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forsaken-headcanons · 17 hours ago

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How good i think all the forsaken people's would be at cooking!(not including upcoming characters)

Survivors:

Elliot- His pizza is GODLY. Like the pizza in cartoons, all melty and real and oml that pizza is PEAK!! However, it's all he can cook.

Chance- They try, but.. little rich boy who likely had chefs cook for them, so.. safe to say he can't cook. (That, or option B, either chances food is GODLY or shit, it'd be a gamble!)

Twotime- They are GREAT at cooking, the only downside is how they get when given a knife. So, usually whenever they cook someone else handles the cutting aspect! But they are amazing at cooking besides that.

Guest1337- He used to survive off the bare minimum during war, he can cook but it's not exactly.. flavorful... he's trying but it tastes like nothing.

007n7- Hes a good cook! Has a wide variety of things he can cook, too! Think about the amount of food jobs hes probably had- also, fast food costs alot, and he can't let c00lkid starve! His experience as a dad makes him a terrific chef, even if the survivors tend to forget.

Shedletsky- He can't cook.

Dusekkar- OK, so i feel like he'd be a decent cook? Just in his freetime, hes never actually needed to cook and just doesn't it for fun, so it's not like. GODLY or anything, it's just average.

Taph- Pls dont let them cook. They can season food, but do NOT let taph cook for the love of spawn, PLEASE...

Noob- Cant cook, but great at baking! She liked baking things for g666 back before being forsaken, so he's a really good baker and tends to make dessert for the survivors.

Builderman- Average, but rarely adds seasoning- more flavor then guest1337, but not by much.

Killers:

1x- ONE EGGS ONE EGGS ONE EG- ok but in all seriousness, they'd be a good cook. She wanted to be better then his creator at SOMETHING, so.. top teir food.

C00lkidd- He can make pancakes! That.. that's it. Dude he's 10. Also, the only reason he can make pancakes is because when he was around 6, 007n7 was making breakfast and c00lkidd wanted to help- they ended up making pancakes alllll day, breakfast lunch and dinner. C00lkidd was so proud of himself, and it's a core memory.

Jason- Doesnt cook often, but hes average at it. The one cooking whenever 1x is too lazy or just did a round, he enjoys cooking and is trying to get better at it.

John doe- Before being corrupted, he was a decent cook. But. He's a feral animal now, literally has a spike as an arm.. don't let him anywhere near the kitchen. </3

(First time sending an ask here, if this list has already been done or I forgot someone pls don't throw tomatoes at me/hj also off topic but I'm SO FUCKING MAD that I didn't get a refund on elliot after he became free, pmo[ill get over it in like a week but still])

Shedletsky not being able to cook is amazing to me, same with Taph not being allowed into the kitchen. Those two would somehow find a way to blow up water./silly Welcome to the blog! We're glad you're here. :)

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loojii · 21 hours ago

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Hi there! Hope you are doing well 😊 I was curious about your TWST oc Amari( I hope that's the right one because I get mixed up sometimes) and how she and Leona are romantically. Like is there frequent arguing but also small moments of love or affection? Just curious 🤔

Leona respects women too much to argue with them 😤

No but - I know the dude is fake but whenever I see fanfics where he is mean to women for an enemies to lovers trope (which is a delightful trope don’t get me wrong) it irks me. I try to make my depiction of the characters as much in character as possible and try to come up with a bae that I think would work with them (god I need more hobbies).

As for Leona and Amari I think she’s more aggressive and irritated but Leona is a nice guy (to her). She thinks he’s lazy but discovers their view on ruling is the same and they respect one another. Friends first, lovers later. As for their romantic dynamic: (aka things I want to incorporate in my silly drawings in the future)

* Hes possessive and overprotective, which irritates her but she also secretly likes it

* I think he’d be clingy, overly loving in a lazy way. Change my mind 🤨☕️

* He spoils her with expensive gifts (perfume, lingerie, jewelry) which she also claims to not need but then wears with pride

* married couple-like arguments (complaining he didn’t do the dishes yet, complaining she organized the kitchen again and he can’t find shit etc)

* more baby yaaaayy!! I love the cub ok he’s probably my favorite character to draw right now I love babies I want to draw more dad Leona leave me alone

For me it feels really weird to write these things out, I’m really more of an artist. I don’t know if people would like more of these things or rather wait for a comic (which obviously takes more time). Let me know if you guys want more written out ideas for these silly characters :0 I don’t like to take them too serious, they’re mostly meant to be humorous ~

#ask #twst oc #amari

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drewsctover · 3 days ago

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but daddy i love him.

"he would burn the world just to keep you by his side — even if it meant losing himself."

summary: they tore you away from him, but not even time could heal the wound. now that he has you back, broken and desperate, he’s willing to risk everything — even your love — just to keep you.

wc: 2,5k

warnings: 18+ MDNI, miscommunication, emotional manipulation, kidnapping, non-consensual drugging (chloroform implied), dubcon and attempted noncon (but stopped), heavy angst, toxic love, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamics, mutual codependency, possessive!rafe, unstable!rafe, lovesick!rafe, hurt/comfort, mutual codependency, toxic but deeply loving relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms, trauma bonding, manipulation by third party, abandonment issues, desperate love, guilt-tripping, emotional blackmail, reader experiences fear but also love, morally gray characters, "he’s crazy but he loves her", obsession mistaken for love, they love each other, fluffy ending, heartfelt confessions, reconciliation, healing journey, they’re toxic but they’re soulmates.

authors note. ok so. i got super annoyed while reading devil’s night because like??? they don’t know how to TALK like normal people lmao. they just solve everything with sex lol (i love it but it also drove me crazy sometimes). so i wanted to write something closer to how i imagined it could go. this is my first time writing something actually dark and heavy...?? so i hope you like it 😝. also pls forgive any mistakes, english isn’t my first language!

the relationship with rafe was never easy. no — he never raised a hand against you, never uttered cruel words. but there was, in him, an overwhelming passion, an intense attachment that sometimes made love overflow the borders of what was light and calm. and your parents... oh, your parents never understood him. no matter how many times you said, with your eyes shining with faith, that he was the love of your life, the companion you had chosen for all the days yet to come.

you loved him, truly.

“babe, i’m going to my friend’s house,” you said, your voice soft, almost playful, as you packed your purse with a smile on your face. you, sarah, kie, cleo, and sofia had planned to spend the day together — shopping, relaxing at the spa, those kinds of things.

“today?” rafe asked, his tone laden with an almost imperceptible sadness, as he hugged you from behind, kissing your neck and shoulder. “we had planned a movie night, angel...”

yes, you two had planned.

but the week before, he had said it was fine, that you could leave it for another day, that you had every right to go out with your friends and have some fun.

“i know, babe. but you said we could leave it for another day, remember?” you replied lightly, trying to mask the growing warmth inside you, as he scattered kisses on your neck and shoulder, almost as if he wanted to take you right there, in that moment.

rafe let out a sigh, slowly pulling away. you immediately turned around, and your eyes met his sad expression.

“i just... i’m not feeling well,” he said, his voice soft, almost tired. “i wanted to spend the day with you.”

jesus christ…

rafe knew exactly how to stir you, how to use the right words, that gaze full of intensity. he knew you loved him, and that was enough for him to manipulate you.

you smiled tenderly, your heart tight with love. you hugged him back, kissing his temple in a gesture full of silent promises. you ended up staying. you nestled on the couch, picked an easy-going movie, and laughed together. later, rafe fucked you, as if the whole world could fit between his arms and you.

you stayed there, that day, and on others. but there was one day — just one — when you couldn’t stay.

your father showed up at tannyhill, after rafe had taken you to spend a week with him, pretending you were already married. he grabbed you forcefully and pulled you away from rafe, not even giving you time to say goodbye.

you wanted to stay.

you loved him too much to let him go.

“i’m tired of this! this boy is not for you!” your father shouted, while you, with tears in your eyes, looked at rafe through the car’s rearview mirror. his blue eyes, wide, growing more and more distant.

“don’t leave me, please!” rafe shouted, his voice desperate, muffled by the distance. “don’t leave me, i love you! i love you!”

you turned your face, feeling your heart shatter.

the car kept moving away, but you were calm. you would talk to your father, convince him that rafe was good, and see him again tomorrow.

but that never happened.

when you arrived at your father’s house in charleston, you found out that you wouldn’t be going back to outer banks. now, you would live with him, in charleston, away from rafe.

“but, daddy, i love him,” you said, your voice choked with tears, your heart crushed inside your chest.

“his love is dangerous. one day you’ll understand why i did this, darling.”

a year had passed, and you still didn’t understand.

today was your birthday. you were back in outer banks, living at your mother’s house. the air, the beach’s warmth, the memories of everything you had lived there... everything was imbued with a longing that seemed to grow heavier each day. you spent the night with your friends, amidst laughter and a little alcohol, but the feeling of emptiness still followed you. they tried to convince you to let them walk you home, but you insisted, saying you were fine, that you could walk alone to your mother’s house.

despite their protests, they eventually agreed. they were happy too, maybe even a little careless.

when you finally reached the door, your steps heavy from the night, you felt a light touch at the back of your neck. before you could react, a soft yet firm cloth was pressed against your lips and nose. your heart raced, and in an instant, the world went dark.

when you woke up, the first thing you felt was confusion. your head throbbed, and your body was heavily pinned down by something... or someone.

a familiar warmth surrounded you, but fear came along with the sensation of being completely out of control.

your eyes slowly adjusted, and that’s when you saw him. rafe. he was there, above you, his blue eyes locked onto yours, with an expression that — though loaded with something you couldn’t quite identify — also seemed... sad.

what had happened to the man you loved?

why did he do this?

"happy birthday, love," his voice came, faint and fragile — almost a whisper — as if even his words no longer had the strength to reach the real world.

the weight of his body over yours was both gentle and crushing. it was as if he was battling some inner turmoil you could no longer decipher. rafe held your wrist with a delicate touch, like someone afraid to break what they most cherished, and yet, his presence was overwhelming, inescapable.

"i never wanted it to be like this," he murmured, his sigh barely a breath against the silence. "but you left me no choice."

those words... they rang through you like a bitter echo, a cruel reminder of how everything between you had shifted. how the lines between what you once were and what you had now become had blurred into something broken, unreachable.

that unbearable ache of wanting to love him still, yet not knowing how anymore — the yearning to pull him back into your arms, even knowing it was no longer healthy, no longer safe. you tried to move, but your chest tightened with the effort.

the tension, the suffocated desire, the sorrow... everything melted into something nameless and unrecognizable. was it still love you felt? or merely a haunting nostalgia for a happiness that had long since crumbled away?

tenderly, almost reverently, rafe brushed his fingers along your cheek — like someone touching a fragile, sacred thing on the verge of shattering. the sorrow in his blue eyes unraveled you, and without meaning to, a single tear slipped down your face.

"why didn’t you miss me?" he whispered, and the raw anguish in his voice crushed something deep inside you. "i missed you every single day... since the day your father tore you away from me."

what?

you felt his fingers glide down your arms with a softness so terrifying it nearly broke you — touching your skin with a gentleness that seemed designed to completely disarm you. when he lifted your pink dress up to your waist, the motion was so cold, so deliberate, that you couldn’t suppress the shiver that raced down your spine.

his eyes locked onto your white lace lingerie, and the look he gave you was merciless — as if he were observing something that already belonged to him, something that was no longer yours.

a small smile curved his lips, a bitter, possessive amusement mingling with the hunger in his gaze. he let out a low chuckle, almost as if laughing at some unspoken truth.

"you knew i would find you, didn’t you? is that why you’re wearing my favorite?"

the war inside you was overwhelming. you were terrified — and yet, somewhere deep inside, a forbidden heat stirred within you, burning fiercely, irrationally. a desire that should not exist, that had no place in this moment. it was madness. he was out of control. you knew that — but still, your body couldn’t help but respond to the storm he stirred within you.

he positioned himself between your thighs, the sheer weight of his presence consuming every fragment of air around you.

you were lost. confused. desperate. and yet... somewhere inside you, a part of you ached for him — a disconcerting, shattering longing. you missed him. you missed what he had been in your life.

“his love is dangerous. one day you’ll understand why i did this, darling.”

your father’s words haunted your mind as rafe leaned down to kiss your cheeks, your jawline.

now you understood.

the danger only made him more irresistible, harder to resist.

yet, you still loved him.

but this wasn’t right. not now.

your panties were already damp. but what you wanted — more than anything — was to hold him. you wanted to kiss him. you wanted to talk. you wanted to understand why he said you hadn’t missed him.

you reached out, wrapping your hand lightly around his wrist — a touch so soft it felt almost like a silent plea. your eyes, glassy with unshed tears, locked onto his, as if somewhere in that look there might still be a chance to save something.

"if it ever gets too much... hold my wrist and tap twice..." he had once told you, breathless, as he buried himself deep inside you, one hand tightening carefully around your throat.

it wasn’t a safeword. you two never had one.

but it was a signal.

a small, fragile gesture — and yet it seemed to be the only thing that could still call him back from wherever he went when he lost himself.

when he felt your two hesitant taps against his wrist, rafe froze.

for a moment, the silence between you screamed louder than any sound.

his chest heaved against yours — heavy, burning, like he was waging a war inside himself. his eyes — so lost, so shattered — found yours.

slowly, he moved off you, pulling your dress back down with a care that broke your heart, as if he were handling something too delicate, too sacred for this broken world you both inhabited.

rafe sat down beside you, burying his face in his trembling hands.

"i... i never wanted to hurt you," he said, his voice broken, frayed by guilt. "i would never do anything you didn’t want," he repeated, over and over, like a tortured prayer.

you dragged yourself slowly toward him, your body still trembling — but your feelings, even more. there was too much love inside you, love that hurt like a blade twisting in your gut.

you wanted to hate him.

you wanted to scream.

but more than anything, you wanted to understand.

"why, rafe?" your voice came out hoarse, shaking. "why do you think i didn’t miss you?"

he let out a bittersweet laugh, running his hands through his hair, making the mess even worse.

"your father..." he began, hesitantly, as if the words themselves were poison on his tongue. "the night he took you away... he called me. he... he said that you thanked god for getting you away from me. said you... you couldn’t stand to be under the same roof with me anymore."

rafe turned his face toward you, and in his eyes, there was only pain, despair, abandonment.

"he said you hated me. that you were relieved to be free of me, too. that all you wanted was distance — that i was just another prison to you."

you felt your heart collapse inside your chest. every word he spoke was a dagger sinking deeper.

"that’s not true, rafe!" you gasped, sitting up to face him, cupping his face between your hands, forcing him to look at you. "that never happened! i never said that! i... i never wanted to be away from you!"

his brow furrowed, confused, wounded like a cornered animal.

"i loved you... i still love you," you whispered, tears now streaming freely down your cheeks. "i was just... scared. i didn’t know how to handle it all. you. everything i felt."

rafe squeezed his eyes shut, as if the pain was too much to bear, and collapsed into your arms, resting his head against your chest.

you felt his body tremble against yours — and only then did you realize: rafe cameron was crying in your arms.

"i thought you had left me," he murmured against your skin. "i thought you hated me."

you ran your fingers gently through his hair, smoothing the messy strands.

"i never hated you, i never wanted to leave you," you said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "never."

for a long time, you stayed there, just holding each other, breathing in sync, allowing yourselves to feel the pain, the fear, the guilt... and the devastating love that still pulsed between you.

rafe lifted his face, his eyes red and heartbreakingly vulnerable.

"will you forgive me?" he whispered.

"only if you promise never to doubt what i feel here," you replied, guiding his hand to your chest, right over your heart. "here, inside."

he pressed his hand over your heart, as if he needed to feel it to believe it — as if that heartbeat was all he needed to keep existing.

"i promise, love," he vowed, his voice rough with emotion.

"rafe..." you began again, your voice thick with feeling. "you have to promise me one more thing."

he nodded immediately, as if your words were law to him.

"promise me you’ll never do that again... that thing... to me," you said, swallowing hard, struggling to find the right words. "the thing where you knocked me out... without me knowing. i was really scared, rafe. i..." the confession made you tremble, new tears springing to your eyes.

rafe looked at you like his entire world was crumbling just from imagining that you had felt fear because of him.

"i promise, love," he said without hesitation, his voice low, almost reverent. "i don’t know what came over me... i was just so scared to talk to you like a normal person and find out that everything your father said was true."

you nodded, and for a moment, both of you sat there, serious, absorbing the weight of that promise.

and then, out of nowhere, a laugh escaped your lips — nervous, light, real.

rafe blinked, confused at first, but when he saw your smile breaking through the tears, he laughed too — a rough, beautiful sound that made your chest ache with relief.

you slapped his chest lightly, with no real force. "you idiot," you said through your laughter, sniffling. "you almost gave me a heart attack!"

rafe laughed harder, pulling you into his lap, squeezing your hips like he never wanted to let you go again.

"i would never do anything you didn’t want, love," he murmured against your ear, his voice still thick with emotion but now full of tenderness. "never. i just... i got lost without you."

you curled up against his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart against yours.

"we’re both a little lost, aren’t we?" you whispered, offering a small smile.

"then let’s get lost together," rafe answered, kissing your temple with a desperate, aching tenderness.

and there, in the middle of the wreckage that was the two of you, you found something precious: the certainty that, no matter how twisted the road, you would always find each other in the end.

together.

always together.

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thefallenangel2008 · 3 days ago

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Hello ladies, gents, and everything else! This is the very first episode of: This song fits this character and why! With your host: Me!

Ok, let's get to business. I'm gonna talk about how "Harpy Hare" fits Stanley Pines because I want to make an animatic with this but my motivation and skills are non-existent. Also I love finding connections with my favorite songs and my favorite characters (I'm delusional). This is certainly not because I want to convince someone to make a GF animatic with "Harpy Hare", that'd be- that'd be crazyyyyy, haha...

Now to our point! Let's get started (it's not all of the lyrics since many of them are repeated, but yk). :)

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?

Tell me, so I say

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?

Tell me, so I say

The first lyrics. So, hares hide their young away as not to attract predators and to keep them safe. This could be a metaphor to Stan hiding the truth away from Mabel and Dipper so that they don't get hurt. The refusal after "tell me so I say" could be Stan refusing to tell the truth as to protect the kids and himself.

All the arrows that you've stolen

Split in half, now bum and broken

Like your heart that was so eager to be hid

This could be referring to all the hardships Stan has faced that made him the way he is. Homelessness, guilt, guilt for everything. Did you know that Stan's golden necklace is a metaphor to his "heart of gold"? If I'm right we see him only wear it when he's not doing the Mr Mystery act. Maybe he's wearing it from underneath his suit or is just not wearing it at all because people can't see. They can't see the real him. His heart is quite literally eager to be hid.

You can't keep them all caged

They will fight and run away

Mother, tell me, so I say (la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)

The magic 8 ball incident on the first day. They will fight and will run away, or at least they would have if the ball hadn't said no.

Forest walls and starry ceilings

Barren curtains that you're weaving

Like the stories that you keep inside your head

Stan lying to the kids, and not just to the kids, to everyone. To himself. Stan keeps everything to himself. He doesn't share, he won't share. He'll just keep making bigger walls. Or, weave barren curtains. Whenever I hear this bit I just remember the Dreamscapers episode because they were inside Stan's head.

She can't keep them all safe

They will die and be afraid

Mother, tell me, so I say (mother, tell me, so I say)

This is Stan knowing that he can't keep the act up for long. Not to the kids. That if he doesn't tell them the truth sooner or later, something bad will happen to the twins and he honestly can't bear that.

She can't keep them all caged

They'll be far and fly away

Mother, tell me you will stay

We'll be far and fly away

This is Stan being unable to control Mabel and Dipper. To protect them. Because they're young, and curious, and stupid, and stubborn, and he was once like them too. They'll be far away from him, all because he has lied so many times, to the world and to himself, that he doesn't know how to tell the truth.

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @babyblankyerror Hope I'm not bothering either of you, I just felt like I shouldn't not tag you.🙏

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di-42 · 1 day ago

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Yet again I have only been able to read WIPs and short fictions this month, but the quality of the wonderful stories I was lucky enough to read more than made up for it!

Shootout to the good omens after dark community on reddit, through which I found quite a few of the fics on this list! You are the best!

As always, I'll tag the writers whose tumblr username I know. As always if you want your fic removed from this list, or know a writer who wants their fic removed, please let me know.

I hope you enjoy these incredible stories as much as I did, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't judge a fiction by the number of kudos, you're better than that (and you'd miss on amazing little gems!)

But now let me tell you about the things I loved about

April's Astounding Fictions

WIPs:

Courage (A Reverse Trope Story), by @spectrallydistracted, rated E, chapters 4/7.

Enemies to lovers, human AU, Crowley's POV. This fiction is sooooo good! Each chapter makes you feel all the feels. Crowley and Aziraphale hate each other (of course they do!), but love their friends, which is why they find themselves on a holiday together. This story is funny, deep, the right amount of angsty, relieving, liberating. And that's just in the first four chapters. All. The. Feels.

Is There A Version? By @lookingatacupoftea, rated M, chapters 19/25

This season 3 fiction was well worth the wait. It's one of the best I've ever read, and the closest to my headcanon. Amazingly well built and engaging plot, subtle humour, lots of pop culture references, delicious pining without all the anger and the angst, and a plot twist that I've never seen anywhere yet. Please please please, read it!

Scorn And The Saint-Maker, by beardo @e-rated-beardo, rated E, chapters 37/?

This fiction is so incredibly good it'll blow your mind away. A mystery within a mystery. The plot is intercepted and clever: you'll need to know what's going on. The chemistry between Anthony and Angel is otherworldly (I didn't choose that adjective randomly). The smut is aaahhh gaaaa ohmygod, delicious. And the writing style. Honestly, I would like to find words to describe it better and in detail, but the word that keeps coming to my mind is just beautiful. Beautiful. Well, and touching, and deep, and amazing... But you get what I mean. Beautiful.

Complete fictions:

Mutual Aid, by malicegeres, rated T, 17k.

Oh, I can't even begin to tell you how much I loved this fiction. Brought me back home, to my chosen family, to when another world was possible (if only). Human AU. Crowley is a militant anarchist, Aziraphale is the owner of a radical bookshop. Tenderness, humour, learning to trust, fighting against injustice, this fiction has it all. I finished reading this fiction on the anniversary of a special day for my home country, a day the memory of which we are at high risk of losing, and I guess this also added to my love and gratefulness for it. We need more fics like this one.

Curse Of Attraction, by SazzyLJ, rated E,10k.

Some members of Anathema’s family want to punish Aziraphale for refusing to restore Agnes’s book. The punishment is making him irresistibly attractive to anyone he comes across. I loved this story full of sweetness, great humour and spot on characterisation! It's a treat!

Whickber Uni's Lonely Heart Club, by @ineffabildaddy, rated E, 21k.

Lovely human, college, enemies to lovers AU. Aziraphale and Crowley are co-president of Whickber Uni's Book Club. They hardly tolerate each other. They are organising a valentine's social event for the club. Need I add more? I loved this version of our ineffables, their strengths and vulnerabilities are so in character and yet so relatable, their humour and banter are great, and they're just so adorable!

My own fiction, Deluded, rated M, 27k.

Human AU rated M for Misunderstandings and Miscommunication (yeah, ok, and mature). Crowley agrees to go on a blind date with Aziraphale, but he doesn't really do dates. He tells as much to Aziraphale and leav... lea... leeeeeeavmmm... Stays. I started off lighthearted, added a pinch of angst, skipped the smut, clumsily attempted some humour, and landed safely on fluff. These are literally the five themes of the five chapters.

One-shots:

In His Demon’s Arms, by graywings @smua70 rated T, 633 words.

Lovely reverse Omens scene, set in the Garden of Eden. Sweet, brief, and powerful. In any possible universe, they belong together.

Demon Summoning Is More Fun With Friends, by @little-mx-sunflower, rated G, 7k.

Mostly outsider’s POV, this story was so much fun to read. Crowley gets summoned, and Aziraphale goes with him. They have fun with the summoners. Light-hearted fic, but with a deep, unshakable sense of connection between our Ineffables, I loved it.

Get Humans Wet And Staring Into Each Other’s Eyes, by @waitingtobebroken , rated T, 2k.

Human AU. Hilarious Crowley's POV stream of consciousness. Aziraphale is there for the ride (in every sense, it would seem).

The First One That's Right, by DoonaRose, rated T, 2k

Sweet account of our Ineffable ‘doing it again’. Lovely.

A Day For Magic, by @createserenity rated E, 3k.

I loved the vibes of this fic so much! It's sweet and lovely, with great characterisation. The loving banter and the clear affection between our Ineffables paint a heartwarming picture of how things could be once they are safe from heaven and hell.

Poems:

Begin Anew, by @firstvisittoearth , rated T.

A reunion poem that will give you goosebumps. I can only hope that their canon reunion gives us the beautiful emotions this poem evocates.

Ode To An Angel’s Pajamas (NOT by a tipsy demon), by AlwaysBeMyBaby @alwaysbemybae with art by OneDapperCat, rated G.

Lovely Crowley's POV poem. Warm and Light-hearted, but the deep love and fondness our demon feels for his beloved angel shows. Great artwork depicting Aziraphale sporting different kinds of pyjamas!

March 25's list here.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #good omens poems #good omens poetry #good omens fic rec #good omens Fanfiction rec #good omens ao3 #good omens fiction rec #human au #post season 2 #great fics #please leave kudos and comments when you like a fic

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jollyhunter · 2 days ago

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This feedback of you @lamentationsofalonelypotato, still makes me so happy 🥰😭 And my senile (you'll see once you crack the 30s) brain made me think I had reacted to this weeks ago.

Apparently it was all in my head.

OH LOOK OVER THERE *throws red herring*

Okay, okay, enough with the peep show - eyes on me now - back to business. 🤨

First I just want to say the "It's Ok. Writers Should Be Strange" is the best thing that I've seen this week and it is SO true.

ME TOO. I was looking for fitting quotes for the writer's block but when I stumbled across this one, it just spoke to me on a deeper level and I just had to add it.

Secondly… Thank you so much for tagging me in this, because it is LOVELY! I definitely needed Dean to help talk me through my writer's block and cheer me up 😭🥰 Thank you for your service- for literally writing this for all the writer girlies with imposter syndrome and writer's block who needed this today 🫡

In my head this quote fitted better lmao. I am happy it managed to cheer you up!! 🥰 It sure helped me writing it haha. Guess all those 'write what's on your mind' advices aren't too bad.

This is just a little thing, but whenever someone includes the word "audacity" in a fic I fall in love with them so congratulations 💐

LMAO I love the word as well. Funny thing is, I used to think it has something to do with sound because I only knew the word from the sound program 'Audacity' (like 10 years ago). Also the reason why I'd pronounce it as 'Auda-city' , 'cuz audio, right? 🤣😭

Yep. This is it. The travesty of writer's block- having it all in your head and not being able to actually put any of it to paper. And the writer's block (for me) only worsens when the frustration builds and builds being unable to write anything down. It's just (throws chair through window) just (starts aggressively peeling potatoes) just (eye twitching) just (slams on the keys) so annoying lol 😒

NOW YOU'RE KILLING ME 🤣 love how we're going from 'throwing a chair through the window' to something passive aggressive as 'slamming on the keys' 🤣 SO TRUE THO!

Also the "constipation" jokes are beautiful lol- I'm pretty sure that's the first time anyone has ever said that about constipation in general, but I am without shame 🤣 LMAO

Glad the joke worked, because I was hesitant about using the word in this context. LOL

I'm also not sure if i've told you this before, but I really like the way you write dialogue. In this it was a perfect combination of flirting and banter and it was just chef's kiss. It all seemed really realistic and I absolutely loved it!

No one has ever told me this before 🥺 - you're making cry over here 😭😭😭 Thank you so much!!! Writing dialogue's always been a bit daunting to me, mainly because I'm afraid I won't get the character's speaking style / accents correct, so hearing this means so much to me! 🧡

BUT OH MY WORD! I loved this one! The idea of writer's block being a "curse" was so imaginative and honestly just what I needed to make me feel better about my current writer's block curse 🤣😭 And also made me want Dean to waltz in to relieve some of that frustration 👀

You're very welcome 🧡 and oh yes, Dean would need to take his time in order to rid us of all that frustration 🤭

⋆ ˚｡⋆ PAIRING Dean Winchester x Writer!Reader [Early seasons vibe]

WARNINGS None! No use of Y/N. English isn't my native language.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SUMMARY You're in your favourite diner; Got your coffee, breakfast, laptop in front of you. It's the perfect time to write. If it wasn't for the writer's block that's holding you in a chokehold. Oh, and the guy who has decided to join you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ WORDS ~2k

⋆ ˚｡⋆ J/NOTES This silly little thing's dedicated to all my moots who’ve fallen victim to the writer’s curse just like me. I feel you. We can do this!! We can break the curse!!! 🫂

"Doesn’t suit you." A playful voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"..Huh?" You look up just in time to see a well-worn leather jacket brush past your shoulder.

The booth seat across from you is being filled as a stranger slides in. A plate in one hand and a spoon in the other. Your eyebrows rise, and for a moment you debate whether to tell him the seat is taken.

But the guy doesn’t seem to notice your thoughts. He’s busy ogling his food, humming a curious ‘hm’, and then shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. All the while he continues to mutter, his words now half muffled, "That thing you’re doing to your face."

You blink at him.

He puffs his cheeks, and green eyes travel up to meet yours for the first time, "Makes you look like the Grinch." His lips quirk into a smirk.

What? The audacity.

You stare at him with a deadpan. "Thanks for the compliment." He continues to chew, the flakes crunching. Accompanied by a content hum. Well, at least someone’s enjoying their breakfast.

"Just sayin’." He purses his lips before he eats another spoon, his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk’s and an eyebrow arched. "What’s up with the face, sweetheart?"

"Uh," - is all you can manage at the moment. Too distracted by the way he's guzzling his yoghurt like a starved caveman. All eyes fluttered closed and nodding to himself like he's thinking ‘Finally, some good fucking food’.

He swallows. Tongue darts out to swipe a white dribble off his upper lip. When his eyes suddenly snap open, you avert yours in record time.

Your gaze's now fixed to the edge of the table, as if it’s the most interesting thing in the room. Left and right of it an elbow each. Of course you had to drop your gaze right between his arms. Well, this is awkward.

"You working on somethin'?" He suddenly asks, and you startle like a deer.

Your lips part - ready to form an answer - when you watch him splotching your notebook in slow-motion.

Your eyebrows twitch in irritation. You dart out a hand, just managing to pull your papers back before another dribble of his slobber taints your notes.

"Dude, please, you’re eating like a barn animal," you comment under your breath, face scrunched up as you wipe the stain off your paperback. Way to lose ones charm.

"But a handsome one," he quickly retorts. And stuffs another spoon into his wide grin, swallows and jerks his chin at your laptop. "So?"

Okay, fine. Maybe he still does have charm.

Your eyes follow his gaze down to the screen facing your way.

"I’m writing," you reply flatly, trying to hold his curious gaze as you tuck your papers safely under your forearms.

His expression flashes into a surprised one. Probably more at your tone than the answer itself.

Granted, the words 'I'm writing' should have come out enthusiastic. They at least used to. But that was before you’d been staring at a white screen for what felt like weeks.

"Uh-huh," he mumbles, the sound muffled as he keeps shovelling the muesli down his hatch. "Can I see?"

"W-what?"

How- how dare he? Only an uncultivated potato would ask that. This is like the biggest No-No. One does not simply ask a writer to look at their unfinished work. You don't stare at a painter when he's still painting. That's like asking someone to strip naked. And then have them bend over.

Let’s ignore the fact that there’s not a single written word to be ashamed of. Because there’s literally not a single written word in your doc.

"No." The answer probably came faster and more obvious of your inner panic than it should have, because to him it clearly translated to; 'Oh? Then I‘ll see it all the more.'

"Aw, c‘mon." His teasing grin spreads, the spoon tipped against his lower lip, "I won‘t judge." Damn it, why does he look kinda adorable?

Before you can react, the guy clamps the spoon between his lips, reaches over the table with his free hand and tilts your laptops screen back down.

"Hey!" you smack his hand away but it‘s too late - his grin just grows and he chuckles.

"Writing, huh? You mean you’ve been staring at a white wall. Here I thought you were writing some spicy stuff about me. What’s all the fuzz about?"

"I- I'm just... I'm still thinking..." you mutter and avoid his gaze behind a hand, trying to cover up the slight tint of embarrassment that’s crept onto your face. "I've got it all in my head, though." You try to back up your answer. He tilts his head back with a chuckle.

"All in your head, huh? For how long this been going?" he quips, lips twitching amused.

"Well, uh-" you begin, then clear your throat with an awkward rub of your neck, "A few days... or... weeks... maybe..." Your voice lowers more with every word until it's reduced to a sheepish whisper.

"Damn, that sucks." he huffs.

"Yeah," you admit with a heavy sigh, "It does."

For a moment you just share a look. His green eyes watch you closely. Calm and curious. But without ever being obtrusive. More like he's trying to get a read on you, like he's patiently waiting, allowing you to open up and reveal more.

And for some reason you find yourself to do just that.

"It's so frustrating, you know?" You begin and slump back in your seat. But he holds your gaze, the entire time and nods subtly, silently telling you to go on. "Like I've got all the ideas in my mind. I can see the scenes play out, can hear the characters talk. But the same moment I try to write it down, it all just-" you break off with a huff, gesturing a 'poof' with your hand.

After a moment, you add another frustrated sigh. "Honestly? Feels like the damn pipeline between my brain and hand's constipated." His eyebrows shoot up at that description.

"You’re an odd one," he laughs and sets the emptied plate down, "I like it."

"Pfff - look who’s talking. Mister 'handsome barn animal'." You jab and can’t help the chuckle. He smirks satisfied at your reaction, tugs at his leather jacket and winks at you.

You roll your eyes with a wide smile.

"What's your name?" You ask curiously.

"Dean," he answers simply. Then leans forward to rest on his forearms, "And you, sweetheart?" Your ears flush when he comes closer and you suddenly become very much aware of the effect his intense gaze has on you.

"I- uh, I'm -" you introduce yourself with your name and he repeats it with a smile, like he's committing it to his memory.

There's a moment of silence again and you don't quite know what to do or say - luckily he seems to have picked up on your inner distress.

"So," he begins, his face suddenly taking an air of - what was it? Business-like? Professional? You couldn't quite tell. "Back to your constipation."

"Yeah? What about it? You interested in my constipation?" You return the question, trying to imitate his new tone.

"Y-yeah," He tries to stay serious, but you both have to bite back a chuckle. "I am, actually."

"What about it?"

"This may sound stupid, but..." He mutters and rubs his forehead like he knows the question that'll follow isn't formulated very well, "Can’t you just, write? You know, like will it through?"

"No- That’s not how it works... it’s - it’s not that damn easy- it's - you don’t understand… It's not that I don't want to. I - I just - ugh-" You groan, face dropped to your hands.

You take a deep breath. The frustration of the past weeks threatening to break down on you again. Your eyes begin to sting and you screw them up in an effort to keep yourself from having a full on breakdown in front of a stranger. In a full diner no less.

"Hey, it’s okay, I believe you." he says with a lower voice now, the flirty attitude gone. The sudden change in his tone and his last words catches you off guard.

Your eyebrows pull together and you lift your head just enough to meet his gaze over the edge of your screen.

The air gets caught in your throat when you notice how close he is. He’s leaned across the table, emerald glinting pools searching your face for a trace of an escaped tear. His hand twitches but he puts it back down before it brushes yours.

"Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s not your fault, ‘kay?" He murmurs. Almost like he’s sharing a secret with you.

"What? What are you talking about..?" And your voice drops to an equally low level to match his.

"You’re doing great, sweetheart. Trust me." He reassures you but avoids your question with another cheeky smile.

Although this one seems different. Genuine. And soft at the corners.

Unfortunately you don't even get to fully take it in when he's suddenly up on his feet. His eyes dart around the diner before they return to you, a hand raised to ruffle through his dark blond hair.

"I gotta go," he mutters, his attention suddenly drawn down to his empty plate, "Ah - Could you pay for that? You're a real sweetheart."

"..What?"

He doesn't wait for your answer as he slides out of the booth and rounds the table. When he's next to you, he stops for a moment and leans in.

"Oh and - Don't do anything stupid, okay?" He whispers. Then straightens his back again, throws you a flirty wink and a wave of his hand while he bounces off with a casual, "See ya~"

"Uh-" your gaze follows him, perplexed, before you echo his words under your breath, "Yeah... see ya."

You kinda hoped you would.

Wait- why would you do something stupid?

The diner door jingles when Dean steps outside. After a glance left and right, he walks towards a taller guy. He looks not much younger than him, but longer brown hair frames his face, his focus on the papers in his hands.

When their eyes meet, Dean jerks his chin at him and he follows him round the corner and out of sight of the diner.

"And? You got a lead?" He asks hopefully.

"Yep." - He pops the ‘p’ - "Looks like it's our lucky day, Sammy. I think we've got our patient zero." Dean takes charge and heads over to a black Chevy, his hands fidgeting in his pants pockets for the car key.

His bow legs bounce off the concrete floor while Sam follows him with long strides.

"You think it's a deal gone wrong? Or maybe some sort of black magic that backfired?" Sam thinks out loud as he flips through the journal in his hand.

"I don't know man. She seemed pretty clueless to me. Maybe Bobby was right, and it is a curse." The car lock clicks and the trunk flings open.

He pulls out a shotgun and props it up against the lid before he starts rifling through the various contents. "I don't even know what I'm looking for." He sighs.

Sam rubs his temple with equal frustration, "Great. How the hell do we get rid of a writer’s curse?"

"Beats me." Dean huffs, then tosses a set of wooden stakes aside and leans back to run a hand through his hair, "Maybe we should call Bobby again…" - he turns to flash a boyish grin at his brother - "...and then check her out some more?"

Sam groans, "Dude, can you not think with your dick, for two seconds please?"

"What? She’s cute. Plus, she’s got that whole ‘tormented soul’ vibe."

"Seriously? Chances are, that she’s the cause for all of this crazy crap that’s going on this city."

Dean’s smirk doesn’t falter. Instead he shrugs his shoulders unperturbed, "Let’s pay her a visit tonight. If she turns out to be a witch, we just gank ‘er."

"Dean," Sam scoffs and drags a hand down his face, "I know that look." Dean wiggles his eyebrows.

Sam shakes his head, followed by an incredulous chuckle, "Come on, man, you know you can’t charm your way into her pants. She's clearly not the type for a quick fling. And you’re not exactly Shakespeare."

Dean gets the shotgun out from under the lid and throws it back into the boot. "Oh Sammy, you've still got to learn a lot about women," he says, slamming it shut.

Sam rolls his eyes when his older brother turns to pat him on the shoulder, before he takes off to round the Impala. He pulls the driver's door open while Sam does the same on the opposite side.

"Mark my words, Sammy." He laughs and points a finger gun at him across the roof. "Every girl likes it dirty. Some just don’t show it."

If you reblog, I demand at least one gif of Dean that fits the last line. Cuz I couldn't find the one I was looking for and I want to wake up to many many flirty Dean gifs 😂

Dean Tag List

@aylacavebear @jc-winchester @ambiguous-avery @bettystonewell @lyarr24

@ladysparkles78 @v1v1-3 @maddie0101 @champagnepoets @livya99

@salemslostwitch @supernotnatural2005 @lamentationsofalonelypotato (I'm tagging you for this because our talk partially motivated me to write this ♡ and to post it even though I hate it lmao 😂)

#lovely moots 💕#lamentationsofalonelypotato

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barmadumet · 2 days ago

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I did it. I went.

That’s me all the way in the back center; there was only nine of us, and that was nice. It was what I needed.

Bulleting my thoughts in this post really helped, and I appreciate everyone who offered insight 🥹 That also helped very much 🫂♥️

One thing in particular that really stuck with me was the suggestion to go in with a positive mindset. Yesss. I was worried about all these negative things that had the potential to trigger. So, I thought about what might make the experience more positive, and I remembered I had heard there were some theatres that had seats that vibrated to sound, and I thought that might make it more fun and different - and really put my focus on the movie and not allow for my brain to overwork.

Having that idea on the pros list, I was still thinking a lot about whether or not I wanted company, and when my husband told me he would be out of town for the first half of the week, my first thought was, “I can go see ROTS one night while he’s gone.” and it became apparent to me that this was something I wanted to do on my own.

So, I looked up showtimes, and discovered I would have to take off a couple of hours of work one afternoon in order to get the seat-vibrating experience… SOLD! Ditching work makes for a very positive approach 😂

And overall, it was indeed a positive experience 🥹

I was nervous going in. And I got really overwhelmed once the lights went out, and by the time the 20th Century logo appeared, I was crying lol. But then, I was ok! I was surprised how okay I was! (with the exception of having to go the bathroom twice 😫 I don’t have the same bladder I had 20 years ago)

Over the years, it has not been often that I’ve given this movie my undivided attention from start to finish, despite the DVD playing constantly. It was amazing to do that, and I was sucked in, just so invested in THEM - the characters that I love so dearly. I also thought about all the media I’ve consumed over the last 20 years that tied into this film so beautifully - the gap-filling novels, comics, and even fic! I also thought about some of the profound posts I’ve seen here over the years with exceptional character analyses and thought-provoking theories. All of these things made this theatre watch even more enjoyable than the first one; it was basically the coveted extended cut running through my mind simultaneously with the film. It was incredible, and by the time I got to the end, I was overwhelmed for different reasons from the ones when I had begun.

These weren’t the types of memories I expected to come into play, and when Padmé said, “There’s good in him,” I did think about that epiphany I had back when, but only in the aspect that I was SO unbelievable grateful for where my life is now, even taking all the recent hardships into account. Because I’ll always have this. And this has become something much more precious than I ever imagined, and I sobbed with overwhelmingly positive thoughts all the way until Luke made it to Tatooine.

(contented sigh) I have a new ROTS theatre memory now, and I am so glad I went ❤️‍🩹 I feel as if I’m ready to start playing it on repeat at home again. I believe I needed this reset. Clean slate! 🙌

I brought him, too; he’d never seen ROTS - he did good 🥰

#I won #suck it triggering thoughts #I cried beginning and end yes #but also when the troops turned on Aayla #I guess I’m never getting over that #I had a big smile for Boga #💙 💚#one of my pee breaks was when Padme shares her pregnancy news #it is what it is #only one other person stayed all the way through the credits #we were both standing up and it felt like a standing ovation #oh and those vibrating seats were nothing special at all #🤷🏻‍♀️

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