#feel free to send more anytime ;)

[noctilin]

as promised, and for the first time in the past 5 years, i'm selling my stuff again with the help of @chipchopclipclop as i make a guest appearance in his store 🎉🎉 mostly old persona art but I've never sold half of these so technically they're new <3 orders on my items will get a silly ryuji sticker! side note that the surprise print is something I've made before but isn't akiham themed.

almost everything will ship from Australia and the shop is in AUD. if you're from the Philippines, you may order from the link provided below to save on shipping costs!

STORE LINK // CHIPS STORE POST // LINK FOR PH ORDERS

store will be open until DECEMBER 26TH and all items are PREORDER. stock will be ordered next year at the very start of JANUARY after the store period ends, so don't expect anything to get to you in time for the holidays (lol) -- epic pogchamp chip

[iamnmbr3]

smirking all over his pointed face, Draco Malfoy leaned across Harry and seized the largest Bowtruckle. 'Maybe' said Malfoy in an undertone, so that only Harry could hear him

Idk what you think but i can't consider "lean across" as normal for two guys who have no feeling. Like that close? like the imagination is not gonna be absolute normal to me.

This whole bit is such a trip. Harry and Draco then proceed to have a whispered conversation. Meaning they are standing close enough to hear each other. And then it ends with "Malfoy walked away, smirking over his shoulder at Harry" which imho is physically impossible to do in a non-flirty way. Wtf Draco!?

Literally for the first 5 years Draco's whole life revolves around Harry. Harry's got other things on his plate, but Draco's entire priority is to insert himself into Harry's life, even if the only way to do that is by making himself into a rival and constant nuisance (despite the fact that his dad specifically told him not to be openly hostile to Harry).

Harry is also...interestingly relaxed about Draco getting all up in his personal space. They are both always weirdly comfortable around each other, even when they have every reason not to be. They're just drawn to each other.

And once Draco changes his attitudes and cleans up his act I can see Harry, in a postwar world, suddenly realizing that there's no push to balance out the pull that Draco has always had on him. Once Draco is no longer on the opposite side of the war, no longer a bigot who hurts Harry's friends, suddenly Harry becomes fully aware of just how much he's drawn to him, and how much they have in common.

[blondeaxolotl]

for you, for listening to me yap (and bc im trying to get a handle on writing jamil so i can write my jamikali fic)--🧣anon

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Jamil stepped carefully into the eerily-lit cafeteria, his ghostly escorts brushing past his silver-clad sleeves. The tables were elaborately set up, candles ablaze with blue fire and lace-like tablecloth made of…Sevens, were those cobwebs? 

Jamil squared his shoulders, expression falling from charming and poised to momentarily panicked, before settling on placid and serene. 

And yeah, Ortho might nuke Night Raven College. And okay, yes, his doing so would eradicate all student life on campus, Jamil included. But, it would also take out any and all possible spiders, he was sure of it.

So he turned around and walked right out. 

Or well, he tried anyway. But the moment he shifted, the wispy forms of the phantom guard solidified behind him, the temperature dropping a couple more degrees, and Jamil could feel himself going lethargic, could feel his cold blood start to flow a bit more sluggishly, the usual sharpness of his senses dulled by the frigid air. 

He did not yet see her, the reason he was here, in the NRC cafeteria, but he felt her. He felt her in the bowed heads of his ghostly escorts, in the way he could hear Idia squeak in panic, and in the sensation of cool fingertips as they traced his cheek. 

Fighting off the urge to shiver, he pulled himself together, eyes sharpening as she finally came into focus. Most brides wore veils of tulle and chiffon, but she? She was veiled in death and beauty.  

She was a grotesque amalgamation of bone and skin. She was an ethereal figure of lace and elegance. Sorrow and determination. Haughtiness and anger. 

The enchanted ring sat heavy in his pocket, and the weight of his duty lay heavy on his shoulders. 

Jamil adjusted his cuffs, giving a practiced smile as he stepped towards her. His movements graceful and deliberate, his gaze steady. He’d spent his whole life smiling and playing along to the wealthy, anticipating their needs and acting accordingly. What was one princess to the hordes of elite he’d been serving since childhood? 

He was ready. 

And then, as if on cue, a voice called out from the frozen lineup of suitors to his left.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, Sea Snake?”

Jamil faltered mid-step, before moving on, ignoring the voice as he dropped to a knee in front of the specter floating in front of him. 

He knew exactly who that voice belonged to without having to turn and look. He sighed, exasperated, but kept his composure. He could apologize later. Right now, he had a job to do.

“Your Highness,” he said, looking up at the dead royal, “I apologize for the interruption, I know it is most uncouth, to intrude on a Lady on her wedding day, but I just had to express my love for you. I think you’re the loveliest Princess that has ever existed, and no one will ever be able to compare-”

“He’s lying! Sea Snake’s a liar!” 

Jamil’s eyes slid over to the left, where Floyd Leech’s frozen form twitched slightly, his body held in an exaggerated position of bored disinterest. Floyd’s mismatched eyes were gleaming with the playful malice Jamil was all too familiar with.

“A liar? For thinking I’m beautiful? How dare-”

Jamil tuned out the ghost princess, locking eyes with his boyfriend instead. 

Stop, his eyes said, just let me handle it so we can get this over with.

No, Floyd’s expression said, I will not. 

Jamil winced, mentally cursing himself. He was supposed to be focused. This wasn't the time for Floyd’s antics, but, as the eel merman was already turning over to the still yelling bride-to-be, it was clear that was never going to happen.

“Hey lady! Shut up already! You talk too much, it’s annoying.” 

The lady in question swelled in rage, her face taking on a bluer-hue as she rose higher in the air, her personal guard floating up with her, desperate to calm her down. The princess shrugged off the soothing hands of her loyal soldier, shrieking as she flew straight down to Floyd’s frozen form and delivered a loud, painful smack. 

“How DARE you speak to a Princess that way? How dare you raise your voice to me, you vulgar, lowly, impudent reject! Why, I should–” 

“Your highness, please,” Jamil hastily spoke, quickly stepping in between the angry princess and his angrier boyfriend, “ignore him.”  

He kept his wary eyes trained on the princess’s still raised hand. “Don’t listen to him, really,” he laughed, forced and strained as he sent a subtle kick to Floyd’s leg, “I meant every word I said.”

“No, you didn’t.” 

Floyd’s voice dripped with annoyance, as though Jamil had made a grievous error.

“Floyd,” Jamil hisseed, trying to keep the edge of stressed out desperation free of his voice. “I’m just here to do my part, okay? I’m just putting the ring on her finger, like Crowley asked. I’m trying to save everyone, including you—”

“Yeah, save everyone,” Floyd interrupted with a scoff. “Except me.” He let out a dramatic sigh, eyes narrowed in a mixture of mock jealousy and irritation. “What, you think you’re just gonna be cheating on me? In front of me?”

“Floyd, you literally didn’t care at all when it was your turn,” Jamil pointed out, all thoughts of the princess gone as he turned around to face Floyd.

He motioned wildly to the still-frozen suitors, and then to Floyd himself as is to prove his point . “You outright pissed her off on purpose. You didn’t even try to woo her. You didn’t even let Jade pull it off! If he had I wouldn’t be here!”

“Oh, yeah? So, I should be more like you?” Floyd’s voice shifted to a high-pitched mockery. “Playing the perfect prince with your pretty boy act and everything?”

Jamil rolls his eyes but, despite his best efforts to remain calm, couldn’t help but mutter fondly, “You’re impossible…”

“You’re my boyfriend,” Floyd continued, his voice louder now and laced with possessive glee. “So why are you over here trying to impress some ghost bride? Huh? You think she’s got better charm than me?”

The ghost bride watched this exchange with steadily escalating fury, her pale blue eyes narrowing in disgust at the absolute mockery of love playing out in front of her. How dare these fakes, these imposters of princely perfection come forth and profess their most ardent desire to wed her, to be her most beloved groom, only to turn around and trade impassioned declarations of love with one another? She reevaluated the one she had smacked twice already–he at least, was honest in his disinterest. The one with the pretty braids though, had to go. Her beloved Prince Idia would never. 

She floated closer as her latest suitor straightened his back, his striking eyes still settled on the one with the teal hair. “Floyd, you were in the lineup before me. Don’t act like I’m the one who started this whole mess. I'm trying to end it. Can you at least let me do that?"

The teal-haired one, Floyd, caught Eliza’s approaching figure, and he smiled, pointed teeth on display. "Yeah, well," he huffed, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "I guess I can, but then, it’s not up to me, is it Sea Snake?"

Jamil stiffened, the sensation of ghostly fingers brushing through his hair reminding him that he wasn’t alone, and hadn’t been the entire time he had been pulled into an argument with Floyd. 

The sound of a sharp slap cut through the air, Jamil freezing in place just like the others. His body went rigid, but his eyes still burned with frustration.

Floyd’s voice rang out in his usual smug, teasing manner, as if nothing had happened. “Oops. Looks like I won this round. So, Jamil... when are we going to stop pretending like you’re actually going to woo anyone else?”

Jamil’s eyes narrowed, a little fire behind his otherwise calm expression. “You seem to forget Floyd, but I wasn’t the one who sabotaged everything before.”

Floyd gave a small, almost bored, shrug in response. “I didn’t need to win her over. She wasn’t my type. You, on the other hand...”

There was a pause, then. “I’m just trying to save you, Floyd.”

"Mm, sure," Floyd’s voice dipped, sounding too satisfied for Jamil’s liking. "But I’m not sure I’m too thrilled about Sea Snake trying to impress anyone else. Especially not her."

"You're impossible," Jamil muttered again, his voice barely a whisper.

“You mad about it?” 

Jamil shifted as much as he could in his frozen state, flexing his neck as he once-more took in the cold that was settling in as the ghostly wedding continued to assemble. Now that he had no mission to complete and the adrenaline had long since left, he could feel the urge to fall into a deep sleep once again creeping up on him. 

He blinked slowly, taking in the mismatched eyes that were staring into his own. “I suppose there are worse ways to go,” he mumbled through a tired yawn, “then falling asleep to the sight of your eyes.” 

Floyd snickered in delight, and Jamil smiled. It was real and not at all like any of the smiled he had flashed for the princess. “I mean,” and now Jamil was really fighting sleep, his eyelids growing heavier with each degree the temperature seemed to drop, but he was determined to put a matching smile on Floyd’s face, “could you imagine, if I was stuck staring into Jade’s? The horror.” 

And Floyd was laughing now, pointy teeth on display once more, and Jamil fell asleep to his favorite smile and favorite sound, the feeling of something long and lean kicking slowly at his legs.

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im not too pleased with it. i feel like if it happened the other NRC boys would not hold back from their heckling. but i hope you enjoyed it!

JUMPING BACK AND FORTH ONTO THE WALLS, I LOVEEEE THISSS SM. Floyd has no chill, literally if this was like a end of the world situation where Jamil had to woo someone into not nuking the world, Floyd would just hit the nuke with a hammer without hesitation instead of witnessing Jamil get with someone in order to save everyone. "Taking everyone down with me" ahhh

WAAAAGG this was a great way to start my morning I'm absolutely in love with this.. Thank you for using my inbox for a fanfic dump I AM HONOURED. But also whole time I was reading it I was just thinking about the brides reaction to just witnessing flojami argue in front of her.. just pure what the fuck

Jamil, you had it all perfectly but unfortunately your eel boyfriend would rather die than witness you rizz up the ghost bride in front of him 😭😭

[gingiekittycat]

Hi! Love your fics so much thanks for writing and feeding us!!!

Do you have advice for writing GO fics?

(no pressure to answer)

Thanks anon! I'm happy you like my fics 💜

As for advice... Wow! Do you mean any advice at all, in general? I'm trying to think of things that would be specific to the Good Omens fandom and not just to all fanfic, but I'm having a hard time thinking of something.

So how about just some things I do when I'm writing a GO fic?

Rewatch the source material (even if it's just 5 minutes every few chapters or so, to remind myself of how the characters sound)

Vocalize dialogue to make sure it flows OK (and yes sometimes I do the accents, though not very well, heh). I try to visualize the characters saying it while vocalizing. The looks on their faces, their mannerisms. (I uh, don't do this for the sex scenes though... The vocalizing part anyway)

Use my own personal religious trauma as a jumping off point to really get into the characters' heads (haha) (*cries in ex-catholic*)

Also, if you haven't already, read the original novel! (Please do this even if you don't write fic, you will get SO much more out of the show by reading the book. Plus, you know. The book is fucking brilliant.)

Maybe my followers have some more advice too?

[casscainmainly]

In your recent post about Cass & Jason, you mention your read on Batgirl 19, and how you think Cass forsakes justice in her question for redemption. I think I recall seeing an earlier post that was made about this, and I'm pretty sure it was by you. Do you mind linking to it? I want to respond to that idea, but I don't want to derail your post about Cass & Jason.

Hi!! I'm so sorry (and this is my fault because I don't tag my metas) but I'm actually not sure what post you're referring to. The closest I could find is this post which briefly mentions Cass being so blinded by her morality that she doesn't see grey areas, though that's not exactly what you're looking for. Ironically it's another Jason and Cass post haha.

If anyone knows of a post that discusses Cass forsaking justice for redemption (whether mine or not), please say it in the comments!!!

But anyways, feel free to reply to the Cass & Jason post from yesterday!!! I really don't think it would be derailing it, and I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on Batgirl 19/Cass' morality. I will never be mad about people ignoring the Batboys in my posts in favour of Cass... she deserves it.

Sorry to not be of any help, but absolutely feel free to make that post, whether replying to mine or not!

[averagegtenjoyer]

here to submit my g/t akeshu fearplay thoughts.

- one of his billards confidant outings ... maybe their first. borrower ren is confused because?? he very obviously can't play or shoot without help, but he doesn't question too much.

- akechi smirking like an asshole as he carries ren over to a table, setting it up before simply making him watch because he wanted to show off LOL ... but they have a casual conversation all the while.

- suddenly, before the last shot, akechi pauses and goes " one more thing, " before going over and picking ren up between finger and thumb with a rather ominous smile ... dropping him right in front of the cue ball that is just a bit bigger than ren himself.

- ren's eyes widen, and he looks confused, perhaps even a little scared. akechi relishes that all too cute expression, but keeps himself composed in order to shoot. then, he shoots.

- not towards ren, though. last minute, he ended up doing an off the edge trick shot, getting the last ball in with a clean shot and a confident smile as he looms over ren. in his mind, he won in more ways than one.

- " what'd you think of that? "

- poor ren genuinely thought he was going to have a mental shutdown then and there for a second, but simply nods and claps in response with beads of sweat forming on his brow. this is fine. he's fine. akechi was just messing around, surely ...

- akechi is happy with how this little outing of theirs went and proceeded to act like nothing happened on their way home. he'd have to do this more often. he likes the fear flash in ren's eyes. <3

UWAGGHHH so TRUE!!!!!!!!!! I love this so much, with the trickshot and everything !! I LOVE the idea of akechi using their regular confidant things to his advantage, constantly flexing his power over the smaller. I think eventually (esp in the third semester) he’d just drop akira in the middle of the table and make him dodge the billiards balls as he plays. What, I thought you were a phantom thief? You cant dodge a few pool balls? Akira gains +2 guts after the encounter. This is not so much “playing” pool as it is being the victim of akechi’s fucked up little game of pool.

I would assume he does this for darts too. He has him pinned to the dartboard, his head right below the bullseye. And of course, he hits it every single time without fail. But the dread that he might uncharacteristically miss still ghosts in Akira’s brain. Akechi’s not concerned. He just likes to see the fear in his eyes before the dart lands.

[large-baguette-112]

🎀🌷📸🌌💙

:D

AWAWAWA YIPPEE!!!!!

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

Amara for the ask game?

!!! thank you luca i love this ask game!! and i always love talking about amara!!

Sexuality Headcanon: quoiaroace lesbian

Gender Headcanon: trans fem genderqueer neutrois they/e pronouns

A Ship: a queer platonic relationship but amara & billie

BROTP: dean & amara also jack & amara also midam & amara…. i love amara and wish they interacted more with people

NOTP: dean x amara (honestly amara didn’t even want that relationship tbh like the way they talk to chuck about it they are confused by it)

Random Headcanon: one thing they have in common with chuck is they both love cats

General Opinion of Character: umm i mean they are my icon… i love them one of my favorite supernatural chs… definitely was underused but they made up for it in s15 because they were epic in s15 (until spn destroyed them in the end but then again literally every ch got a shit ending in this show)

Send Me a Character and I’ll Answer These Questions

[myrtiniart]

🍇 🥭 🥔

🍇 "Would feed ducks by the lake with you"

I've never done this before but I'd love to! Ducks are sooo adorable 🦆

🥭 "I'd really like to be friends with you"

I'd love it too!! I'm blessed to have such cool mutuals, I already consider you my friends!

🥔 "I just think you're neat"

Awwww you're too kind!! 😭💖

[jessicanjpa]

Sensory Ask: 52 & 67 for Jasper please!

(from the Sensory Headcanons ask list)

52. What's something they prefer to do the old-fashioned way?

Studying. Jasper does a fair amount of work on his laptop, what with his schoolwork and all the work he does as Alice's Secretary and Identity/Risk Manager for the family. So it's always a relief to put away the electronics and lose himself in a stack of books or manuals when he's researching something or trying to teach himself a new skill. The knowledge he's soaking up feels more solid to his fingers, and he loves the kind of quiet that makes the occasional turning of pages seem loud.

It also feels sort of special because it reminds him of those wandering years when he was alone. He wasn't exactly happy in those years between Maria and Alice, but it was also a time of discovery as he—circumspectly—began to reconnect with the human world. He made very little effort to interact with actual humans, but he did want to explore and learn about all the things he'd missed over the past 80 years. Everything looked and felt so foreign, especially when he was in cities. The safest way to learn was to sneak into libraries at night and read about it all.

67. Do they ever shout/yell?

Nowadays? Hardly ever, and most of that is just play-fighting with Emmett when they shout insults or challenges across the house. He can probably count on one hand the number of times he's shouted at someone in real anger. When he does, he's not proud of it.

Looking back to his fighting days, I imagine Jasper yelling/screaming at the newborns pretty often when he was newer. As he grew older and calmed down, he found it was easier to control them with fewer words, thanks to his gift and the use of harsher punishments whenever someone stepped out of line.

[ftm2bbw]

Long time lurker first time asker. I consider myself mostly a fakeboy and god knows I've edged for hours to your blog picturing myself as the desperate, fattened up breeder cow you can't stop getting stuck as.

G cups, though.

Do I want udders like yours? Yes. Most of the time. But honey, I read this and my first instinct was "I wanna fuck a litter of my kids in her", "I wanna breed her and feed her so fat she can't stand by month three." How much of a submissive, massive housewife can you be? To make someone like ME want to man up, get a real cock, and keep you chained by your own fertile womb as my personal cumslut? Year after year after year, until your current tits are a distant memory of slenderness and you forget what it's like to not be lactating, not be full, not be stupid and struggling to move and so very well cared for (I promise.)

You're not a man, sweetheart. Maybe when I'm done with you we can go back to growing MY tits but for now? Fuck, I have to breed you.

Just use me to live out your fantasies. Think of it as a test drive, y'know. Force my body to change for you, to get nice and full and achingly pregnant for you. All round belly and leaky, full udders and feminine curves - only getting worse with every baby you pump into me. Only becoming a better breeder for you with every passing year.

I already am big enough to have mobility issues, I waddle and have started using a cane when I'm on my feet a lot. Just think how much worse I'll get once you're really fattening me up and weighing me down with a full womb. Dumber and more helpless and complacent with every pound and passing week, pregnancy hormones absolutely wrecking me. All because of you.

Show me I'm not a man. Turn me into the massive broodmare I'm meant to be.

[yellow-bunny-ears]

((I LOVE the asks y’all have been sending in!! I will respond soon! <3 I’m a college kid in basically a full time job —-ahem, unpaid internship—- and I now have another cold I think, so I’ve just been super tired and not thinking of good responses! But I’ve seen the few asks and I love all of them, they’re so fun😊))

[triggeringtommy]

mutuals im giving u a kiss 💋 mwah ;3

[lesbianmarciaoverstrand]

I have no idea how I got this little kitty cat badge to place after my url. I must have accidentally clicked some t/u/b/i post or smth apparently. Anway fortunately it is perfect for this blog. Wizard cat be upon ye

[bill-needle]

Asks are now open

Inundate me with questions and comments at your convenience.

I might even respond to them, if I feel like it.

[brucedefender4eva]

Anytime Dick, Jason, and occasionally Tim buy any new furniture for their apartments they come to Bruce

Bruce has this innate Dad skill to be able to assemble any kind of furniture with just a glance at the instructions.

Jason’s shitty bed frame broke so obviously he used Bruce’s credit card to buy himself a nice solid oak bed frame

He wakes Bruce up in the middle of the night and demands that he fixes it up for him. Bruce, half dead, just does it. He’s gotten way to used to Jason barging into his room at late hours.

A few screws here, a few screws there, bada-bing bada-boom a beautiful oak bed frame is now in the middle of his dining room

“… How are you getting this home?”

“Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“This is a king’s size bed frame, your apartment is way too small to fit a bed of this size.” Bruce pointed out.

“I’m sure… that if I… hmm…”

Bruce sighed tiredly and massaged his temples. “Okay… let’s put this in your old room tomorrow, okay? Sleep here tonight and we’ll figure something out.”

“I feel like you planned this Pops.” Jason narrowed his eyes down at Bruce, only slightly perturbed by the deadpan tired look in his Dad’s eyes. “Did you-“

“Go to bed.”

“Yup.”

——

“What is that?” Bruce questioned, narrowing his eyes as the… pile of wooden frames stacked in the corner of Tim’s room.

“It’s supposed to be a bookshelf, I’m pretty sure.” Tim shrugged, trying to stack his books on top of the pile like some fucked up jenga. “I did it myself.”

“Yeah I can fucking tell.”

“Hey rude, I worked hard on this.” Tim huffed, glaring up at Bruce. “It’s not my fault that the instructions are in Dutch.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow as he bent down and grabbed the discarded scrap of papers. “You can read Dutch.” Bruce flipped open the little booklet, his eyes scanning the pages with mild interest.

“It’s not a matter of if I can read Dutch, it’s if I want to read Dutch Dad.” Tim explained, stressing his words like Bruce was the idiot in this situation.

Bruce watched silently as the five books Tim had stacked on top of each other fell down in a pathetic heap, causing the stack of planks to also fall down in an even more pathetic heap.

“This isn’t even Dutch, this is Swedish.”

“They look the same!”

“They don’t.”

“Are you here to judge me or fix my fucking bookshelf?”

“This is a bedside drawer… Tim what the fuck?”

——

“Wait… explain again how it caught on fire?” Bruce rubbed his temples, staring in distain at the scorched floorboards in Dick’s living room.

Dick shrugged and picked at a loose string on his hoodie sleeve. Actually that might’ve been his… Bruce is pretty sure that’s his missing hoodie.

“I looked away for like, half a second. Next thing I know, bam! My Persian rug that I totally didn’t steal from you is on fire!” Duck waved his hands around, making Bruce’s headache grow stronger. “I feel like Spencer Shay from ICarly…”

“Right… and why did you try to assemble a trampoline in your living room?”

“Dad, are you allergic to joy? To fun? To whimsy?” Dick looked at Bruce like he had committed a cardinal sin, as if having a trampoline in your small ass shoebox of an apartment was a logical decision to make. “Who is going to stop me if the urge to jump and bounce consumes my head? I should be free to bounce!”

“Why don’t we buy another trampoline for the manor. One that’s outside instead of in your personal gym.” Bruce suggested, taking his oldest son by the shoulders and steering him outside to his car.

“Can I still get a personal trampoline?”

“Sure, I’ll buy you a mini one. Not a full sized one. I’ll also send some cleaners to fix… well everything. But yes to a mini trampoline, I’ll put it together myself.”

“Yay!”