#eden watches doctor who

[halfbakedideas]

the doctor singing the start of ‘pure imagination’ is so hilarious to me.

[ingravinoveritas]

Lovely new article about Michael in Paste magazine. Article is behind a paywall, so here is a transcription (with thanks to the person on FB who transcribed it, and the parts in bold are my own emphasis).

There’s so much to love about Prime Video’s Good Omens. A delightful adaptation of the popular Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett novel of the same name, the series is romantic, thoughtful, hilarious, and heartfelt by turns. The story of the almost-apocalypse and what comes afterward, it wrestles with big concepts like destiny, free will, and forgiveness, all framed through the lens of an unorthodox relationship between an angel and a demon whose love for one another is a key to saving the world.

As anyone who has watched Good Omens already knows, nothing about this series works without the pair of lead performances at its center. Stars David Tennant and Michael Sheen—who play the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale, respectively—have the kind of lighting-in-a-bottle chemistry that’s the stuff of legend, and their characters’ every interaction conveys both their deep affection for one another and the Earth they’ve made their home. Their romance is the emotional linchpin around which most of the series turns, and their heartbreaking separation in the Season 2 finale is so devastating precisely because we’ve seen how necessary the two are to each other’s lives.

But it’s Sheen’s performance in that final scene that really twists the knife. As Aziraphale’s face crumples following his and Crowley’s long-awaited kiss, the actor manages to convey what feels like every possible human emotion in the span of less than thirty seconds as the angel realizes what he has both had and just lost. The moment is emotionally brutal to watch, particularly after sitting through five and a half episodes of Aziraphale looking as lovestruck as the lead in any rom-com. Sheen makes it all look effortless, shifting from giddy joy to devastated longing and everything in between, and we really don’t talk enough about how powerful and underrated his work in this series truly is.

Though he’s half of the central duo that makes Good Omens tick, Sheen’s role often tends to get overshadowed by his co-star’s. It’s not difficult to see why, given that Tennant gets to spend most of the show swanning around in tight trousers looking like the Platonic ideal of the charming bad boy, complete with flaming red hair and dramatic eyewear. Tennant also benefits from Crowley’s much more sympathetic emotional arc. I mean, it’s hard not to love a cynical demon with a heart of gold who’s been pining after his angelic best friend for literal millennia even after being cast out from Heaven. Of course, viewers are drawn to that—likely a lot more easily than the story of an angel who’s simply trying the best he can to do the right thing as he wrestles with his role in God’s Ineffable Plan. Plus, let’s be real, Tennant’s sizeable Doctor Who fanbase certainly doesn’t hurt his character’s popularity.

As a performer, Sheen has a long history of playing both real people (Tony Blair, David Frost, Brian Clough) and offbeat villains (Prodigal Son’s Martin Whitly, Underworld’s Lucian, the Twilight Saga’s Aro). In some ways, the role of a fussy, bookish angel is playing more than a bit against type for him—Gaiman himself has said he originally intended for Sheen to be Crowley—but in his capable hands, Aziraphale becomes something much more than a simple avatar for the forces of Good (or even of God, for that matter). With a soft demeanor and a positively blinding smile, Sheen’s take on the character consistently radiates warmth and goodness, even as it contains surprisingly hidden depths. The former guardian of the Eastern Gate of Eden who gifted a fleeing Adam and Eve his flaming sword and befriended the Serpent who caused their Fall, Azirphale isn’t a particularly conventional angel. He enjoys all-too-human indulgences like food and wine, runs a Hoarders-esque bookshop that never seems to sell anything, and spends most of his time making heart eyes at the being that’s meant to be his hereditary adversary.

Given the much more difficult task of playing the literal angel to Tennant’s charming devil, Sheen must find a way to make ideas like goodness and forgiveness as interesting and fun to watch as their darker counterparts. It’s a generally thankless task, but one that Sheen tackles with gusto, particularly in the series’ second season, as Good Omens explores Aziraphale’s slowly evolving idea of what he can and cannot accept in terms of being a soldier of Heaven. His growing understanding that the truth of creation is colored in shades of grey and compromise is often conveyed through little more than Sheen’s deftly shifting expressions and body language.

Our pop culture consistently struggles to portray the idea of goodness as something compelling or worth watching. Explicitly “good” characters, particularly those who are religiously coded, are frequently treated as the butt of some sort of unspoken joke they aren’t in on, used to underline the idea that faith is a form of naivety or that kindness is somehow a weakness. For a lot of people, the entire concept of turning the other cheek is a sucker’s bet, and believing in something greater than oneself, be it a higher power or a sense of purpose, is a waste of time. But Good Omens is a story grounded in the idea that faith, hope, and love—for one another, God, and the entire world—are active verbs. And nowhere is that more apparent than in Sheen’s characterization of the soft angel whose old-fashioned waistcoats mask a spine of steel and who refuses to give up—on Crowley, on humanity, or on the idea that Heaven is still something that can be saved.

Though he and Tennant have pretty much become a matched set at this point (both on and off-screen), Sheen’s performance has rarely gotten the critical accolades it deserves. (Tennant alone was nominated for a BAFTA for Season 2, and Sheen was categorized as a supporting actor when the series’ competed in the 2019 Saturn Awards.) But it is his quiet strength that holds up so much of the rest of the show around him, and Sheen deserves to be more frequently recognized for it. That he makes it look so easy is just another sign of how good his performance really is.

I love this so much. The thoroughly well-deserved praise for Michael's incredible performance as Aziraphale, but also that Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship is specifically described as a "romance." And of course, the first sentence of the last paragraph that acknowledges how much Michael and David are indeed a "matched set" that cannot (and should not) be separated...

[hanahanumana]

From AnaMaria Abramovic on Fb

Paste magazine has done an article about Michael and how underrated he is in Good Omens and I found a transcript since it's behind a paywall. Here's the link if anyone wants to subscribe. 💙

https://www.pastemagazine.com/tv/amazon-prime-video/good-omens-michael-sheen-underrated-performance-explained-streaming

There’s so much to love about Prime Video’s Good Omens. A delightful adaptation of the popular Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett novel of the same name, the series is romantic, thoughtful, hilarious, and heartfelt by turns. The story of the almost-apocalypse and what comes afterward, it wrestles with big concepts like destiny, free will, and forgiveness, all framed through the lens of an unorthodox relationship between an angel and a demon whose love for one another is a key to saving the world.

As anyone who has watched Good Omens already knows, nothing about this series works without the pair of lead performances at its center. Stars David Tennant and Michael Sheen—who play the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale, respectively—have the kind of lighting-in-a-bottle chemistry that’s the stuff of legend, and their characters’ every interaction conveys both their deep affection for one another and the Earth they’ve made their home. Their romance is the emotional linchpin around which most of the series turns, and their heartbreaking separation in the Season 2 finale is so devastating precisely because we’ve seen how necessary the two are to each other’s lives.

But it’s Sheen’s performance in that final scene that really twists the knife. As Aziraphale’s face crumples following his and Crowley’s long-awaited kiss, the actor manages to convey what feels like every possible human emotion in the span of less than thirty seconds as the angel realizes what he has both had and just lost. The moment is emotionally brutal to watch, particularly after sitting through five and a half episodes of Aziraphale looking as lovestruck as the lead in any rom-com. Sheen makes it all look effortless, shifting from giddy joy to devastated longing and everything in between, and we really don’t talk enough about how powerful and underrated his work in this series truly is.

Though he’s half of the central duo that makes Good Omens tick, Sheen’s role often tends to get overshadowed by his co-star’s. It’s not difficult to see why, given that Tennant gets to spend most of the show swanning around in tight trousers looking like the Platonic ideal of the charming bad boy, complete with flaming red hair and dramatic eyewear. Tennant also benefits from Crowley’s much more sympathetic emotional arc. I mean, it’s hard not to love a cynical demon with a heart of gold who’s been pining after his angelic best friend for literal millennia even after being cast out from Heaven. Of course, viewers are drawn to that—likely a lot more easily than the story of an angel who’s simply trying the best he can to do the right thing as he wrestles with his role in God’s Ineffable Plan. Plus, let’s be real, Tennant’s sizeable Doctor Who fanbase certainly doesn’t hurt his character’s popularity.

As a performer, Sheen has a long history of playing both real people (Tony Blair, David Frost, Brian Clough) and offbeat villains (Prodigal Son’s Martin Whitly, Underworld’s Lucian, the Twilight Saga’s Aro). In some ways, the role of a fussy, bookish angel is playing more than a bit against type for him—Gaiman himself has said he originally intended for Sheen to be Crowley—but in his capable hands, Aziraphale becomes something much more than a simple avatar for the forces of Good (or even of God, for that matter). With a soft demeanor and a positively blinding smile, Sheen’s take on the character consistently radiates warmth and goodness, even as it contains surprisingly hidden depths. The former guardian of the Eastern Gate of Eden who gifted a fleeing Adam and Eve his flaming sword and befriended the Serpent who caused their Fall, Azirphale isn’t a particularly conventional angel. He enjoys all-too-human indulgences like food and wine, runs a Hoarders-esque bookshop that never seems to sell anything, and spends most of his time making heart eyes at the being that’s meant to be his hereditary adversary.

Given the much more difficult task of playing the literal angel to Tennant’s charming devil, Sheen must find a way to make ideas like goodness and forgiveness as interesting and fun to watch as their darker counterparts. It’s a generally thankless task, but one that Sheen tackles with gusto, particularly in the series’ second season, as Good Omens explores Aziraphale’s slowly evolving idea of what he can and cannot accept in terms of being a soldier of Heaven. His growing understanding that the truth of creation is colored in shades of grey and compromise is often conveyed through little more than Sheen’s deftly shifting expressions and body language.

Our pop culture consistently struggles to portray the idea of goodness as something compelling or worth watching. Explicitly “good” characters, particularly those who are religiously coded, are frequently treated as the butt of some sort of unspoken joke they aren’t in on, used to underline the idea that faith is a form of naivety or that kindness is somehow a weakness. For a lot of people, the entire concept of turning the other cheek is a sucker’s bet, and believing in something greater than oneself, be it a higher power or a sense of purpose, is a waste of time. But Good Omens is a story grounded in the idea that faith, hope, and love—for one another, God, and the entire world—are active verbs. And nowhere is that more apparent than in Sheen’s characterization of the soft angel whose old-fashioned waistcoats mask a spine of steel and who refuses to give up—on Crowley, on humanity, or on the idea that Heaven is still something that can be saved.

Though he and Tennant have pretty much become a matched set at this point (both on and off-screen), Sheen’s performance has rarely gotten the critical accolades it deserves. (Tennant alone was nominated for a BAFTA for Season 2, and Sheen was categorized as a supporting actor when the series’ competed in the 2019 Saturn Awards.) But it is his quiet strength that holds up so much of the rest of the show around him, and Sheen deserves to be more frequently recognized for it. That he makes it look so easy is just another sign of how good his performance really is.

[gogogodzilla]

day 21, spitroasting

gavin reed x reader x connor (rk800) warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, face fucking, rough! Connor, role play, blowjob, dirty talk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, the psych major in me is showing kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You knew that after the android revolution, your work at the Detroit Police Department would increase tenfold. You knew that you’d have to spend more late nights at the precinct. What you didn’t expect was the toll it took on your sex life. You’d barely seen Connor, let alone touched him. 

Connor always offered to stay late with you and help wherever he could; he didn’t need sleep after all. This time, however, it was you who offered to stay with him. Connor sat at his desk, eyebrows furrowed as he went over his case files for the umpteenth time. You reclined in your chair, stretching out your achy muscles. The bullpen was empty except for the two of you, everyone else had the sense to leave while they still could. 

“Why don’t we talk it out?” you suggested as you stood from your desk and wandered over to his. 

He looked up at you as you sat on the edge of his desk, and you shrugged. “It might be helpful to act out your investigation rather than just having all the details rattling around in your head,” you suggested.

“How could we act it out?” Connor questioned, still a bit uncertain. You pursed your lips, thinking for a moment. 

“I can pretend I’m the suspect, and you can interrogate me. Maybe hearing what we know from someone else will help you find the missing piece?” 

He nodded, before standing. His expression was soft as his gaze met yours. It’d been forever since it’d been just the two of you. 

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Let’s get to work.”

Connor handed you a data pad with all his case files which you scanned as you walked to the interrogation room. This case had multiple victims, all male androids and all models previously used at the Eden Club. The victims were in various states of mutilation. They also weren’t killed in the spots where they were found, though, and there was little physical evidence. You furrowed your brows. All of the victims had a red lipstick mark on their cheeks. 

The chair in the interrogation room scraped against the floor as you pulled it out. Connor allowed you a few moments to look over case files before you began. 

“Maybe you should cuff me,” you suggested before quickly adding, “Y’know, since I’m a deranged killer going after androids.” 

Something flashed behind Connor’s eyes before he stood and rounded the table. Instead of the cuffs attached to the table, Connor removed his own off of his belt. 

“Hands behind your back, Doctor,” he said against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you. Your breathing quickened and excitement flowed throughout your body. 

You obediently clasped your hands behind your back and felt the cool metal of the handcuffs wrap around your wrist. The room was silent except for the clinking of the handcuffs.  

Connor returned to his place across from you, opting to stand. He paused for a moment and then he turned his gaze to you. 

It was as if the man you knew and loved disappeared and was replaced with the cold-blooded deviant hunter he was known as. He stared intensely, and you shuddered under his watchful eye. 

“You understand the gravity of this situation, don’t you?” he asked, his voice calm. 

“Yes,” you replied, keeping your response measured. The suspect was obviously smart and had all the makings of an organized killer. They wouldn’t break with one severe look. 

“Good, let’s begin. Does this look familiar?” he questioned, sliding his data pad toward you with a picture of the most recent victim. 

Your eyes flicked to look at for a moment before returning to his brown ones. “No. Doesn’t ring a bell, detective,” you sneered. 

 “Really? Because you were seen by multiple witnesses visiting the scene of the crime,” he countered, raising a brow. 

It would make sense that the suspect would return to the scene of the crime or get involved in the police work. Although, androids were different than humans. Did they have that innate desire to see the carnage they’ve wrought? 

“I live in the area,” you shrugged. You knew it was unlikely that this killer would make the mistake of striking too close to home, but the way Connor was looking at you had you scrambling for excuses. 

He hummed before turning off his data pad and setting it aside. “Can you explain your whereabouts during the time of the incident, then?” 

You met his gaze, steeling yourself. This suspect would be smart enough to keep their cool under pressure. You had to be too. 

You leaned forward onto the table, allowing Connor a perfect view down your blouse. “Tell me, detective, what do you plan on doing if I don’t cooperate?” you asked, a grin spreading across your features. 

“I’m programmed to adapt to various situations and interrogation techniques. I could make you talk,” he answered, leaning in closer. 

“Aiming to find my weak spots, detective?” 

“I don’t have to search for those,” he responded, the corners of his mouth turning up. 

“Let me out of these cuffs and we could make this interrogation much more interesting,” you lowered your voice to a sultry whisper, meeting his gaze. 

He straightened, the smirk he donned earlier long gone, “Unfortunately, I believe I may be just your type.” 

“So, you’ve got me all figured out, huh?” 

Connor nodded, before rounding the table once again.  He hooked his hands under your armpits and pulled you into a standing position. He kicked your chair away from you.

 “I’m still waiting for a confession,” he whispered against the shell of your ear before bending you over the interrogation table. 

It was slightly embarrassing how much this turned you on. You were completely at his mercy. He was steady, as always, behind you, and you could feel his hardening length pressed against you. 

“You’re giving me exactly what I want,” you remarked, glancing at him over your shoulder. 

His hands had begun to wander; one moved upward and began undoing the buttons of your blouse while the other popped the closure on your pants. 

“I’m told I’m very persuasive,” he purred as he unzipped your pants and dipped a hand into them. His fingertips brushed against your clothed core, and you let out a soft gasp. 

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck as he teased you through your underwear. Your quiet moans were quickly turning into desperate pleas, begging for him to just fucking touch you. 

His free hand kneaded your breast, running over the lacey front of your bra. When that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled your bra down, exposing your front. Your nipples hardened against the frigid air of the interrogation room, and he rolled one between his two fingers. 

“Please, Connor, I promise I’ll be good and give you whatever you want,” you whined, pushing your hips against his. 

 He tsked before removing his hold on you. “Since you asked so nicely,” he praised before hooking his fingers into the sides and yanking your pants, and underwear, down to your ankles. 

He slid a finger through your now-dripping folds, and you bit back a moan. Your slick quickly coated his fingers and he dipped a finger into your entrance before sliding back up to circle your clit. You didn’t doubt there’d be a wet spot on his jeans from you canting your hips against his. 

A groan escaped both of you as he slipped a finger inside you that was quickly joined by another one. He pumped them slowly, and small whimpers left you. You were close to falling apart on his fingers with the way he was winding you up. 

The clinking of his belt buckle was music to your ears and you involuntarily clenched around him. You turned your head and watched in the two-way mirror as Connor stroked his cock with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 

You let out a high-pitched moan as he pushed inside you inch by inch. You’d never get over the way he stretched you so perfectly every time. Eventually, he bottomed out, and within moments you were moving your hips, begging him to move. 

Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours.  He rested his hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed against the table, as he rutted into you. Your wrists dug against the handcuffs and you wriggled against his thrusts. Goosebumps covered your skin as your breasts pressed against the cool metal of the table. 

He bent so his chest was pressed against your back and whispered against your ear, “Why don’t you show Detective Reed how well you take my cock?” 

Your gaze lurched to the two-way mirror as Connor began pounding into you, and your cheeks burned under Gavin’s invisible gaze. The wet sounds of your heat combined with the moans that pushed passed your lips filled the room. What the hell was he doing here? You were a bit too preoccupied to care.

“You like that he’s watching?” Connor hummed, smirking. “Do you want him to join us?” 

You nodded fervently, as you involuntarily clenched around Connor. The mental image of Gavin joining you driving you wild. 

“Please, Gav,” you begged as Connor slowed his brutal pace, nearly bringing tears to your eyes. “Need you, please, please, please.” 

You jumped as the door to the interrogation room slid open. Connor leaned forward and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at Gavin as he entered. 

Gavin palmed himself through his jeans as he neared, cheeks flushed and eyes alight. He cupped your cheek with his free hand and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Missed this mouth, sweetheart,” he murmured as he undid his jeans and released his length, allowing it to bob freely in front of your face. Your mouth watered as you watched him stroke himself. Connor straightened and gripped your ass as his strokes deepened, making your back arch. 

You stuck your tongue out over your bottom lip and looked up at Gavin, inviting him in. He slapped his cock against your tongue, teasing you. The whine that left you was borderline pathetic, and Connor’s grip on you tightened. 

Gavin was quick to indulge you and slide his cock passed your lips. You ran your tongue over the tip, moaning at the taste of him. Connor pulled out of you except for the tip before ramming into you. The force of his thrust sent Gavin’s cock deeper into your mouth, and you gagged slightly as a few tears formed.

“Jesus, tincan. Take it easy,” Gavin hissed, swiping a thumb across your cheek as you recovered, bobbing your head slowly. 

Gavin ran a hand through your hair, tugging it slightly as he pulled you closer. Connor’s pace increased as he rocked into you, hitting that spongey spot inside you that had you moaning around Gavin’s cock. 

You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your cheeks, allowing Gavin to use your mouth as he pleased. He groaned as he matched his thrusts to Connor’s, one pulling out while the other was pushing inside you. 

“Feel so good, sweetheart. Almost like this pretty mouth was made for me,” Gavin praised, his thrusts becoming sloppier. 

Connor reached a hand around you to rub tight circles around your clit. You let out a breathy moan and pushed your hips back his, forcing him impossibly deeper inside you. 

It took almost no time for you to come around Connor’s cock. You squeezed around him as your orgasm washed over you. Gavin grunted as your moans sent vibrations down his length. Both men continued to rut inside you, riding out your high. 

Gavin is the one to reach his peak first as his grip on your hair tightened, and he stilled as he came down your throat. You greedily slurped up everything he gave you, but still, some dribbled down the sides of your mouth. He pulled back slightly to give you room to breathe, but you keep your lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Gavin whined as you lazily bobbed your head, milking him for every drop. 

Connor followed immediately after, almost as if he was waiting for Gavin. His hips stuttered against your own, just as the aftershocks of your orgasm diverged dangerously close to overstimulation. He buried himself to the hilt as he twitched inside you, the thick ropes of his cum coating your walls. 

Gavin pulled out with a shuddering breath as soon as Connor came, watching as the android detective filled you to the brim. Eventually, Connor’s thrusts slowed to a stop, and he slid out of you. His cum dripped down your thighs, and you whined at the emptiness. 

Gavin lifted your chin and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You eagerly returned the kiss, savoring the way his lips felt against yours. A small part of you secretly missed that. 

He pulled away, “You did good, sweetheart.” 

You smiled at his praise, and he tucked himself back into his jeans. He spared a glance over his shoulder at Connor as he made his way to the door, “See ya, tincan.” 

Connor uncuffed you, and you stretched your arms as he helped you get cleaned up.  Once you were situated, he pressed a kiss to the inside of each wrist, frowning at the marks the cuffs left. 

You ran a hand through his hair, “Did you enjoy yourself?” 

“Immensely,” he quickly answered. “Human relationships are still confusing to me. Does this complicate your feelings toward Detective Reed?” 

“No, I love you, Connor. That was purely physical,” you responded as you took his hand in yours. “Have you solved your case?” 

“Yes,” he grinned, “I had it solved as soon as you started flirting with me.”

You rolled your eyes before standing. “Let’s go home,” you said as you dragged him toward the door.

[mellowwillowy]

Yandere Reader × DOL

Warning: Extreme Content, unsafe sex, Crazy Reader

Bailey - Eden (M), Sydney, Ivory, Whitney, Kylar - Mason, Avery, Harper, Alex, Wren, Great Hawk, Black Wolf, Robin

Bailey's boobs! Eden's boobs! These 2 squeezeing your face! DIE! HAPPILY!1!1!

"What are you doing? I'll be charging you for this." Bailey spat as he watched you sucked his tits, hands groping it like a squishy. Eden on the other hand lets you use his tits as some sort of pillow. Ah... heaven... bless.

Sydney's anal bead, I'll squeeze it down your throat instead of using it as a rosary!

Sydney's hand gripped yours tightly as you used the anal bead inside their throat, fuck, they didn't expect this at all. Please, don't stop. Better yet, use your hand or your cock/strap-on on their throat now!

"Mwooh... mhoreeee....!"

Ivory's Necklace, right, fuck you wanna do if I swallow it whole?

"Get it out..." Ivory throatfucked you as their hands and tentacles choked you, "get it out right now, fuck, get it out!" Actually, you doubt they were throatfucking you to get this shit out. They were just trying fuck their cum out.

Walking Whitney

Whitney and a leash on your hand, no, not a leash to you but to them! Crawling the school hallway naked, how did it feel like to have the table turned now? Oh... look at how turned on they are, "fucking slut, you like people seeing your sex hmm??"

"Shut up..." they growled back but the trail of cum they left said otherwise ♡

Kylar and Mason the undies sniffer

Look at them. You understand if it's Kylar but Mason? Really? Sniffing your undies while you were swimming?

"K-Kylar did it! He did it first!"

"That still doesn't change the fact that you are a teacher. Oh, aren't you a perverted one? Just how down bad are you to the point you are caught sniffing with this," you pulled Kylar by his hoodie, "damn fucking loser who jerks off to my picture?"

"Uuu... you look so cute in that jacket so..."

Avery and alcohol

Fuck, you are sick of them raging at you every now and then. So? What to do? You eyed on the alcohols they got for the two of you and...

Crash

You hit their head with it. Just before they could say anything, you forced the alcohol down their throat, burning it. Just as you noticed they were wasted from the hit and burning sensation, you stripped them down and,

"I think you'll look great with your hole stuffed with this," you showed them a bottle of alcohol, "I don't give a shit about safe sex, feel free to have a check with Harper soon."

Doctor Harper...

Harper groaned as you plunged yet another syringe into their arm, the content? It's empty. Better be empty than fill it in with the drug they would use on you right?

"I bet it feels good, getting injected here and there right you fucker?"

Wren the smuggled

"Ehehe~ look at you~ so adorable in my bag, all tied up hm?"

The smuggler had been smuggled. Fuck, you were so going to enjoy fucking them while charging everyone fortune just to watch you fuck them dumb.

Milking Alex~!

Oh, the farm was growing. Look at it, the milk production got better in both quantity and quality! As expected of Alex! Now, it's time to milk Alex with your mouth and hand again!

Great Hawk the terrored

"Come on now, walking is better than flying right?" Great Hawk whimpered as you handed him his daily food. You caressed his bandaged wings that you broke with your own hands. "Good boy~ now eat, you'll need the energy to mate."

Black Wolf, awooooooo

Black Wolf did so as you fucked him dumb. What a pack leader he is, a great breedable alpha all along.

Robin, burn your fat down.

At this point, they were probably either traumatized or suffered from the masochist traits. Look, look at those marks ♡ how many times have you whipped the fuck out of them? It'll help burning down some of the fat they had.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt XI good omens season 1 finale I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE, I WAS READING FANFIC.

How is this a title I'm now forced to write. Yes, I know it's been a week since I finished episode 6 with you maggots. And today is the day we start season 2. However, I, the Official Good Omens Mascot, procrastinated writing part XI, because I was reading too much good omens fanfiction. Yesterday I do believe I was reading till 3 in the morning. Thanks guys.

Season 1 finale, or whatever I can figure out with my records of the watch along chat, at least. WAHOO.

[EDIT: I'm back at the intro after finishing this post, and I realised this is a very long summary, because most of it is me yelling at you guys. As I typed it I started reliving my rage of last week. Read on if you dare, yes the post is long, and yes the second half is in all caps. THIS TOOK EMOTION. YOU GUYS BETTER REBLOG IT INSTEAD OF LIKING IT SILENTLY WHILE LAUGHING AT MY PAIN. I WANT MY RAGE EVERYWHERE ON TUMBLR.]

Someone puts a message about how Crowley can no longer sense Aziraphale's presence, and again for some reason covers it with black. My reaction is of course horrified, and then everyone tells me to STOP CLICKING THE SPOILERS, ASMI.

So that's what that was. I realise this out loud, and everyone is ready to cry with exasperation. I explain to them very reasonably that while I don't read every message on the watch-along chat, every time there is a black message I assume it's important and I click on all of them to reveal the text.

Realising the spoiler function has backfired, as most things do with me, the chat sighs and everyone goes for a break. Then someone puts another blacked out message about the bookshop, and I react to that, leading to another blacked out message which simply says STOP CLICKING THE BLACK.

Oops, I already forgot. THE SPOILERS ARE JUST TOO CLICKY. CLICK CLICK CLICK. I HAVE TO CLICK ALL OF THEM.

Someone says I forgive you, Asmi. I reply with Don't bother, which leads to tears and threats to stab me. The chat maggots give up and we start episode 6.

There is a random flashforward. I don't understand what is happening, but then again, I never do.

Back at the airfield. Crowley walks in, recognises their hubby instantly, and takes charge sexily. Then the Bentley bursts into flames.

Crowley is heartbroken. No one comforts them. When I point this out (read, YELL IT AT THE CHAT IN DEVASTATION) someone tells me that this is how it always is.

APPARENTLY DAVID WAS TOLD TO THINK ABOUT THE TARDIS EXPLODING IN THAT MOMENT. I HATE THAT I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.

Crowley needs all the therapy. Someone says kinder fanfic authors give it to him. LIES, I point out, FIRST THEY GIVE HIM EVEN MORE REASON FOR THERAPY. THEN GIVE HIM THERAPY.

Everyone is yelling about a fanfic called demonology while Adam the Antichrist feels so weird at Aziraphale being inside someone that's not Crowley that he separates them in the First Bigeneration style. Doctor Who is inspired.

Aziraphale like the babygirl he is, tries to girlboss his way through the situation by making Crowley murder the kid.

Pepper FUCKING STABS WAR IN THE NAME OF FEMINISM WITH THE SWORD OF EDEN AND THEN OTHER TWO KIDS END THE OTHER HORSEPERSONS IN THE NAME OF HOMECOOKED MEALS AND ECOFRIENDLINESS AND WHAT THE FUCK THESE KIDS ARE TWELVE WHAT PERCY JACKSON LEVEL OF BADASSERY-

Crowley and Aziraphale give a half-assed attempt at a father-son (gn) talk with the Antichrist as the world is ending. It is a terrible contribution to saving the world. The Antichrist thankfully has inherent common sense, because he wasn't raised by them.

Aziraphale tries to overshare his and Crowley's meetcute and has to be shushed by an embarrassed Crowley who is trying to keep them alive.

Satan is supposed to arrive. I mistakenly assume Gabriel is actually Satan. Which pleases a lot of people.

Gabriel and Beezlebub talk and blame Crowley and Aziraphale (who contributed exactly JACK SHIT to averting the apocalypse).

I kind of ship Gabriel and Beezlebub after seeing them interact for 30 seconds, which for some fucking reason leads to a lot of reactions and yelling. I want them to be together. Which leads to more yelling. PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY CANON?

Satan arrives. Antichrist disowns him. Through the power of Manifestation, Law of Attraction and Positive Thinking, Adam is now no longer the Antichrist, Satan leaves, none of this happened and the BENTLEY AND BOOKSHOP ARE SAVED.

NO ONE IS FUCKING HUGGING CROWLEY. I'M GOING TO STAB A BITCH.

There is the bus stop scene Crowley asks Aziraphale to move in with him and they hold hands I DON'T FUCKING KNOW BY NOW THE CHAT HAS DESCENDED INTO CHAOS I'VE LOST MY BRAINCELLS.

ICE CREAM DATE AND SUDDEN INVASION AND I'M WATCHING THE ACTING AND I'M LIKE HANG ON A SECOND SOMETHING IS OFF AND I ASK SUDDENLY IF THEY SWITCHED.

THAT'S RIGHT, I ASK IF THEY SWITCHED. I KNEW THERE WAS A SWITCH AND I THOUGHT IT WAS MIDWAY THROUGH SEASON 2. BUT THE SIGNS ARE TOO MANY HERE. EVERYONE IS NOW YELLING AND PEOPLE KEEP IGNORING ME.

ALL THE ACTING IS FLIPPED I'M NOT BLIND YOU FUCKERS. AZIRAPHALE'S FACE IS DOING CROWLEY'S COULDNT-CARE-LESS EXPRESSION AND HE'S QUESTIONING HEAVEN AND CROWLEY'S TALKING HAS LESS CONSONANTS THAN USUAL AND NO CROWLEY SASS MORE AZIRAPHALE SASS IT'S THE SAME BACKGROUND AS THE NOSE-SCRUNCH SCENE AND SURELY THAT WAS AZIRAPHALE RIGHT.

EVERYONE KEEPS TELLING ME TO WAIT AND SEE. I KEEP YELLING THAT THEY MUST HAVE SWITCHED.

SOMEONE SAYS I'M EITHER A MADMAN OR A GENIUS. I TELL THEM I'M BOTH BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT DID THEY FUCKING SWITCH.

I'M NOW QUESTIONING MYSELF BECAUSE EVERYONE ISN'T LYING BUT THEY'RE MAKING ME QUESTION MY REALITY SO THE CLASSIC GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSSING.

I'M YELLING ABOUT HOW ONLY AZIRAPHALE WOULD BE POLITE ABOUT JACKETS AND SURVIVE HOLY WATER. EVERYONE IS LAUGHING AT ME. I'M NOW 60% SURE I'M WRONG.

PEOPLE KEEP YELLING WAIT AND SEE AND TALKING ABOUT SADIE AND DOTTIE I HATE IT HERE.

CROWLEY IS IN HEAVEN THAT WAS HIS DISMISSIVE LOOK I'M NOW 90% SURE I'M RIGHT. I'M YELLING ABOUT IT.

ADAM LEAVES THE GARDEN IN A METAPHOR AND THEN AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY SWITCHED BACK. THEY SWITCHED BACK. I WAS FUCKING RIGHT. I AM LIVID. I AM YELLING.

IT'S VERY EMOTIONAL AND NIGHTINGALES AND THEY TOAST THE WORLD AND I'M VERY EMOTIONAL BUT I'M COPING BY THREATENING MURDER BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING RIGHT.

THE END.

SEE YOU GUYS TODAY AT SEASON 2 I GUESS GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

[mintartem]

hey, hey! Me again. The one who cursed you for blessing me with two new ships lol

Anywho, since you mentioned it, art of Adam x the other angels? Raphael, Gabriel, Azriel, Sariel, all of 'em!

Would love to see art/ designs, but I can settle for hcs lol

I was going to make this into art but I’ve been busy. I hope you don’t mind headcanons and my portrayal of them instead. (I will draw them and ship them with Adam eventually)

I can’t write ALL of the angels (there’s like 50+ of them and that’s not including the fallen) I’m going to focus on the 7 heavenly virtues first (excluding Michael so 6 of the 7).

Please note all of these are for the Hazbin Hotel fandom and not an actual Bible lore or theology. Although some info here are based on theology.

Gabriel (Seraph) - Diligence

He is an energetic, loud, bubbly, and trustworthy angel who is loved and respected by all. But he is scary when he is angry or pissed off

It’s not easy to piss him off but if you did, it means you’ve done something absolutely horrendous in his eyes

He enjoys watching souls get their deserved justice or punishment

Since his heavenly virtue is diligence, he is the fastest angel to finish his work. But at the same time, he also has a lot on his plate. He values breaks in-between working.

Flirts with Adam and loves to get in his personal space (Adam doesn’t mind and lets him)

He trusts Michael the most

The only beings he follows/listens to are Michael and God

He wonders why he was chosen to be God’s right hand when the position should be Michael’s (in his eyes)

He enjoys his job of delivering messages

Has the best stamina and endurance among the angels

He has a sweet tooth

Like all other angels, he is proficient in playing multiple instruments. But his most favorite instrument to play is the trumpet.

The third brother

He [will be] against Charlie’s plan of redemption

Raphael (Seraph) - Humility

He is a calm, collected, and gentle angel who wants the best for everyone and heal them as much as he can.

He wouldn’t hesitate to scare off souls with medical threats if it means it’ll help them heal

He is a pacifist

As the heavenly virtue of humility, despite his high position and rank, he doesn’t see himself better than others and chose to ground himself (which is confusing for other angels)

As the angel of healing, he heals not just physical pain, but also emotional, mental, spiritual, etc. health.

When it comes for mental health, he does need a winner’s help since he is an angel and can’t understand human thought process that well

Surprisingly, he prefers spicy food

Like all other angels, he is proficient in playing multiple instruments. His most favorite instrument is the lyre.

He [will not be] against Charlie’s plan for redemption, but wouldn’t support it either.

The youngest among the four brothers

The tallest among the brothers

He and Gabriel tease Michael because of his crush on Adam

Also in love with Adam and loves watching Adam tend to his garden

He loves herbs, poisons, and other medical things (that includes snakes)

He is fascinated by human biology and anatomy. Adam is the usual target of this fascination

Has a doctor’s (terrible) handwriting

He is the most mature out of all the brothers

Has a sadistic side

Leader of the virtues

Azrael (Archangel) - Patience

When Adam met him in Eden, the impression he got from him was that he is a shy and quiet angel.

Azrael is a flirty and playful, but kind angel that enjoys the company of his fellow archangels

He loves the nature noises (such as chirping birds, cricket noises, swaying leaves)

He is mostly remembered for his wings. Angels and winners alike describe his wings as “so black that it’s like darkness itself created a solid form to serve as his wings”

He is respected even by the Seraphim for his duty

Originally, Samael was the angel of death. The title was given to Michael, who then gave it to Azrael

He is most known for taking the souls of “The Death of the First Born” plague in Egypt. He does not like being known for it though.

He created the Grim Reapers to help him with his duties.

He once offered Abel to be his first Grim Reaper. Abel declined.

Platonically flirts with Abel. Cain does not like it (he thinks its romantic)

Romantically flirts with Adam. Cain also does not like it

Cain does not like him in general. Azrael think its because Abel sees him as an older brother. (He’s right)

Despite being younger than Michael, Lucifer, and Gabriel, they see him as an older brother figure

The only angel who is allowed to enter Hell and Heaven without permission, paperworks, etc. (This is because some depictions portray him as the one who leads souls to heaven or hell)

Doesn’t care about Charlie’s plan for redemption.

The elders are wary of him

He kept Abel’s soul until Adam died and went to heaven.

He is the one Adam first saw when he died so, like Abel, Adam has an attachment to him

Uriel (Seraph) - Chastity

He is a quiet, serious, scholarly angel with an aloof and unreadable expression.

Contrary to his serious appearance, Uriel enjoys teaching angels and winners.

He is loved by his students. Outlookers would wonder why, but his students know what type of angel he really is

He loves dark chocolates. His students are the only ones who know. He receives a lot of dark chocolate every Teacher’s Day

He tends to question anything and everything for knowledge’s sake

[will] support Charlie if she can defend her redemption project (like a research/thesis defence)

He witness Adam’s creation and grew attached to him

He guarded Eden’s gate with a flaming sword. Currently, he hid away his flaming sword only to be used if Lucifer or anything evil decides to attack Heaven

He was Adam’s teacher when he got to Heaven. Uriel taught him about Heaven, heavenly duties etc.

He doesn’t hate Lucifer per say, but he is extremely disappointed.

He enjoyed watching humanity (especially Adam) discover things. Currently, his focus are now the winners, angels, and heaven borns

He enjoys reading about human philosophers and their philosophies (both east and west)

Loves playing chess against Adam

He is the one who provides strategies to Michael and is the one who helps plan training activities

“My house is not a mess. It’s an organised chaos”

He has his moments where angels cannot tell if he is being smart or lazy.

He is great at multi-tasking

On purposely uses scientific terms to annoy Gabriel and Lucifer. He does know how to “dumb it down a notch” according to Lucifer.

Cannot be wavered once he is focus on something/s

Cassiel (Archangel) - Temperance

He is an empathic, sensitive angel who wants to enjoy Heavenly life with his fellow angels, heaven-born, and winners

When Eden was created, he wanted to visit but he was forbidden to do so. Unlike Lucifer, he controlled himself and decided not to do so

He is the fastest angel

He helps Raphael in healing Adam’s emotional health

He has a pet dragon. The dragon likes Adam

He [would be] conflicted in Charlie’s redemption plan

Like all other angels, he is proficient in playing multiple instruments. His favorite instrument is the harp

Remiel/Jeremiel (Archangel) - Kindness

He is a kind, caring, and understanding angel who wishes the best for everyone

As the archangel of hope, Remiel tends to see the best in everyone. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t see the bad things either

He is an optimist

He is that one angel everyone goes to for comfort

He is usually the voice of reason

Like Cassiel, he also helps Adam in healing his emotional pain

Like all other angels, he is proficient in playing multiple instruments. His favorite instrument is the grand piano

[will] support Charlie’s redemption plan

“Please don’t mistake me as the fallen Ramiel. We’re different”

(I struggled with coming up hc for Remiel and Cassiel)

Bonus - Angels I want to create a character for:

Ariel (Archangel) - self proclaimed “Michael’s girl best friend!” Totally supports Michael and Adam’s relationship. Angry at Lucifer

Jophiel (Archangel) - sees Adam as the most beautiful creation. She hangs with Metatron often. Adam has deep respect for her.

Metatron (Archangel) - Human name: Enoch.

Chazaqiel (Watcher - Fallen) - Sahaquiel’s younger sister

Raguel (Archangel)

Selaphiel/Selathiel (Archangel)

Well this is long so I’ll end it here. I enjoy reading about Theology so this was really fun!

[exy-shmexy]

AU where Andrew has had an absolutely terrible night at Eden’s with clients being annoying pests so he’s driving home with nothing but anger and exhaustion in his bones, zooming through the streets of Columbia when suddenly something heavy hits his car.

Can this night just fucking end already? He unlocks the door to see what the hell that was, but an auburn-haired menace jumps in his car before he can get a foot out, and stares at him with an expression of pure terror in the bluest eyes Andrew has ever seen.

The boy, because really that guy is barely an adult, frantically asks him if he can take him to the airport, he’ll pay him however much he wants. Andrew is frozen in place, but then he sees the blood. He points at the guy who is becoming paler by the second and tells him he won’t make it to the airport. The guy blanches more. Andrew tells him he can take him to his house, his brother is almost a doctor by now he can do stitches. The boy is terrified, but he reluctantly says yes so Andrew drives him home where Aaron is indeed waiting because wtf andrew you’re so late. When he sees Andrew carrying someone else inside. Aaron is just this close to losing it but Andrew tells him to shut up and just stitch that guy up. Aaron asks what’s going on. Andrew says he has no idea this is a long day he needs whiskey, okay?

Aaron patches up the guy in silence while Andrew watches him work. The man is passed out on their couch, leaving blood on their cushions which is just great. He wakes up a couple hours later with Andrew and Aaron hovering above him and they ask wtf this is about. So the menace—Neil—panics and tells them he’s really sorry but he needs to go now. Andrew pushes him back on the couch and demands an explanation. Aaron suggests calling the police but one vicious glare from both Neil and Andrew is enough to shut him up.

So this is how the twins find out Neil is on the run from some very shady people who tried to murder him last night and he needs to leave the country to be safe

[talktomegooseman]

Baby baby

Ship: Bob Floyd x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 678

Warnings: pregnancy, mention of childbirth (nothing graphic)

Authors Note: Not Proofread. Feedback is always appreciated!

You hear the door open, and listen to the pitter patter of feet as your two kids go to greet their dad. Bob walks into the kitchen with Eloise on one hip, Eden on the other. “Hey mama. You been feelin ok?” He asks, putting the girls down, watching as they run to the living room and placing his hands on your protruding belly, feeling the taut skin. He looks at you with concern, knowing you were near your due date.

“Bobby. I’m fine. Elijah has just been kicking for the most part. Up until an hour ago…” you broke off, grimacing as a contraction rolls through you. “Babe. Why didn’t you call?” Bob asks, pulling you close, his hands kneading your lower back. “Because this is baby number three and knowing my luck he’s gonna be late anyways.” You reply, voice muffled by his shirt. “Given the fact that you’ve been having contractions for an hour, I think we’re gonna have ourselves a valentines baby sweetheart.” Bob says. He knew that with the girls it progressed fast and he had a feeling that it would be the same with this one.

You on the other hand, didn’t want to believe it. That is until things got more intense in the middle of the night. “Bob. Bob. Robert!” You whisper yell, shaking your husband awake. “Sweetheart?” “It’s time to go. I’ve called Reuben and Maria. They’re on their way over to watch the girls.” Bob got up with speed and precision that only a Naval officer could have, and helped you to your feet, grabbing a pair of sandals for you, slipping them on.

You leaned on your husband as he lead you to the car, having to stop a couple of times for a contraction to pass. You meet Reuben and Maria in the driveway and tell them to go inside. You knew the girls would be happy to see them come morning. The pair of them knew that they would be watched by them when you left.

Bob made sure you were in the car, and hopped into the driver seat and headed towards the hospital. “You ready for this sweetheart?” He asks, his hand in yours, rubbing circles with his thumb on the top of your hand. “About as ready as I can be. Are you? Last baby and all?” “Yeah. I am. I’m ready to meet my son.” He says, as he pulls into a parking stall nearest the entrance. He gently leads you into the building and gets you checked in.

“Mr. and Mrs. Floyd, good to see you!” your doctor says, walking into the delivery room, and begins the routine checks. “You too Dr. Draper.” You say with a grimace, as you feel a pop and a gush of fluid. “Right on time doc.” Bob says, as she laughs. “Let’s get this show in the road!” She announces, as your nurses enter the room ready to bring your son into the world.

A sharp cry filled the room at 1:30 AM and you slumped back against the pillow, chest heaving. “He’s here sweetheart. Elijah is here.” Bob says, tears in his eyes as your baby is placed on your chest. “Hi baby boy. I’m your mommy. This here is your daddy.” You say, voice thick with emotions, tears running down your face. “Happy Valentine’s Day Bobby.” “Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart.” He says, kissing you, as Elijah is taken by a nurse who cleans him and takes his measurements. “Little man here has a good set of lungs, ten fingers and toes, and a whole lot of love.” Dr. Draper says, as she exits the room, leaving the three of you alone.

“Happy birthday Elijah Robert. We sure do love you.” Bob says, cradling the newborn in his arms, swaying gently. “We love you. Your aunts and uncles love you. Your big sisters love you. It’s right that Valentines is your birthday baby boy. You’re so loved.” You say, as Bob perches on the bed, relishing in the warmth and love you share.

[ineffablenlghtingales]

Look, the thing(s) I love about Good Omens is this.

1) It's witty. The humour is quick, clever and it's almost like blink-and-you-miss-it.

2) There's TONS of hidden things, references (not to mention those of Doctor Who among others)

3) The amazing storytelling. I've watched shows that have been well written and have twists and turns and whatnot but I have not before seen one like this that portrays the events in a way that (well I don't want to say 'misdirect' in the sense that they're directing us wrong but that they're leading us to believe on thing and actually doing another) gets us to think one thing and then another.

Case in point: The spray bottle Crowley uses when dealing with Hastur and Ligur. We see him (I'd say exaggeratedly but let's be real, he knows how dangerous holy water is for someone like him) preparing to handle the thermos Azi gave him and carrying it gingerly with tongs while wearing gloves that cover most of his arms and a smock. Now he's STILL holding the spray bottle that way when he carries it (but the spray bottle, we later discover, didn't have any holy water). It was pointed out to me that this could possible have been to make us thing that it had holy water because up until the moment when the droplet rolls down and lands on Crowley's finger, we're all not sure and probably crying out "No! NO! Crowley, no!" But then we realize, with Hastur, that it didn't have any. Other point, the appearance swap. I don't know about everyone else because you all were there when this stuff all happened and I've only just joined this wonderful fandom but when I saw that episode, and I saw my boys about to face their impending annihilation, I was thinking, "Well, damn, how are they gonna get out of that." But then the swap happened. It's so clever, and I love it.

4) The complexity of the characters and the perhaps intentional reversal of what might be stereotypical ideals

Case in point: Crowley. He's a demon, the Serpent of Eden who tempted Eve and brought about the downfall of the human race. But he's not entirely evil (we see that in the fact that he didn't want to and didn't kill Job's children or his goats...the fact that he, of his own volition, stopped a girl from unaliving herself despite the punishment that would mean for him and his concern, care, whatever you want to call it for people. Wanting to get them out of harm's way when Shax and her demons came to attack, pleading with God not to test humanity to the point of destroying them...the list goes on.

Need I say more? I am in love and I do not understand how I did not discover this earlier. Ah, of course, also David and Michael's chemistry and fantastic acting, that's a big factor too.

[halfbakedideas]

doctor stop promising you’ll keep so-and-so safe, your track record proves otherwise!

[littlepatchofhell]

Hozier's management people: so, Andrew. What were you thinking for the new music video?

Andrew Hozier-Byrne: Maybe... doctors dancing? That way, everyone's masked up and safe as possible. And you can turn the hospital gowns into those choir gowns, that'd be striking.

Management: what about your role? It's your song, your fans want to see you perform it.

Andrew: oh, erm. Yeah. Well. Uh... what hasn't been done to me in a music video yet?

Management: well, we arrested you in From Eden, took off an arm and a leg in Eat Your Young, burned you in Dinner and Diatribes. Also, had you slick your hair back and shave your beard to make the terrifying anti-andrew.

Andrew: can't do that again, the psychic damage alone is... uh- what if I just died? Just kicked it on the operating table during an emergency surgery or something. Could you imagine the weight of that loss on the mind of a stranger? Some surgeon who just got their license, exposed to some new horror while I watch the psychedelic light show of my own dying brain.

Management: Sounds great! we'll see what it takes to get you rigged up for fake heart surgery.

Andrew: oh... I was just thinking outloud. But yeah, I guess it'd be quite cinematic, wouldn't it?

[etherealsdreaming]

Assassins Finding Out Their S/O Is A Witch 💙

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

💙 When he learned; he wasn’t surprised one bit as everything added up, now making sense. All the late nights out, the strange herbs and things made and hidden away in your shared home. But unlike others he was more curious than fearful. In fact so much he would begin to ask questions, understand, and learn all the secrets to life, to the universe. To know that hidden knowledge. He wouldn’t be concerned about your safety knowing you have handled yourself quite fine before he met you and would find that Masyaf is one of the safest places for you where he’d be least concerned.

Connor Kenway

💙 He would be the one whose most accepting of it. Some of it is similar to what his own tribe’s beliefs and practices so he’d be the one who would help you gather materials for any spells/rituals. Even learning green witchcraft and herbalism himself. As for safety I wouldn’t think he wouldn’t be as concerned for yours seeing as the homestead is full of more trustworthy, openminded people who happen to know of Connors native and warrior like background; besides that others may see you as only a doctor. But he would warn you even on the request of Achilles in hopes you wouldn’t speak of it to others outside the safety net. But you always knew to never do such a thing.

Ezio Auditore

💙 It would depend on which Ezio we’re talking about. If he was his younger version; he would be open to it but still question your belief and the way you do things; especially if you believe in multiple existing gods. But after his meeting with Minerva he would believe there’s more to life than meets the eye. Therefore be more accepting and even curious; willing to enjoy the few moments when you open up and talk about it and even watch your work from afar. But if you aren’t in a relationship with him nor the type to fall for his charm then he may be afraid if he offended you and if you might curse him for it. Or he may ask you to do a reading on why he keeps falling into a cycle of never having love or if he ever will find love for that matter. But who knows maybe your cards indicated your future relationship together. 😉 Since it was a time when the witch trials occurred; Ezio would be fearful of your safety. You’d find him being overprotective and upset whenever you ventured out or did anything careless or in which would make you appear to be a witch. (Like if you were to heal people) But knowing you may do so anyways, to the least he would ask you to do so only near the villa and that he’d be the one gather ingredients himself.

Arno Dorian

💙 Although the witch trials declined considerably and even convicting a person difficult; it still worried him. Therefore he would still guard you from any suspicious people. On the other hand he will be confused as to why you believe yourself to be a witch. Yes, there are pieces of Eden with mystical powers. But this is different and he may appear unbelieving or not take it serious. That’s until you prove a point of his “gifts,” his abilities to see things that are not there or to witness memories through people and objects. You’d consider this his “third eye sense,” clairvoyance, or Psychometry. He would be surprised you know of it as he never told you. If not that he’ll start believing you more when he sees spells coming to fruition and your simple “knowing of things.”

[dippable]

hey gang! haven't posted in a while. so let's talk about the boiled one phenomenon/TOE, that webseries with the character that made me unable to sleep correctly for a few days.

okay, so, i do believe that uh. thing with the hands. his name's locust. i'm not very sure how he ties into the story, but i do know a few things. when he gets a victim, he hollows them out- making it look as though nothing happened- and takes their heart (or, in the title, a "love thumper"). i'm not very sure how TOE (the organate enterprises) fits into it, but based on what i'm seeing, it seems to be the company behind the nature broadcast, the ad for the star candies, and whatever showed up after the ad for the star candies. do i know what this means? of course not

okay here's the part that i'm definitely sure of. there's lots of references to the bible, and locusts. i'm not christian, or even that interested in the bible, so if anyone wants to correct me here, do it. however, the locusts in the bible eat everything they come across. also, locust is mentioned in revelations (which i will talk about in a minute)

the boiled one's introduction has heavy, HEAVY references to the bible. mostly, i saw the sky opening up and the trumpets in the ears of the victims as VERY biblical sounding. however, when zamperini's (his name is likely a reference to watanabe matsuhiro, who was in the japanese military and a known war criminal) laying in the bed while being interviewed, we see the sign about jesus turn into "i can see you" above him. we can also see the uh. hair? spikes? whatever? of the boiled one in the window. personally, i see it as very similar to how god watches over people- all-seeing, all-knowing, etc etc. plus, most of the events in the fetal fanfare part (sky opening, trumpets) tie directly to revelations. plus, the "tree of heaven" part ties to it as well... but i don't know about a tree of heaven. maybe it may tie to the garden of eden? but i'm unsure. anyways, time to focus on zamperini, the war vet.

job zamperini, while being a reference to the events of prisoners of war in japan, also references job's suffering in the bible. again, not a christian, but job's story involves god taking everything from him. plus, the ephrata branch (according to comments under emortalmarcus's video) is named after a town in pennsylvania. ephrata, while being a town in PA (which may tie to why it wasn't placed in zamperini's original hometown) sounds similar to efrata/efrat, which is an israeli settlement, believed to be the original location of bethlehem- more ties to religion and christ.

overall, i personally believe it's leading to a focus on zamperini and watanabe. zamperini turned to christ to deal with the pain and suffering he endured while a prisoner of war, and watanabe died in 2003. i do believe the boiled one is watanabe's ghost coming back and using biblical imagery, themes, and events to torment him further. however, i'm not very sure how my boy locust ties into this (and i haven't even SPOKEN about that creature that follows you after the lights turn off) or how TOE ties into that and all. overall, i need me some more lore to figure out if doctor nowhere is focusing completely on zamparini's story, or if he's using it as a symbol of war (like one of the comments on the original series said)

overall 10/10 series i saw the boiled one on a thumbnail of a video and genuinely shat myself

[pinovapie]

DRDT Warrior Cat Au

So i used to be obsessed with Warrior Cats as a kid and uh. I still really like the concept so... Here's my Warriors Despair Time AU! Forgive me if everything is really rambly,,, ft. Redesigns of the cat designs i made before- also, feel free to ask questions, talking about it will probably help me expand it.

Words: (just in case you don't know warriors, if there's anymore i missed lmk-)

Kittypet -> House cat, a pet belonging to a human

Twoleg -> Humans

Nest -> Bed or Home (a Twoleg Nest is a house)

Den -> House (Warriors den is where warriors sleep etc.

Medicine Cat -> Healer, Clan doctor. They can also (usually) communicate with the dead as well as receive visions and omens.

Medicine Cat Den -> Infirmary /Hospital for cats

Starclan -> Where the dead cats go. Heaven for cats ig?? Starclan cats are covered in stars c:

Twoleg Place -> A collection of houses, street, town, city, etc.

Thunderpath -> Road

Monsters -> Cars, Vans, Trucks, etc.

Mono TV -> Monostar

The ' leader' of the newly formed 'Despairclan'. Really they're the deputy for the true leader. No one knows why the leader stays hidden but they do. They're kind of incompetent but they do a decent enough job (despite their love of violence...). The clan is a mismatch of random strays and kittypets/house cats.

Eden Tobasia -> Thymeleap

A very friendly Kittypet that joined the clan by mistake after getting lost. She keeps trying to persuade her clanmates to come back to her twoleg nest so they can find proper, warm, safe homes for everyone. So far it hasn't really worked but in the meantime she'll do whatever jobs are required to help everyone. She has convinced Butterflylake, Orchidgleam and Lilypetal to occasionally wander near twoleg place to look for her home. They haven't found anything yet but her friends (and Lilypetal i guess?) are always happy to try and help her home.

Arturo Giles -> Lilypetal

A medicine cat. He's not the best medicine cat in terms of personality and ability to speak with starclan, but he knows a decent amount about herbs and healing. He's not a fan of healing and prefers to use non essential flowers to cover wound dressings so he doesn't have to look at cats' 'disgusting mangled fur' whilst they're in the medicine cat den. He's also a fan of decorating his own fur to look prettier. In this AU he's obsessed with Kittypets and their 'pampered' lifestyles.

Veronika Grebenshchova -> Veronika /Centipedeslaughter

A Kittypet that's obsessed with clan life. She constantly tries to help the clan by bringing them more prey or fighting rouges and loners. She's regarded as an honorary clan member by Monostar and usually spends more time in camp then at her twolegs' house. She usually decides to sleepover with Lilypetal or Horsejump (who do not like her one bit-). She often recounts the horror films her twolegs' watch as some kind of spooky story to scare her clanmates. She chose the warrior name Centipedeslaughter herself.

Ace Markey -> Horsejump

He used to be a farm cat named Horse. He got abandoned because he kept getting scared of the mice rather than catching them. He was given the suffix 'jump' after joining the clan due to his skittish nature. Despite being terrified of them, he can speak to and understand horses (like how Millie could talk to dogs in canon warriors). Rather than having an ED due to jockeying, in this AU he doesn't like eating 'raw meat' (he's used to cat food-) so he tries to avoid eating it as much as possible.

Teruko Tawaki -> Stumblespark

A very clumsy and unlucky cat. She stumbled into the clan by mistake and decided it's safer than wandering stray. Stumblespark seems to suffer misfortune after misfortune. Lilypetal is not fond of the near permanent medicine den patient. Thymeleap, Xander and Rosecurl all to their best to help her feel welcome. Veronika often pesters her for her 'dramatic scar stories'. Due to her luck she's been hit my monsters and survived multiple times.

Charles Cuevas -> Charles -> Viperfang

He used to be a kittypet until a tragic event left him wandering alone. He became a medicine cat due to being de-clawed (he doesn't remember why). However, he only handles small cuts and non bloody ailments due to dislike of blood (he closes his eyes when eating -).

Whit Young -> Whit -> Heartwing

Was a kittypet living near Charles. Originally, they didn't get along but after Viperfang's trama was brought up by a certain event, they bonded due to Whit helping. He used to pester and annoy Viperfang by just showing up on the territory and following him around. After the event however, he joined the clan officially to help his friend. He's taken on the role of a part time mediator (not a canon thing in the books as far as i'm aware but shush-). He usually just listens to cats vent rather than giving advice but it usually helps a lot.

Rose Lacroix -> Rosecurl

The lead medicine cat. She's an expert at creating the right mixes to cure things. Her perfect memory also allows her to know exactly which herbs to use and where to find them.

Hu Jing -> Hu Jing ->Butterflylake

An elegant kittypet that was mistaken for a stray and released miles from home. To respect clan traditions she picked a name similar to the translation of her kittypet name. She's taken on a deputy-like role in the clan by organising patrols and sharing prey evenly between clanmates. She often tries to comfort and care for new arrivals and quiet members of the clan. However, her lack of patience and experience when dealing with stray cats often causes her to see things with a black and white mindset. Enjoys hunting to provide for the clan and often goes with Eden as a hunting partner.

Nico Hakobyan -> Quiettuft

A cat that was abandoned by a breeder after being left for months, after all their littermates were bought. When they first came to the clan they were quiet and kept to themselves. For some reason, Horsejump hates them. Is he just a bully? Did they know each other before the clan? Who knows. Quiettuft is annoyed by them constantly picking fights with them. However, for some reason, even though they've noticed Horsejump's dislike of 'raw meat' they haven't told anyone.

Xander Matthews -> Xander

He was the leader of a gang of rouges before being dragged into the clan. Before he joined the clan he was part of a colony of cats. However, he was caught by twolegs due to disease running rampent. He was the only one they managed to save. He still feels guilty about it. He had a truce with Pebbleroll when they were both rogues. When joining the clan he immediately respected Hopeeye due to a past incident. Hopeeye distracted a pack of dogs by being super friendly then darting away once the confusion wore off. This action saved Xander as well as a couple of fellow rouges. Even after joining the clan he insists on keeping the name Xander.

David Chiem -> Hopeeye

He used to be the leader of an old clan. He was a loved an respected leader, always inspiring and supporting his clanmates. Until one day a giant flood hit at the same time as a whitecough (lethal disease) outbreak. He tried to stay positive and reassure his clanmates that they could make it out! Many cats passed away, believing in Hopeeye's reassurance. After 2/3 of the clan were wiped out, he retired and left the clan, feeling like a liar and a poor leader for letting them down. After meeting Xander properly, however, he's regained a little bit of spirit.

Levi Fontana -> Orchidgleam

A very large fluffy stray, was orignally from a 'bad' clan but left for unknown reasons. was one of the ones to find Horsejump on patrol. Up until a bad argument (and even afterwards-) he saw Horsejump as a cat that needs protecting. As a result he tends to follow him around (even if Horsejump is not happy about it-). Before the argument, Horsejump would pick fights with clanmates and then immediately run and hide under Orchidgleam's belly. Unfortunately, that argument seems to have stopped that from happening and Orchidgleam feels a little guilty that he's no longer considered a safe space. In other news, he's a big fan of decorating his fur with plants and tends to annoy Lilypetal by tagging along to find flowers.

Min Jeung -> Minnowfur

A cat that prefers sticking to the warrior code. Learned a decent amount of herbs after learning who the clan med cats are. She doesn't get along with Xander due to his tendency to break the code, often for his own morals that she doesn't quite understand.

Arei Nageshi -> Pebbleroll

After being tormented by her siblings, she left her previous clan and became a feared and respected cat among rouges. Eventually, after opening up to Hopeeye and defending Thymeleap during and argument with Lilypetal, she joined the clan with the goal of making genuine friends.

J Moreno -> Jasmine -> Jayshadow

A kittypet of a celebrity that hated the attention and her owner. So she ran away. She hates her kittypet name since it's 'too girly' and instead chose the name Jayshadow because it's 'cool' and 'badass'. Lilypetal constantly bothers her about her previous life which she hates. One of Xander's rouges bit part of her tail off. On one hand she thinks it makes her look badass, on the other she's pissed at Xander for being obnoxious and reckless. She rolls in plants to make her fur so scruffy she can't be recognised by her owner. Ryan is the replacement cat her owner got, she even called him Jasmine as well.

Obviously, once the killings happen the deceased go to Starclan. From my memory canon Starclan is a mess so y'know- i would include the Dark Forest (cat hell-) but i don't think we know enough about why characters are the way they are to say they definitely deserve cat hell y'know?

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Silence - Chapter 49

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Ana and Tommy spend some time together checking on business in London. Tommy drops an unexpected bombshell on Ana.

Warnings = Language...Grammar...mentions of brothels... guns...violence.

Word Count = 3210

Note = Hey, so it's been a hot minute. I don't know if people are even reading this anymore and if not I completely understand it has been neglected. I had covid and to be honest, sitting around feeling sorry for myself had me actually writing to stop being bored so, i guess it was a good thing. Anyway, if your still reading enjoy. 💙

I sat in the passenger seat next to Tommy as we drove to London. I had told the doctors at the hospital I would be gone for a few days. I was nervous to do so considering the stage of healing both my parents were at. My mother was at her most vulnerable, scared of most males that entered her room, only mumbling incoherently under her breath until they left. My father was traumatised, although he tried his hardest to hide it when I was around. He still relied on a pad of paper and a pencil to communicate. His tongue was still too painful to form a word despite the physiotherapy.

I couldn’t help but feel guilty for leaving them when they needed me most. But I also felt I had neglected my relationship with Tommy long enough. I moved between our apartment and the hospital. Tommy moved to gather information needed to hunt down the Italians who did this to my parents and threatened me inadvertently. Both of us passed like ships in the night.

We had arrived in London before 10 am. Our first stop was at the docks in Camden Town to check on his shipment and Arthur. I watched as men unloaded boxes from the Shelby boats, my shawl wrapped tightly around my shoulders to shield me from the cool morning breeze. Tommy stood talking to a smaller man while watching the shipment arrive. I could tell from Tommy’s reaction that this was a man he trusted without question, he even smiled a few times during their conversation.

I walked slowly towards them, mindful of my step as the men set hard at work unloading the never-ending shipment. “This your lovely future wife to be Tommy?” The smaller man asked as I approached, his eyes dropping to my swollen stomach.

“Anastasia Adler” I offered my hand to him to shake but instead he kissed the back of my hand, removing the peaked cap he wore before putting it back on his head with a confident smile.

“Johnny Dogs.” He introduced himself and I nodded. I had heard the boys and Polly mention his name a few times. It was nice to finally put a face to the name. “When are you tying our Tommy down? Been a while since we had a good wedding mind ye”

“Oh, we haven’t really…discussed that yet,” I answered holding my shawl tightly.

“No?” Johnny asked surprised. “Good-looking lass like that? Tommy, you need to tie her down before another man comes.”

“All in good time Johnny, all in good time.” Tommy slapped a hand over his shoulder, whispering something in his ear before reaching for my hand. Once I had accepted he gently pulled me away from the dock and up the metal staircase where a man he referred to as Billy commented on how safe the shipment would be under his watch.

Leaving the docks we drove into town stopping outside a popular club I heard the boys talking about. The Eden Club. I instantly inhaled, this was that man Sabini’s club. Although I knew Tommy and the Peaky Blinders had taken it over, the memories of that man and the beating he ordered on Tommy came flooding back and it made me nauseous. It all started with Tommy, John and Arthur coming to this club a few months back. To me, this place screamed trouble. I didn’t care how fancy or popular it was. It was cursed.

As we walked through the long elegant hallway of the Eden Club I heard what sounded like skin slapping and grunts coming from somewhere. I walked behind Tommy, the noises becoming louder and louder. Looking around I spotted the source and sickness rose in my throat.

“Morning Arthur.” Tommy strode past his older brother fucking a whore without so much as blinking an eyelid. Arthur had his gun drawn thinking it was an intruder. “We are just passing.” Tommy sighed and continued walking. I held a hand up over my eyes as I hurried my step after Tommy.

I shivered at the image I was sure would haunt me for the next few weeks as Tommy entered a curtained drawn room, this place was darker. Moodier. I started to wonder if the Eden Club was also a brothel of sorts. It had what I felt would be the makings of one. A lot of soft furnishings, and almost pornographic paintings on the wall. Curtained off areas. The dark moody, intimate atmosphere. It would be a high-end brothel if it were one.

Tommy looked over the books as I walked around the room making my assumptions about the place. My thoughts were broken by Arthur coming into the room snapping his fingers and demanding a drink. He was partially dressed this time as he approached me kissing my cheek as a hello before sitting in front of Tommy at the table he had chosen to check the books.

“Whiskey Tommy? Arthur asked buttoning up his shirt as a waiter appeared with a large bottle of brown alcohol and a few glasses.

“No. I have a long drive ahead.” He inhaled on his cigarette his eyes not leaving the books. His lips parted to blow out a puff of smoke as he studied the numbers.

“You off home?” Arthur asked trying to make conversation. He looked over at me for a moment for an answer but Tommy was quick to answer.

“Eventually,” Tommy answered. I walked over to him, my hands resting on his shoulders and I started to rub them. I looked over at Arthur who smiled, his cheeks slightly red from what I had witnessed only ten minutes ago.

“To Birmingham then eh.” Arthur cheered the air. “Good ole Birmingham.”

“What’s this?” Tommy asked, tapping his middle finger on the paper. “Olives?” I sighed softly rubbing Tommy’s shoulders as Arthur explained what an olive was and the stick on which they sat making me chuckle.

I understood it was business, but I couldn’t understand the importance of the olives until I realised that olives were code. The conversation takes a more serious, darker turn. I remained quiet, standing behind Tommy I rubbed his shoulders gently.

“The home secretary is cracking down and I don’t need this fucking everything up. Do you understand?” Tommy asked in a harsh tone, a cold look on his face as he looked up at Arthur.

“I understand.” Arthur nodded, pulling his hair towards the back of his head before pouring another whiskey.

“People down here are scared of you Arthur. But if you don’t straighten up it’ll be John’s turn in London.” Tommy warned a serious threat laying in the undertone of his voice.

“No need. I can handle this.” Arthur shook his head. “I got this yeah.”

“Fucking tidy profit though eh?” Tommy smirked, at the money on the table. Arthur smacked it smiling back.

“It’s happening Tom.” Arthur nodded towards both his brother and myself. I didn’t know what exactly was happening but I knew better than to question it when they discussed business.

“Good. Make sure it does.” Tommy instructed as he stood up, nodding his head for me to follow as he walked towards the exit. “Straighten up soldier.” He yelled.

“See you later Arthur.” I smiled gently touching his shoulder before running off after Tommy. He was like a man on a mission trying to get through his business here in London.

******

We drove through a fancy housing estate in London. It was quiet, posh. I immediately felt out of place. Tommy pulled the car over on the side of the road, we had stopped outside what looked like a gated home. Tommy immediately pulled out his pocket watch, holding it in one hand. With his other hand, he pulled out a map from the side pocket of his door, placing it on his lap.

“Tommy, what are you doing?” I asked confused by his actions. If anyone knew where they were going it was Tommy. I always believed he had a built-in compass inside his body.

“Sir I am afraid you will have to move along. There is no stopping in this area.” An armed soldier came over to the driver's side of the car. Tommy looked up in acknowledgement.

“Apologies. I was just checking the map wasn’t I love?” Tommy looked at me and I smiled nodding. I didn’t know why we had to lie but it became second nature to me when it came to defending Tommy.

“Well move along, this is a no-stopping zone.” The soldier spoke nodding his head, his eyes falling on my pregnant stomach before stepping back allowing Tommy space to move the car.

Tommy handed me the map checking his stopwatch one last time before driving off through the wet streets of London. “23 seconds” Tommy commented turning the corner. I looked at him waiting for an explanation but received silence.

“What was that about?” I asked softly holding the map in my lap. “That is something to do with that file you hid in your desk the other day isn’t it?” I felt myself getting a little annoyed. “Is that why you brought me along? Use me to help cover your tracks?”

“The less you know, the better Stace. You know this.” Tommy spoke in a long drawn voice. “You trust me don’t you?”

“Of course I trust you Tommy but I also worry for you. We have a baby on the way I would hate to have to raise them alone.” I huffed looking out the window. Tommy sighed a troubled look in his eye as we pulled up to Ada’s home.

Over the weeks when Freddie died, I felt myself getting closer to Ada. I reached out to her personally via letters, which she happily returned. I had so much admiration for her. For her bravery in Garrison Lane when her husband and brothers went to war against Billy Kimber. To her strong, powerful way of raising her child after the loss of her husband. She was a pillar of everything I wanted to be.

Tommy and I didn’t speak again as we left the car. Knocking on the door, we stood in silence when a younger gentleman opened it catching us both by surprise. Ada hadn’t mentioned him in her letters to me.

“We’re looking for Ada” Tommy spoke hands deep in his pockets, his infamous stoic look on his face as the almost boy-like man took in his appearance.

“And who are you?” He asked keeping a calm exterior which I found rather impressive considering Tommy’s imposing nature and cold stare. But Tommy didn’t provide an answer, instead, he pushed his way past the young man and into the home.

“It’s her brother. I am so sorry for his behaviour.” I sighed following in after Tommy. The young man closed the door behind us as Tommy removed his hat and coat hanging it up and walked into the living room, hands still deep in his pockets as he greeted his sister.

Hanging up my coat, I caressed my bump following in after him with a small smile as I reached out to hug his sister. The young man comes into the living almost like he is ready to protect Ada from her brother.

“Who’s he?” Tommy asked sparing the young man a glance, standing before Ada with an annoyed expression on his face. Tommy didn’t trust anyone he didn’t vet personally and even then the trust was sparse.

“James rents a room” Ada answered in annoyance her brother would be so forward in front of the young man who hadn’t done a thing.

“You need to rent out rooms?” Tommy asked sarcastically.

“Actually she doesn’t charge rent,” James answered, causing me to furrow my eyebrows looking at Ada with confusion while Tommy stared him down.

“He’s a writer. Means he is skint” Ada chuckled sitting down, patting the seat next to her for me to take. I was glad to accept it stroking my baby bump as I did. Tommy had yet to take his eyes off the poor man when he asked Ada about the whereabouts of her son.

“What do you want Tommy?” I could feel the tension in the air shift at the mention of his nephew Karl. “Oh god before you start seizing him up for a wedding suit. He is not interested in me. Or of girls of any kind.” Ada smirked slightly rubbing my bump.

“Ada” James looked at her worriedly, Tommy’s gaze still upon him.

“What? Tommy and Ana won’t judge you. And he sure as hell won't go to the police” She sniggered and for the first time Tommy broke eye contact with him, choosing to look at something on the floor as he reflected on his sister's words.

“Look, I’ll go and get dressed” James didn’t make eye contact. With my emotions all over the place, I felt bad for him. He was outed in front of strangers which would have been hard for him I had no doubt.

“James.” Tommy sighed stepping towards him. “I’m Thomas. Nice to meet ya.” He extended a hand for him to shake which made me smile. James looked down at his hand, over to Ada then back to Tommy’s hand as he accepted the handshake. “And that’s Anastasia.”

“Nice to meet you” James nodded at me as I waved to him.

“Can I have a moment with my sister please?” Tommy asked calmly.

“Yes of course” James smiled taking in Tommy’s appearance. I could sense that he appreciated Tommy for showing him respect. The action alone had me biting my lip as I sized up Tommy from my position on the sofa, my sex drive was crazy, making itself known at the worst times.

Once James left, Tommy sat on a small armchair in front of us, clearing his throat as he looked around the room. He folded his hands on his stomach inhaling deeply as he looked at Ada.

So, does the lodger know your name?” Tommy asked causing me to roll my eyes. Here we go I thought to myself as I stroked my stomach.

“Yeah. Throne. You'd think I’d tell anybody anything else? “Ada answered “You Brummie boys are all over the papers. Just one last push eh? Then you’ll go legit. Just one more obstacle to get around? Then it’ll all be straight?” She asked.

“Actually yes,” Tommy answered in a bored tone making Ada laugh.

“Personally I find it quite amusing. Men like you are becoming very fashionable around here. No society party in London is complete without a gangster the girls go giddy for. No offence Ana.” Ada took a dig at her brother but it felt like my offence. Tommy looked down at his lap, thinking over his words which worried me. Something was bothering him. “Anyway, what is it that you want?”

“I’m about to have a child Ada. So I have set up a trust fund the beneficiaries will be my baby obviously but I want to ensure that Karl and John’s kids are looked after as well. But in order for Karl to benefit I need your signature.” Tommy spoke solemnly pulling paper from the inside of his jacket. I was speechless as I held my stomach looking at my future husband. What was he talking about? He was scaring me.

“I’ve set up an account where the money will be transferred in the event of my death” Tommy finished putting the paper on the table, then sitting back as if he hadn’t just dropped that bombshell. I felt sick.

Ada leaned forward taking the paper as I stared at Tommy who wouldn’t look at me in this moment.

“Are you sick?” Ada asked.

“I’m just doing what any ordinary man would. Putting my affairs in order.” Tommy answered so casually.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped feeling angry that he didn’t talk to me about this before coming to Ada. I leaned forward in my seat glaring at Tommy as he looked over at me. “You're not going anywhere, Tommy.”

Tommy looked down at his lap again, a troubled look on his face even though he tried to hide it.

“Do you hear me? You’re not going anywhere” I growled standing up, feeling the need to pace. My hands were shaking at the thought of losing him, tears settled in my eyes as I walked the floor. “I’m not raising this baby alone. I’m not.” I started to panic.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Ada tried to soothe me walking alongside me as tried to get me to recollect my breathing.

“Why would he say that? Why would you do this?” I asked in a panic, tears falling down my face. Tommy was never like this. What had changed over the last few weeks that had him thinking he was going to die?

“Stace, it’s only a precaution. I wanted to make sure you and the next generation of Shelby’s are looked after…” Tommy started to speak.

“This is all to do with that fucking file, isn’t it? What is going on Tommy?” I snapped. Ada’s eyes widened at the sound of me cursing. It was a rarity for me but I felt like this situation warranted it.

Tommy shook his head standing to his feet once more. He came to stand in front of me cupping my face into his hands as he rubbed the tears from my face. He slowly leaned forward kissing the tip of my nose.

“It’s a precaution. I will come back to you.” He promised looking deep into my eyes. His deep blues swirled with so many emotions it was hard to pinpoint just one. “We will raise this baby together.” He lets go of my face to hold my swollen stomach.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were doing this? We did I have to find out like this?” I asked tears continuing to fall from my eyes.

“I thought having our Ada’s support would help you understand better” He spoke calmly. “I wanted to show you that even without a husband you will be fine, looked after just like Ada.”

“We are going to marry Tommy you can’t…you can’t do things like this and expect me to react normally”

“It's just a precaution, Stace. Just a precaution.” Tommy repeated holding me close to his body.

******

That evening when we returned to Birmingham we stopped at the betting shop. Tommy went straight to Polly’s office to look at the financial gain from the day whereas I went straight to John who was looking at a book in the shared office.

“Alright Ana, how was London?” He asked offering me the cheeky smile he had.

“John I want you to do me a favour and I don’t want you to tell Tommy about it. Not yet.” I asked quietly checking over my shoulder for Tommy. “What is it?” John asked curiously. I exhaled loudly as I stroked my baby bump, thinking of the words I wanted to say. I needed to do this to protect my baby, to protect Tommy.

“I need you to teach me how to shoot properly.”

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