#but still i just...... mm. gay gay homosexual gay.

[wc-confessions]

hi i'm the anon that said frecklemaple toxic yuri and like six people said they were in fact ready for this conversation so

im a huge fan of the idea mapleshade literally dragged her to hell kicking and screaming (though the idea it was just starclan being corrupt is so fun too so i can implement that as just them not caring to save her), and recontextualizing that with the idea they were girlfriends? mm. good food.

mapleshade arrives in the dark forest, and sees that just along the border between the forest and starclan is frecklewish. she just arrived, having the slowest death. knowing there's no way she'll get into starclan after killing several, mapleshade drags frecklewish into the forest with her.

desperately frecklewish wants to leave. she didn't do anything wrong, at least not consciously. and she pleads with mapleshade to see this. mapleshade reluctantly listens, and decides that yes, she is innocent by way of the code, even if she remains unforgiven for her kits. so why hasn't anyone from starclan let her out?

she takes her to the border and demands to speak with the cats of starclan, unable to attack on their hunting grounds. the cats of starclan say that freckle's soul is still impure. guilty. cruel. not as much as maple, but still too much for starclan.

and what could either of them do? fight?

or just... forgive?

mapleshade could never forgive her. but they begin to be friends again they start falling in love gay gay homosexual gay you get it. very messy romance tainted by betrayal and grudge.

that's the good shit

.

[fernlessbastard]

Opinions on transfem/Trans woman c!Wilbur? If you havent already, since its a slightly popular Hc w c!W

honestly I'm mostly indifferent ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

it's not for me, but like I've got no particularly strong feelings either way. I can absolutely see a lot of reasons for that reading - it all does fit, so it's not a matter of there being no justification, but more so just personally I just don't hold that headcanon

the thing with either of them being trans is that like, I am for some reason oddly attached to Quackity being specifically and strictly a man who's into men, or at the very least masc individuals - maybe it's cause I just started off with that "hc" (I mean it is kinda pretty heavily canon - I don't recall him ever flirting with a woman). Wil being mtf would obviously make all of that very complicated - each time I start to think about it I can't help but think if 1. is there any way for Q to still be into Wil without that invalidating Wil's gender identity 2. is there any way for Q - a gay man - to have feelings for a woman that doesn't invalidate his sexual identity Like, exceptions happen, but mm idk It's obvioulsy completely different if you hc Q as pan/bi/homoflexible/whatever else, but yeah personally I'm just really attached to the idea of Q being strictly homosexual

When it comes to the nonbinary umbrella it's kinda similar (with both being amab) - with Wil it works i'd say, there isn't as much of a conflict with Quackity's sexuality, but again, I'm mostly indifferent and you do you; with Q it just kinda doesn't quite fit for me - idk he just has relatively binary man vibes imo

in regards to other combinations of one/both of them being trans: > Wil's ftm - yeah sure I'm down with that, good for him, I don't actively hc that but like yeah no conflict there, plus I guess it'd explain how he had Fundy - though fantasy mpreg makes it so much funnier > Q's mtf - idk personally i just don't feel it in the slightest. He doesn't really give me any of those vibes. Especially considering things like the fact that he's short, has longer hair, is/used to be a sex worker (with presumably male clients), is heavily (and at the very least primarily, if not exclusively) into men, canonically has a big ass, etc, so it just really doesn't sit right with me to then have him be mtf - I just want some more representation of those characteristics in men for once, y'know? It's just feels like it's perpetuating stereotypes. Of course there is no wrong way to be trans - if you're trans, you're trans, and that is valid and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. But we're talking about a fictional character, so if we have a character that's amab, likes men, is a sex worker, is short, has long hair, isn't trying to be this stereotypical "perfect big strong alpha male", is emotionally invested in their romantic life (which additionally is messy), then turning around and saying "woman" just feels like we're just going off stereotypes, and ignoring an example of a great, rare, pretty subversive representation of a man who might come off as feminine at times, but is still fully a man, and all those things that are stereotypically assigned to women and a fem gender identity don't make him any less of a man. Especially the fact that he's into men - it does personally just immediately remind me of all the "a gay man is just a woman" talk (and maybe it's cause I'm from Poland and in my 20s now so i really did grow up hearing those sentiments quite a lot). And obviously i'm not saying that that's what you're doing when you hc Q as mtf, but i am explaining my personal headcanons and reasonings for them, as well as reasoning for why I don't headcanon other things. > Q's ftm - ok so, it fits. And I really really hate that it fits. It would make so much sense but holy fuck guys I cannot handle that ok - I'm ftm, and if he's cis then I can like at least partially remove myself from all of that... but if he's ftm then holy fucking shit everything just hits so much harder like guys I'm not strong enough to handle the pain of seeing this much of myself in him ok I will simply collapse, like him being seen as an object and sexualised and put down and belittled and pressured to be all submissive and shit just hits so completely different if you see it through the lenses of him being ftm and let me fucking tell you I am NOT ready for the breakdown thinking about it and how similar and in some cases identical to my own experiences it all is would cause m > ANYWAY with them both being trans it's just a combination of my previous thoughts as they apply ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

hope that answers your question UwU anyway ha ha bye--/lh

[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, Jane Crocker

Act 6, page 4571

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

TG: ALART ALART ARLART AL*ERT AL*ART!!!!!

TG: hugely important cornespondence

TG: paging doctor crocker

TG: rolal to docrock

GG: :?

TG: heh heh

TG: paging

TG: bet you would like to get PAGED huh jane

TG: *sweet innuendo

GG: I'm not sure that qualifies as innuendo at all.

TG: wonkwonkwonkwonkwonk

GG: I honestly think you misspell things intentionally more often than not, regardless of blood alcohol content.

GG: You just typed wonk five times in a row!

TG: i have only junst begun to wonk

GG: What is this urgent thing about, anyway?

GG: Is it about your boobytrap?

GG: Because you're too late. It already blew up my whole bedroom, thank you very much.

TG: no no

TG: i mean i still feel shitty about that but its not abiout that

TG: i know you already ran it i been talking to the shades

GG: Yes, me too. Right now in fact, and I'm in a bit of a hurry!

GG: What is this about? What are you even doing?

TG: im in the lab doing a thing with my cat

TG: but that doesnt matter i was doing some thingkin and was still feeling guilty about fuckin up ur computer and all of the sudden im in bff~ath mode here

TG: so i gotta tell you something u need to know before its too late

GG: Before what's too late?

TG: you and jake hookin up stupid!

GG: Oh my god.

TG: this is about turnin all your steamydreamz in to STEAMAY REALTITIES

TG: ***realities lolo

GG: This isn't happening now...

TG: whereins jc + je kiss & hug loads and start turnin out big heaps of wrigglers the old fashioned way<3<3,3,3<338O!!!!

TG: i cant decide whether this mental image porcolating here is hot as shit or cute as fuck......

GG: No! Cease your lascivious porcolating at once!

GG: Roxy, I can see you're set on just wasting more of my time.

GG: I understand if you don't wish to play this game, but please try not to interfere with those of us who do!

TG: no no im fine with playing just shut up

TG: this is serious you need to tell him how u feel VERY SOON

TG: or you might miss your chance

GG: My chance?

GG: What are you talking about?

TG: i found out today taht dirks gonna make a move

GG: A move? You mean, a romantic one?

TG: yes

GG: On you?

TG: omfffgggggg

TG: JANE GET A CLUE

GG: Um.

GG: On me?

TG: no

TG: no my dear sweet janey not on you

TG: ON JAKE!!!

GG: Oh.

GG: Ohhh.

GG: I didn't think...

GG: That...

GG: Hrm.

GG: Are you sure?

TG: p sure ask glasses if u want

GG: Well then.

GG: This is quite a development.

GG: Poor Dirk!

TG: what do you mean

GG: Well, surely when he reveals his feelings, Jake will...

TG: ??

GG: I mean...

GG: He couldn't possibly...

TG: wut

TG: repriprocate?

GG: Yes?

TG: why not

GG: Because Jake is not a homosexual!

TG: mm hm

TG: are u suuuuuure???

GG: Are you saying he is?

TG: nope

GG: Then what are you saying?

TG: im saying that

TG: i dont fuckin know

GG: But...

GG: I thought it reasonable to presume he takes a shining to ladies.

GG: He does speak fondly of certain females from his favorite films, does he not?

TG: true that

TG: but

TG: how much does that really mean here jane

TG: can you be totes sure on account a some dorky moive crushes

GG: Well, now I just don't know. You have me completely bamboozled about this.

GG: What do you think?

TG: all im saying is

TG: my gaydar is like the exanct fuckin poposite of urs

TG: which is to say it is better than completety nonexistant

TG: mine is so sensitive it has been used to sweep the ocean floor for mythical sea monsters

TG: turns out

TG: all of those monsters are SO gay

TG: truth B)

GG: Okay. Then what does your acute seabeast scanner make of Jake, then?

TG: thats what im sayin

TG: i really have no idea

TG: kid is a goggamn egnigma

TG: hes as hard 2 read as fine print

TG: and how i do mean FIIINE ;)

GG: Oh brother.

GG: Then, your guess is as good as mine?

GG: I'm not sure what I'm supposed to conclude from this.

TG: youre supposed to concluce

TG: that you SAID you were going to believe anything i said today remember??

GG: Yes.

GG: But you just said you don't know!!!

TG: exactly

TG: therefore you must believe me when i say

TG: if dirk lets on all his feelins there is at least a CHANCE jake will go like DERP OK DUDE LETS MAKE OUT

TG: and that means poor jane is screwed without ever even throwing her filthy old fedora in the ring

TG: it is a ring i lke ot call TEH ENGLISH SPEEPSTAKES

TG: and if u dont youll regret it

TG: and i mean

TG: OFFICIALLY?

TG: i cant have a horse in the race

TG: wait bad metaphor ebcause of dirk and his fucking horstes n/m

TG: like you are both my friends and im not out to mess him up or anything

TG: but i kinda owe it to you as my friend to let you know whats up

TG: and also to get you to stop being such a WORLD CHAMPIAN TIGHTASS

TG: and let jake know

GG: Oh, not this tightass baloney again.

TG: jane

GG: What?

TG: jaane..

GG: ...

TG: jc your are the tightassiest tightass who ever tightened up an ass

GG: No way!

GG: We settled this, remember?

GG: My prior resolution made it definitive; I was to be regarded as exceedingly permissive in certain respects!

TG: jane i am afraid

TG: that ur bottom

TG: is a stubborn clam

TG: guarding priceless treasure

TG: and a deadly secret

GG: So ridiculous. >:P

TG: im not saying be an idiot and start gushing at him incoherentry

TG: but do SOMETHING

TG: say how u feel

TG: or flirst a bit or ask him out on a date inside the fuckin game or such

TG: goddamn ANYTHING other that a bunch of bullshitty pining and tightassy NOTHING

TG: you have to do what i say u promised

GG: I promised to BELIEVE what you say, not DO it!

TG: those 2 things are

TG: prespicely the same shit

GG: If I agree to say something, will you stop tormenting me about it??

TG: yes

TG: but only

TG: because that will be impossible for me to do

TG: when u + him r snoggin hard in motherfuckin makeout paradise

TG: A K A SEX LAND

GG: Fine.

GG: But let the record show that this resolution has almost nothing whatsoever to do with your use of the phrase "SEX LAND."

GG: Just...

GG: I need to think of what to say, and wait for the right moment. Is that ok???

TG: sure

TG: just dont wait too long

TG: and dont underestimate striders wiles

TG: nor jakes...

TG: lets say

TG: open mindedness???????

GG: Well,

GG: He does often profess his love for adventure, I suppose.

TG: yuuup................

GG: Omg.

GG: I really don't have a moment to spare, do I?

TG: ur finally gettin it

TG: now go

TG: and jane im warning u

TG: if you dont say somethin to him

TG: i am personally entering the game specivically to FUCK UR SHIT UP

TG: *LOLLIES OUTIE*

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

my friend bleached and dyed my hair bright elmo-lookin red, we all walked to and hung out at a gas station at 2am, watched local 58 and the film theory on it, and i may have only gotten an hour and a half of sleep max but i slept curled up in someones arms so i think its safe to say that i am the main character

[spongyturnip]

absolutely no fucking cake

[gatoplanet]

Prompt: Klaus finds out that due to his meddling in season 2, Dave never came out and lived a miserable life in a loveless marriage, so Klaus goes back in time to before he was married to seduce Dave out of the closet. Dave tried to resist at first but who is he kidding? He hasn’t been able to get this alluring man out of his head since he first stepped foot in the hardware store.

"All right," Klaus says, "I'll admit it. I fucked up."

"I mean," Dave says, "not really. I'm alive."

"Well yeah," Klaus says, flapping the very idea away with his hands, "but I didn't want you alive, baby, I wanted you living."

He's back at the store, but he's not pretending to buy paint this time. He looks - older, maybe? A little less wispy. Feet more firmly on the ground. Still beautiful, Dave can admit that much to himself.

"I'm living," Dave tells him.

"Mm," Klaus says, "right, okay. What're the plans for this evening, Assistant Manager Katz?"

"I'll probably cook something." Dave glances over at the calendar on the wall. "It's Saturday, right? I'll put Lawrence Welk on."

"Oh, c'mon, that's - fair play, actually, I love Lawrence Welk."

"Alice has her knitting circle this evening, so-"

"Hey," Klaus says, poking one of his long fingers right into Dave's chest, "about that. I know you think you're real clever, finding that nice girl to bunker down with, but David. It's the 70s, this is the fun gay decade."

"Fun for who?"

"You, if you're willing to make some lifestyle changes." Klaus waggles an eyebrow, leans his elbow on the counter next to the register. "I can give you a crash course, if you want."

"I - I'm married."

"What exactly," Klaus says, "do you think Alice and Mabel are getting up to at their twice-weekly two-woman knitting circle?"

Dave sighs, closes the cash drawer he'd been counting. "I know, Klaus. It's - it's different."

"Different how?"

"I'm not-"

"Listen," Klaus says. "I've never had earthshattering homosexual sex with you, personally, in this version of reality. But I had a lot of it with someone you have a lot in common with, and I owe it to him to make sure you're looked after. Okay?"

Dave stares at him for a while. It's - it's honestly amazing that he's as beautiful as Dave remembers him being. He's been going over those three meetings with various tints of rose-colored glasses in the years since they happened, and he thought he'd pushed the Klaus in his mind past the point of believable attractiveness sometime during his first tour of duty. Turns out, he was just accounting for aging. The lovely new fine lines around Klaus's eyes.

"Why now?" Dave asks him.

"Oh, you know, things have been hectic-"

"You're a time traveler, aren't you? You could've stopped my wedding, if you wanted."

Klaus sighs. Leans his hip on the counter. "That job you applied for," he says. "The one at the VA in San Francisco?"

"What about it?"

"You're gonna get it. Don't turn it down."

Dave blinks at him.

"Take Alice," Klaus says. "Shit, take Mabel too. Fuckin - get out of here, baby, all of you. Go live your lives."

"I'm." Dave swallows. "I'm gonna get it?"

"You surely are, sweetheart."

"And I - I turned it down?"

Klaus winks at him. "Not yet."

"Why would I do that?"

"Oh, you know, probably the same reason you're doing everything you're doing to yourself. Whatever that reason is."

Dave glances at the calendar again. The notes from his uncle dotted all over the month like ticks.

"It'll be hard, baby," Klaus says. "It's not all gonna be sunshiney days. But god, it's gonna be worth it. You know?"

"I don't know, actually," Dave says. "But you sound like you do."

"Oh, I know enough," Klaus says with a little shrug. "And most important among the things I know is how to locate a prostate - like, trust me, you are gonna thank me the second you step off that plane-"

"Klaus," Dave cuts him off, but he's laughing, and Klaus laughs back. "Klaus, you're - okay, fine."

"Okay fine?"

"Come over," Dave says. "I'll make you dinner. We can watch Lawrence Welk."

"Oh, is that what the kids call it these days?"

Klaus is still smiling, like he does this all the time. Swoops in and out of people's lives and changes them forever. Maybe he does. Or maybe some other Dave just loved him that well.

"You've gotta stick around and meet Alice," Dave says, pulling his apron off to leave behind the till. "She's not gonna believe I finally had a man over if she doesn't see you herself."

"Dinner and breakfast, then," Klaus says, and when he holds out an arm, Dave loops his through it.

[bitchwhoreofastorm]

prompt: almalexia has gay homosexual sex

1E413

"She's not my lover," Almalexia insists under her breath.

She and Sotha Sil sit close together, near-drowning in an overly-decadent sofa  within the reception-room of Moril Manor. Though nobility both, the taste of the Ra'athim is too ostentatious even for them; as if being oppressed by the plethora of shiny trinkets, ornate furniture, vibrant rugs, gleaming geometric tiles and dazzling sun-catchers bearing in on them from every angle, they've glued themselves side-to-side in the middle of the least offensive seat and resorted to having their argument in sheepish whispers.

"Uh-huh," Sotha Sil whispers back to her. "She's merely your..."

"Duchess. Duchess of Mournhold."

"Ah, yes, I've been meaning to ask about that title."

"You're acting as if diplomacy is a scandal, when it's not." Almalexia crosses her arms, tucking her hands into her armpits, as if to refrain from gesturing lest she knock over something priceless. "The Ra'athim are an important ally to me. Giving a meaningless title to one of their own was the easiest way to earn their good will."

"Mm." Sotha Sil looks down at his tea-cup-- pure ebony, made of a multitude of faceted surfaces so expertly crafted that they're sharp to the touch, filled with a specialty brew from Red Mountain that contains flecks of imported gold. "Meaningless but for the salary, you mean?"

"What Mournhold pays her is a small price for her family's loyalty."

"And her overnight stays at the palace?"

Almalexia's face flushes red. "She's my friend," she says firmly, voice rising a little. "That's all."

"Do you allow all of your friends to stay the night in your..."

"Do not be crude! She helped me recover from my sickness after the coup, as a good friend does. That's all. And yes, as you observed, she often stayed the night by my side, but you know as well as anyone that I suffer from nightmares, that it helps to have someone dear nearby to--"

"Someone dear, Ayem!"

"Silence!" Both of their voices had raised, and Almalexia cringes when she realizes that her stern order has caused a nearby chandelier to sway slightly. "... I don't like you when you're jealous, Sil."

"I'm not jealous," Sotha Sil replies. "Why should I be jealous of a woman being paid handsomely by my Queen, bestowed with titles--"

"Seht--"

"Given a fine manor, allowed to share her bed in the night, but only for her nightmares, of course--"

"Sil, invitation be damned, I'll send you away from here."

"I'm not jealous," Sotha Sil repeats himself calmly, raising the cup of tea to his lips. "Because there is clearly nothing to be jealous of. Only court politics."

At that moment, the door to the chamber opens. "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, my dear--" a woman’s voice sings out. "I was just getting ready, but I kept finding your garments buried in my own, and though they lead to such pleasant memories-- why, this one still smells like you, I do wish I could keep it as my pillow-case, for when you’re away-- anyways, I thought, well, she's coming over for lunch, I really ought to return them all, shouldn't I? So--"

And Duchess Ilinalta Ra'athim, arms laden with familiar clothing, comes to a stop in the doorway, blinking at her guests.

"Oh goodness," she says mildly. "Oh, what a fool I am. I completely forgot that I'd invited you to join us. Ah, serjo Sotha Sil, allow me--"

Almalexia, golden face flushed crimson, makes to say something-- only for Sotha Sil to burst into laughter, clapping his free hand over his face a moment too late to stop a mouthful of tea from spraying all over the expensive sofa.

[king-bee-sting]

magi male x reader blog in this economy?! thank u thank u thank could i pls request hcs on sinbad, spartos and sharrkan separately with their partner who happens to be a prince and how their day to day might be! thank u! <3

Format: Headcanons

Pairing(s): Sinbad, Sharrkan, Spartos

Warnings: None

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Sinbad, Sharrkan, & Spartos x M! Prince! Reader Headcanons

A bad influence

Somehow manages to smuggle you out of your own personal duties

You however have more self restraint than him so you usually get back to your things way faster

Surprisingly awkward with PDA when in public with you

After obtaining the title of "Lady Killer of the Seven Seas", refusing marriage, and being a well known womanizer, it seemes really weird to be in a relationship with someone of the same gender

Nevertheless he certainly makes you feel loved when you're more alone

Whether it's just you or with a few others around, he'll be more open to being affectionate with you

Frequent visits to your home country

It keeps good relations with your kingdom and it eases your homesickness; killing two birds with one stone!

Bumpy nights 👀 are actually not as frequent as you'd expect

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's mostly the fact that both of your royal duties either clash with timing or tire one of you out too much

Hoo boy

Man is a raging bi and you can't tell me otherwise

Doesn't really interact with his kingdom for obvious reasons so he actually has more free time than you

Which he spends trying to pry you away from your "silly prince duties" to go be stupid with him

Sparring is a must

Loves to use his training with Alibaba to show off

Whether it's showing off to you or Alibaba doesnt matter, he just wants you to know how hot he is m-mm

While he doesn't do it as much as before, he does still visit brothels

Polyamory is just a thing in his culture, he doesn't really see anything wrong with looking or getting handsy with others while being with you

I get the feeling he would be really soft at night, so very deep and comforting conversations would happen

A fucking bed hog tho

Spartos:

👏protect👏this👏man👏

Sasan's religion is based off the Christian kingdoms right?

Meaning I get the phat ass feeling homosexual relationships would be a massive N O

So you better be prepared to go to eternity with this boy because here he is putting everything on the line for you

Gladly assists you in your princely duties

If you don't really need help, he'll ask if you'd like some space to do your work

If not he'll be by your side making sure you don't die from boredom

Happily teach you how to use a lance if you don't already know

Pisti hovers over Spartos so she's now your best friend, no you dont get a choice

She can and will make gushy comments to you two, making you both go red every time

You gotta be patient with him please, he's very new to relationships and the gay, he's very nervous

I feel like he'd give the softest kisses 🙈

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

[massively-multiplayer-cereal]

I have no idea if you're still taking asks for the gender/sexuality/opinions character thing you reblogged a while back but if you are, could I request Sylvanas and/or Flynn and/or Wrathion? (I hope it's okay to excavate old posts! Either way I hope you have a good evening!)

i definitely still am, especially considering no one else sent an ask for it lmaoo ,,

also sorry this took until the next day! the post is very long ,, and you have a good day too ^-^

(also i LOVE when people excavate my posts because it means they liked my commentary on things enough to actually scroll through my whole blog so thank you for being an excavator XD)

anyways:

wrathion:

sexuality headcanon: Gay As Hell

gender headcanon: usually i see him as and write him as a cis male, but I mean.. trans male wrathion kinda hits different 👀

A ship I have with said character: WRANDUIN. W. R. A. N. D. U. I. N.

a brotp I have with said character: him and flynn just have this Vibe like they'd be really good friends if they met. i feel like they'd cause trouble together while anduin and shaw just sigh in the distance about their respective mischievous boyfriends. flynn x wrathion is mischief brotp.

a notp I have with said character: apparently some people ship him with alexstrazsa, so yeah alexstrazsa x wrathion is my notp for him. not that. never that. why?

a random headcanon: this makes no sense outside of my own brain but i like to think that wrathion somehow invented and/or popularized the use of the word 'gay' to mean homosexual on azeroth. it makes sense in my very specific au (that I haven't shared anywhere yet skdndsn), and doesn't work outside it, but hey, i like it lol

general opinion over said character: he is a little bastard and i love him so, so much. if anyone hurts him i will murder them with my bare hands. wrathion is the epitome of that 'i will now cause problems on purpose' meme. it is a wonderful day on azeroth and he is a horrible, horrible dragon.

flynn:

sexuality headcanon: he is the ULTIMATE bisexual disaster

gender headcanon: cis male

a ship i have with said character: FAIRSHAW. F. A. I. R. S. H. A. W.

a brotp i have with said character: flynn and taelia is the ultimate brotp ever, because they are just best friends with no romantic feelings whatsoever, and honestly it's SO refreshing to see a man and woman be super close friends in media without romantic hints. also i project my relationship with my (male) best friend onto them and my best friend is basically my brother so yeah. I love taelia and flynn just Being best friends.

a notp i have with said character: flynn x taelia romantically,, like,, i just.. mm it is very squicky for me.. I do Not Like. them romantically is just No Thank You. like morally there isn’t anything wrong with it but i just Do Not Enjoy romantic taelia x flynn. 

a random headcanon: he has the azerothian equivalent of a tramp stamp. it’s has two dolphins and an anchor. do not ask why i have this headcanon, because i have no idea why either ,,

general opinion over said character: i love flynn so much dude it's not even funny how much i love him. he is my emotional support imaginary himbo best friend.

sylvanas:

sexuality headcanon: lesbian because i project onto fictional characters i love too much

gender headcanon: similar to wrathion, usually i see her as and write her as a cis woman, but I mean.. trans woman sylvanas is really good ,,

a ship i have with said character: sylvaina, sort of? in canon, i have no actual sylvanas ships, but in aus i really really like sylvaina sjdbfdjsnnd

a brotp i have with said character: i feel like her and kael'thas would be crazy good friends if she had survived the purge of quel'thalas, so sylvanas x kael'thas brotp I guess XD

a notp I have with said character: sylvanduin. it is way too common (luckily, not on tumblr, but on other platforms,) for being a ship that under ANY circumstances would be insanely toxic. no matter what au it is, it's a ridiculous age gap to the point of being gross, and if someone ships it in canon, i hate it even more. sylvanduin is just so insanely toxic..

a random headcanon: she literally doesn’t even LIKE GUYS but she pretended to have the hots for nathanos to get him to do what she wanted him to. that's what you call an epic gamer move.

general opinion over said character: i actually like her even though a ton of people hate her. honestly, like, she was always kinda evil. there was always a lot of hints that she was bad, so that wasn't out of nowhere. but, also, blizz took it too far too quickly. personally, i think the undercity thing still should've happened just like it did, but she should've been more chill during the start of bfa. she should've been slowly ramping up in her intensity and brutality over the course of the war, and teldrassil's burning should've happened at the end of the first patch of bfa, when she was finally at 'her full evilness.' it's after teldrassil when the whole 'oh no baine in jail, chase away the evil lady' thing should've happened. WOWEE i went on a tangent, but tl;dr i love sylvanas even tho she’s really evil and think teldrassil should’ve happened later. also in the new cinematic sylvanas is HOT she has FANGS

[hazelandglasz]

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“Bro.”

“And then he, I don’t know, flaunted that guy around the apartment, like we were at the Westminster Dog Show or something, before taking him to the door and kissing him very, very loudly.”

“Bro.”

“And then he returned to the couch and took my bowl of popcorn from my lap and, and—”

“Blaine, bro. Breathe.”

Blaine does breathe, pausing in his retelling of his roommate's latest sexcapade to calm himself.

Next to him, Sam and Artie are exchanging looks Blaine doesn’t even try to translate anymore.

He sighs. “I’m not homophobic, you know that.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Sure!” Sam exclaims, clapping Blaine on the back. “You’re, like, the most woke guy I know!”

“Hey!”

“You’re very smart and very open-minded, Artie, but the Chlamydia episode taught us all that you need to work on your wokeness.”

“Touché.”

Sam returns his focus to Blaine, who is slowly rolling himself into a foetal position. “Blainey,” he says softly, “have you considered the possibility that, um, you… you may be the opposite of homophobic?”

“Uh?”

Sam glances at Artie who nods.

What the what?

“Have you ever wondered why you’re still single, even though girls are literally throwing themselves at you?”

“Do you really think right now is a good moment to rub my loneliness in my face?”

“‘S not what I’m doing, bro, you know I would never do something to make you sad.”

Artie clears his throat, holding up a glass of water for Blaine. “What we’re trying to tell you, Blaine, is that, maybe, just maybe, you should, um, think about what you really feel when you see Kurt kissing other guys.”

Blaine glares at him, and then shakes his head. “I don’t—I just… I don’t like to see him kissing those men, they…”

“Yes?”

“They… don’t deserve him.”

“Oh?”

“And why is that?”

Blaine lets himself sit back on his friends’ couch, dropping his head on the back of it, eyes to the ceiling. “Because Kurt—Kurt deserves to be treated with respect and care, not like a piece of meat.”

Artie makes a thoughtful noise before patting Blaine’s knee. “Do you want to be the one treating him with respect and care?” he asks softly.

Blaine sits back like someone poked him in the back. “What?! No! I—I’m not…” he starts protesting, but the words get stuck in his throat. Surprising tears come to his eyes. “I’m not…”

“Hey, hey, Blaine, it’s alright. Whatever you say,” Sam says, glaring at Artie. “Whatever you say, we’re here to support you, bro.”

Blaine lets out a small sob before standing, rushing to get his jacket and out of the apartment. “I—Thank you, guys, I… I need to go. I’ll call you later, ‘kay?”

“Blaine—”

The door closes behind him before Sam can finish his sentence.

Blaine doesn’t even remember going down the stairs or how he ended sitting in the dog park near Kurt and his apartment, but that’s where he is, around two hours later, lost in his thoughts about the possible truth ringing in Artie’s words, when a strong hand gently taps his shoulder.

“What are you doing here, roomie?”

And here he is.

Kurt is standing next to Blaine’s bench, a look of concern on his face only downplayed by his half-smile.

“I told you already, we are not getting a puppy in our apartment.”

Blaine lets out a wet laugh before shaking his head. “No, I know, I know. I needed… some space. To think.”

Kurt removes his hand. “Oh. Do you want me to—”

“No.” The word came out louder than Blaine intended. “No,” he repeats, calmer this time. “You don’t need to go.”

Kurt’s smile grows as he sits next to Blaine, crossing his legs and putting his hands around his knee. “Something on your mind?”

Blaine nods, unable to look at Kurt.

“Something I can help you with?”

Would it be easy to just blurt out the whole truth to Kurt?

That Blaine has possibly buried his feelings under a mask so solidly put on that he didn’t realize it was a mask anymore?

That his teenage fear of being beaten up for not conforming to the norm, added to his dad’s repeated affirmation of what a man should be and do, has pushed him into a corner he can’t seem to escape?

But more importantly, that seeing Kurt with all of his different flings, one-night stands, however he wishes to call them, has stirred something deep in Blaine’s whole being, has moved him beyond words, and that he assumed those impulses were born out of anger but they may be something entirely different?

No, Blaine thought. Not so easy.

“Blaine?”

Kurt’s voice disrupts the flow of questions and negative thoughts going around Blaine’s mind. “Are you—is everything alright?” Kurt moves one of his hands to Blaine’s knee, hesitating before lightly patting it. “Want to talk about it with a slice of cheesecake?”

Blaine can feel his eyes tearing up again, but he chuckles anyway. “You and your ‘cake is the cure for everything’ policy.”

Kurt smiles wider. “Never failed me before.”

“Lead the way, then. I’m buying.”

“Won’t fight you on this.”

---

Not a moment later, they’re sitting in a booth at Junior’s, a plate of cheesecake samples in front of them.

Blaine has to admit it, the smooth and sweet pastry does soothe some of his head (and heart) ache.

“Now, do you want to keep on manly brooding about whatever is eating you up or do you want to talk about it?” Kurt asks, before taking a bite of cheesecake, keeping the spoon in his mouth and humming in pleasure.

Blaine’s eyes go to his lips before he realizes it.

“I… don’t manly brood.”

“Right. And I don’t focus on my skincare routine when I am stressed.”

Blaine twists his mouth, shoving a spoonful of devil’s food cheesecake in his mouth to keep it shut.

“Does this,” Kurt continues, pointing his spoon at Blaine in general, “have anything to do with my date with Brett yesterday?”

“Huh? What? Why—why would it have anything to do with your date?”

Kurt stares intently at Blaine, chin resting on top of his hands, the spoon dandling from his fingers. 

“Do you hate homosexuals, Blaine?”

“What?! No! I’m not—no.”

Kurt’s eyes become steely. “Then why did you glare at Brett the whole time we were having fun yesterday before he left?”

“I—” quick, Blaine, think of something, “I couldn't hear my movie. And I’m not a big fan of PDA in general.”

“Ah.”

“I would have glared at Brett if he was a she, as well.”

“Ah?”

I would glare at anyone getting a chance to kiss you and touch you, really. 

The thought is as surprising as it is true, and Blaine tries to control how his eyes widen as he processes it, but not to avail.

“What?” Kurt’s hand finds his. “Blaine, you look like you just had an epiphany.”

“I, um, kinda did. I just need to, to, to think about what I’m going to do now.”

“O-kay.”

“Can I—I will talk to you about it, I promise, but can I do so later? Please?”

Kurt squeezes Blaine’s hand, his touch soft and strong at the same time. How did Blaine miss this in the first place? How Kurt is made of contradictions, that add up to this whole perfection?

Ha. The truth is, he didn’t miss it. Not at all.

He just didn’t want to admit it.

Silly, silly Blaine.

“Of course, Blaine. Now,” Kurt says, unaware of the tremendous shift that just happened in his roommate’s mind, “what do you say we pack the remains of these delicious cheesecakes and go home to watch some terrible reality shows?”

“As long as it’s not one of the Real Housewives,” Blaine says, a shy smile trying to make an appearance on his face, “count me in.”

“Heretic,” Kurt grumbles, knocking their shoulders together when they both come to stand side by side at the cashier. “You terrible heathen.”

“Sorry not sorry.”

Kurt snorts, locking their arms together as they walk back to their apartment. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says in the same tone he always jokes in with Blaine.

Why does it make him blush so suddenly now?

---

It’s time.

He’s going to do it.

Blaine gives himself a pep talk in the bathroom, two days after his “gaypiphany,” to just get out of here, turn off the TV, get Kurt’s attention and tell him…

Tell him what, exactly?

“Hey, Kurt, I know we’re good friends even though you thought I was being homophobic toward your boyfriends, but actually, I am gay, very gay for you specifically, and I wouldn’t mind you kissing men if those men were me. What do you say?”

Blaine facepalms. 

Yeah, like that is going to work well.

“Blaine, you alright in there?”

Shit.

“Sorry,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was… washing my hands.”

“Very thoroughly,” Kurt comments, juggling with the remote. “Not a criticism, though. I’m glad I have found one of the few straight men my age who knows something about hygiene.”

Blaine winces and Kurt notices immediately.

“What did I say?”

Blaine sits down, slowly reaching for Kurt’s hand to squeeze it—it’s both to appease Kurt and give himself some strength.

“It’s nothing you said, Kurt,” he says softly, taking a deep breath. “It’s just… I realized something, lately, about—about myself, and also about… us.”

“Oh?” Kurt’s voice is slightly breathless.

Without realizing it, Blaine doesn’t let go of Kurt’s hand. “I have been silencing a part of me,” he starts slowly, “for a long time. To protect myself from getting hurt, I build an impenetrable box around that part and, by doing so, I seem to have locked myself away from a chance of happiness.”

“Blaine, I—”

“Kurt, please, I need—I need to let it out.”

“Of course, dear. Go on.”

“There was a moment, for me, last week, when I said to myself ‘This. This is me’, and it was largely because—because of you. Without me noticing, you moved me, Kurt, you broke the walls I had around my heart, and I… I would like the chance to spend more time with you.”

Kurt turns his hand so they can hold hands, palm to palm. “We already live together,” he murmurs, eyes on their joined hands. 

Blaine scoots closer to Kurt, using his free hand to tentatively cup his cheek.

(He files away the thought that this feels like his hand was made for this.)

“Would you let me kiss you, Kurt?”

Kurt’s eyes fly to Blaine, wide and carrying a myriad of emotions.

Surprise, fear, anticipation. And hope.

He nods, almost imperceptibly, and Blaine leans forward, pressing their lips together.

His eyes flutter shut, allowing him to lose himself in the sensation.

Blaine doesn’t have a lot of experience with kissing—he did have a couple of girlfriends in high school, but it never lasted—but this…

Even as delicate and gentle as it is, it carries more passion than Blaine has ever experienced. 

Kurt inhales sharply, before tilting his head and caressing Blaine’s cheek as he licks the bow of Blaine’s lower lip.

Blaine lets out a small sound, at the edge between a moan and a sob, and Kurt uses the opening to caress Blaine’s tongue with his own before pulling away.

“Oh, wow,” Blaine says breathlessly, resting his forehead against Kurt’s. “That, um. Wow. I’m definitely gay.”

Kurt starts laughing silently, pulling Blaine into a hug. “Yes, you ridiculous man. I’d say you’re definitely gay.”

“Would you—will you be my boyfriend?” Blaine asks, moving back to face Kurt.

Kurt’s hand slides from Blaine’s cheek to cup the back of his neck. “I thought we were,” he says in a breath, before pulling Blaine’s lips back to his while pushing Blaine on his back.

Turns out, Blaine really doesn’t mind Kurt kissing men if he is that man.

(And he has zero problem with PDA, as Sam and Artie quickly find out.)

[petrichoravellichor]

Can I please have a (platonic) Balthazar and Castiel in the prompt “-some dude with a megaphone is spewing homophopic crap outside the cafeteria and we’re both protesting him because the college is adamnant about his freedom of speech rights, make out with me to piss him off?”

Can I Get an Amen

Relationship: Balthazar & Cas (platonic)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Naomi (unnamed, but it’s her)

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Balthazar POV, Bi-/Pansexual Balthazar, Slightly Hippie!Cas (like, a mixture of Endverse!Cas + Crazy!Cas), Bees, Homophobic Language (which gets shut the fuck down), Very Exaggerated Make-Out Session Between Friends (to piss off a homophobe, so it’s for a good cause)

(Ao3)

*****

When Sam’s alarm went off at seven a.m., Balthazar’s first thought upon jarring awake was that he was going to throw the bloody phone out the window. (He didn’t, because doing so would have required him to get up, but it was a near thing.) Balthazar had no idea what sort of cosmic fuck-up he’d committed in a previous life to get landed with a roommate for whom going for an early morning run beat out having a lie-in, but as he grumbled under his breath while Sam rose and dressed, he felt fairly certain that fate was having a laugh at his expense.

Sam, the bastard, found this all very amusing.

“You know,” Sam said mildly as he sat on the edge of his bed and did up his shoelaces, seemingly impervious to the death-glare Balthazar was giving him, “it wouldn’t kill you to get up a few hours before your first class. You don’t even have to exercise: you could just, like, read or get some extra studying in or something.”

Balthazar snorted. “I could, yes, but why on earth would I,” he said, stretching luxuriously beneath his sheets, “when I could just as easily stay in bed and dream of having a ménage à-whatever-French-for-twelve is?”

“Okay, one, it’s douze, and two, ew. Also, don’t even pretend like you could keep up with that many women.”

“Mm, bold of you to assume they were all women.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Anyway,” he said, standing, “I’m gonna go. Have fun dreaming about naked people.”

He left, and Balthazar promptly buried his head under his pillow, determined to fall back asleep. He gave up after half an hour of angry tossing and turning, rising in a huff and stomping over to his dresser. If he was doomed to be awake this early, then he might as well go down to the quad and fetch himself something caffeinated to drink.

Ten minutes later, he was trudging down the steps outside the dorm building and mulling over various forms of revenge—his current favorite consisted of tossing out one of Sam’s beloved running shoes, then watching with glee as Sam searched for it in vain—when he heard a voice from the lawn to his left:

“You’re up early.”

Balthazar turned and spotted his friend Cas, who was currently dressed in a loose-fitting shirt and sweats; he was barefoot, balancing on one leg with the other tucked up under him, palms pressed together, and was peering at Balthazar with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “I didn’t know you even existed before noon.”

Balthazar sighed. “Yes, well, annoying roommates with early alarms are annoying.”

“Ah.” Cas shifted into a different pose, placing both feet flat on the grass and raising his arms above his head. “And here I thought I’d finally convinced you to try yoga with me.”

“Cassie, the day I willingly twist myself into a pretzel while both clothed and sober is the day I forgive you for making me sit through three hours of that god-awful Titanic movie.”

“You’re just mad because you hate Celine Dion.”

“It’s not her I hate, it’s that bloody song! And furthermore,” Balthazar added, pointedly ignoring Cas’s snicker, “our dear Rose’s heart wouldn’t have had to go on if she’d just done a better job of making room for Jack on that piece of fucking debris.”

“It was a door.”

“It was a travesty, is what it was, and I’ll thank you to quit bringing it up. Now then,” he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the quad, “I’m going for a latte. Care to join me? Or have you still got to do your downward doggy-style or what have you?”

Cas rolled his eyes and reached for his sandals. “It’s downward dog, and no, I’m done.”

“Brilliant, you’re buying.”

They headed toward the quad, Cas talking animatedly about some new Save the Bees project he and a few others in the Environmental Club were hoping to kick off soon. Balthazar, who was busy trying to decide if he wanted a muffin or a scone with his latte, was only half listening, a decision he regretted when he heard Cas say, with a hint of smugness, “I knew I could count on you,” and, after a quick mental replay, realized that he’d just agreed to attend an all-day event that coming weekend. Fuck. He opened his mouth to give an excuse when a commotion ahead caught his attention.

A small crowd had gathered at the edge of the quad; as Balthazar and Cas neared, Balthazar saw that at its center was a middle-aged brunette woman dressed in formal clothing who was speaking into a megaphone:

“…TIME HAS COME TO RENOUNCE YOUR SINFUL LIFESTYLE AND REMEMBER THAT ONLY THROUGH GOD’S GRACE CAN YOU ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN, FOR THE BIBLE TELLS US THAT MAN SHALL NOT LIE WITH MEN AS HE DOES WITH WOMEN, THAT IT IS AN AB—”

“—SOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL WAY TO SPEND A FRIDAY NIGHT!” interjected Balthazar, causing the woman to pause and several heads to turn in their direction.

The woman lowered her megaphone. She looked from Balthazar to Cas and back again. “I am here to spread the Lord’s teachings to you and others like you, those who have been led astray by immoral temptations of the flesh. You should thank me.”

Balthazar let out a bitter laugh. “Thank you? What on earth for?”

The woman frowned. “I told you, I’m here to spread the Lord’s teachings—”

Balthazar cut her off. “You did, twice. Good for you.” He crossed his arms. “But, you see, we’re a litter-free campus, so it’d be lovely if you took your rubbish elsewhere.”

Several of the surrounding students cheered. The woman glanced around, seemingly unsure. “I have a permit. I’m allowed to be here.”

“We’re students,” said Cas. “We pay money to be here.” Even more people cheered. “And incidentally, the line you’re referring to, Leviticus 18:22, condemns pedophilia, not homosexuality.”

Balthazar turned to Cas. “What, really?”

“Yes. The original wording translates to ‘man shall not lie with young boys’.” Cas regarded the woman coolly. “Also, since you claim to concern yourself with the word of God, I’d check the tag on that suit. Leviticus 19:19 prohibits wearing garments that mix linen and wool.”

The woman pressed her lips together in a thin line. “I will not be lectured on my faith by a young man who has clearly lost his way.”

“I’m not lecturing you,” responded Cas. “I’m simply telling you what the Bible says.”

“You mock me.”

“You do that to yourself.”

The woman scowled, eyes boring into Cas. “There are places that can help you, programs that can teach you to make more Godly choices.”

“You’re referring to so-called conversion therapy,” said Cas, and though he was still speaking calmly, there was an edge to his voice that Balthazar rarely heard, “a practice that has been discredited by every leading expert on human sexuality for over two decades.”

“Despite what you think, it can be effective if you’re willing, if you want to be fixed—”

“We’re not broken,” said Cas. “Your beliefs are.”

“Now wait just a minute—”

“Oh, piss off!” snapped Balthazar. Cas might have had the patience to deal with this sort of thing uncaffeinated, but he most certainly did not. “Aren’t there more important things you could spend your energy bitching about? Take bees, for example: they’re dropping dead at an alarming rate, which could have frankly catastrophic effects on our food supply, but no, you’re right, let’s get all dressed up and tell gay people they’re going to hell because they have the audacity to be themselves, that’s clearly the bigger priority.”

Cas gave him a surprised smile. “You were listening about the bees.”

“Of course I was listening, I’m a wonderful friend like that. Speaking of,” said Balthazar, turning to Cas with a raised eyebrow, “fancy a friendly snog to piss off this hag?”

Cas thought a moment, then shrugged. “Why not?”

“That’s the spirit,” said Balthazar bracingly, grabbing a fistful of Cas’s shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

There was no real heat to it—at the end of the day, Balthazar knew Cas was about as romantically interested in him as he was in Cas; that is to say, not at all—but in for a penny, in for a pound. Balthazar closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Cas’s shoulders, letting out an exaggerated moan; he could feel Cas practically shaking with suppressed laughter and gave him a very subtle pinch. Cas let out a muffled snort before gasping, “Oh, Balthazar!” in mock passion and pressing their lips more firmly together; he even groaned a bit, which at which point it was Balthazar’s turn to bite back a chuckle.

Thankfully, their tactic worked: the students around them erupted into applause, and scarcely five seconds had passed before the woman let out an affronted huff and stormed off. Once the sound of her heels had sufficiently faded, Balthazar cracked an eye open and, with the visual confirmation that she was gone, gave Cas a tap on the shoulder, stepping back with a grin. “Well, that went swimmingly, wouldn’t you say?”

Cas looked off in the direction the woman had gone. “It did seem to have the desired effect, although,” he added, lips twitching in a poorly concealed smirk as he reached into his pocket and produced a tube of organic lip balm, “you probably need this more than I do.”

Balthazar rolled his eyes. “Oh, we’re giving post-snogging critiques, are we? Here, then.” He took the lip balm and, in exchange, held out a small tin of mints. “You absolutely need this more than I do.”

Cas snorted, accepting the mints and making a show of popping one into his mouth; Balthazar, for his part, applied a liberal amount of lip balm. “Right, then,” he said, smacking his lips together and pocketing the tube, “coffee?”

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Sic Semper Ad Astra

Thus Always To The Stars

Summary: In which Crowley falls, but not before leaving behind stars in the sky and love in his angel’s heart.

Pairings: Ineffable Husbands (Aziraphale/Crowley)

Warnings: unhappy ending (but it also takes place before the source material so the promise of a happy ending is there), minor amnesia at the end (but it is neither truly addressed nor does it have any lasting impact on the story), potentially upsetting alterations to the way god is normally perceived (aka i mess with religion a bit both so the story can work and for my own sanity), aaand let me know if i missed anything else

Word Count: 5388

A/N: an extraordinarily late gift for a friend, and my first leap into writing something for the good omens fandom (which, fair warning, will not be a common occurrence. at all.)

ao3

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Once upon a time, before the Earth with its land, sea, and sky, there were stars. Really, stars came before most things—they were, after all, the creation formed out of the very first elements in existence. They were hydrogen and helium, tied together with trace amounts of carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and iron, reacting to emit an intense heat. If you looked at them from afar though, you’d see only light, pure and brilliant.

This is what Raphael knew stars to be. It wasn’t really that he didn’t care what they were made of (though that was still true), it was more that the elements had yet to be named. For you see, before the stars and the galaxies and before even hydrogen and helium, there were angels who had more important things to do than waste their time coming up with names for the things they created.

Perhaps Raphael should have cared more for the details and names of his creations—names do hold power after all, and this was true even at the beginning of time—but he did have only six days to, with the rest of the angels, aid in the creation of an entire universe.

So you could say that he was a tad preoccupied.

In the end though, that didn’t matter. Names would come later: after the stars lit the heavens and the oceans filled with water, after the wind began to whip through the trees and Adam took his first breath. For now, Raphael was content with spinning light into stars and placing those glowing orbs into the emptiness of space.

It was while he was in a galaxy that would later come to be known as Alpha Centauri, flying the final beam of light around a star that Raphael first met Aziraphale. The other angel had somehow made his way into space and was now hovering a few feet away from Raphael and his star, gravity be damned (gravity hadn’t been named yet either, though it did exist—even, for the time being, in space). In all likeliness, Raphael wouldn’t have noticed Aziraphale for hours more if the angel hadn’t called out a chipper, “Hello! What might you be doing all the way out here?”

Raphael’s head whipped towards the voice, the star going temporarily ignored. He blinked at the new arrival, startled. Scientifically speaking, Aziraphale’s voice shouldn’t have reached Raphael. Space is a vacuum, and as such, sound isn’t able to travel in it. But angels aren’t exactly scientifically viable themselves, so rules don’t apply to them in quite the same way (if they ever did at all). That wasn’t the reason Raphael was so startled, though. Actually, he didn’t know that sound wasn’t supposed to travel in space in the first place. No, the reason Aziraphale had startled him was far more simple: Raphael was supposed to be alone out here. As far as he knew, he was the only one who was allowed to be out in space, forming stars or otherwise. He’d been just about to say so when he looked at Aziraphale—really looked at him.

Contrary to popular belief among some Christians, homosexuality has never been frowned upon by God. In fact, She has always considered it to be just as natural and beautiful as the love between a man and a woman. This may not seem relevant, but when Raphael saw Aziraphale floating in space, soft hair forming a halo around his head and backed by a void dotted with glittering lights that he’d placed there himself, it suddenly became so.

(Neither love nor attraction had been coined as such yet—only partially due to the fact that neither had been felt in the three prior days of the universe’s existence—but Raphael understood that he did feel something distinctly homosexual stirring as he watched this newcomer sit serenely in midair.)

Raphael had to fight to keep his jaw from going entirely slack as he stared at the angel for just a moment longer. Clearing his throat, he attempted to regain some semblance of dignity as he said, “I could ask you the same thing. I am supposed to be out here, but I sincerely doubt you are.”

“Well,” Aziraphale began, oblivious to Raphael’s slight (slight meaning very obvious to anyone that wasn’t Aziraphale) gay panic, “I’m not supposed to be anything yet, I don’t think. I’m a principality, you see, and with no humans having been formed for me to protect… I don’t believe I’m supposed to be anywhere.”

“Oh,” Raphael said, having only half-listened to Aziraphale’s explanation but having fully decided that gravity was completely unnecessary in space if ethereally floating angels were going to exist without it before waving it away. “You know, I really don’t think—”

“Ah! Where are my manners,” Aziraphale said, having known about manners for a few hours now (though he’d forgotten what they had said concerning interruptions), “I haven’t introduced myself!”

“You also didn’t let me finish what I was going to say, but—”

“Oh dear, that’s a part of ‘manners’ too, isn’t it?”

Raphael merely nodded, deciding not to point out that the angel had interrupted him again. It was best not to upset such a magnificent being, in Raphael’s opinion.

“I apologize, my dear.” (Pet names weren’t an official creation yet, but that didn’t stop them from causing the person on the receiving end of them to become hopelessly flustered.) “Now, let me try that again. My name is Aziraphale, and what should I call you?”

“Raphael,” Raphael said, pretending he hadn’t been affected by the pet name that had so clearly affected him (the term “blush” hadn’t been coined yet, but that’s what Raphael was doing, and it was painfully obvious to—yet again—everyone but Aziraphale).

“Well then, Raphael, what are you doing out here?”

“Right!” Raphael said, snapping himself out of whatever trance-like state seeing Aziraphale had put him in. “I’m an archangel, you see, and I’m the one who God tasked with creating the stars.”

“What are stars?” Aziraphale asked, cocking his head to one side as he floated ever nearer.

“Stars,” Raphael said, “Stars are these things.” He gestured towards the glowing sphere he’d abandoned a few moments ago before motioning for Aziraphale to come slightly closer. “They’re made of light and space stuff, see?”

“Mm,” Aziraphale hummed, unfurling his wings for the first time since Raphael had seen him in order to examine the star more closely. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so.” Raphael preened ever-so-slightly at the praise, a small smile gracing his face as he watched the angel continue to flit about.

“I do have a question about it though.”

“Oh?” Raphael frowned slightly, having not been expecting questions about his creation.

“What purpose does it serve? The star that’s closest to the human’s planet—”

“That would be the sun, and the planet’s Earth,” Raphael supplied, turning Aziraphale’s interruptions back onto him (this odd sort of justice still didn’t equate to good manners).

“Yes, the sun,” Aziraphale agreed. “The sun’s purpose is to sustain life on Earth, and Earth is the only planet God is putting life on, is it not?”

Raphael nodded, still unsure where Aziraphale was going with this.

“Well, if that’s the case, then why are stars needed out here? If they aren’t needed to sustain life, then why did She send you to create them?”

Raphael blinked. He hadn’t thought about this before. He’d been told to create more stars, and so he had. What did it matter if he wasn’t aware of their purpose? So Raphael merely shrugged, saying, “I assumed they were to encourage the spread of life to other planets, but I never really thought to question it. Why do you ask?”

“I think that everything we’ve been told to create is here for a reason, don’t you? It just seems odd to me that this would be an exception.”

“I guess,” Raphael agreed tentatively. “What are you getting at?”

“Well,” Aziraphale said, drawing out the word, “what if the stars weren’t an exception? What if their purpose is to be beautiful? What if they exist as a sort of beacon of hope for humanity, as a source of light even when their planet is cloaked in darkness? Think about it, Raphael. It would make sense, wouldn’t it? For there to be something with no purpose, just to give hope to humans in times where things seemed darkest? To give them light without pretense? Wouldn’t it be wonderful of the Almighty to do that for the humans? Don’t you think it’s just magnificent that She sent you to create something that’s sole purpose is to give hope?”

This time, Raphael’s jaw drops (he closes it again quickly, but it had dropped all the same). He never would have imagined the Almighty creating something purely to provide hope and beauty. Aziraphale was truly flipping his entire world upside down, but Raphael didn’t think he minded all that much. The way the other angel seemed to think about things held just as much beauty as the stars he claimed to be the epitome of it, and it all made Raphael want to know more about him.

Aziraphale was still watching him expectantly though, so Raphael nodded quickly. “I— yes. Yes, I do think it’s rather… magnificent, as you put it.”

The angel’s answering smile shone brighter than any star Crowley had ever created. “Oh, this is simply incredible. I’m so glad to have met you and your stars, my dear.”

“No,” Raphael frowned, waving the sentiment away. “You’re giving me too much credit. It’s you I should be thanking, really. You were the one who showed me the beauty in all of this, after all.”

“I suppose so. Even still, it is you creating that beauty, is it not? Without you, I wouldn’t have discovered the magic in this universe.” Aziraphale’s smile grew. “I’d say that makes us a pretty good team now, doesn’t it?”

“Uh. Ngk,” Raphael responded eloquently. “I guess so?”

Aziraphale let out a laugh like a silver bell.

When it became clear the other angel was content to simply watch him and wasn’t going to add anything else to the conversation at the moment, Raphael said reluctantly, “I think you should head back to Earth soon. I don’t want you to get in trouble somehow for being out here.”

“Is this your way of asking me to leave?”

Aziraphale’s tone had been teasing, but Raphael’s eyes went wide in horror at his own words anyway. “No! No, absolutely not. I truly have enjoyed your company, Aziraphale. I just don’t think anyone is really supposed to be out here. From what I hear, this place—space, I believe it’s called—is going to be deadly to humans. Angels too, most likely. I don’t want you to be hurt because I kept you here.”

“Are you trying to save me then? Oh, Raphael, that’s so kind of you!”

“I. Uh. Yes, thank you. I do my best.” Raphael told himself his face was not turning a brilliant shade of red, though that was an abject lie. Were it not for the cold vacuum of outer space, his face would very likely appear to be lit with real tongues of fire. “I can take you back, if you’d like,” Raphael heard himself offer. “I just have to finish lighting this star, and we can go back together.” Raphael paused, gathering light in his hands once more and, not wanting to sound too desperate to spend more time with Aziraphale, added, “So you don’t get lost, of course. That’s all.” The reassurance was far more for Raphael’s benefit than the other angel’s.

“I suppose I can wait, in that case. I’ve never watched a star being created before, I don’t think I’ll mind sticking around a little while longer.” Aziraphale turned an impossibly soft smile onto Raphael, who looked very deliberately in the opposite direction and didn’t answer.

Despite his attempt at stoicism, Raphael found a fond smile creeping across his own face as well. That smile stayed stubbornly in place as he sprinkled a handful of stardust over the galaxy, bringing the creation of Alpha Centauri to completion. And though he tried to stifle it, Raphael’s smile remained persistent even after he and Aziraphale returned to Earth.

With the memory of the angel who’d asked questions as pretty as he was etched into his heart, Raphael’s smile wouldn’t fade for a very long time indeed.

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Once upon a time, there was an archangel who brought the cosmos into being and once upon a time, there was a principality who became fascinated with him. The principality’s name was Aziraphale, and he most certainly had not been created to obsess over questions he was never supposed to have asked and angels he had never been supposed to meet, but obsess he did.

Since the universe had been created a few days before, Aziraphale’s curious mind had been constantly occupied with questions about it (angels hadn’t been created to be curious or to question the Almighty, but Aziraphale had never matched the idea of what angels were supposed to be). He wanted to know about the stars and the moon, the sun and the sky. He picked flowers if they caught his eye, and he asked questions about them as he breathed in their sweet perfume. Aziraphale gazed into the depths of the ocean, and he found that he wanted to learn about each wave that crashed to the shore, each creature that swam in its depths, and each drop of water that made it up.

But most importantly, he wanted to know why. Why were the stars and the moon only visible during the night when they were some of the most beautiful things in the world? _Why_did the sun—something that was created with the purpose to give life to all those who lived beneath its rays—have the potential to be so deadly? Why was the sky blue, why did roses have thorns, why did waves crash into the shore, and why was it all so beautiful?

(Aziraphale had his assumptions, naturally, but that could never and would never beat truly knowing.)

In any case though, his questions didn’t matter. It wasn’t as though they would be frowned upon, and it couldn’t be so bad that he wanted to know things. The pursuit of knowledge could hardly be considered evil.

(Right?)

(Wrong.)

Aziraphale, though, had no way of knowing either way. For you see, asking questions shouldn’t be considered evil. It wouldn’t be as time went on, but it was at the beginning. The Almighty would grow out of Her insecurities, and questions would become welcome once more. All beings are flawed, after all, and God Herself is no exception. The only difference between Her and us is that She was endowed with divine grace—that, and a great deal more time.

But this is getting far, far ahead of the story and is beside the point even if it weren’t. The Almighty doesn’t come to fully understand Her powers until much too late, for you can’t exactly raise an angel. Again, though: beside the point. This is not God’s story, so all you need to know is that questioning anything the Almighty did was, in the beginning, considered evil.

Aziraphale didn’t ask the ‘why’ of those most important questions, though. He never would have imagined that his very nature could have been considered twisted and wrong, so he’d never thought to dwell on the idea.

(Perhaps he should have.)

Even when he heard word of angels falling, Aziraphale didn’t think to question his own perceived ‘goodness.’

(Perhaps there are a lot of things that he should have done.)

It was only while he was being ushered along with the rest of the angels towards God only knew where to watch the spectacle of a lifetime that Aziraphale began to ask the right questions.

“Has anyone seen Raphael?” he asked someone walking beside him. They shrugged in reply, and a feeling of unease bloomed in Aziraphale’s chest.

“Do you know where Raphael is?” he said to another angel a few moments later. They shook their head, seeming not to know the answer either, and Aziraphale’s heart began to pound.

He wasn’t sure why he’d suddenly grown so nervous about his friend’s well-being. It wasn’t as though Raphael had ever done anything wrong. He was an angel in every sense of the word, and yet Aziraphale still felt his breaths growing more shallow by the second.

Just before his part of the crowd was about to enter what could only be called an arena, Aziraphale found a face he recognized at long last. It was not Raphael, but perhaps Gabriel would know more than Aziraphale did.

“Gabriel, you don’t happen to know where Raphael is, do you? It’s silly, but I can’t seem to find him and my chest has begun to seize up, which I can assure you is not a particularly pleasant feeling.”

“Aziraphale! Oh, it’s good to see you.” Gabriel’s height caused him to look down upon Aziraphale to talk to him, and that did nothing to ease his nerves. Still, he allowed Gabriel to continue. “Hadn’t you heard, though? Raphael is one of the angels who’s going to fall.”

“What?” Aziraphale let out a tiny laugh through which doubt ran so deep that could almost be considered a scoff. “Why would he fall?”

Gabriel shrugged. “I’m not privy to that sort of information, I’m afraid.” Aziraphale frowned. He wasn’t sure if angels could sense lies, but what Gabriel had said certainly sounded like one.

Perhaps it was because of this frown that Gabriel added, “And even if I did know, it’s not like I’d be allowed to tell you.” He laughed good-naturedly, though it held no mirth. “I guess we’ll never know some things, hm?”

“Right,” Aziraphale said, unconvinced.

“Well,” Gabriel concluded, clapping Aziraphale on the shoulders, “we should both head inside now, don’t you think?”

Aziraphale nodded, at a loss for words. For an angel so clever and with an endless stream of questions, having his words seemingly ripped from him was jarring. He shot Gabriel a smile to appease him, then entered the arena-like structure.

Still following the crowd, Aziraphale found himself being herded into a row comprised solely of stone benches a few feet from the ground. He sat, smoothing his robes in an effort to maintain some semblance of control over the situation he was in.

Heartbreak is one of the most painful things a human being can experience. It feels like fire ripping through you, like the most painful of burns scorching you from the inside out, like anger, like tearing, like blazing, searing heat.

Or it feels like ice covering every inch of you, like a numbness you can’t possibly explain, like pain, like breaking, like overwhelming, crushing cold.

Or it feels like a light going out or the shattering of glass or the last note of a song or like drowning beneath the waves of a storm-ravaged sea or the final word of a story you never wanted to end or like a black hole that steals all things good from the world.

And sometimes, it feels like nothing at all.

As of the day Raphael and the other angels fell, heartbreak hadn’t yet been invented, nor had it been experienced by any of God’s creations.

(They were lucky, in those days. Impossibly lucky.)

Though he wasn’t aware of what it was or understand what he was feeling, Aziraphale would be the very first of God’s creations to have his heart broken.

For him, it would feel like nothing a human could possibly comprehend. Angels feel so much more intensely than humans, so it would only follow that their broken hearts feel that much more like the end of the world. There’s no way the pain of it could ever be adequately described, but if you must imagine something, imagine having everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more (infinite love and happiness, sunlit days and moonlit nights, breezes and clouds whenever you wanted, dramatic reunions on rain-soaked streets, winters full of soft, fluffy snow that makes the world feel just a shade brighter, endless praise and fame and money and success (or if you’d prefer, a tight-knit family and the most wonderful friends you could ever wish for and comfort and warmth): all yours because you made it so) then imagine it was all physically ripped away from you in the same brutal way a heart would be ripped from a chest.

It feels exactly like that, only thousands of millions of times worse.

(Needless to say, Aziraphale was in for a treat.)

As he sat waiting for something—anything—to happen, Aziraphale fell back into his pool of questions. Why was Raphael going to fall? Why were any of the angels going to? God made both angels and humans in Her image, so why were they imperfect? Why was the world so cruel and unfair to someone Aziraphale cared for, why, why, why?

He didn’t know any of the answers, and worse, he didn’t know where to find them either.

He didn’t know why it was that when he spotted Raphael in the line of angels about to fall his heart leapt and his chest filled to the bursting with confetti butterflies, he didn’t know why his face felt warm when the soon-to-be-fallen angel flashed a smile at him. Aziraphale couldn’t seem to figure out why he was filled with so much grief on Raphael’s behalf and he couldn’t fathom why it was that he troubled himself so with the fate of an angel that he’d met only once (love works in strange ways among angels, but Aziraphale wouldn’t discover that until a certain someone’s little miracle involving a church, a bomb, and a bag of books caused him to finally look at him in the same way he had all those centuries ago).

No matter the answers to these questions though, Aziraphale still kept his eyes trained on Raphael, searching for any sort of clue written in the contours of his face. Raphael, in turn, switched his focus from the whispers of an angel next to him to answering Aziraphale’s questioning gaze.

Aziraphale was certain the dramatic movements of Raphael’s eyebrows were trying to convey some sort of message, but it was completely lost in translation. Seeming to realize this, Raphael merely shook his head, a soft smile lighting his face. He didn’t speak—Aziraphale wasn’t far from the ground, sure, but the arena was still far too large and full of far too much chatter for him to be able to properly hear anything—but Raphael seemed to be trying to say _some_thing _some_how (this was the first instance lip reading had to be employed, and while Aziraphale didn’t know the name for it, he was fortunate enough to be rather skilled in the practice nonetheless) and as though through magic, Aziraphale could tell what it was.

Raphael’s message wasn’t a long one (a long message would have been virtually impossible to translate, this being the very first use of lip reading and all), but it was filled with more gravitas in it than a few words had any right to be.

“We will meet again,” Raphael mouthed. “Someday, we will. I promise.” He then appeared to form words that looked to Aziraphale like “I love you,” but he didn’t think that was right and chose to disregard it. The first bit was a heavy enough weight for him to bear.

Raphael whispered that same phrase—the one that looked like “I love you”—again before the ground dropped from beneath him without warning, preamble, or fanfare.

Aziraphale’s mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Then his eyes closed, and his memories faded into nothing.

(He was fine, of course. Aziraphale would wake up in a few minutes and be told he had been created to replace an angel that had recently fallen. He would believe this lie, because why would he not?)

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Raphael had promised they would meet again (which was a promise he would make good on, and not only because angels simply don’t lie), but that wouldn’t be for a long, long while (the universe had only existed for a handful of days at that point though, so time was still very subjective and a long, long while may not seem long at all in hindsight). Aziraphale, however, wouldn’t remember that he knew Raphael for even longer still, and he wouldn’t find out the true reason Raphael fell for eons upon eons more—it wouldn’t be until after Armageddon (the first one, at least) that he learned the truth. He would learn, though. That much had always been written in the stars.

But, long, long before Aziraphale and Raphael would meet again though, even longer still before Aziraphale remembered that he knew Raphael, and eons upon eons more before Aziraphale learned the whole truth, there was a conversation.

“You sent for me?”

“Ah, yes, Raphael. Please, have a seat. There’s something I feel we, as archangels, should discuss.”

“What is it?”

“You look concerned, my friend, but there is no need to be. I assure you, everything is well. Or, at least, it will be.”

“That sounds awfully ominous.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean for it to. Neither of us will be affected by this, of course, so there’s no reason at all you should be worried.”

“I’m sure there’s no need for such theatrics, Gabriel. Just tell me why you wanted to see me.”

“Ah, of course. I’m sure you’ve heard word of what Lucifer has been saying, right?”

“About how he believes that he’s more worthy of ruling over the universe than—”

“Yes, about how he believes that he’s more worthy of ruling over the universe than the Almighty. Well, in any case, She is planning on doing something about that.”

…

“…Are you going to tell me what She’s going to do or are you expecting me to make a guess?”

“No need to be snippy, Raphael. I’ll tell you.”

“Well, go on then.”

“Don’t rush me, Raphael. The pause is for dramatic effect because what She’s planning to do is quite dramatic. And before you say anything, yes, I’m getting there.”

…

“…Are y—”

“So the Almighty! Has let slip that Lucifer might not be… around here much longer.”

“…And that means?”

“You’ve heard of Hell, right?”

“You mean the place deep within the Earth that the Almighty created as a—”

“Yes, the place deep within the Earth that the Almighty created as a direct opposite to Heaven.”

“I’ve heard of the place, yeah. What about it?”

“Well supposedly, from what I’ve heard, that’s where Lucifer is going to be sent. He’ll be cast out of Heaven, disgraced, dishonored, and with a name so besmirched he will never bother us again!”

“Huh.”

“And a few other angels will be sent with him, of course. Others that he’s drawn to his cause, those that have questioned Her too much, or were too prideful, or lusted for more power, you know.”

“I’m sorry, what was that middle one?”

“Being too prideful? You know, like—”

“I know what being too prideful is, Gabriel. I meant the other middle one.”

“Oh, yeah. There have been a few angels that questioned Her actions too much, like Azazel, Aziraphale—”

“Aziraphale? You can’t mean— Is he meant to be cast out with Lucifer and the others?”

“Yes, he is. Is that a problem?”

“I— no, not really, it’s just…”

“I’d choose your next words _very carefully _if I were you.”

“…Yeah, so it’s just that Aziraphale hasn’t questioned Her actions nearly as much as I have. Are you sure he’s meant to fall?”

“Hm, falling, I like that. We should use that instead of ‘cast out.’ Sounds a bit pretentious, if you ask me.”

“You’ve just completely missed the point.”

“Right. Well, if he’s supposed to fall, then, yes, I’d assume you are too.”

“You know, that’s not _actually _what I—”

“Huh. I thought you were better than this, Raphael.”

“Hang on, Gabriel, I—”

“I’ll have to arrange this with the Almighty, of course—”

“Gabriel—”

“—she’ll have to be alerted of this new development, and who better to alert her than m—”

“Wait!”

“Hm?”

“It… it’s, uh, completely my fault that Aziraphale asked questions in the first place. If I hadn’t met him, he wouldn’t have questioned anything.”

“So… what are you saying, Raphael?”

“I’m saying that if I fall, Aziraphale shouldn’t have to. With me out of the picture, he won’t question the Almighty anymore. He shouldn’t fall, I should.”

“I… huh. That makes sense, doesn’t it? His memory of you will have to be erased though, of course, so your influence is no longer hanging ove—”

“Yes, yeah, that’s fine. Was that all?”

“You know, I’m very disappointed in you, Raphael. You’re an archangel, you should be better than this. No angel should question the almighty, obviously, but—”

“Wonderful, I’ll be on my way then. Nice chat we’ve had.”

“Tsk, tsk. With the amount of disrespect for authority you show, I’m surprised I didn’t realize you didn’t belong here way earlier. Honestly, I should have known the whole Aziraphale debacle was your fault. He always was such a good angel.”

“Mhm. How ignorant of you.”

“I wish I could say I’ll miss you, but I’m afraid I’ll never miss a disgrace such as yourself.”

“Mhm. Yes, how could I have betrayed you like that.”

“Right? It’s positively despicable.”

“Mhm. Well, I’d better be off then. Nice knowing you, Gabriel.”

“I can’t say the same. Good talk, though.”

“The best.”

It was a conversation full of lies and other assorted deception, but a conversation that sealed the fates of both Raphael and Aziraphale nonetheless. It was a conversation that saved one angel and doomed another, but it was a conversation that Raphael would never regret having.

_________________________

As Raphael fell, he turned his gaze skyward, towards the stars he’d played a role in creating mere days earlier. He reached a hand towards them unconsciously, grasping for a world he no longer belonged to.

In later years, he would claim that he hadn’t fallen, not really, but instead had sauntered vaguely downwards. This was, of course, untrue. Raphael had fallen the same way all the other angels had: in a rush of blinding pain and eyes squeezed shut, face turned towards the last glimpse of Heaven they’d ever see. If you looked at it through that lens, Raphael was far from special.

It was, however, true that Raphael had metaphorically sauntered vaguely downwards. He didn’t fall in the same way the other angels had in that his fall had a certain sense of grace to it. He’d sauntered vaguely downwards in the sense that he’d left Heaven with a smirk in place up until the moment the ground dropped out from beneath him, and he’d sauntered in the fact that he remained confident in his choice to fall even as he took his very last angelic breath.

Sauntering vaguely downwards implies a sort of confidence in oneself, in one’s choices. Raphael had that in spades. For as long as his consciousness remained trapped in existence, Raphael would not wish—not even once—that he hadn’t chosen to fall in his angel’s place.

So in that sense, perhaps it was true that Raphael had not so much fallen as sauntered vaguely downwards.

And perhaps one day, when Raphael was no longer Raphael but Crowley instead, his angel would look up at the stars and remember the now-demon who had created them before falling in his place. Perhaps Aziraphale would remember too the love that had begun to grow between them, and perhaps he would understand why Crowley had made his sacrifice.

But that day was not the one Aziraphale was living because, as far as he knew, Raphael—or, as he was now known, Crowley—had never existed at all. All Aziraphale remembered of him was held in the stars Crowley had created once upon a time and in the way those stars lit up tears that fell from the angel’s eyes for reasons he couldn’t fathom.

_________________________

find other stuff i’ve written under #writings from the stars

[globrights]

do you know the thing that's like "you had me at x". well the words "youtuber mac" are the opposite of that I blacked out after seeing them and haven't been able to read anything past them

more about youtuber mac: 

he made 10 clickbait “i’m coming out” videos that he filmed over the years every time he found out he STILL had a super strong gay following 

every single one of those videos were basically him going on a rant about how god hates the gays, how homosexuality is a sin, and how they need to repent for their sins and be a totally straight god-loving catholic like him 

the videos get tons of views because he always has a boner the whole time 

his subscribers like to encourage him to make more by often commenting stuff like “sorry im still gay :(” “this video actually solidified my lesbianism” “my mom said she’ll only let me stop being gay if u post nudes”

he posts so many workout videos - he has a whole series on creatine shits and one of a very suspicious looking workout bike 

he also does collab videos with charlie, where they wrestle like they used to when they’d try out for school teams 

this culminated into them making the workout drink Fight Milk™, which they of course promoted on their respective youtube channels

charlie posted a full uncut vid of them making the drink but mac freaked out and made him delete it because he was afraid someone would steal their recipe 

a big thing about mac’s subscribers is that a lot of them claim to be watching it to make fun of mac/ironically tuning in to laugh at mac’s repression bc they think it’s funny/convinced it’s all a gimmick somehow  

but the truth is most of them are unironically in love with mac and want him to love himself and overcome his internalized homophobia

fight milk sales shot up after a video of mac saying “we jizz in the drink and that’s what makes it good” gets uploaded by someone who visited a bar that mac reportedly works at 

mac stopped collaborating with dennis for a few years bc loads of fans started finding and commenting on videos of their old collabs on his channel with stuff like “mm love that het content” “i was actually planning on going to straight church last sunday but then i saw this” “mac when you said god hates the gays you were right im god and i hate this” 

mac even deleted the videos and it made dennis upset and there were conspiracy theories on twitter supported by annoyed vlogs made by dee that mac and dennis broke up for an entire ass day before moving back in with each other again and the mac fandom thinks its the funniest fucking thing in the entire world they’re constantly joking about it (but not anywhere mac can see) 

eventually mac and dennis do make a collab video bc fans kept insisting especially since mac and dennis would still do many collabs with charlie but not with each other, demands for a macden collab soared after charlie posted a charmacden video that was just like the three of them going around to different animal shelters to look at cats (mac made them find a couple dogs too though) 

mac and dennis’ collab is basically a whole ‘day in the life’ vlog type thing which they decided to do on purpose bc a) they didn’t want to put effort into it bc they didn’t want to seem like they cared and b) they wanted to make a boring video (a hard task given how naturally entertaining they think they are but they think vlogs about nothing/regular days other youtubers put up are boring as shit so why not) but it ends up being like hella fucking romantic bc its just them both hanging round town, taking turns filming each other, laughing their hearts out, staring into each others eyes, looking away and blushing when things get heavy, and it’s literally over the most ‘mundane’ shit like them getting taco bell and going to the grocery store 

everyone who watches it is CONVINCED this is mac’s coming out video 

a lot of viewers soon find out that mac likely came out off camera to his friends after dee posts a couple videos and vlogs referencing/showing a trip to an official arbitration and p much everyone thinks mac and dennis will prob come on out about their relationship any day now 

but then dennis mysteriously posts videos about how he’s arrived in north dakota and replies to none of the comments asking about mac’s whereabouts 

on that same day, mac posts a video entitled ‘fuck u’ and it’s just a ten second shot of him and the gang (minus dennis) blowing up the range rover 

[hermannsthumb]

I have SUCH a thing for Hermann basically treating Newt as his own personal stress ball and honestly I think that the first kaiju war would've been easier on both of them if they'd known this. Breach calculations not cooperating? Time for Hermann to bury himself in Newt's chest. Funding gets cut? Hermann fucks Newt over his desk while squeezing his hips. Win-win.

Anonymous said: Hermann uses Newt's lovely chub as a stress toy. Hermann had to deal with a bunch of idiots? Time to squeeze Newt's butt. Hermann just got off the phone with his dad? Time to take a nap on Newt's soft tummy. Hermann is cranky because people were rude to him? Time to settle in for an evening between Newt's lovely thick thighs.

i wanted to write something porny in honor of the one year anniversary of charlie day bravely sacrificing himself for the gays but i wasnt sure what. but then....i remembered these.....more inspiration than anything but

not safe for work/18+/rated m below most of cut lol

Newt never expected his wild fantasies of Fame and Notoriety to actually go anywhere, or to become remotely substantial in nature. They were fun, and they were great motivators (save the world, and you’ll be on the cover of Times magazine and Hermann will be begging you for your time, save the world, and you’ll never have to schmooze for funding again), but he never thought they’d evolve beyond being just that--wild fantasies. Then, of course, they did. To a degree. No Times magazine, and no Hermann falling at his feet (Newt’s not sure he would’ve wanted that anyway), but they did have funding, they did have attention, and Hermann very much did have the time to shower Newt with attention.

Newt, to be quite frank, got tired of it all very quickly.

(Except the Hermann bit. Newt is very, very much a fan of Hermann showering him with attention.)

“How many more interviews do we have?” Newt sighs, not even bothering to take off his dress shoes before flopping down onto the hotel bed they’ve got for the night. The bed dips as Hermann, done up equally nice and fancy (he’s even done his hair), sits down next to him.

“Three,” Hermann says. “Oh--four. We’ve still got that video for Buzzfeed too.”

Newt groans into the bedspread, then rolls over and makes a face at Hermann. “I’m so tired,” he says. All he really wants to do is order, like, a bunch of French fries via room service, take a long bath, and then ride Hermann’s dick until they’re both too tired to do anything but cuddle under the fancy bedsheets. That’s all Newt ever really wants to do, though, so it’s not really a new desire.

Hermann begins to stroke back his hair. Newt makes a sound like a happy cat and leans into the touch. “I know, my love,” Hermann says. “I’m tired too.” Probably even more tired than Newt. Hermann’s always preferred to stay in the shadows (so to speak), never too interested in having extravagant praise heaped upon him in any form save for the occasional approving nod from the Marshal. Hermann’s a stellar guy, really. Brilliant (and bitchy) but humble. It makes Newt super horny.

Hermann’s hand starts to creep lower, down to the open collar of Newt’s nice white button-up, where he’s knotted his usual scrap-of-fabric tie. Hermann’s tried to toss it out three times since last week, under the pretense of it being completely ridiculous. Whatever, Newt likes it, even if he did get it at Hot Topic when he was fifteen. “Tired,” Hermann says again, “and a little stressed.”

Newt’s lips curl up into a grin. He knows where this is headed. “Stressed,” he says. “Really?”

Hermann’s deft, elegant fingers work open Newt’s tie. His buttons follow. A fingertip traces the column of his neck, his collarbone. “Mm,” Hermann says. “All those interviews, you know. Everyone wanting to know every minute little insignificant detail of our lives.” He spreads his fingers, palm down, across one of Newt’s pecs; Newt shuts his eyes and exhales sharply. “It takes a toll on a man.”

“Emotional?” Newt says. “Or physical?” He cracks an eye open. “Be a shame if you were too stressed to--”

“Certainly not to that extent,” Hermann says.

No, certainly not. Hermann’s got a libido for days. Even when his leg aches him too bad for him to do anything but lie there and pop some painkillers, he still gets a kick out of watching Newt put on a little show for him.

Newt doesn’t cave in and sit up and start kissing Hermann, like he knows Hermann wants him to. Playing hard to get and all. Then Hermann tweaks his nipple. “Newton,” he purrs.

“Uh-huh,” Newt gasps, and caves in.

Whenever Hermann was stressed back during the war--and Newt really did mean whenever, from minor inconveniences like being out of tea to coding errors that would take months to remedy--he would pull Newt into his lap and start squeezing him like a fucking stress ball or something. Anything from Newt’s ass to his thighs to his love handles was fair game. But Newt never really minded it. He loved it, actually. Especially when Hermann would decide it’d been a particularly long day and he didn’t just want to grope Newt for a bit. He wanted--needed--a bit more than that. Like now, after their horrible stressful experiences over the past two days of navigating the airport, hailing taxis, making small talk at a gala...

“You’ve been lying your ass off,” Newt pants, referring, of course, to the many interviews they’ve given lately about Their Part in the War Effort. “All that bullshit about no breaks, round the clock shifts. What else did you say? All work no play.”

Hermann, who’d been kneading his ass in a way Newt would deem pleasant, snorts. “I never once said that.”

“You implied it,” Newt says, and then he whines and rolls his hips down, arms beginning to tremble with the effort of propping himself up. “Oh, yes, baby, like that. Keep doing that.”

“Do it yourself,” Hermann says in wheezing laugh, but he digs his fingertips into the skin of Newt’s ass (hard enough, maybe, to leave some bruises, wouldn’t that be hot) and parts him just a bit wider, and Newt sinks down just a bit deeper. And that’s it, right there, that’s what Newt likes, Hermann screwing him nice and perfect while he’s holding Newt real tight and close. Fucking perfect.

“What the fuck was I talking about?” Newt moans.

“Er,” Hermann says. Sweat’s beading his brow, plastering his hair to his forehead. “Work?”

“Oh,” Newt says. “Yeah. What I’m saying is my ass basically won us the war. Kept you from cracking under all that strain.” If he wasn’t there for Hermann to fuck and squeeze like a little biologist-shaped toy (okay, and to, like, provide other facets of a loving relationship to Hermann), to keep him grounded, who knows if Hermann would’ve even made it past that very first year in Hong Kong? 

Hermann lets out a full-blown laugh at this.

“I’m serious,” Newt says, grinning. “You could start giving me some credit.”

Hermann reaches up and rubs at Newt’s nipple again, though he keeps one hand planted firmly on his ass. “Any suggestions on how to--oh, yes, darling--gracefully bring up that certain subject during the next one?”

Newt starts rocking his hips back and forth (pulling up so just the tip of Hermann is in him and then taking all of him back in, all one smooth, fluid motion that makes Newt see stars and Hermann’s eyes start to roll back). “Yep,” Newt says. A red flush is spreading down Hermann’s neck, all the way to his abdomen. “It was a lot of hard work for everyone involved,” he says, in the most professional, Hermann-esque voice he can muster. “And we had sex, by the way.”

“Frequently,” Hermann adds.

“Thoroughly,” Newt says. “Every day. There was not a single twenty-four hour period in which I, Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, did not stick my dick in Dr. Newton Geiszler at least once.”

“Typically,” Hermann stammers between deep grunts as he starts thrusting up into Newt, which Newt understands to mean he’s getting close, “typically more than once.”

“Hourly,” Newt agrees. “Imagine the headlines. World-saving scientists secret sex fiends! Newt Geiszler and Hermann Gottlieb are definitely banging!” His thighs have started shaking, too, along with his arms, and Hermann’s started letting out little whining ahs every time Newt bottoms out. “Prominent engineer Lars Gottlieb found dead of shock after estranged son exposed as rampant homosexual with a taste for biologists.”

Hermann immediately stops moving his hips. He makes a disgusted face, the sort of face Newt’s come to associate with any mention of his father whatsoever, but amped up by ten, and Newt thinks yeah, fair. “Newton, darling,” Hermann says. “Not while we’re making love.”

This drags a deep moan from Newt. “God, it’s so hot that you call it that.” He flattens himself against Hermann’s chest to kiss him, and Hermann responds enthusiastically.

[oumiyuki]

You know I know I like You like Arm Muscles

Summary: Anju keeps touching Shuka’s arm, feeling it, and Shuka knows, so she flexes every now and then for Anju to get to feel those arm muscles.

Cue the rest of Aqours reactions.

Pairing: AnShuka, KyanRika, Suwanya

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance

Author Notes

To @yeah-okaay-sure

Title is suppose to feel like Anju says, Shuka says, Aniu says, Shuka says, they both say it and then laughing together. Hehe. XD

May you enjoy~ XD

Anju loves Shuka's skin - that's a given fact. Anju doesn't even try to hide it as she rubs Shuka's hand in hers, admiring the smoothness of the shorter girl's skin before bringing her own palm up to her nose to catch a whiff of Shuka's scent.

If she stops to question what Shuka’s scent can be likened to, she won’t have an answer. She just know she likes “Shuka’s smell”.

Anju slowly moves her right hand up Shuka’s arm. Shuka glances over and Anju responds with a small smile.

“Don’t mind if I do.” was the message sent in that quirking of her lips.

“I don’t mind.” came Shuka’s respond by just staring into Anju’s brown eyes.

Anju let her fingers travel at a leisurely pace up Shuka’s arm, past the elbow and under Shuka’s sleeves. Just as Anju was about to give a short squeeze to Shuka’s arm, Shuka tightens her muscles, exposing her biceps. Anju couldn’t conceal her laughter that followed.

"Mou! Shuka!"

Shuka guffaws alongside her girlfriend. "You know you like this."

Anju squeezes and take in the feel of Shuka's arm muscle while her face muscles tried to pout and laugh at the same time. "I know you know...But still!"

Shuka does not wipe the megawatt and cheeky smile off as she playfully flexes her biceps again and again. Successfully leaving Anju a laughing mess - just the way she loves her.

All that laughing attracts the rest of Aqours to look over, and sure enough, the first to give an over reaction was their resident "old man" as Ainya-oji-san started making gay noises, almost as though she was caught between choking and squealing.

"Calm down, oji-san." Suwawa says as she uses this chance to hug the smaller girl.

Ainya somehow in between making her incoherent gay noises and pressing closer to Suwawa, "This Ainya-oji-san’s your girlfriend."

The ponytail girl smiles her trademark smile; a slight twitch of the lips and mirth in her eyes. "Yes, and I’m still telling you to calm down."

Rikyako walks past trying to pretend she's not interested with what's going on with her fellow character year-mates. But her glittering with fascination eyes gives her true intentions away. "I told you they are gay." (referring back to the legendary sexy home tutor episode where she said “one kana” aka "homosexual")

Aikyan was experiencing second-hand embarrassment from how openly flirtatious Anju and Shuka was being and started blushing on her own as she watched.

Arisa finds them cute and feels happiness for the two growing closer and closer with every day. She thinks this feelings shows on her face though it comes off as a confused-looking smile instead.

King was quick to switch her phone to camera and video mode on as she started filming AnShuka being gay again. Pretending to be a camerawoman as she zooms into Anju and Shuka's laughing faces and then Anju's hand on Shuka's muscles, "That’s good, that’s good. Mm. Your expression is real sweet there, Anchan. Shuka, you’re so gay."

AiAi stares amused and a tad taken aback at her friends. "I live with this every single time... Am I lucky or what?" And she gets into her Ruby act - hands in a prayer manner, back hunched. "C-Chika-chan? Y-You-chan..?"

Rikyako notices Aikyan blushing so she decides to point it out of pure fun. "Aikyan, are you blushing?"

Aikyan blushes more and looks away.

Ainya's gay senses tingles as she turns Suwawa and her around to look at her Guilty Kiss team mates. “She wants to do it with you too~”

Aikyan and Rikyako recoils at that accusation. “No!”

And now Rikyako is blushing too. “I don’t have muscles like Shuka does.”

“I don’t have a muscle fetish." Aikyan adds quickly.

Ainya's grin morphed into one of pure evil. “You heard her~ There are other parts that Aika-san wants to cope a feel of~”

“Wha-"

“Wha-”

“No!”

“Ehh??”

Aikyan flails her hand desperately in front of her while her pale cheeks flared red. Rikyako herself shook her head hard and glared at Ainya.

King turns to film them too; finding all these extra good material.

“Where are you looking at Aikyan?” Arisa asks nonchalantly, purposefully to tease Rikyako.

Rikyako makes eye contact with Aikyan and blushes harder.

“No- No where!”

Anju still touching Shuka’s arms blinks and takes a moment to look around them. “Is it just me or it’s really rowdy today?”

“Probably just you.” Shuka looks over to everyone. “Seems like every day to me.”

Anju giggles when Shuka flexes again. “Mmph.”

Author Notes

All these because Anju touches Shuka and Shuka flirts via flexing the muscles made of love. XD -chuckles-

I tried adding some Suwanya and Rikyako x Aikyan too. ^v^ The idea just popped out when I considered the rest of Aqours' reaction to Anshuka flirting openly in the dressing room. :P

I hope y'all like this~ XD

Leave a comment if you like! (And keep loving Shukabs~ ;D)