#did I accidently write a micro fic?!?!

[uberguber89]

Harley Quinn, appearing from nowhere: "start a polycule!"

Superman: "whu-?! Where did-"

Harley: " I said a polycule, stupid! Date both of'em. It's easy! Like what me, Pam, and Selena gots goin' on! And Bats-y here, if he'd stop being a stick in the mud..."

Bruce: "hm......"

Relationship advice from your opportunistic Bat-friend.

[obey-me-headquarters]

New Master list

This is my new master list. As my number of posts grew, I realized how inefficient the formant was for my old master list. This master list is broken down into categories. Posts are sorted into Aus, with the top posts being the first post made into the Au, so it’s advised that when looking through an Au you should go downward so further posts don’t confuse you. I also did this because I know how annoying it is to look at the beginning of Aus since Tumblr sorts things from most recent lol. 

Here is my old master list. It’s not updated but if you liked my old master list it’s still available:

~Old Master List~

 ~List of Drabbles~

 ~Fae Au~

(An Au were demons and angels are Fae like creatures in our world. This Au is very Lucifer centric, with basically all posts centering around him)

The fic that started it all

(Lucifer, Mammon. Aphrodisiacs)

Asks relating to this au: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 

~Pet Au~

(An Au were demons and Angels are human’s pets. General warning for this au, as it leans pretty heavily into angst/whump territory as demons/angels aren’t treated the best by humans. There’s also a inherit power imbalance in this au)

Needy Mammon gets caught in the act.

(Gentle sex, praise kink, mild scenting/smell kink, no reference to sweat though, Dom!reader, mild panic attack)

Afraid of messing up.

(Lucifer. Barbs. Mild panic attack)

Old show demon Lucifer

Peacock demon Lucifer

(Lucifer, angst. Lucifer believes that you are his mate and wants to raise his eggs with you, but you don’t feel the same way and destroy the eggs) 

and the angst fic planning with Elsecrytt that came after

(Lucifer, Satan. Warning for this post, it features Mean and Abusive reader. And in generally this is way more angsty than my regular posts.)

Axolotl Leviathan

Headcannons submitted by Endlessmyth

(Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie)

Emotional support demon Barbs with a tired and overworked reader.

Horny Asmo

The Great Mammon

(Mammon is a circus performer, his main act is jumping through flaming hoops as he’s a tiger demon. All is well until the circus leader gets into some trouble and Mammon gets thrown out. Luckily you’re there to find and save him. Now he wants to pay you back for your kindness. No smut. Burns and  infection)

Chinchilla Asmodeus

(old breeding pet becomes needy demon)

Backstory for the brothers

House plant Belphie and good brother Beel

~Character posts~

This aren’t aus, and don’t need to be be viewed in any order, but they’re still posts oldest to newest. 

~Lucifer~

Sensitive Luci

(Overstim, Dom!reader)

Pact play

Lucifer realizing he’s a sugar baby

Non Sexual subbing

Exhibitionist Lucifer

A peaceful day at the castle

( dom!reader, sub!Barbatos, dom!Diavolo (but not to you), dom!Lucifer (but not to you), vibrators, face fucking with dick and fingers, cleaning, cum eating)

Lucifer wing kink

(Wing kink, Dom!reader)

Tiny Lucifer

(Macro/micro, sex toys, vibe, overstim, multiple orgasms, Dom!reader)

Conditioning

Body writing on Lucifer

Luci with a pussy

(Edging, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, pussy eating, examination kink, overstim, Dom!reader)

Mirror sex

Vampire Lucifer

Force orgasm

(Forced orgasms, pact play, overstim, dom!reader)

Human sugar baby Lucifer, and power demon reader

(Living clothes, sex toys, overstim, dom!reader)

Tentacles fuck Luci up 

(Tentacles, overstim, dom!reader)

Feminization

Lucifer accidently wearing a vibe to RAD. You up the remote and fidget with it, not knowing that it truly is. 

(Vibe, overstim, multiple orgasms, dom!reader)

Human sugar baby Lucifer and demon reader part 2

(Living clothes, tentacles, dubcon, sub!Lucifer)

Human sugar baby Lucifer and demon reader part 3

(Living clothes, tentacles, portal kink, sub!Lucifer)

Lucifer and Barbs being competitive subs

Lucifer and Barbs being competitive subs part 2

~Mammon~

Bad naughty demons get tied to a fucking machine

~Levi~

Teasing Levi to be nosy

(teasing, multiple orgasms, Dom!reader)

Bluetooth Vibe

Eating levi out during class

(magic pussy pocket referring to This post)

Primal prey play with Levi

~Satan~

Assertive subs

Satan calls you daddy (Lucifer is angry)

A/b/o headcanons/ ideas

~Asmo~

Indulging Asmo

Asmo getting fucked by you, Barbs, Solomon and Simeon

A/b/o headcanons/ ideas

~Beel~

Feeding Beel aphrodisiacs

(Referring to This post)

~Belphie~

Tying Belphie up while he’s asleep

(Light somno, edging, orgasm denial, bondage, vibe, Dom!reader)

Wrestling with Belphie

(Overstim, multiple orgasms, brat taming, dom!reader)

Predator/prey reverse au 

(Reverse au is referring to this post were I talk about a au were the demons are humans and you’re the powerful demon. Fear kink, predator/prey kink)

Gentle fear Fic

(You, a powerful demon that snacks on humans find Belphie, a weak little human. Instead of eating him you decide to make him yours. Fear kink, pradator/prey kink, dubcon)

Somno kink with Belphie

(Trans afab Belphie, somno, sex toys, vibe, multiple orgasms, overstim, Dom!reader)

A/b/o headcanons/ ideas

~Barbs~

Brat Barbs

Training Bars to hold off his orgasm

Bury Me As It Pleases You Lover

(Barbs asks you a question you never thought the mild manner butler would even think to ask. Kink negotiation. No smut)

A peaceful day at the castle

( dom!reader, sub!Barbatos, dom!Diavolo (but not to you), dom!Lucifer (but not to you), vibrators, face fucking with dick and fingers, cleaning, cum eating)

Assertive subs

A/b/o headcanons/ ideas

Medical/examination kink

Lucifer and Barbs being competitive subs

Lucifer and Barbs being competitive subs part 2

~Diavolo~

Gentle forced orgasms

And the gentle forced orgasms fic inspired by that idea

(Overstim, multiple orgasms, Dom!reader)

A peaceful day at the castle

( dom!reader, sub!Barbatos, dom!Diavolo (but not to you), dom!Lucifer (but not to you), vibrators, face fucking with dick and fingers, cleaning, cum eating)

Royalty kink

Royalty kink part 2

Royalty Kink part 3

Memory wipe kink

~Solomon~

Free use Solomon

~Simeon~

Why is Simeon so mad all the time :(

~Cast~

Pact play

(Orgasm denial, edging)

Pact play part 2, not done talking about it

Commanding the demon bros to cum

(only Mammon and Luci. Forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, overstim, pact play, Dom!reader)

Obey me cast most sensitive to least sensitive to touch   

Poly group dynamics

How each of the demon brothers react to calling you a tittle during sex. 

Sticker chart in the house of Lamentation

Fan mail part 1

Fan mail part 2

How the demons takes care of Mc when they’re sick

The demons favorite sex toys

Demons and lazer tag

Summoning the brothers when they’re masturbaiting

Conditioning

What pets are the demon bros?

(Pet play)

Demon bros being brats

(Brat tamming)

~Crack~

Does Rad have a math course?

Heelys at RAD

Mc is a little menace

Mc is a menace part 2 Electric Boogaloo

Barbs the chocolate guy

Do demons know we went to the moon?

Demons and emojis

~Other~

Gentle fear play

Yandere Mc ideas

Obey me event idea

Magically/removable pussy/dicks

(Luci, Levi)

Magically/removable pussy/dicks part 2

Fic idea, reverse au

A/b/o headcanons/ ideas

(Barbs, Satan, Belphie, Asmo)

A/b/o headcanons sent in by anon

More A/b/o. Mc being clueless

List of my Weird kinks. you have been warned

Med kink ideas

Weird kink ideas

(Dubious consent, remote)

[killugonfan01]

Writing Pt 1

I’ve been fizzing with crossover ideas that have been keeping me awake longer than I should be and I just need somewhere to spill my guts.

First up, I recently fell into the hole that is the Phandom. Used to watch Danny Phantom, but I can’t say for certain I’ve watched all the episodes, it’s been years. I did like Micro Management though, I remember that was good (gee what does it say about the rest of the show that even my child brain managed to latch onto the one episode that had good writing?) At first I doubted I’d write for it, but then the damn plot bunnies decided to overrun me.

First I think of writing four standalone fics for a Harry Potter x Danny Phantom scenario (one for each house) that’ll be under the umbrella series title of Hogwart’s Ghosts (real original I know). I have some bits fleshed out for the Gryffindor and Slytherin Dannys (I made them the most similar in terms of backstory) as well as a vague idea of making sure the different fics will have different set-ups where Danny enters Hogwarts during different parts of canon so I’m not just rewriting the same story 4 times with minor differences. Like, I know the Gryffindor!Danny should be inserted into 5th year, because dissection/vivisection angst + blood quill lover Umbridge? Hello? Obvious choice. Dunno about Slytherin!Danny though, but I figured both Dannys would be mute at the start (so I don’t have to think of dialogue/puns) due to trauma.

And then comes the fact that I haven’t read the Harry Potter books in over 6 years, so the details are a bit fuzzy. But fine, I can roll with it. The most trouble I’m having is with Ravenclaw!Danny since in none of the fics I’ve read has Danny been placed in Ravenclaw. Been thinking of cranking his obsession with space up to 11 to justify it. To be fair, for most of the Dannys, it could be excused that he only allowed a small chunk of his mental shields to drop for the Sorting Hat to sort him, and so I could do author handwaving and say the parts of his personality he showed ended up influencing the different sorting outcomes. That plus the backstory changes to fit the timeline.

Of course, all 4 fics would be operating under the assumption of no PP, no identity reveal, and Ghost King!Danny for funsies. It’s a toss-up whether I’ll let the Hogwarts ghosts know about him though. Oh! And I’d like Sam and Tucker to have more presence than just a token mention at the start, especially in the (more) traumatic instances. 

And then there’s the Boku no Hero Academia x Danny Phantom crossover idea that’s been floating around in my head called Heroic Spirit (not to be confused with Heroes Spirit, that belongs to someone else) where Izuku gets sent back to the Dawn of Quirks.

Sam and Tucker are Meta Users (the name for Quirked individuals at the time in either canon or fanon, I can’t remember) while Danny was your regular quirkless teen whose only fault was being born to the town loons. And then the portal accident happened and he wasn’t the odd one out any longer.

The idea is less developed than the HP x DP crossover, but I do have a general idea of what I want. I kinda want to do some worldbuilding for the Dawn of Quirks Era and what the addition of ghosts means for how Meta Users are viewed (hint: it’s not good for the latter group). I know I want the story to end off where Danny brings Izuku to Clockwork and gets him back to his own time, and Izuku just promises he’ll remember Danny as a hero even if history won’t and just... moving the halfa to tears? Sure Danny wasn’t in the hero (or was it vigilante?) gig for the good PR-it’s a bit late for that honestly, he was just in it because he felt responsible for the portal’s opening, as well as the need to protect people in danger-but having someone who wasn’t his sister or his best friend tell him that he was doing good and giving him validation? Priceless for poor Danny-boy.

I really should finish off my current HxH/AC crossover, or at least get it to a decent temporary stopping point first though...

[dwead-piwate-meggers]

Meggers’ TWC Masterpost

Meta 

So Where is Wayhaven Anyway? - using geography to find Wayhaven on a map UB Birthday Meta - Why UB’s birthdays make sense if you use an agricultural calendar UB and Intelligence - Applying Gardner’s Theory of Multiple Intelligences to UB

Thoughts

The Detective Turning: And they go feral. And it works, partly. (Body Horror cw). And it works, temporarily. And soulmates.

Fic Unit Bravo

The Lecture Hall, or, How Unit Bravo Lost their Hair [Ao3] - The logical conclusion of ‘vampire magic makes vampire conventionally attractive’ and ‘beauty standards change all the time.’

Detective: Charlotte Langford

Art by @acryptidcreates

Charlotte Langford & Agent Rebecca Langford

Far from the Tree (1, 2, 3) [Ao3] Rating: T -  In which Charlotte confronts Rebecca about her sense of timing, and their tense relationship. Book 3/demo spoilers.

Charlotte Langford x Adam du Mortain

Truce [Ao3] Rating: G - In which Commanding Agent du Mortain takes on the additional duty of feeding Detective Langford’s cat while she recovers from the fight with Murphy. Kiss Me, Kill Me (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) [Ao3] Rating: T - A kiss. A bad reaction. The aftermath, and how Unit Bravo deals with the potential loss of Detective Charlotte Langford from their little group. Temptation [Ao3] Rating: T -A follow up to Kiss Me, Kill Me - the detective is still recovering from her accident, and Unit Bravo is still on round the clock protection detail. Tonight is Adam’s turn. Five Times Adam du Mortain Eavesdropped, and One Time He Did Something About it (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6) [Ao3] Rating: T - five times Adam got to know Charlotte through eavesdropping, and one time he did something about it. Falling for the First Time (1, 2, 3) [Ao3] Rating: E - Charlotte and Adam do their best to make good on the conversation they’d had about where, exactly, they would like the physical side of their relationship to go. Rated E for later chapters. What Light Thru’ Yonder Window [Ao3] Rating: T -A prompt fill: Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference Pillow Talk[ Ao3] Rating: G - Adam gets home late after a very long day and finds the Detective has fallen asleep waiting for him. In Silence [Ao3] Rating: M -He is not a man of many words. But she’s never been much of a talker either. It Seems Like I Should Say, “As Long As This Is Love” (1, 2, 3, 4) [Ao3] Rating: T - The not-love letters. Fed up with dealing with her feelings alone, Charlotte begins to write some letters. She doesn’t send them. She can’t send them. But at least she can pretend to tell him how she feels.

A Token [Ao3] Rating: G - In which Commanding Agent du Mortain has an odd run-in with Detective Langford’s cat. Minor Book 3 demo spoilers. History Repeats [Ao3] Rating: T - Charlotte had been the result of an unplanned pregnancy herself. She and Adam had discussed it. It wasn’t in their plans. Until it was. (Non-canon/What-if) Prompt Fills [Ao3] things you said at 1am things you said when you thought i was asleep things you said when we were on top of the world things you said but didn’t mean overgrown crave comfort food

Charlotte Langford x OC

Charlotte x Pandora Kingston(@narrativefoiltrope) Take You As You Are - Ballgown Ficlet Charlotte x Cordelia (@elmshore) Just Forget the World - Ballgown Ficlet Charlotte x Charles (@rhetoricalrogue) Not a Date - Ballgown Ficlet Comfort Food - Micro Prompt

[hinac0lada]

neck deep

𝐂𝐇��𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: oikawa tooru/reader 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: another attempt at angst. this was inspired by a dream i got the other night lol. so it’s very different from any other fic i’ve written + i’m kinda trying something new. [ graphic by me ]

they say dreams are like a shadow of history you’ve lived in a previous life. dreams stirs the imagination of one. like a cold, grey darkness. similar to a lonesome and hollow place. it’s like you can’t imagine stuff like that are what dreams are made of.

but what if dreams were like a calling? a premonition. a warning. suddenly dreams have become scary, like shedding light to an old folk tale.

lately, oikawa realizes his dreams may have a deeper meaning to them than he initially thought.

he vividly remembers the last place his dream took place. it was in a parking lot. he doesn’t know why since he doesn’t even have a license nor a car yet, but he peers through it anyway. he couldn’t see a plate number, but he remembers seeing vibrant colors of neon lights. red and blue, he recalls. 

he starts up the car, with the engine roaring to life. he waits for a moment to warm up the car, the luminescent lights inside glowing for indicators of certain buttons. oikawa steps on the gas pedal, accelerating to wherever the road ahead were to take him. sometimes it appeared endless, often leading him to a cold and empty cloud of space. at times, he feels as though he wasn’t even the one steering the wheel. the headlights were on. he doesn’t remember turning them on himself. but it doesn’t matter. there appeared to be nothing on the road. nothingness, it seemed.

oikawa takes a deep breath in, inhaling whatever fresh air he was surrounded with. he suddenly felt the air clog up. he felt like a fish out of water. he was beyond terrified and confused. a couple of dreadful minutes of feeling like he lost the ability to breath, it all came back. it choked him to breathe in multiple scents all at once. 

moments after an endless drive to nowhere, cars materialized out of thin air. all appear to be going in the same opposite direction. he was alone in his own lane. he observes each car passing by. they all had different sizes, ranging from minivans, micro, pickup trucks and small cabs. the only thing was, they didn't have any color nor shape. they were all silhouettes. it made him feel unease, as if at any moment, one would suddenly drift into his direction and slam his car out of the way. death by car accident. either one of these cars could be a symbol. vehicles of destruction, he thought. it was alarmingly fitting.

a silhouette manifested beside him in the passenger seat. he couldn't say he was surprised. the unknown figure just sat there, no words spoken. none of them spoke for a majority of the ride.

oikawa tries to talk to the figure seated beside him. he didn't know why, but he felt the need to. it's like he knew this mass of darkness in the real world. the mass was familiar to him.

even though he can feel the cold air it emitted, he feels warmth and solidarity. it wasn't a pleasant match, he'll give that. it made him feel bitter at the distasteful feeling. still, the figure gave no signs of moving or talking. by now, it's fixated on a much more humane form than just a dark floating mass of mist. he couldn't identify if it was a man or woman though.

but why would that matter anyway? it was stupid to question it in the first place.

oikawa felt helpless. he's arrived at their destination. it was a beauty salon surrounded by neighboring houses and convenience stores. it was so out of place. upon his inspection, the salon inside lead to an apartment. it was so surreal.

he finally gets out of the car, shutting the car door firmly and shifts towards the run-down building. he's blocked by a woman. she was fairly the same height as him, albeit a bit shorter. hair at a [h.l] length.  it was most definitely you in the flesh. the only difference from the real you was your eyes. dull, [e.c] irises seem to blend in with a colorless sheen of black; engaging in the pitch black sea of darkness.

he tries to speak but soon faltered when he couldn't even hear his own voice. your dead, fish-like eyes were unnerving. never blinking and cold. oikawa raises an arm out to touch you - to have some sort of contact and feel something akin to warmth. he felt so cold, but you only moved to avoid the hand reaching for your head. he didn't know why this action left him feeling numb. in reality, it wounds him more than he reap.

you took off running, making the gap between you two stretch even wider. he failed to notice the gap that formed the moment he found you. you ran inside the door of the one building that stood out more than the rest. he follows you, naturally. he looked like a lost puppy; all cold, searching for a place that would welcome him.

oikawa was shaken to the core. it wasn't that he was bothered by the transparent plexiglass was blocking him from making his way over to you, but it was the way you looked at him. you both were staring at each other down through the glass, one with wearisome eyes and the other a mute.

your face suddenly contorted into multiple expressions; from dumbstruck, sorrow, grief, disgust and finally rage. all emotions that he felt were directed at him.

he tried read your moving lips, as he couldn't even hear your voice from the other side, but he couldn't catch a word you were saying. your lips moved too fast for him to make out a sentence. he places his face closer to the glass, pressing his ear against it in hopes of making out something. anything, even if it was muffled. he jumped back a deafening sound of a high pitch octave waved through his ears. he hunches over at the tingling feeling he felt.

then he heard a sound. it was far away, distant. but as he stayed hunched in a fetal position, the voice got louder and louder. it was an echo coming from every direction. an echo comprised of you.

"look at you. so pathetic. i don't think i've ever seen a sadder sight." a giggle came from the left. your figure stood still beyond the thick layer of glass that proved to be a barrier between you two. he didn't need to take another look to know you were nowhere near him.

he hears snickers and mumbles of agreement behind him. "i can't believe i let him take away months worth of my life. i can never take those back." your voice seethed.

the color of the sky shifted to one of burgundy. the pop of color filled the dark void he was surrounded in, with the red-maroon like color kissing his skin in silence.

your laugh echoed everywhere as he leans his weight on one leg, staggering to stand up in his shaken state. you knew his vulnerability. you knew about his emotional state. he couldn't deal with it all at once, especially if it came from you.

"you think i care about you? please! am i that desperate to you?"

he whimpers, the ache in his heart growing ever so slowly.

"i don't even know what i saw in you."

his lips trembled.

"i don't ever want to see you again."

he trudged towards the glass barrier, hands shaking as he breathed a puff of air on the glass, fingers writing words he hoped you'd get. you had to.

please come back to me

in response to his poorly written message, you placed a palm on the glass, as if you were reaching out to him from your side.

i still love you

he can tell the difference though. he knows you didn't mean it. you never did.

so he ran away.

after crumbling back to the man he once was, he returned to the drivers seat, tears blurring his vision as he slammed his foot on the pedal, desperate to get out of that place. he didn't care where he ended up in. as long as it was far away from here. the road was dark and never-ending. he thinks back to the previous vehicles that drove pass him - probably hours or even days ago - and wishes how he should've just gotten rammed into. it wouldn't be so bad, would it?

time was nonexistent at this point.

oikawa woke up crying. his tears fell silently on his face. he was a bit startled, having awoke to a wet stain on his cheek. he brings up a finger to touch the drying tears. it's just a dream, he reminds himself. he squints his eyes in the dark, turning his head to find another source of light other than the moon shining through the windows of his apartment. his eyes lock on the alarm clock resting on the small cabinet beside his bed. it read 3:56 am.

he feels the bed shift, causing him to take a breather. he gives himself a moment to relax but he can't. he looks down on his shaky palms, envisioning your sleeping figure coddled up to a pillow beside him.

it just felt too real.

[frenchibi]

quiet places

(what, a fic? on tumblr? by me? in 2019? It’s more likely than you think!)

Crowley gets a cold. (1k, fluff)

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“I’m a demon,” Crowley croaked. “Demons don’t get strep throat.”

“Don’t be fussy,” said the angel, clearly fussing. “Drink your tea.”

Crowley scowled, but brought the cup to his lips nonetheless. The hot liquid burned the inside of his throat, but he welcomed the feeling. It’d serve all those bacteria right, for infecting this body.

It was, indeed, quite ridiculous. And the only thing stopping him now from using a quick miracle to rid himself of this inconvenience was Aziraphale, propping up a pillow behind his back. Aziraphale, who had hurried over with tea and lozenges and an extra blanket when he’d heard Crowley’s voice on the phone.

Maybe, Crowley decided, having a cold for a few days wasn’t so bad, overall, if it came with all this extra care and attention.

“Perhaps you’ll gain a proper appreciation for illness if you experience it yourself,” the angel said, not without humour. “Would’ve done you all some good, before sending plagues upon humanity.”

Crowley wanted to argue that he hadn’t done that, anyhow, even if the commendation he’d received for the Plague suggested otherwise – but his throat was starting to feel miraculously soothed, so he settled for a scowl.

Aziraphale saw the expression and tutted, waving his hand. “Oh, you know what I mean. Them, obviously. Not you.”

“’s not very demonic,” Crowley said, put out. His throat protested, and he clamped his lips shut.

“Best not talk for a while, dear – it’d cause you pain, I’d expect.” Aziraphale didn’t sound particularly bothered by this. “It’s alright though – I’ve brought books.”

Of course he had.

“Angel, I don’t-”

“Oh, hush. I’ll read to you.”

Crowley hesitated. An evening in with the angel did sound quite lovely, cold or no, – but he felt duty-bound to resist. Not that anyone Below would notice, especially if there was no miracle-working involved, but still-

Even as he hesitated, Aziraphale had smoothed out the far side of the covers of Crowley’s too-large, too-stylish bed and planted himself beside him, small stack of books teetering at his side as he made himself comfortable. Crowley’s protests died in his throat (alongside plenty of pesky micro-organisms, hopefully). Instead, he leaned back into the pillow (much plumper and more homey than he remembered it being) and drew the mug back to his lips. Tiny miracles like this usually flew below the radar.

The inability to comment on what the angel was reading soon proved to be a gigantic nuisance – Crowley, as always, had plenty of sarcastic remarks at the tip of his tongue, and Aziraphale clearly noticed him squirming, for after finishing the first chapter, he lowered the book and gave him a reproachful look.

“Oh, stop fidgeting.”

It took all of Crowley’s self-control not to hiss at him, and the angel sighed.

“Well. Music, then, I should think.”

An old record player in the corner creaked into motion. Certainly not the type of thing Crowley would have invested in, but there it sat anyway, and soft, hesitant music filled the air.

Crowley frowned. “…Satie?”

“I’ve always found his work rather lovely. Experimental, surely, but lovely nonetheless.” He stopped, a small crease in his own brow. “I can change it, of course.”

Crowley considered this, but then found himself unexpectedly touched by the gesture, a clear attempt on the angel’s part of finding some middle ground between their respective tastes. A little misguided, maybe, but it wasn’t like Crowley hated classical music to begin with.

He shook his head, eyes sweeping the room idly as he listened.

The slow, melancholic notes that surrounded them rather called for more sombre weather outside – a muffled storm would have well suited the mood. As it was, the sky was unexpectedly uncooperative – it was a mild evening, slowly darkening, as the sun had already set. Not quite as unfriendly as might have been appropriate.

Still. Crowley set aside his mug and sank back into the pillow, allowing his posture to droop slightly towards Aziraphale, who had lifted up his book once more, to continue reading in silence.

The angel barely raised an eyebrow – he did, however, raise his arm, just so. Enough to not be an accident, but an invitation.

There was a brief moment of apprehension, but Crowley swallowed hard against it. He knew Aziraphale was not flippant with physical affection – an after-effect of heaven, no doubt, and prolonged exposure to its sterile, cold atmosphere. He’d often found himself wondering, idly, if his flat reminded the angel of Upstairs. But then again, it wasn’t nearly so empty and cold anymore, not with Aziraphale’s fingerprints all over the place; books he’d left behind, small trinkets, plants gifted once he’d figured out Crowley’s ambitions with them. Pieces of the angel that stuck out like splashes of colour on a blank canvas, and made the minimalist flat feel almost like a home.

Not that he would admit it. But this, this offer – it was not something he was inclined to turn down.

A part of him, in the very back of his mind, chided against what he was about to do. They’d only recently learned the End was approaching, and faster than anticipated – in a few years, they’d have to take on their respective roles to ensure the antichrist was raised normal and human, rather than evil incarnate, in a last-ditch effort to derail an ineffable plan. It all felt rather surreal, still, but the threat of Consequences was ever-present in the back of his mind whenever he spent time with the angel, no matter how much he cherished it.

Well. He’d always come back, until then, and he supposed that somewhere along the line, this had become his truth, and not a decision he would consciously change anymore. Frankly, they’d been tied together for quite some time, even if the angel was loathe to acknowledge it out loud. Crowley was content to proceed at his pace – or, well, he had been, since the future seemed to stretch so wide ahead of them.

So why not indulge, now? All things considered?

Crowley let himself tip sideways, until his head came to rest in the angel’s lap.

Aziraphale’s lip quirked into the smallest hint of a smile, and he shifted the book into one hand, placing the other lightly on Crowley’s back. His fingers traced miniscule patterns that left a trail of warmth in their wake, and Crowley let his eyes fall shut. The touch washed over him like the tentative keys of the piano on the record, and he could already feel the exhaustion ebbing away.

Maybe demons could, indeed, catch colds – but perhaps they also recovered much quicker. In fact, his throat was almost back to feeling normal again.

“…d’you put something in that tea?” he mumbled, shifting slightly.

Aziraphale turned a page. “Oh, yes,” he said idly. “Honey.”

“No, I meant… never mind.”

He could hear the angel’s soft smile without having to look up to see it. “No miracles involved, if that’s what you’re asking. Just me, dear.”

But really, right then, with Aziraphale’s warmth surrounding him, “just me” actually felt quite miraculous.

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[askevi]

I’m sorry you aren’t blocked anymore But I will explain what you did which offended me so you can understand.

My artwork isn’t just a pretty picture to me it’s an extension of myself, I put my heart my ideas my thoughts my time into the work I do so any disrespect of it feels a disrespect of me.

Your reply did not acknowledge or respect my feelings and reaction at all. It was dismissive and patronizing.

You talked as if I had no idea how fandom works, I know how it works. You talked As if i should just ignore being disrespected and relinquish claim (by not seeing any new notes) for an artwork I did so someone else could use it with no knowledge that they had (even accidently) stepped on my toes.

Here is the thing, the fact I have fanart work from half a decade ago should indicate to you I don’t need to it explained how fandom works, in fact I feel I can explain something to you. I am sensitive about this stuff because over and over again there are people in fandom who don’t treat fan artists like people. I get treated like a machine who should make art on demand (I usually deal with it by ignoring such requestS) I get treated like a machine in the way people treat my art as not mine but belonging to the fandom collective through reposting it and not crediting me, to taking my ideas for fic and acting as if the fact that the idea is In the artwork is totally independant of me, through leaving hurtful comments on my artwork like comics and saying things like “I’m going to write this but with a better ending”. Fandom can be entitled and bratty. Fandom can be thoughtless and disrespectful.

And to be honest I am over it. I don’t care about follower count I don’t care if people don’t want to hear it but fandom has sucked the fun out of drawing for it because of all these rude little micro aggressions.

People do t have to fall at my feet and worship my art I just want people to remember I am a person with thoughts and feelings. I want people to respect that my art means something. Personal to me. And because I don’t care anymore about follow count I have the luxury to speak up about it and maybe make life better for artists who haven’t had the joy sucked out of it for them yet.

Your reply offended me because yet again you disregarded my feelings and acted like their enjoyment of my art entitled them to be rude to me. And that instead of complaining I should just let them have it and block notes on artwork I spent time thought and care for that I had my own story for. It was offensive and hurtful and made me feel like you view me as an art machine and not a real person.

Like so many others

And I’m sick of it.

Ps your suggestion wouldn’t work because I check notes mostly on my phone anyway.

@eviko @foxmittens @askevi

@eviko @foxmittens @askevi - …ok so you’ve blocked me after my comment trying to help. i’m sorry if i offended you somehow. that wasn’t my intention in the least. i was honestly just trying to let you know why someone might have added a story on your art or reblogged with the story and tell you about xkit’s notification block, which is a great resource and which i thought would help. i see in your response that you don’t feel you should have to block anything on your own post, which i understand, but in my experience, just putting a statement out on a blog doesn’t reach everyone while a notification block would solve the problem, especially since it’s causing you distress. 

again, i’m not trying to invalidate how you’re feeling, but i’m sorry if it came across as such. i do wish you hadn’t blocked me after you replied, since i don’t know if you’ll even see this, but i hope you can find a good solution.

And for the record, I love all of your art - even the experimental ones you may have done.