couldn’t reveal it. He’d rushed in too often and stumbled into folly. He couldn’t risk that. “I think I… might sleep again. For a bit.” There. That was better. Safer. “Could you stay with me? Maybe sing a bit? Helps me sleep.”

“Of course,” Aziraphale replied, his smile beatific.

Crawly slithered back into the pile of robes though he’d never felt warmer than he did with Aziraphale’s thigh pressed against him and a song drifting through the air just for him. He hadn’t thought what he felt could grow anymore but there it was, bubbling up. He had the same feeling he did when he’d first awakened from his long slumber, that he was swathed in clouds rather than fabric. He buried himself in the robes, sure that if he continued looking at Aziraphale he would burst.

Once more, impossibly given how he felt, sleep claimed him. It was not darkness that met him this time but a dream of the stars. Six wings carried him in a familiar dance. It felt right, better than it had when he’d done it in the waking world because this time Aziraphale was with him. They flew hand in hand to every one of Crawly’s creations. When there was no more to show, Crawly let out the feeling that was burning to be free and turned himself into a star just for Aziraphale.

He lingered blissfully in that dream until the sun on his eyelids couldn’t be ignored any longer. A smile remained painted on his lips despite the stiffness in all of his limbs. He indulged in a languorous stretch and yawned so wide it was a miracle his jaw didn’t end up unhinging. His fingers were buried deep in tangled curls before anything struck him as odd.

“You’re- you- you’re… oh my.”

Aziraphale’s stunned stammering confirmed it. He knew what he felt but he still had to look down, to press fingers into lightly freckled skin, in order to believe it. He was a tangle of limbs piled at Aziraphale’s feet. He had his body back. His. It didn’t make a bit of sense and he expected scales to sprout at any moment, but there was no denying it.

He thought of conjuring some clothes but decided for the moment that he’d rather wear Aziraphale’s discarded cloak. He didn’t care one speck that it was too large. He liked it more for that. Delighted laughter burbled up and escaped his lips- his lips- as he tried to get to his feet. It continued, even as he stumbled. It would have kept going until he hit the deck with his face but Aziraphale caught him first. Heat blossomed in his skin where Aziraphale’s hands made contact. Even if his legs hadn’t felt confusing at the moment, being so close to Aziraphale this way would have robbed him of the ability to walk all the same. His knees were uselessly weak.

��Careful now,” Aziraphale said softly as he tucked himself under an arm. “You’ll need some time to get used to your legs.”

“My legs,” the seraph repeated with a wide, crooked smile. “My legs.”

Aziraphale snapped and a pile of cushions appeared. He lowered the other angel onto them and then cocked his head. “It’s good to see you again,” he said. The skin about his eyes crinkled with his smile. Those blue eyes blew wide suddenly. “Oh. I remember now. You’re not Crawly. You’re-”

“Don’t.” A shiver passed through new skin. The former serpent couldn’t pin a finger on exactly why he dreaded hearing his old angelic name, only that it filled him with a distinct sense of wrong. “That’s not me anymore.”

“Not you?” Aziraphale asked, perplexed. “My dear, it’s your God given name. You’ve earned it back and you’re saying you don’t want it?”

“Nope.” The seraph picked absently at his fingernails and toes. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he considered. “Not that. Not Crawly either.”

“If you insist,” Aziraphale huffed.

“I do.”

“What should I call you, then?”

A good question. He drew in a long breath until he felt truth lodge somewhere in between his ribs. “Crowley,” he answered and he instantly knew it was right.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale echoed and if Crowley hadn’t known before, it was sealed as soon as he heard it come out of those lips. “If that makes you happy then, yes, I think it suits you.”

Crowley flashed his teeth in response. “Suits me, huh?”

He wasn’t sure who he was right now. His skin felt familiar and foreign all at once. He grabbed one of his feet and hooked it behind his neck. He was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to be able to do that. He wiggled his various digits and felt the pull of muscles and tendons as he stretched out his limbs again. He felt a bit looser at the joints than he had before but otherwise normal. He stuck his tongue out until he could see the rounded pink tip of it. Normal too. Unless… He concentrated and it forked at the end, falling somewhere between human and serpent. Concentrate more and it was back again. He was fairly certain if he really wanted to, he could be a snake again, but he didn’t want to.

Aziraphale watched him with a bemused smile as he continued testing the new parameters of his body. “Do you have any idea how this happened.”

“Nope,” Crowley said, popping the ‘p’ and thoroughly enjoying forming his mouth around words again instead of just willing them to come. “And for once, I’m not going to question it.”

He set his feet flat and pushed up in another attempt to stand. His hips swayed this way and that. He probably would have fallen again except that he pulled his wings out to balance him. A pleasant tingle ran up his spine. They ached to be used. His current quarters weren’t large enough to really stretch them, which only left him with one option.

He folded them tight against his back and reached out to take Aziraphale’s hand firmly in his own. “Come on.”

“Where to?”

“Just come along, would you? More fun if I show you.”

Aziraphale gave a small, tight nod. Crowley thought it was the other angel who was trembling and then he realized it was him. That wouldn’t do. He pushed past that jittery feeling, took a few gravity defying strides forward, and then hopped out the window, taking Aziraphale with him. Aziraphale all but fell out after. Crowley pulled the startled blond into his arms and they floated down together with the aid of six star bright wings.

He couldn’t help but laugh again as they made a soft landing on the surface of the water. He released Aziraphale from the embrace and took a few more increasingly steady steps. When he didn’t fall straight on his ass, he took another step, skipped, hopped, and fluttered forward. It was all marvellous. He could have spent the next thousand years reacquainting himself with everything he’d missed in the last thousand.

Aziraphale followed after him with a more controlled gate. “You really have no idea why you got your body back?” he asked. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Given the timing, I suppose it must be what you did for the humans. Which, if that’s the case, Her plan truly is ineffable.”

Crowley twirled about on one foot and looked straight into eyes the same blue as the water beneath their feet. His heart pounded hard in his chest. Love, it said.

“Not a clue,” was the easy lie, though only a partial one at that. He knew in his soul what this was about but that didn’t mean he knew the reasoning. Perhaps She was rewarding him for not sullying Aziraphale with this imperfect, all too human love. “Like I said, not questioning it.” He extended a hand toward Aziraphale. “Fly with me?”

Aziraphale let out his own wings with a contented sigh and took Crowley’s hand. “I’d love to.”

Love. Love. Love.

Hand in hand, they took flight.

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‪Majim selfie ♥️ You already know how much I love Mayim and Jim together! So when I saw yesterday’s selfie (thanks Mayim for the pic!!) I had to draw it!! I was already on my ipad so this time I did it in digital. A weird style maybe? But I didn’t want it too realistic, just something to have fun.‬ ‪Every time I see a selfie like this I want to draw it, sometimes I have the time, sometimes not, but love them all and I hope we have more pics before the rest of the tapings ends. And lots of behind the scenes! Did you see JRB’s post yesterday? And Melissa’s stories? And Kaley’s post with all the stand actors/actresses of each main character? I love to see all of thissss💕‬ Please Mayim and Jim, never stop posting Majim selfies!! We love them!!!!!‬ ‪ ‪Enjoy the taping today!! ‬ ‪.‬ ‪‪.‬‬ ‪‪Support my art —> patreon.com/rgbcn‬‬ ‪‪.‬‬ ‪‪.‬‬ ‪‪@therealjimparsons ‬‬‬‬‬‬ ‪‪‪‪‪@missmayim ‬‬‬‬‬‬ ‪‪‪‪‪‪#rgbcn #majim #bigbangtheory #jimparsons #mayimbialik #sheldoncooper #amyfarrahfowler #shamy #sketch #digitalart #tbbt #thebigbangtheory ‪#fanart‬ ‬#couple #selfie #drawing #quicksketch #selfie #digital #award #sketch #tvshow #fun #funny #art #artist‬ #artistsoninstagram #tvshow #comedy #tvseries‬‬ https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvwe6TtgImy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=81dbucetm3i2

[lickmeleclerc]

Hey hey!! Oof! I sorta have this cliche in my head with harry where they like grew up together and reader has always kinda liked him and just assumed that growing up they’d end up together and then in like the last year of school she tells him and he thinks he doesnt feel the same way and she goes off to college and when she comes back... well you choose how to end it Wow im a mess😂

I LOVE THISSSS

The end of the school dance was drawing to an end then all that’s left is graduation tomorrow then you’re done. You’ve finished a goal that you’ve been reaching for, for 12 years. And you’ve gotten to finish it with your best friend since forever, Harry Holland. Your heels though pretty killed your feet. And all the dancing to the old hits was fun, you needed a break so air to let everything sink in.

Your heels clicked against the cement as you walked out the front doors taking a seat on a lone bench you took a deep breath and tried to remember all the good moment of school. Every single one had Harry in it and you love that. Because you’ll admit, you love Harry. More than him just being your best friend. You love him, you’re in love with him.

“Hey.” His familiar voice rings through the quote night. You turn to face him a wide smile already on your face. It’s Harry. You could recognize his voice anywhere.

“Hey.” You day back inching over so he can sit. His suit is tailored and just makes him ever more so attractive to you. “You look nice tonight.” You add while he sits. A small chuckle leaves his lips.

“I should be the one complimenting you, darlin.” He smiles as his eyes cast over your face and body. A blush heats over your cheeks as you summon up the courage to tell him, to confess.

“Harry I-I’m in love with you.” You day as you force you eyes to meet his. His mouth is open and his eyes are wider than usual in surprise. He’s quite and it feels like forever before he speaks.

“Y/n..-“ he begins to say his spiel to let you down softly, you can feel it.

“Never mind Harry. That was a, a uh mistake.” You stand quickly and run to your car for a quick escape. If only Harry would have spoken sooner. Because he wouldn’t be seeing you for a long time.

You’d been away at college for a few years now, working on a degree. Since graduation life has been kind to you, you’re in the college of your dreams and you have good friends and classes aren’t as hard as you expected. Now it’s Christmas break and a plane ticket home sits in your lap. It was a hard adjustment to loose Harry in a sense, but the embarrassment of getting denied by Harry was too much to try and talk to him again, but then again he could have reached out too. And he didn’t.

Harry was so happy when your parents invited him over to your welcome home party. The living room was packed and Harry just dropped the cake off in the kitchen when you waltzed through the door. Your eyes met his big brown ones. Now it’s your turn to look at him shocked. But before he has a chance to say even a welcome back to you, your family has pulled you away and wants to hear all about college life.

Finally, the evening is dying down and you’re eating your cake in your childhood back yard, needing some you time for a moment.

“Y/n, I need to tell you this, and it’s about 4 years too late and I’m sorry.” Harry speaks quickly as he stands in front of you. You look up at him and nod scooting over so he can sit down. It’s déjà vu of the last time you spoke to him.

“What I was trying to say at the dance was. Y/n I should be confessing my love for you. I was shocked you had feelings for me, I thought you’d only see me as a friend. I’m in love with you Y/n.” He admits as he fiddled wit his fingers nervously. A smile sprout on your face as you laugh.

“Well we sure wasted some time.” You day with a laugh and he nods and he pulls you into a hug before he eyes you and your lips. You nod softly and what you’ve been waiting for finally happens. You’re kissing be love of your life and your best friend, Harry Holland.

Continued all inclusive blurb night

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Please Listen

Evening Its Ishida Ayumi

 I looked to look at a lot,

 Writing an everyday menu Ameba-san blog, someone would introduce recipes and things,

 All of the dishes were cute!

 The menu was colorful!

 It was like, simple but involved side dishes,

I particularly like that kind of thing!

 I would think, ‘I want to make that someday~’,

 It was fun to look at it while I was hungry!

 But this person,

Updated their “last” blog.

What kind of menu will it be today, are the fun feelings I had a lot so, it’s a little lonely but, thank you very much!!! Are the feelings I thought would be good, so I also wrote them on my blog

 Today we,

 Had our last rehearsal towards, “Morning Musume ’18 Concert Tour Fall ~Get SET, GO!~”!

 Starting on September 22nd,

 First of all a peace of mind!

Flowing into the concert perfectly!

 Also speaking of things missing,

 Is all of the fans cheers ❤

 Have you prepared your tickets!

 Since all of the venues have begun their general sales, please try to find out about each place!

 The Nippon Budokan performance on December 15th and 16th, have not been accepting general admission yet,

 So don’t miss the opportunity

 Please, with our voices together,

Dancing, smiling, please have fun to the full extent!

 I want to have a concert soon~

  Ah, this is,

 Joujou Gundan-san’s “Nakama”,

It was an exciting venue lol

 Released on the 14th,

 Have you checked out “Morning Musume ’18 Close Contact Documentary Photo Book NO DAY, BUT TODAY Drawing Dreams for 21st Year VOL.1 VOL.2 VOL.3” yet?

 If you haven’t seen it soon it will be leaked,

Let’s set the theme for the goods

  What page is thissss

 Those who haven’t seen it yet,

Can have fun finding the page,

It might be nice if you see it !?

 Since there is a commemoration release handshake on the 18th,

 There its fine to check the answer lol

 See you ayumin ❤

 https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12405448849.html

[lycanbucky]

1, 18 and 20 please!

oOOH thank you so much for the ask!! 😍😍 these ask memes are the best, and so are you for sending thissss 💕

What inspired you to start writing fanfiction?

Oh man it has BEEN a while now!! It took a long time to work up the inspiration/courage to finally try it myself, but I seem to remember it was when I saw other tumblr users ask for prompt requests and write up drabbles for absolutely anything people sent in. So I finally ended up doing the same thing on my old blog myself, requesting drabbles for any of the fandoms I was in, and I fell in LOVE with the practice!! And now I have two 150k+ word fics under my belt that I've written with friends, and boy howdy I love me some exploratory fic writing :3

What’s your favorite aspect of fanfiction to write?

Ooooh this is good. I love building up the folklore. I had a Thorki fic going for a while and my FAVORITE part was introducing all the small details that made the world feel organic. This character was now seamlessly physically genderfluid because their magic made it so. That character does witchy shit, drawing sigils and crushing the hanging plants into paste for spells. I find a lot of magic to be very flashy, but mannn for me it's gotta be the subtle, organic, under the radar stuff between important moments that just build the whole world up. This probably wasn't what the question was actually asking but EH IT'S WHAT IM RUNNIN WITH 😬

What’s the best or/and worst piece of writing advice you’ve ever received?

Ok so I know I'm insanely far from being a professional quality writer. But I have a damn good hold on plot structure/breakdown, and even if I can't always emulate it flawlessly, I know how to get a point across. But there was someone I used to write with, whose quality of writing wasn't the greatest for several reasons, and they would ask me consistently if their writing was good. And because the friendship was less than healthy, I didn't ever feel comfortable giving genuine constructive criticism to help them improve. In comparison, I think I had asked them once what my writing was lacking and how it could improve. And they fucking LAUNCHED into it, ripping on how my dialogue was unrealistic and really needed work, etc etc. And bruh I work HARD at my shit. I spend almost every free hour researching SOMETHING about writing analysis, or plot, or narrative, tools, anything. I know I still have an insanely long way to go before I'm considered anywhere near professional, but lmao they were NOT one to talk, and it was just insulting tbh. Like I can take criticism no problem, but at least know wtf you're talking about before you MansplainTM me some shit, you know? Anyway that absolutely sticks out in my mind as worst lmao. For best writing advice, though, man I find a LOT of good shit on here that I stash in my writing reference and writing positivity tags. The most recent ones would be "keep your focus on what you find fun and makes you happy," "you don't have to be published to be a writer, you just have to write," "don't focus so much on the formula of plot structure, focus on what's realistic for your story." Those are what's coming to mind as best, and honestly? Hell yeah, let the fun drive this shitshow!! 🎉