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[valkyriiii]

bentleys are ugly asfuck cars

[inevitably-ineffable-husbands]

Hi Steph! I hope you're doing alright :)

I only now realised that Crowley suggested the rainstorm, because he says they'll seek shelter and then 'one fabulous kiss and we're good'. Like, he didn't understand how kisses work in the beginning of the season and in the end he still doesn't. It's so sad that he reached out like that at the wrong moment.. Like, in the book it literally says he's an optimist, so he must've held out some hope that that would fix everything and make Aziraphale realise 'they were made for each other' I'm in pain.

(Also: Did you see how after Aziraphale takes the car, not only does it change (and follow him like a puppy), but Shax can't materialise in it? She waits in the door and asks him to invite her. As if it was his property. ...Our car indeed xD Crowley honestly must have accepted that in his heart. Like isn't that sweet.)

Also I love your blog so much. Honestly, I read pretty much every post <3 If I could send asks on my sideblog (sb in real life knows my main and I'm not mixing fandom and rl), I totally would.

Hey Nonny!!

AHHH Thank you so much for your kind words!! I'm glad you enjoy my blog and your time here, and it means the world to me that you read all of my posts! LOL I feel ya on the sideblog thing, I wish Tumblr let you switch between them for asks.

YEAH, the rain thing still fucks me up, because he is, at heart, a romantic and (as you said) an optimist, so he genuinely thought the kiss would fix everything. I also think he thinks the canopy is romantic because it's a core memory for him as the first kind gesture Aziraphale did for him after his Fall, after the First Rain. AND I genuinely believe it's his wish as well, to be caught in the rain under a canopy with Aziraphale to recreate their kind gesture to each other... I think this BECAUSE one of the first promo photos for S2 was the two of them, under an umbrella (canopy) in the rain, leaning into each other. It's not just Nina's deepest desire, it's Crowley's as well. Only this time, he wants them looking into each other's eyes. I think he thinks that was the missing element that kept them from VaVooming, so yeah, he's craving that deeply.

So it is very sad that he thinks the kiss will solve all their problems, when really, they NEED to communicate. They're NOT seeing each other properly, and they haven't all season during the modern scenes. They talk around each other, and avoid things, but never discuss things, really. And Honestly, Crowley had the right idea, but SHIT-ASS timing. They were both angry, hurt, and over-emotional after everything, and Aziraphale was already being manipulated at that point to where he fears Crowley and himself being retaliated against for loving each other (remember, Azzie DOESN'T know why Gabe was cast out; from his perspective, it was because he fell in love with a demon). And Crowley, well, his ridiculous devotion to protect Azzie from all the bad in the world is his downfall, and why Aziraphale is in the mess he's in now. GUH, I need them to finally talk.

The WHOLE SCENE was SO deliciously beautiful in a very angsty way, I loved it so much.

And regarding the car... OMG I DIDN'T even notice that about Shax!! You're ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. The car became a space where Aziraphale needs to allow someone into Crowley's heart it. So YEAH, shit you're right! That said, Crowley loves Azzie so much, it's very sweet that the Bentley is essentially a manifestation of his feelings for Azzie.

Thank you again for your ask, and I hope you continue to enjoy your time here!! <3 <3

[somegoodomens]

So Crowley having a moment with his Bentley, sitting behind the wheel and going “Listen to me, wherever he goes, you go. I want your lights on him at all times, got it, love? If he gets into trouble and you have to run someone over then that’s alright, but not a scratch on your beautiful paint. Deal?” is basically almost canon.

This is so fucking adorable. The Bentley loves Aziraphale so much, just like Crowley…

[jinghestation]

i finally started The Influence by Bentley Little and unfortunately i do like the main character in the way one might like a really really stupid hamster. like oh my son you don’t know what’s about to happen.

[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale paid Maggie a visit during opening hours, to see how she was getting on.

After some polite chit chat and dodging some rather awkward questions, he spotted a Velvet Underground record and was reminded of a brief snipe Crowley had made at him in the Bentley once.

On impulse, he bought it.

Hiding it beneath his overcoat and pressing it to his chest, Aziraphale walked slowly back to the lift to Heaven, wondering what this not-bebop would sound like.

[ropebuny]

could you please post a list of kinky movies???

other than Secretary cause I already know that one haha

I actually haven’t seen that one yet ! it’s been on my watchlist for forever, I need to get around to watching it. and I haven’t actually seen many kinky or erotic movies unfortunately, so pls ignore how bad this list is but. I did my best ok. also pls keep in mind I haven’t seen every single one of these listed movies yet but I added them because their descriptions seemed to fit in here

bloodsisters: leather, dykes, and sadomasochism (1995) dir. michelle handelmann

videodrome (1983) dir. david cronenberg

crash (1996) dir. david cronenberg

from beyond (1986) dir. stuart gordon

good boy (original title: meg, deg & frank) (2022) dir. viljar bøe

belle de jour (1967) dir. luis buñuel

blue velvet (1986) dir. david lynch

the night porter (1974) dir. liliana cavani

venus in fur (2013) dir. roman polanski (🤢🤢🤢🤢)

venus in furs (1969) dir. massimo dallamano

sleeping beauty (2011) dir. julia leigh

the slave (1969) dir. pasquale festa campanile

liza (1972) dir. marco ferreri

the laughing woman (1969) dir. piero schivazappa

the forbidden photos of a lady above suspicion (1970) dir. luciano ercoli

the punishment (1973) dir. pierre-alain jolivet

successive slidings of pleasure (1974) dir. alain robbe-grillet

the story of o (1975) dir. just jaeckin

crimes of passion (1984) dir. ken russell

tightrope (1984) dir. richard tuggle

seduction: the cruel woman (1975) dir. elfi mikesch, monika treut

tie me up! tie me down! (1989) dir. pedro almodóvar

female misbehavior (1992) dir. monika treut

bitter moon (1992) dir. roman polanski (🤢🤢🤢🤢)

basic instinct (1992) dir. paul verhoeven

bound (1996) dir. lilly & lana wachowski

strictly speaking (1998) dir. kirk demorest

tops & bottoms (1999) dir. christine richey

first love (2004) dir. matteo garrone

s&m judge (2009) dir. erik lamens

be my slave (2012) dir. tōru kamei

kink (2013) dir. christina alexandra voros

wetlands (2013) dir. david wnendt

folsom forever (2014) dir. mark jensen

mr. leather (2019) dir. daniel nolasco

saint-narcisse (2020) dir. bruce labruce

divinely evil (2020) dir. gustavo vinagre

I cut your flesh (2020) dir. samhel

the pleasure of rope (2015) dir. bob bentley

fetishes (1996) dir. nick broomfield

venus in furs (1995) dir. maartje seyferth, victor nieuwenhuijs

new love in tokyo (1994) dir. banmei takahashi

the bedroom (1992) dir. hisayasu satō

beyond vanilla (2001) dir. claes lilja

the piano teacher (2001) dir. michael haneke

salon kitty (1976) dir. tinto brass

the duke of burgundy (2014) dir. peter strickland

pvt chat (2020) dir. ben hozie

in the basement (2014) dir. ulrich seidl

leap year (2010) dir. michael rowe

fruits of passion (1981) dir. shūji terayama

o fantasma (2000) dir. joão pedro rodrigues

a snake of june (2002) dir. shinya tsukamoto

islands (2017) dir. yann gonzalez

querelle (1982) dir. rainer werner fassbinder

sex, lies, religion (1994) dir. annette kennerley

love (2015) dir. gaspar noé

moonlight whispers (1999) dir. akihiko shiota

cruising (1980) dir. william friedkin

trans-europ-express (1966) dir. alain robbe-grillet

[leylayilmz]

"Ouch.. sounds like a long one. —Billie! Stay away from that tree!" She knew her daughter was planning on climbing it, just by looking at her. Billie wasn't even a few yards away from it before Leyla caught on. She knew her girl too well. "She's my gym," the brunette joked, cracking a smile. "Well, take all the time to rest that you need. Don't let me stand in your way. In fact, if you need the whole bench.." She was feeling generous today.

Hearing hearing he opened his eyes and let out a sigh as he was trying to wake himself up."You can say that" he looked around at the kids. Glad he didn't have one he didn't want to deal with all of that. "Just the gym before work then a 10-hour day..." he said. It was normal for him but he knew it would be a lot for most. "But I cant sleep here I just needed to rest" since he was walking home today since he did like to do that sometimes.

[neil-gaiman]

Not an ask but a HUGE secret thank you. At the British Library on Tuesday, Rob chatted to me before everyone else arrived, and when he saw my coffee cup I'd been given on the set tour, which I'd got Derek Jacobi to sign for me, Rob very VERY kindly asked if I'd like him to take it to ask you to sign it as well. I hadn't wanted to ask myself, as the event email had said you wouldn't be signing anything that night. He also even MORE kindly offered to ask if you might sign my occult edition book as well. I just wanted to thank you SO much for doing so, it really made my day! The print of the Bentley ink drawing I did I wanted to give you, as it was Good Omens that inspired me to learn how to draw. I did that back in 2020, and the stickers are ones I drew after I became more accomplished. As a final note, when David Tennant signed the book in huge letters right under the title, he said "I'm going to write it there like I've written it, I feel like Neil would approve of that." Anyway, thank you for everything, and also for making me cry as well as laugh reminiscing about Terry.

You're so very very welcome. It was a magical event. I kept expecting Terry to come up on the stage.

[elenthyaolyenths]

Full-Colour Practice & Discord Announcement

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and here, a little test-colour pratice I did for my wrist physiotherapy. Whadda you think? (made with one of my old Red Art below the cut)

Thank you all for supporting me! We slowly approach the anniversary of my first GO publication. There is so many things I would like to do for the occasion... Will I manage everything? Wait & see!

But for now, let me introduce you to our new Discord 🐍🪽The Nice and Accurate Network🐍🪽

We are a small and friendly community, and we love and share everything about GO: fanfictions, Art, general talks, theories about season 3... We even have our own South Downs Cottage for sharing our irl hobbies or having writing/arting sprints and fun!

Come and join us! There is a few "sharing-WIPs" categories where I already feel like home, and I will probably post exclusive WIPs only there!

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[sunsets-and-crows]

I Wanna Be Yours - Chapter 5

Pairing: Sylus X Reader

Words: 5.5K

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Tasked with infiltrating the life of Sylus, the most wanted man in the N109 zone, you're torn between what is right and feels right, blurring the line between duty and desire. As danger escalates, you must decide whether to carry out your mission or succumb to the magnetic pull of the man you're meant to destroy. In this game of power and obsession, betrayal could cost you everything.

Content warnings ⚠️

Dark Themes, Yandere! Reader and Yandere! Sylus! Power play. Violence and Gore. Smut: mutual masturbation. Stalking/surveillance. Reader slowly losing her mind. Sylus being hot and a menace. TRIGGER WARNING: stalking and dubious consent. Graphic deptictions of violence.

If you feel there’s any other warnings I need to add then please reach out and let me know!

It had been a good four months since you started surveilling Sylus and maybe three since he had begun to indulge in his own monitoring of you. Now, Sylus craved more. He was no longer content to just watch you from behind a screen. The few occasions he’d been able to see you in person had lit a fire within him and after that night at the club, well a turning point had been met, sparking a need so profound that it couldn’t be ignored. It gnawed at his perfectly maintained control. You’d looked so tempting and responded perfectly to every taunt and tease he threw your way, whether you were aware of it or not. The memory was intoxicating. Everytime he pictured you, he could see the heat in your eyes, or the clenching of your fist. You radiated fury. You were stunning when you were pissed off. The thought of that fury turning to passion sent his pulse racing. 

Now, here he was, parked in the heart of Linkon City, leaning against the leather interior of his sleek black Bentley. The tinted windows provided the perfect cover, granting him a vantage point to watch you without risking discovery. The Hunter’s Association might have called this their playground, but Sylus knew didn’t care. He thrived in danger, danced with it like an old friend, and besides, his own little watchdog was sitting right in front of him, blissfully unaware of his presence.

The cafe across the street radiated warmth in the chill of the autumn evening. Its soft, golden light spilled out into the dusky evening, promising a warm, cozy refuge. It looked inviting. Its patrons nursing steaming mugs,and chatting happily with their friends. It was all irrelevant to him. Sylus’ sharp carmine eyes were locked on you.

You sat by the window, bathed in the golden light of the Edison bulbs, your hair catching the light as it framed your face and your eyes fixed on your computer screen. Your expression was captivating, a subtle furrow in your brow, lips slightly parted and the sharp focus of your eyes. Whatever you were working on, you were completely engrossed. Your fingers moving rhythmically across the keyboard, your concentration completely unbroken despite the hustle and bustle that surrounded you. All of it told him you were working on something important. 

Sylus leaned back slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. There was something deeply satisfying about this - watching you like prey while you remained oblivious to his presence. He figured that this must be the same kind of thrill that you got from watching him so attentively. But you weren’t just prey, he reminded himself. You were too sharp, too driven for that. Still, the idea of you being under his watchful gaze, so unaware, sent a thrill through him and left him thinking about you far too often for his liking. 

Your outfit was simple but endearing - a denim dungaree dress over a white sweatshirt, perfect for the brisk weather. Your bare legs, exposed to the chill, sent his thoughts back to the vision of you in his club. A vixen. Dressed up just for him. That dress - short, daring and tight enough to be a second skin - had nearly undone him. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. His driver didn’t need to see him in that kind of moment of weakness and he couldn't get distracted. Not here. Not now.

He returned his attention to your movements - the tension in your shoulders, the way your fingers drummed idly against the table when you paused to think. You were diligent, so focused that the world around you seemed to fade into irrelevance. 

“She’s wasted on them,” Sylus murmured, his voice low and rough with disdain. The Association didn’t deserve someone like you. They didn’t see your potential, your drive, your strength. But he did. You belonged somewhere better - somewhere like Onychinus. His lips curved into a smirk as the thought took root. You’d fit beautifully working under him, perhaps even at his side. The thought of you under his command, working tirelessly to please him, sent a spark of satisfaction through him. You’d thrive in his world, he thought. You’d rise higher than you ever could in the Hunter’s Association, and he would reward you handsomely for your… loyalty.

He could picture it clearly; you in his office, seated across from him, your keen mind focused on the operations of his organisation. You’d argue with him, challenge him, and he’d enjoy every second of it. The image was tantalising, almost too perfect. In return, he’d give you everything, a salary that rivaled any you’d received before, a space at every boardroom table, and of course the finest clothing that money could buy, each piece tailored to fit you perfectly. Only for him to pull you into his office, lock the door and ease you from each expensive layer, discarding the material across the floor so he could take you on his desk, peeling away those layers of sharp professionalism to claim you as his. He closed his eyes and sighed, once more finding the need to reel his desires back in and control himself. 

Sylus sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment to rein in his spiraling thoughts. His hand twitched toward the door handle, the temptation to confront you tugging at him like a siren’s call. How would you react if he walked into the café? Would you stiffen under his gaze, your composure cracking? Would your breath hitch if he leaned just a little too close? The thought amused him, but he dismissed it. Not yet. He wasn’t ready to end this game of cat and mouse - He wanted to see what your next move would be.

Later that evening, Sylus sat in his dimly lit study, the glow from the monitor casting shadows across the sharp angles of his face. The computer displayed everything he had on you, each piece of data he had meticulously gathered and organised over the months he had been researching you. And there was plenty for him to enjoy. 

Your full name glowed on the screen in neat, official letters, accompanied by a wealth of information: hospital records, government documents, your lease agreement, employment contract, and even your social media accounts. The details painted a picture of you that only he had the privilege to see, some details so scandalous that even your friends might not know them. Interesting, that you had protocore syndrome, and an aether core at that too, just like him. The parallel wasn't lost on him. 

He didn’t stop there though. He hadn’t just dug into your life; he had unearthed the hidden layers of your past as well. You had left your hometown years ago, severing ties with your parents - if they could even be called that. They hadn’t been much more than placeholders, offering little in the way of love or support. Sylus doubted they had even noticed your absence. It was no wonder you struggled with attachments - your upbringing had left you adrift, grasping for something to anchor you. He admired your strength for walking away from such a hollow life, but the scars it left fascinated him.

And then there was Noah.

Sylus’ eyes narrowed slightly, the name practically glaring at him from the page. A bland photo of the bland man accompanied it. Everything about him was unremarkable, an average face, average height, average hair colour. He practically screamed beige. Sylus clicked his tongue as he looked at the information the screen presented him with. The only interesting thing about dear Noah was the smirk that rested on his face. And that just pissed Sylus off, he wanted to erase it. 

This was the man you had been consumed by previously? He couldn’t quite pinpoint why the thought had him bristling. He wasn’t jealous, no that would be far too beneath him. Perhaps his issue was more that you had had such poor tastes before your infatuation with him had started. As if somehow, that fact made him and Noah comparable in some way. Or, more likely, it was the way your story with Noah had ended - the ridicule, the humiliation and the pain that had driven you to start over in a new city.

Sylus didn’t hesitate as he looked over the audio logs that he’d been sent. Linkon’s therapy network was terribly protected considering the sensitive information their databases contained -  he’d have to remember that for the future. 

He played the first audio file. Your voice played softly through the speakers, shaking yet determined as you spoke to the therapist. You sounded different to how he imagined, better in fact. Your words were guarded, like you weren’t entirely sure if you should trust the professional sitting across from you. It was smart of you to hold some parts of yourself back, but it irritated him nonetheless, he wanted to know more than you were letting on. 

17 sessions later and and Sylus found what he was looking for. Sylus leaned back in his chair and fixed his sights on the empty one across from him. He imagined you sitting there, telling him the story of your ill fated attraction to the lesser man. 

As he listened, his irritation grew and grew, morphing into white-hot anger that danced under his skin and caused his evol to flare, the energy begging to be released, to crush and maim. He could hear the pain in your voice as you described Noah’s cruel words, your panic and the way his fist felt as it connected with your face. The sound of your teary sniffles filled his ears as you let yourself cry. He turned it off as the therapist began to weigh in on the situation. As far as he was concerned, her opinions were irrelevant. 

Sylus’ fingers tightened on the edge of his desk. He played the recording twice more, trying to gauge the situation, his jaw clenching harder each time. The thought of someone so unworthy of you not only occupying your thoughts but also daring to hurt you? It was unforgivable.

He wasn’t angry at you. How could he be? No, his fury was directed squarely at the arrogant man who had taken your vulnerability and stomped all over it. Sylus wasn’t the kind of man who let things go. He glanced at the time. You would still be safely tucked in bed, out of sight and out of trouble for now. That gave him plenty of time to make a quick trip without you finding out his destination. 

His gaze lingered on the photo of Noah, his irritation morphing into a cold, lethal resolve. This man had not only hurt you but had dared to leave scars that Sylus now carried with him. It wasn’t jealousy, he told himself - it was justice. You deserved retribution, and he would deliver it.

The crisp afternoon air felt sharp against your skin, the waning sunlight casting a warm glow over the crowded streets of Linkon City. The ever-present hum of life filled the spaces between your thoughts as you jogged through the city. Each turn, crack and crosswalk was familiar to you. This was our home afterall, no matter how distant you felt from the ordinary people that filled the streets. You had been jogging for close to 45 minutes now, your mind an endless run of thoughts about your next moves.

The folder containing your Hunter’s Association-provided alias sat on your desk back home. It had been untouched for weeks now - partly because you already knew every detail of it, but mostly because it irritated you. Natalie Moore, they had named her, a runaway from the outskirts of the N109 zone, desperate to escape a debt-riddled family and willing to do anything to start fresh. Natalie was meant to serve as your way into the upper echelon of the N109 zone, to allow you to enter into clubs, meetings, balls and even auctions… by posing as a waitress or a bartender. You scoffed at the thought.

Natalie was limited, small. There was no way that Natalie would get you what you wanted.

The fact that the Hunter’s Association had created such a lowly alias spoke of two truths. Either they had no clue about what a man like Sylus truly needed or wanted or, they had no faith in your ability to get close to someone like Sylus. Maybe it was both. With Natalie you would be forced to scrape along the edges of his world, and report back with whatever scraps of information you could get. Getting to interact with him would be hard enough,  but gaining his trust would be impossible. They could kiss their original plan goodbye.

Yes, you’d completely abandoned their cause by now, but that wasn’t what was important! There was no room for ambition in the Association’s plan - only caution. As if Sylus wouldn’t see through something so shallow, so beneath him. No, if you were going to get close to him, and god you hoped you would, you needed to meet him on his level. You needed to be someone worth his attention. Natalie Moore was definitely not that person. 

Your decision came easily after that. Abandoning the Association’s mission was one thing, but allowing them to know that was another thing entirely. They would know if you used their alias, were keeping tabs on it and tracking the movements made by it, so you had to use it somehow. If they wanted you to be a shadow, then fine. But you would decide what kind of shadow. And you would need another, someone more elite and respectable. Someone in the same social sphere as Sylus, that you could use to finally meet him in person. 

The jog back home seemed easier with your new resolve, your footsteps lighter and less  filled with uncertainty. 

The subdued outskirts of the N109 zone had a very different energy from its chaotic core. The streets were quieter here, less crowded but no less dangerous. The buildings were worn down, their façades crumbling under the weight of neglect and time. The sunset’s golden rays just barely reached this far out of Linkon, the weakened rays leaving a warm glow on the buildings’ crumbling facades. Despite all of it, the cast shadows were just as dangerous as the ones in the centre of the N109 zone, the danger all too familiar. You couldn’t forget that, in this place, the wrong move could get you killed - or worse.

You walked briskly, pulling your coat tighter around you and ducking your head low. You’d dressed practically, blending in just enough with the locals to avoid unwanted attention, but it was not enough to settle your nerves. The outskirts may not have been the heart of the zone, but danger was woven into every corner of this place. 

You jumped as the fluttering of wings broke you from your thoughts. A single black crow perched on a rooftop, its gaze locked on your hurried steps. It cawed, breaking you from your reverie and ushering you to hasten to your destination.

Finally, Axel Kane’s shop came into view. The rusted signage flickered weakly above the door, the neon letters barely legible after years of being neglected. Repairs and More, the sign read. The “more” was what had brought you here. Axel was known as a fixer, someone who could get you just about anything you wanted if you had the money and the patience for his personality. You had both - or at least, enough of the former to outweigh your lack of the latter. You’d emptied your bank of your savings a few days ago, in preparation for…something. You didn’t know what just yet.

You stepped inside, the door creaking loudly behind you making the hairs on the back of your next stand up. The smell of metal and grease hit you immediately, mingling with the faint tang of burnt circuitry. Axel was seated behind his cluttered counter, his cybernetic eye flickering faintly as it focused on you. He looked up from the object he’d been tinkering with, his expression shifting from disinterest to vague amusement.

“Well, if it isn’t the Association’s little puppy dog,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair and fixing you with a smirk. “Y/N! What brings you to my fine establishment today? Need something fixed, or are you here to sulk?” 

Axel was someone you knew well. When you’d first moved to Linkon, your life had been a mess. It was only natural that you’d fallen in with the wrong crowd before you’d ended up at the hunter’s training centre. Axel was somewhat of a friend to you in those times. You’d met him in a bar of all places, one of the most run down establishments you'd ever had the misfortune of being in, but the alcohol was cheap and your worries were mighty enough to require copious numbers of them. 

That’s not to say that Axel was a safe person to rely on however, but at the end of the day you’d gotten him out of a few issues a while back and he owed you a favour.

“Axel,” you smiled, turning on some charm to try and appease him. His eyes flashed with something unrecognisable, was it fear? “I need an alias,” you said, cutting straight to the point.

Axel raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Hmmm, I thought you had your great Hunter’s Association tending to your every need these days, have you had a lovers’ spat and come crawling back to me?” He said in his signature drawl. 

“How did you know about that?” You asked. He levelled you with a stare as if to call you dumb for even asking. “Yes, I’m on a mission but the alias they gave me is terrible! The person I’m tailing is going to see right through it!” You explained. 

Axel huffed out an amused laugh, “So you’ve finally outgrown the Association’s scraps, have you? What’s wrong with good ol’ Natalie?”

You sighed, giving him a look. “Well, since you already know about her, it means others will already know about her. That and she’s nowhere near the type of person I need to be,” you replied, your tone clipped. “She’s not going to get me into the right places.”

Axel let out a low whistle, leaning forward with a glint of curiosity in his gaze. “Big ambitions for someone working for the suits. You sure you want to play this game, sweetheart? It’s a dangerous one.”

You met his gaze evenly, steeling yourself against his questioning and your own worries about your capabilities. “Can you do it or not?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, I can do it. Question is, can you afford it?”

You rolled your eyes, taking out a wad of cash from your bag and handing it over. “You’ll get the rest when I get my alias,” you said. 

Axel looked at you in shock as you handed him the cash. He was equal parts impressed and concerned. “Nah, I owe you kiddo, don’t think I’ve forgotten that. This,” he waved the money in the air, “this will be more than enough.”

With that Axel got to work.

“She’s gonna need a name,” He said, not looking up from the screen as he crafted your new persona.

“Seraphina Bellmont,” you said without hesitation. The name had come to you on the walk over and you were quite proud of it. Seraphina Bellmont. It was elegant and commanding, a name that belonged to someone who didn’t just exist in a room but owned it, commanded it.

Axel let out a low hum of approval. “Not bad. What’s her story?”

“An heiress,” you said, having already put together the minor details you would need to memorise. “Just returned from studying business in Paris and is preparing to take over her family’s weapons business. Wealthy, ambitious, and most importantly well-connected Axel.”

Axel chuckled, his fingers flying across the keyboard. “Now that’s a story. Daddy’s little princess, ready to play with the big boys. I like it.”

The details didn’t take long to flesh out after that. Axel was many things - sarcastic, abrasive, and infuriating - but he was also efficient. He’d earned his reputation fair and square over the years and his work showcased exactly why he was so notorious. He got to work, pulling up files and templates on a screen that looked far too advanced for the rest of his rundown shop. You stood nearby, watching as he crafted your new identity piece by piece.

By the time Axel finished, Seraphina Bellmont was as real as you needed her to be. He handed you a folder filled with meticulously crafted documents - bank statements, business licenses, even a fabricated family history. There were photos of lavish events “you” had attended in Paris, carefully curated social media posts, and a list of high-profile contacts you could name-drop if the occasion required it.

“This is good work,” you admitted, flipping through the hefty folder of information.

Axel smirked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms behind his head. “Of course it is. It’s me after all, I didn’t get to where I am by doing the bare minimum. She’s airtight and well rounded. But be careful with this, sweetheart. Just because Seraphina looks real doesn’t mean you are. One slip-up from you, and it’s over.”

You nodded, tucking the folder into your bag. “I’ll manage, Axel.”

As you turned to leave, Axel’s voice stopped you. “You know,” he said, his tone unusually serious, “this is a risky game you’re playing. You sure you’re ready for it? You never know what’s gonna happen when you get involved with this guy.”

You glanced back at him, your expression calm but questioning. “I never said it was a man.” You stated levelling him with a hard gaze before sighing and dropping it. “Regardless, I have to be, there’s no room for failure now, I’m in too deep.” 

Axel nodded once and watched as you turned to leave. He sighed and rubbed his chin as he thought about your conversation. It had been years since he’d last seen you and now you turn up looking for an alias to get you close enough to the most dangerous man in the N109. A man who knew your exact movements yet allowed you to continue your doomed mission. He agreed, you were in far too deep. “Deeper than you know sweetheart.” He muttered to himself as he heard the door slam shut on your way out. 

Walking back through the streets of the N109 zone, you felt the weight of the folder against your hip, a constant reminder of the choice you’d made. Natalie Moore had been given to you, a tool of the Hunter’s Association. But Seraphina Bellmont? She was yours. She was a weapon you had forged and intended to wield to further your own cause.

As you reached the border where the N109 zone ended and Linkon began, your mind was already racing ahead. How you could use Seraphina to get closer to Sylus, closer than the Association could ever hope to get you. How you could walk into his world as an equal, not as a spy hiding in the shadows. You didn’t know if it was the right decision, but you didn’t care. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you were in control. 

A pair of crimson eyes watched as you left the shop and started your journey back to Linkon. Mephisto’s calculating gaze monitored your every movement from its place on the roof of a nearby building, ever present, ever recording for his master.

The streets of Noah’s neighbourhood grew more and more dilapidated as he drove through them. It was a far cry from the polished world of Sylus’ empire in the N109 zone. The flickering street lights cast eerie shadows over the dilapidated houses, their cracked facades and overgrown lawns speaking of neglect. Sylus stepped out of his car, dressed down in a plain suit and cap that disguised his usual striking appearance. 

He couldn’t believe the state of your hometown. Each road, filled with lifeless houses and run down social areas, hell even the park was barren of life of all kinds. How could such a bland place be the birthplace of a spitfire like you? 

Noah’s house was as unimpressive as the man himself, its exterior chipped and weathered. Sylus sneered at the thought that this could have been your future, that in another universe, you were here with Noah, in this shitty little town having his disgusting spawn. It made his skin crawl. Sylus approached the door with the calm confidence of a predator, knocking once and slipping on his practiced, disarming smile. 

Noah’s face was as forgettable as his photo, but the arrogance in his posture was palpable. "Yeah?" he asked, suspicion evident in his tone.

"Good evening, Mr Noah is it?" he asked, his voice smooth and polite. 

“What’s it to you?” Noah responded clearly on guard.

 "My name is Mr Skye, I’m with LTR broadcasting agency,” Sylus began smoothly, his voice dripping with feigned politeness. “I’m doing a piece on human attachment issues. I came across your name from a newspaper article and thought you might have an interesting perspective to share."

Noah blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Am I gonna get paid for this?” He asked briskly

Sylus smiled as he spoke, his tone dripping with honey “Oh absolutely, you’ll be given exactly what you deserve for your input.” 

It clearly didn’t take much to convince Noah,the promise of money was clearly enough to have him accepting. "Okay, yeah, sure. Come in, I guess."

The house reeked of stale beer and sweat, a fitting reflection of its occupant. Sylus sat on the worn couch, his presence commanding despite the shabby surroundings. Sylus took it all in with a quiet distaste, though his expression remained polite.

The conversation began innocently enough, with Sylus asking open-ended questions and Noah happily bragging about his past relationships. "I don’t get attached, you know? Girls always get wayyyy too clingy. It’s a fucking nightmare."

Sylus’ smile didn’t waver, though his hand twitched slightly as he pretended to take notes. Truthfully, Sylus didn’t give a fuck about what he had to say, but it was always fun to play with your prey. "Interesting. And what about that newspaper article I found. It seems you have first-hand experience of a tricky relationship? There was an incident between you and a girl, right?” Sylus pretended to flip through his notes, as if your name wasn’t taking up most of his headspace at that very moment. “Ahh, yes Y/N. What about her?"

Noah’s smug grin faltered for a moment, then it returned in full force. "Her? God, she was a freak, a complete headcase. Yeah you wanna know about people with issues, she had some fucking issues alright!” The more he relaxed in Sylus’ presence the more his answers seemed to flow out of him. “ That freak followed me everywhere, wouldn’t take a hint. It was like she thought we were soulmates or something. Fucking obsessed man!"

Sylus leaned forward slightly, his red eye glowing slightly as he engaged his evol, not forcing the matter, but giving the other man a slight tug to open up honestly. "And how did you handle such an uncomfortable moment?"

Noah hesitated, only slightly. He looked Sylus in his eyes getting caught into the web of his evol and then he continued. "Look man, I tried to be nice, for a bit. But she just wouldn’t stop. I got mad, I guess"

"And hit her," Sylus said softly, the words hanging in the air like a knife poised to strike.

Noah’s eyes darted nervously, but he covered it with a laugh. "Yeah I guess I did, but you have to understand right, she cockblocked me, and anyway attractive guys like us are naturally born to take control of women like that, she needed putting in her place. She fucking deserved it and much worse” 

That was it. The last thread of Sylus’ patience snapped. In an instant, his smile vanished, replaced by a cold, lethal glare. "You and I are not the same,” Sylus stood from his position on the couch and stretched slightly as he prepared himself. “You put your hands on her," he said, his voice low and venomous, "Used brute force against her?” he asked, his tone full of the seething rage inside him. “Was it worth what I’m going to do to you?” The threat was clear in his voice. 

Noah’s face drained of colour, his flight or flight response leaving him to freeze in his position on the sofa. It had only just occurred to him that this man might have been someone worth being scared of. “D-did Y/N send you?” He asked, his voice shaking, betraying the fear he felt.

Sylus huffed out a humourless laugh, “Did Y/N send me? Not even close. Stand up.”

Noah, stood on shaky legs attempting to placate Sylus with his compliance, “Listen man, I don’t get what’s happening here, but I was just defending myself from that freak! You don’t know what it’s like to have her follow you around and completely obsess ov-” 

“It’s a privilege,” Sylus interrupted, “to have even a minute of her attention. You should’ve grovelled at her feet in thanks.” Sylus’ eyes flashed dangerously at Noah’s attempt to explain himself.

He barely had time to react. Sylus moved like a shadow, grabbing Noah by the throat and slamming him against the wall. Noah struggled, his hands clawing at Sylus’ grip, but it was useless, his grip tightened and tightened, cutting off his oxygen, and sneering at Noah’s rapidly purpling face. 

Just as Noah’s legs began to stop moving, indicating his rapid descent into unconsciousness, Sylus released him. A cruel smirk played on his face as Noah dropped to the floor gasping for air and clutching at his neck, coughing. Sylus tilted his head and crouched down to meet Noah’s level. 

"You don’t get to hurt her and walk away," Sylus said, his voice deadly calm. "You don’t even deserve to speak her name."

The struggle didn’t need to last long. Sylus could be efficient and methodical in his dispatching of someone from the world, but he drew out each of Noah's final agonising moments. Each time bringing him to the point of losing consciousness and then allowing him the chance to recover a little strength. Sylus was edging him with his impending doom.

When Sylus finally decided Noah had suffered enough, the man was reduced to a pitiful heap of blood and tears. His face was unrecognisable, swollen and mangled, his neck bruised to a deep, sickly purple. The sight filled Sylus with a dark satisfaction, and for the first time, his smirk softened into something resembling genuine pleasure—a cold, merciless joy that sent a chill through the room. 

“P-lease man, p-please don’t k-kill me. S-she’s just a girl, you can have her! I don’t deserve this” Noah choked out through the blood that oozed from his mouth. It sprayed as he spoke, leaving droplets of red flying everywhere. 

“As if it was ever your choice that I should have her.” The last of Sylus’ patience snapped, he took a step back and allowed his evol to envelop the wheezing man at his feet. The tendrils of energy tightened themselves around Noah’s body as sylus spoke, “You deserve all of this.” 

With that Sylus took a seat on the sofa, far enough away that the upcoming spray wouldn’t reach him but close enough to witness the look of horror cross Noah’s face as he finally understood that he had been sentenced by the executioner himself. 

Noah cried and begged for a mercy that would never come. The energy coiled itself tighter and tighter around his body, until a sickening crunch reverberated throughout the house, the sound of his bones snapping, crumbling under the pressure of Sylus’ evol. His bones turned to dust inside him and the meat that was left splattered over the walls and carpet as the harnessed energy reached its peak. All that remained was a bloodied stain and bits of flesh mapping the position of his final moments. His arrogant smirk had been wiped from this earth altogether.

Sylus sat amidst the carnage, his breathing steady and his mind finally calm. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself a brief moment, tipping his head back against the sofa as if savouring the quiet. But the air, thick with the stench of stale beer, sweat, and the sharp metallic tang of what was left of Noah, soured the moment, making his nose curl in disdain. The serenity shattered, he rose smoothly, leaving the house without a second glance. His movements were silent as he slipped into the shadows, his thoughts already moving on, as though the grim scene behind him had never existed.

He felt no remorse, Noah had been a stain on your past, a wound that needed to be cauterised. Now, he was nothing more than a footnote.

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[aheavenofhell]

Book!Aziraphale things you should know (based on this post about Crowley)

1. When the Bentley gets a parking ticket he’s the one who blows it up.

2. He’s so good at his taxes he’s been investigated for fraud.

3. He intimidates “men in dark suits” trying to buy his shop.

4. He just Takes Bites of Crowley’s food.

5. When Warlock got older, he became his tutor. Neither he nor Crowley wanted to teach him math, but they both taught him very different history.

6. He fights with Crowley about directions.

7. At Warlock’s birthday, Warlock takes a gun from a security guard and accidentally fires it at Crowley. Aziraphale turns it into a water gun (and then feels embarrassed)

8. He (Aziraphale) also gets hit with a cream cake at said party, which he swipes off his jacket and licks off his fingers in the Bentley (because free snacks).

9. Aside from books of prophecy and Wilde first editions, he specializes in Bibles with printing errors.

10. “Are you going to introduce me to your new body?” “Oh? Yes. Yes, of course—“ The way Michael Sheen delivers the “oh” in the audiobook is exactly what you’re imaging.

11. He can’t beat the gay allegations. Not that he actually tries.

12. When looking for a body, before he finds Madame Tracy, he lands in an American televangelist preaching about armageddon. He gets so annoyed that he starts correcting the sermon (then gets excited when he realizes he’s on television).

13. He and Crowley can’t stop having little side chats while trying to actively stop the Apocalypse from starting.

14. He’s ✨touchy✨ with Crowley.

15. READ OR LISTEN TO GOOD OMENS YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT

[laurey257]

Good Omens fanfic recs that ease the pain. (All complete, canon-compliant)

I am an avid reader and I’ve been combing the floods of new (awesome) things hitting Archive and similar to find what best eases the pain of That Episode. Here’s the best canon-compliant and complete ones that give some soothing to the angst of our angel and demon parting:

**This was a hard decision but I am excluding works in progress since they need time to mature—all these are complete /compliant and can be invested in without fear.**

Jesus, Etc.

This one had me howling.  Crowley runs into a frantic Aziraphale with Jesus at a Barbenheimer premiere who he is frantically keeping busy to prevent the Second Coming.  A battle of the wills with pop songs in the Bentley, Taylor Swift, Kenergy, sushi, a nativity play and a magic show are the least of the insanity that comes next.  (Kudos for the awesome cameo from Mrs. Sandwich.)

To the Universe

This one is a 22-chapter, complete, canon-compliant season 3 full arc that can take the edge off for everyone who is internally screaming that we have years to wait to see all this resolve.  Really can’t say enough about this one.  It tied up every loose end.  Certain parts reminded me of Pratchett and the ending had me on the edge of my chair and cheering out loud.  (bonus extra in a hilarious treatment of Jesus in Tadfield that has him turning himself into a teen named Dave.) This could have been season 3 in another timeline.

Separate Ways

A sweet, short little one where Aziraphale has Muriel checking up on a devastated Crowley from the bookshop, and they finally at least talk.  No resolution, but it felt so nice to read. 

The Second Coming

One-shot (but around 7000 words in chapter format) that is canon-compliant.  Aziraphale “awakens” in the elevator (think ox ribs but sexually) and yeets himself back to earth to roger Crowley six ways from Sunday.  Smutty, so don’t read this one aloud to your parents.  (naked apology dance reference in here made my eyes fall out.)

Heaven is not fit to house a love

A sweet little one with a *small* deviation from canon (that seemed ok because they have a good point.) Crowley had never told Aziraphale about the way the angels managed his trial OR about what he saw in the Heavenly files with Muriel.  He jams his way into the elevator (telling the Metatron to get the next one) and tells him.

Not for all my Little Words

An adorable one where Aziraphale, realizing he screwed up, chases Crowley through loudspeakers and other people’s phones through Europe using famous love quotes until he gets his attention (and some forgiveness.)

Everywhere

Oh so lovely! A longer one-shot where Azi realizes that management is not what he cracked it up to be (they tell him nothing.) So he saves Crowley instead from a Heavenly asassination attempt. (Maggie, nina and anathema help!)

A Proper Apology

One where the Angel simply calls over and over until they really talk.  (Or imagine the idiots simply just used the phone.)

Cause you like me too much and I like you

A sweet little one where Aziraphale quietly resigns, has a chat with Gabriel and Beez in the bookshop, and does the apology dance.

A sweet little daydream Azi has in the elevator about apologizing to Crowley in the Ressurectionist pub  before waking up and realizing oh crap he is still in Heaven.

Did I miss any other good ones?  Tell me?

[strangesthirdeye]

Being blind and dating Crowley would include:

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

-DB

Warning: nothing just fluff and Crowley being sweet and awesome boyfriend

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•He knows you through Aziraphale. Well Aziraphale has many customers who come to his bookshop so Crowley assumes you are just one of Aziraphale's customers who come to talk about books.

•later finds out that you are Aziraphale's friend who came just to visit him and say hello.

• the first time he saw you wearing sunglasses that matched his made him think 'maybe you wear them because your eyes are sensitive to sunlight or you just wear them because you really want to wear them' so he ignores that and greets Aziraphale with a burst into the bookshop.

• later find out that you are blind after Aziraphale scowls at him and says you have sensitive ears so after Crowley's booming voice greets Aziraphale, you are startled by the sudden loud voice.

• Crowley being a demon that isn't much of a demon apologizes to you. (and make an apology dance j/k)

• You just smile and shake your head and just say that you are used to it because your senses other than your vision are quite sharp making you aware of such situations.

• soon after, you could say you always came to the bookshop to chat with Crowley and sometimes with Aziraphale. But usually Crowley due to Aziraphale being busy with customers who come to the bookshop.

• At first, Crowley was a bit awkward to chat with you but over time he was ok with you. Often give compliments on your matching sunglasses.

• You can only blush. And Crowley noticed your red face.

• because you are blind, Crowley always helps you like accompanying you to go home in a Bentley, opening his car door for you and sometimes he also helps you by holding your shoulder and guiding you to the seat no matter where you are so that you don't bump with furniture or people.

• drive Bentley at a speed that is not very fast for your safety. although you don't care how fast Crowley drives, you enjoy it.

•blushing because you once tried to touch his face in order to know what his face looks like and fought back a groan of pleasure when your fingers gently stroked his red hair.

• resisting the urge to confess his feelings to you because he doesn't know how to confess to you. His face turned red when he saw your smile. And he's just a relief because of course you don't see his red face.

• later, confess his feelings to you after having dinner at the Ritz where Aziraphale recommended and gave advice to Crowley about love. Crowley only made a face when he heard the word love but still took the advice and confessed his feelings for you.

•protect you at all costs like scowling at people who bumped into you without apologizing or at people who try to get close to you. Because he doesn't like people doing that to his precious Angel. And that's what boyfriend always does right?

• Call you Angel without realizing that he is calling you that at first. You just blushed and Crowley grinned cheekily at your red face. You are the only angel he admires and loves. Although he calls Aziraphale an angel because he is an angel but you are an angel in his heart.

• stunned after you found out that he was a demon right after Crowley told you about that and even more stunned after finding out that Aziraphale was an angel. But you let it go because well you love Crowley no matter what so you're fine.

• Not wearing his glasses around you because well he trusts you and I don't want to say a sentence that you are blind because that is a bit rude. (sorry)

• Admire your face and always give a kiss on the forehead every time you come to the bookshop.

• Aziraphale being the number one shipper can only squeal with excitement.

• shape shift into a snake just to snuggle around your neck.

• Often put his head on your lap and you will gently stroke his hair making Crowley fall asleep.

• well no matter where you are, Crowley will always be by your side and be a shield for you. Give you affection and comfort you if you have a mental breakdown. But overall, Crowley is the best boyfriend ever.

[kyliejcnncr-archived]

birthday twin with the little princess, how is your birthday going? have you gotten lots of presents? how was your head since last saw you properly at the wedding? how was that almost a week ago already? please tell me we'll be seeing your face at the party tomorrow so i can steal you for a dance again? // @harrstles

[lipstickmarks]

Modern Aedion headcanons

— Modern!Aedion Ashryver x fem!reader

Author’s note: I LOVE AEDION BARK BARK BITCH

Warnings: mentions of protests, mention of danger at pride, mentions of violence, mentions of being arrested, mentions of absent/neglectful parents, nsfw, smut, semi-public sex, finger sucking, male masturbation, food, periods, teasing, overstimulation

he likes all music. like ALL music. if you’re roadtripping it, he’ll go from sabrina carpenter to metallica to 2000s r&b to dierks bentley in one playlist and he will know every single word

had a bit of a ho phase before you so whenever you go anywhere, you almost always run into an ex-hookup of his. but you’re so not threatened bc aedion makes it obvious he only has eyes for you. if anything, you tease him about it

yall go to pride every year and Aedion is that person who’s on high alert and making sure everyone is safe, especially you. no taking drinks from randos, no getting too close to really rowdy crowds or lame ass protestors

he loves watching contact sports, not for the athleticism so much but for the rush he gets when two people collide. he’s a war general at heart in every universe so he wants to see someone get the beat down!

he would be ex military, probably coast guard and then work as a rescue EMT for people who get lost in mountains and snowstorms

his love language is quality time and physical touch but he loves to spoil🤭 but it won’t be assorted chocolates or flowers. He’ll buy you a whole ass new mattress or a 6-month SoulCycle membership. He doesn’t really give a shit about little things and he’d rather express his love to you by taking care of big expenses (try to stop him from buying you a car, I dare you)

loves a good old fashioned make out sesh

lets you play with his hair anytime you want. he has done heatless curls, curl creams, he even let you dye it aqua blue to match his eyes. Aedion is the definition of a down ass bitch and he will try literally anything, especially if it makes you happy. the fact that he gets to sit and have you play with his hair and touch his neck for an hour straight is just a bonus!

has a slight temu addiction

if you don’t have good parental figures, best BELIEVE he will let gavriel know and that man will treat you like his own flesh and blood. offering you advice, fixing your car, helping you move in/out of places, he will come over and barbecue steaks for you and aedion without even asking and he always always always makes sure you’re taken care of and that you feel loved. you get presents on your birthday, valentine’s day, christmas, but super dad gav takes it a step farther and gives you presents for EVERY holiday. sometimes it’s a stuffie and a card from “your father-in-law” even if you and Aedion aren’t married yet and sometimes it’s a $200 gift card to a nice restaurant so you and aedion can have a night out. gav will even walk you down the aisle if you don’t have someone to do that

Even if you do have good parental figures around, Aedion still wants Gavriel to be a part of your life. He’s just so obsessed with you and wants you immersed in his family as much as possible. The three of you even have a group chat where he wishes yall a good morning/night ever single day 🥹. Aedion is very much Gav’s little lion cub and a daddy’s boy at heart. The two of them spend lots of quality time together so naturally, you become a part of that too.

he has inattentive adhd and cannot stay still for the life of him. he’s always walking around, forgetting stuff, and struggles with stationary hobbies. if you’re a reader, good luck trying to get him into whatever you’re reading. he’ll try for you but he would rather be snowboarding or jumping rope or making dinner, something with his hands and body

he LOVES food trucks

if you’re a swiftie, he absolutely attended eras with you. he is in his red era but his favorite albums are fearless and tortured poets. he goes crazy for “fearless” and “the black dog” (likes songs he can scream to)

he’s definitely been arrested at a protest and for getting in bar fights defending your or Aelin

fav disney movie is tarzan but if he’s in his feels, then it’s lion king (reminds him of gavriel)

cannot sing. thinks he can. ruins karaoke night for everyone

keeps a picture of you in his locker at the EMT station. if anyone teases him for it, he cusses them out

posts lots of pictures on instagram of his family, views from the mountains where he lives and works, and you. once you two start dating, his feed is 90% you

not picky with food at all. going out to eat with him is the easiest thing ever and he always lets you pick but if you’re not up to it, he’ll choose for you (he somehow always manages to pick the best place)

the first time you got your period while you two were together, he had a minor freak out because he wasn’t prepared. from that point on, he always kept extra pads and tampons at his place

holds you so close when you’re in public areas. if you go to a concert or music festival, he’ll hold you with your back to his chest and his arm slung around your chest to make sure you’re safe and secure with him

he prefers fun, activity based dates to quiet dinners but if you have a preference for them, he will of course honor that. whatever makes you happy is enough for him

if you want to paint your house, he is on it. you don’t even have to ask. you’ll text him at 10pm “the feminine urge to paint my walls ballerina pink” and he’ll show up at your house at 6am the next morning with paint, primer, rollers, and a tarp.

loves taking couple pictures with you. he’ll spend an entire hour after dinner in the parking lot doing whatever poses you want and he’ll let you fuss as much as you want. whatever makes his girl happy.

NEVER forgets to post you for national girlfriends day or international women’s day/month

if there’s a concert you really wanna go to, he’ll stay in digital queues to help you double your chances at getting tickets

always loses the idgaf war. he gives a fuck so hard all the time about everything

loves to kiss you by holding your chin in between his forefinger and thumb. it always makes you melt and he can practically see your toes curl when he does it and he loves getting reactions like that out of you.

he likes salt and vinegar chips. always fighting for his life at aelin’s house when he opens up a bag of them because everyone rags on him for it

at first he was annoyed that people compared him to thor but when you ran your fingers through his hair and said it was hot, he changed his tune like *that* (you two went as thor and jane for halloween that year)

loves it when you play with his muscles, especially at the gym. he gets flirted with a lot at the gym and he loves it when you go with him so he can keep his hands on your hips and while you fix his headphones for him or take cute pictures in front of the mirrors and spot him when he’s lifting weights

favorite shows are That 70s Show, Game of Thrones, and Family Guy but he’s also a hardcore disney girlie when he wants something low-stress to watch and he is NOT shy about it

NSFW

he likes to fuck sitting up with you leaning against the headboard and him facing you and then slowly lower you onto his back so he can hit deeper 🙂‍↕️

fell to his knees when you gifted him a boudoir photoshoot

he will fuck you anytime, anywhere. If you come visit him at work, he’ll fuck you in the closet and stick his fingers in your mouth so you don’t scream his name and get caught

not opposed to toys but he really does prefer to be a one-man show. he knows how to please you and is convinced his fingers, tongue, and cock are better than any toy on the market

He may not like toys but he loves lube and massage oils. You two don’t necessarily need it because Aedion is a hardcore ‘your pleasure > mine’ kinda guy. He gets off on getting you off and you’re always sufficiently wet before slips goes inside you. That being said, he just likes to play with the lube, experiment with different flavors and textures, etc. If they have ones that heat up. GOOD FUCKING BYE. he will torture you with that shit and tbh, you’re better off calling in sick to work the next day bc you won’t be able to walk anyway.🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

jacks off to voice notes of you touching yourself whenever he’s away and then sends you pics of the aftermath 😔 “look what you made me do, babe…”

really into biting. he doesn’t pinch your skin or leave teeth indents (unless you ask him to) but he loves to nip and nibble, it’s something primal within him

if you ever try that tiktok trend of walking into a room naked and casually asking him a question, expect to have his dick inside you within 3 seconds and to be fucked until you’re shaking and overstimulated and can’t remember your own name 🤷🏻‍♀️

he can be a little cocky/arrogant if he’s ever in a dominant mood. Not mean necessarily but he will taunt you. “Oh, sweetheart, I think you brought this on yourself. Teasing me all day, tsk tsk tsk. I don’t think you deserve to cum yet.”

Follows you around like a pathetic puppy in Victoria’s Secret. If you try and tease him by skipping the lingerie and going straight to the body spray, he will pout at you like “where’s my treat, baby?🥺” until you laugh and give in. Then he buys you the skimpiest sets they have.

you always send him nsfw tiktoks. Sometimes it’s things you wanna try, stuff that turns you on, and sometimes it’s edits if your celebrity crushes because you know talking about it bugs Aedion and gets him all riled up and in the mood to give you a proper fucking when he gets home. “Henry Cavill can’t fuck you like this, my love.”

doesn’t like to fuck you in his car. he’s an artist, he needs room to do his thing. he will, however, tease you in his car. hand on your thigh, drawing little circles on your inner thigh. reaching over to fasten your seatbelt and “accidentally” grazing your tits.

oh speaking of tits

one handful at all times. he is always touching you. if you’re cuddling on the couch, his hand is def up your shirt. it’s not always in a sexual way, he just loves to touch ‘em! when you show him your outfits, he’ll run a finger down your sternum and over the curve of the top of your breast (especially if it’s something low cut)

always lets you set the pace. he can be more dominant if that’s what you like but no matter what, he always lets you decide how far you go and what you do and what things you try out

the only hard no’s for him are degradation, impact play, anything involving weapons, (he would NEVER be able to hurt you, even if it was for kink) and also nothing involving multiple partners. he likes all his attention to be on just you.

he likes to cockwarm after you’ve finished. he loves the feeling of collapsing onto your chest and cuddling for a bit and just keeping himself sheathed in you. it relaxes him

always puts a hand on your back or your ass when he’s passing by you, especially if you two are in the kitchen cooking together or something. most of the time, he just leaves his hand there. “Aedion, your hand is on my butt.” “It was an accident.” “It’s still on my butt.” “It’s still an accident.”

he’ll make out with you in public, he doesn’t care. A little PDA never hurt nobody 🙂‍↔️

loves to have you leaning against his chest with two fingers inside you, edging and teasing you for hours

He. Loves. Morning. Sex. It is his absolute favorite. There is nothing this man loves more than waking up and pressing kisses to your neck and jaw until you’re awake and ready for him. Lazy sundays where you two get to sleep in and slowly make love for hours are his favorite. He doesn’t care about morning breath or bed head or anything, he’s just obsessed with having you in his bed and being able to sink inside you with a happy sigh first thing in the morning.

[qe-podfic]

Calling Good Omens Fan Artists

Our silly little (I say "little" but we have 11 voice actors already and 30+ people in the discord) podfic needs YOU. We would like art to go in the background of the podfic on youtube as well as to look pretty on the AO3 post. Ideally, we'd have one illustration per scene, but one per chapter is what we're aiming for (in the interest of realistic expectations). There will be one "main" illustration per chapter. Read through whichever chapter you want to illustrate and pick a scene to draw. We want you to have full artistic control. So long as it's relevant to the fic, go ahead! Here are some stand out visuals from the fic to entice you:

(Aziraphale in one of Crowley's band T-Shirts | from Chapter 2)

(Crowley gets to have a total conniption as Aziraphale is casually affectionate in the Bentley | from Chapter 5)

(The boys dancing IN BALLGOWNS | from chapter 6)

(Crowley getting caught lathering himself in baby oil | from chapter 8) He's trying to get into this costume:

IF YOU WANT TO HELP OUT, THIS IS THE DISCORD:

And, because they gave me explicit permission:

I AM INVOKING THE NAME @mrghostrat Come on!! There isn't a better stamp of approval in the GO fandom!