#gomen I took too long

[hinamie]

completely innocuous vash sheet :) fr practice

[crowlixcx]

Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin' I don't need your reasons Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Don't Speak by No Doubt - The Brainrot Series

(requested by @10-days-of-freakin-olives)

[hypnosis-microsys]

20 days of Hypmic; day 2 - fave division

data jingie

[freddiesflowercrown]

Final Fifteen opinion almost a year after the release of season 2 YAYYYYYYY

Thing is I personally never interpretated aziraphale's "you're the bad guys" as something that meant "you crowley are also a bad guy because you're a demon from hell". I always saw that "you" as a reference to hell. I mean crowley constantly says "your lot" even in s2 to aziraphale when he refers to heaven so i never saw the difference between what crowley does to what aziraphale did in that moment, they were talking about hell and heaven anyway. Also aziraphale and does not believe crowley is a proper bad guy, he believes he is nice. (and why would he take someone he thought was bad to the """good""" place anyway?)

And that also never made the scene less heartbreaking from crowley's POV in my opinion. A conclusion that we come at by the end of season 1 is that both heaven and hell are bad in one way or another with both aziraphale and crowley completely accepting that and that's also one of the reasons they now are on their side. So if aziraphale thinks hell is bad and heaven is good it seems like he's taken a step backwards and somewhat rejects (?) "their" side. So if that made sense i don't think this pov made the words hurt less for crowley or something?

Now whether aziraphale actually means it/rejects their side or not a different discussion 😭

[remidrawsstuffs]

So I was listening to my playlist when The song "don't you dare (make me fall in love with you)" started playing. While listening to it, it made me realize how good omens coded it is, specifically ineffable husbands

"don't you dare, make me fall in love with you" - C

"don't you dare enchant me with those eyes" - A

"If I fell through your skies there's no way you will catch me" - C

"There's a tear in my heart but your patch wouldn't match me" - C and/or A

"Being near you still adds to size of my sighs" - C

"There's still seismic events at "hello"s and "goodbye"s " - A

"And I still need reminders of why it's unwise... to stare" - C and A

"So don't you dare..." - C and A

[raz-writes-the-thing]

New Year's Kiss (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Aziraphale asks to be your New Year's kiss.

Fic type: holiday fluff

GOMENS: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 @florduarte @complimentary-breadbasket @thekirbishow @jaziona92 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’d mentioned it when you were a little tipsy on New Year's morning. You’d never been kissed. You’d never had a kiss on New Year’s either. Well, those things sort of went hand in hand, but the point was- you’d never felt someone’s lips upon yours. 

It wasn’t necessarily something that upset you. It was a fact just like how caterpillars have, like, four thousand muscles was a fact. But Aziraphale was a romantic at heart, and how could he let a stunning creature such as you go without a New Year’s kiss when there wouldn’t be another chance of that for another whole year? Not a long time for Aziraphale, no- but it was for you. 

So, at five minutes to, Aziraphale took your hands in his and gave you one of his ever so charmingly romantic smiles. 

“My dear,” he started somewhat hesitantly. Like he didn’t quite know what to say. “I’ve been thinking about your confession this morning.” 

“My confession?” You asked, having sobered up many hours previous. “Oh! The New Year’s kiss thing? Yeah, what about it?” 

Aziraphale’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. Your heart skipped a beat. 

You’d had feelings for Aziraphale for a while now. How could you not? He was soft, kind, handsome and a reader. And he did his own washing- what more could you ask for, really? But you’d never really entertained the idea that he might have felt the same way for you. 

“I know I haven’t mentioned it before,” he said, clearing his throat and ordering his thoughts. “But- if you were amenable, I- well, I would be honoured if you’d do me the honour of being your first.” 

You blinked a couple of times, trying to let the information absorb into your brain. 

“Kiss, that is,” he hurriedly corrected, though you honestly wouldn’t have minded the alternative either just quietly. 

“I- Aziraphale,” you breathed, a smile slowly spreading over your lips. You bit down on your bottom one so as not to seem too eager. There was a squeal threatening to escape you any second now.

“I know this is highly unusual for romantic courtships,” he continued on, clearly growing anxious now. “But I just thought, well, why not ‘shoot my shot’, as it were.” 

Your eyes darted to the countdown on the television. Just a minute left now. Outside, you could hear the people gathered on the street start to countdown. 

“I- yes, Aziraphale. I would love that.” 

Aziraphale looked very pleased with himself, and he let go of one of your hands to brush his forefinger down your cheek. 

“You’re truly stunning, my dear. Gorgeous.” 

You could feel your cheeks flush slightly at the compliment. Aziraphale was always paying you compliments, but they never ceased to fluster you with their sincerity. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you chuckled back, eyes roaming over his features. He really was gorgeous, wasn’t he? Outside, you could hear the countdown get louder as it reached ten seconds to go. 

Your grin was infectious, and Aziraphale shot you one of his own. He shuffled in place as if he were nervous. He probably was. 

And then the countdown struck zero, and Aziraphale’s lips were on yours. Soft skin but a firm press of his lips. Your arms wound around his neck and you pressed yourself close. You’d waited so long for this- for a kiss, for Aziraphale, really. 

And now you had him. 

Zira pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours affectionately. He held you close, not wanting to let go of you just yet. 

“Happy New Year, my darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Happy New Year, Zira,” you replied lovingly. 

It was gonna be a good year. You just knew it.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pardon me good sir, but uh... my friends are officially rationing my acess to gomens content (they claim they are trying to prevent spoilers but I think they simply hate me now) Sir, please, I am begging you. What is (are)? the final fifteen? Are they the remaining fifteen of the death tournament? ALSO THEY KISS??? IF THEY KISS SHOULDN'T THAT BE GOOD?? WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THEY KISS TO RESULT IN SUCH AN EMOTIONAL REACTION FROM THE FANS??? WHO HURT MY BLORBOS??????????

Don't worry anon maggot! Your friends want the pain to hit unexpectedly, but I've got you! Let me tell you about the final fifteen so you are completely prepared. The only person more well versed in the final fifteen than I am is Neil himself, but he's a busy man, so I'm overseeing the spoiler department.

We find out that your uh blorbos are not who we thought they were. "Aziraphale" as we knew him in the first season is gone to start a chinchilla farm in Glasgow with the descendant of Elspeth, who it turned out was a long-lost fae princess.

The Aziraphale we see in season 2 is not he, it is a marsh-dwelling shapeshifter by the name of Dottie. Dottie, you see, is engaged in a decades-long feud with the British finance ministry, and in an effort to overthrow them, she took Aziraphale's form and began her residence in London.

Crowley meanwhile is off having a century-long nap because the 21st century got simply too tiresome, poor bloke. He asked a demon Sadie to take his place lest Hell get suspicious, and owing him a debt, she did. But [MAJOR GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 SPOILER ALERT] Sadie and Dottie in a shocking twist of events fall in love. But the marsh-dwelling shapeshifters have come to find Dottie and suddenly no one knows who the real Dottie is.

The final fifteen is in fact a callback to Cinderella's ending. One by one through rigorous tests, Sadie, desperate to find her love, eliminates the other shapeshifters, narrowing them down to just fifteen contestants.

The final fifteen.

Does she find Dottie? Well really my good chap I can't spoon feed you everything you will have to watch the show. In life, sometimes kisses are quiet, gentle and romantic. And sometimes they are rough, masochistic and desperate. Sometimes kisses are a please stay, and sometimes they are a goodbye. Will Sadie and Dottie find each other against all odds? Or will they have to make peace with knowing this is goodbye?

You'll have to wait and see. Watch Good Omens 2, now streaming on Amazon Prime, to find out.

[sapphire-weapon]

Not that anon but I want ur metaltango explanation 👀

ok well

I'm pretty high, so gomen if this is incoherent.

basically, we know exactly three things about Krauser's past:

he trained Leon

he loved his men but couldn't protect them, and then couldn't even die alongside them, and he feels incredible guilt over that

Leon says that he had a code of honor that he kept to, and the game outright says that he used to be a good guy

none of that

literally NONE OF IT

even hints that Krauser was an abuser. in fact, it paints a total opposite picture.

Krauser is a dark omen of what Leon could become under the right conditions, because he was also someone who believed wholeheartedly in the institutions that were supposed to support him, in the rule of authority and law, and in the chain of command -- all things that Leon believed in in RE2.

and just like Leon in RE2, he had all of that ripped out from under him in the harshest way possible.

but unlike Leon, Krauser didn't have a Sherry Birkin to protect. he was left completely and utterly alone. abandoned. and born from that trauma was a desperation to never have that happen to him again, which is why he goes out seeking power to protect himself with.

if Leon had had everything stripped away from him the way that Krauser had, who's to say that he wouldn't have become a villain himself? he certainly had justification for it, after all that'd happened to him.

and the game harps on this a few different times. Krauser says to Leon that they're two sides of the same coin. he also has a line: "I know your every move. you learned them from me." the implication here is that Leon is still walking down that path. he's not out of those woods yet. if he doesn't save Ashley... then what?

so go back and rewind now.

rewind to Leon being fresh out of RE2 and all of the horrible shit that happened to him and being placed under command of this man who's at least ten years his senior but still believes in all of the things that betrayed Leon in Raccoon City. that was probably a pretty powerful revelation for him, and -- knowing what we know about Leon -- it was something that he would've wanted to emulate. Krauser was a strong man who took no bullshit from anyone, but he still had things that he believed in. that's exactly the kind of person that Leon would want to be.

and like. Krauser couldn't have trained Leon with the efficacy that he did if Leon didn't trust him completely. like yeah, Leon ran missions with his unit, but their trainings were one-on-one affairs. if Leon didn't trust him, he wouldn't have been able to learn shit from him. and since Leon went into this relationship not being able to trust himself, even, after RE2, to be able to trust someone else to that extent is a Big Fucking Deal, actually.

like.

Leon doesn't want to fight Krauser in RE4make. and he certainly doesn't want to kill him. even after Krauser kills Luis, Leon's still trying to talk it out with him. because he loves this man. Krauser believed in him when he didn't even believe in himself, and Krauser's teachings are what kept him going this long.

and on the flipside of things, Krauser looked at Leon and saw nigh-limitless potential stuck inside of a man who was too broken to see it. the one thing that held Leon back was his own distrust of himself, and so it became Krauser's goal to build that confidence in him back up in order to unlock that potential. and to be a part of something like that -- to have that kind of effect on another human being's life -- that's some really powerful shit, too.

but then Operation Javier happens. and Leon lives, when all of Krauser's other men die. how do you cope with something like that? unfortunately, Krauser didn't.

so metaltango is like... at least for me...

it's a mentor/student relationship that's far more personal than that. Leon looks up to Krauser, sure, and Krauser has a vested interest in helping Leon become the best version of himself that he can, but... it's more than that. both of them saw pieces of themselves in each other. both of them drew hope from one another. but then that hope in both of them died, leaving them with nowhere else to go but spiraling towards certain destruction. the story between Leon and Krauser is a tragedy, but that tragedy wasn't born from abuse. it was born from the trust and hope and love that was lost between them.

my brain is melting

i hope any of this is making sense

[amenemisa]

Yo fukumori fans! I found something for you, I was tampering with my phone and i found a drawing for mafia!fukuzawa au. Then i decided to share those with you, cause i recognized that i will be on my kakashi era for a long time eheh... Gomen :') so let me explain and share them with you. Btw they're so messy gomen gomen again.

Yeah you know after joining the mafia i don't think fukuzawa will be happy or cherished that much. He will be the silver wolf, the assassin that government always feared. And yeah he'll complete the tasks Mori gave him with bloodlust. He threw away his sword because he was afraid of the satisfying feeling of accomplishment after killing people, right? So yeah he might have been aged but he is still that person. And if you think about it, our canon Mori would be very happy with this situation Fukuzawa in. So yeah, he would use him like a puppet and won't feel guilty.

Yes yes i know this is a whole of dystopia but this was what in my mind from the beginning. So now, let me explain every picture and yeah... Ehm... If you would write this story -again- i would read it with a great pleasure.

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(Tired of the whole night, he drags his blood-covered sword on the ground and goes to the main headquarters of the mafia.)

He came after a mission, feeling the guilt of pleasure he had. He destroyed a whole organization due to Mori's orders. That organization had many hideouts and Fukuzawa gave a visit to all of them. They were thinking to absorb Mafia's sources, they were planning many things. And Mori wanted the information, so yeah. He sent Fukuzawa to there to investigate and kill. Fukuzawa did what Mori said, he went to the organizations hideouts one by one. And well he took the documents, notes or records. Mori was lucky to have someone like him in a situation like this, he loved to play the cards at his disposal effectively. It was 5 am, sun was almost rising.

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His mind was filled with guilt and the events of a few hours ago. He didn't recognize that he was in front of the mafia's great building. He never wanted to be in this building but just look at him. He was standing right across it. And well there were many mafioso's and their eyes were on him. Those eyes were filled with fear and disgust. Fukuzawa didn't recognize their gazes on him first, but when he did he understood why they were looking at him like that. He had blood all over his body, his sword was also full of blood and it was making a disturbing noise while scratching the ground. Fukuzawa sighed and he waved his sword in the air a little - nothing more than shaking off the already dried blood - then he sheathed his sword with a smooth movement. Still mafioso's eyes were on him but fukuzawa didn't care.

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Luckily for Fukuzawa, Mori was standing in the reception area on the ground floor and talking to someone there. It was probably just a random conversation about involvement in the mafia or missions, but again Fukuzawa didn't care. After 7 months of living in the mafia, Fukuzawa had isolated himself a little more from life. Just the tasks assigned to him and the superficial conversations and sarcasm with Mori. He was on his edges already and he couldn't help it when he saw Mori. His heart bumped with ache; the tasks that he gave him, his ruthlessness, his rationalist mind. All of it turned into a growing emptiness and pain in Fukuzawa's heart. He take a step to get inside, with a thought of throwing himself into bed after completing the task and sleeping for a long time. The moment he stepped inside Mori slowly lifted his head and looked at him, oh yes that metallic smell of blood was all too familiar. He look at him with a flat face while waiting for him to come near. Fukuzawa never looked at him, he went to his side, he took the documents that he was holding in his sleeves and he gave them to him. He hadn't make any eye contact with him, he just wanted to go his bed. "Here's your information." he said with a flat and rough voice. Boy, that was hard for him, Mori took the documents and gave a quick look at them. Yeah, it was the information he was looking for, that organization could've not posed a threat by itself. They've had a backup.

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Meanwhile, Fukuzawa was preparing to get out from the building. He was on this mission for 8 hours maybe, he stopped counting after the 612th person he killed. He didn't even think about a shower, he wanted to sleep. But before he go Mori realized it and put the papers behind his hand. He took Fukuzawa's wrist with a sudden move and looked at him from the behind. "Where are you going?" His tone was nothing but authoritative. His hand was firm and eyes were piercing Fukuzawa's head. Fukuzawa didn't give him an answer, he just waited for him to let him go. But Mori didn't make this this time. He had an unimpressed expression on his face, he was not letting him go this time. Cause everytime he made this, it just caused more and more disquiet between them. The distance grew wider and wider. "You have blood all over you." Mori didn't let his wrist, he was not thinking let him go today anyway. Mori could see that it was not only the blood of others, he knew more than this. Fukuzawa was wounded, he was bleeding, this was so obvious and Mori was there to take care of his wounds. When Fukuzawa heard Mori's words he didn't make any voice, he just gave him a short glance with the corner of his eyes. And now what, was he playing the doctor game? He didn't need his care. "Fukuzawa Dono, -", he's cut with Fukuzawa's rough voice. " I'm alright." Mori looked at him with disbelief. "You're still bleeding and dirtying my floor." Against these words Fukuzawa was near of saying a word that he shouldn't say in front of the mafioso's but he didn't. He took himself, and Mori let his hand go. "Go to my room, i have a kit there." Fukuzawa turned his face to him to make clear that he needn't him but Mori's stern eyes didn't let him to say a thing. They wasted their time to give quick and stern looks to each other. At the same time mafioso was there, watching them, stretching with the tension in the air. God no one could look at their boss like he did, he could've been out of his mind. In the end Mori was the winner, Fukuzawa ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes with irritation. Then he made a quick move to turn around, to headed to the elevator that was going the top. Mori just watched him as he was walking to elevator, he didn't show any emotions on his face. But one silver haired man could see that Mori was in top of his rage. From the first hand Mori didn't make any plan to have a Fukuzawa like this. Yeah he wanted the silver wolf but this was out of his imaginary. He then took the documents in his hand again and walk behind Fukuzawa. They were heading the top, mafioso was watching them with strain.

[oyasumillie]

What's monkey Orlov's fit in the story of all your characters?

/SLAMS DESK/ Yes, I wanted to talk about that! I'm going to put it under this because this might be long

So, in my story, the gem team was created by scientists and supervised by the Verans (i forgot how it is written ;; but Antauri's masters) because they foretold that the monkey team would fail fighting against skeleton king (which eventually didn't ocurred, as they submitted to the evil on their own in that episode).

So that's the context.

About Orlov now. The scientists worked hard to get the first successful gem monkey. And that was Orlov. He was supposed to be the leader of the team, that's why he has a black diamond ad his gem.

What happened with Orlov was that he was very talented managing both the power of his gem and the power primate. The scientists were very proud of him for that. But the Verans weren't really sure.

Why? Because Orlov's nature. He was more calm at first but as he kept improving he started showing red flags. You see, Orlov doesn't have ill intentions (unlike Orlov in my OU), but he has a chaotic nature, more likely chaotic neutral. They started to wonder if he was fit to be the leader of the team or if it was okay that he was acquiring so much power.

Eventually, some incident happens when Orlov loses control (not sure exactly how yet) and they realize that he is a threat. So, they tricked him to keep his guard down and captured him. To make sure to get rid of him, they took the gem on his chest and broke it.

They thought that was all but there's a thing about the diamond wielders. They have two gems and to kill them, you need to destroy both gems and even then you can be so sure that they are gone. Instead they get trapped in other dimension within their gem.

And that's where Orlov went and was trapped in (hence the chains around his wrists).

That's the origin story of Orlov haha

Now, with my other monkeys. In the original AU, only Althea and Orion know more about Orlov. That's because they were made to avoid the mistake they made first. They decided to separate powers, making Althea the one that wields mystical power and Orion wields brute force. They both have knowledge in what the other do, but there's certain inclination to what they are meant to do.

So, in the original AU, Orlov is more like past history. The team doesn't really involve with him.

But I have this other AU, in which the full gem team survives, but they are forced to stay in their planet, mainly because Althea's orders. In this AU, she's aware of the other scenarios that could have happen to her team, so she wants them to be safe as possible.

I picture this scenario in season 5 (cries), where the monkey team realizes that they need extra help to continue with the battle. That's when Antauri reveals that he knows about the gem team and that might be able to help.

They travelled to the gem planet (I can't spell it, gomen), and meet the gem team. They ask for their help but Althea refuses immediately.

Some other things happen in between but it would be too long to talk about, it isn't relevant either. So, what ocurrs next is that when the team is leaving, they are attacked by sudden sharp pieces of rocks, mainly targeted at Chiro.

I'm still working on this, but I've thinking that Mandarin took control of Orlov's broken gem, but was still able to use his powers (not at full capacity tho).

The mission then is to retrieve the gem (and kick mandarin's butt /lh). Eventually, Mandarin founds the missing pieces of the gem (all of the parts were in really hidden places but you know, he's not dumb and he was trained there before, so he knows where he's going and he was aware of Orlov's existence, so does Antauri btw).

He puts the pieces all together and fixes the gem, which sets Orlov free. Mandarin hopes to use him to fight the hyperforce, but Orlov attacks him instead.

Why is that? Because during his imprisonment, he could catch glimpses of the gem team and he grew fond to them (unlike OA!Orlov that he resents them, specially Althea).

I'm haven't thought much about what happens next, but the thing is that Orlov is out and Althea doesn't have the heart to lock him up again. So now, she has to make sure that he doesn't go out of control.

And the gem team eventually goes to help the Hyperforce, but that's another story.

So yeah, this is what I can tell about Orlov :>

[gleedyke]

Here comes my two cents on anti-Neil Gaiman posting that I hope comes across civilly and that if you choose to interact with you are also polite about.

Everyone has the right to like/dislike a creator and to separately like/dislike their work. I happen to like this particular creator quite a bit, and I do notice that not everyone GOmens posting does, which again, of course, is fine. Disagree with choices made, that's healthy, but the way I keep seeing "us (fandom) vs him" mentality on any type of post feels bad. This isn't a defense of him; I don't fucking know him, nor does he need that. I'm actually quite happy when I hear folks say they simply don't follow/interact with him if they dislike him. That's great energy, but the rest of us seeing it all over is less great. Thought some reminders posted into the void would help lighten up the energy around here, or at least get it off my chest lol.

1. I've been properly queerbaited by media. This is not fucking that. Take a deep breath and heal with me.

2. A lot of vitriol towards Neil, and frankly Michael and David too, seems to be about being straight men creating this. Have we still not learned to mind our business on this front. You don't know them, we don't know them, but everything we've ever seen from them proves they're on our side. You wanna be mad at a straight man for actually fumbling the bag Steven Moffat is right th- sorry I forgot this isn't about him I tried not to bring up Sherlock in point 1 I really did. ANYWAY. I'm not implying anything, but I have learned to mind your business a little when telling someone why they can't create something queer. That's all.

3. This is his story, and it's not over. It took so long for him to get an adaptation made that he actually wanted to do, and he's doing it. I point y'all to Percy Jackson (I know there's some overlap in demographics here) and how much better the new series is just because Rick Riordan is more involved in adapting it. Having an author of the original work handling the adaptation this thoroughly is a gift regardless of how you feel about him. Additionally, he's writing the rest of the story that he and Terry Pratchett didn't tell. In Terry's honor. For himself. For all the people with beat up original copies. For all the people who have just joined because they realized there is something magical here. But above all it's still his. Take a deep breath and remember this is a love story, and if you still are not content in the end there's always AO3 my friends.

TL;DR vent away on your Tumblr if you don't like Neil Gaiman, nobody is gonna like everyone and certainly nobody's perfect. But before spreading negativity against him on every corner of the GOmens tags, I encourage you to remember how essential he is to the work regardless of your opinion. And remember that those who do like him and his work are also doing so with the best of intentions. Aren't we all. Peace and love this new year. Wait and see. Etc.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Ichigo Kurosaki (Alternative Ending) - Extra

It's easier to deal with your grief when you know that you aren't alone. You've been trying too hard to shoulder it all. But you had your friends.

That was enough.

Especially with a bunch like Ichigo and Rukia.

"I told you to wait!!"

She smacked him over the head and his body hit the floor with a thud.

"Just because your powers are back doesn't mean you're unstoppable. Don't be reckless."

Despite the lectures that Rukia always gives, you know she's just worried. They both showed affection in a funny way.

"Would you quit hitting me!!"

His yell resulted in both of them getting into a little fight as you and Jushiro watched from your comfortable spot in his squad barracks.

"Lively as ever." Jushiro stated.

They really are.

You would never get bored with this group. 

That's for sure.

The day winds down, and Ichigo is dropping you back at your home. You send him a smile when he lands right in front of your door. You know he's about to leave, but you catch a subtle wound on his neck, and instinctively, you grip his sleeve. He pauses, clearly confused.

"A-Ah, gomen. You have a cut on your neck."

He intended to brush it off, but you look so ready to help that he loses the nerve.

"Okay."

That's all he says and your face lights up as you welcome him into your home. He's been here many times, but he can't help but feel a bit unsettled. Because things have changed.

So much has changed.

"You know, you really should be more careful. I thought I told you last time."

Ichigo frowned.

"It's not my fault Kenpachi is crazy."

Ichigo was once again seated, this time in your apartment. You were on the couch as Ichigo sat on the floor between your legs, letting you work. It was just a few bruises, nothing he hadn't received before.

"Orihime really doesn't get enough credit, you guys are a handful and she was doing this long before I started. You guys should get her gift baskets until infinity." You joke.

His hands are folded and he's wearing that frown. You can't help but smile.

It's nice to know that some things would never change.

It took a few minutes, and he was healed.

You clapped your hands together.

"Good as new."

You expected him to stand and leave, but he didn't.

"Ichigo?"

"Tch."

You squealed when he grabbed your wrist. With a quick turn, you were on your back, against the floor. Ichigo was above, glaring at you.

"Why are you always so nonchalant, do you not see how hard it is!"

He seemed angry and you have no idea why.

"Ichigo what are you-"

"I love you."

The words made your heart stop, and you finally truly took in that expression.

"I should have stopped the moment I realized you had feelings for Ginjo. I told myself it was for the best. As long as he treated you right then I'd endure it. But then he betrayed both of us and all I wanted to do was erase every memory you had of him. I didn't want to see you in pain."

Your lips quivered.

"I should have protected you. I should have done more. I shouldn't have-"

You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him down and he grunted when his body was now pressed tightly to your own. You were hugging him, and Ichigo couldn't get himself to move.

"I-I'm okay now and it's because of you. I-It's only because of you Ichigo.."

You needed him to know that despite all that happened, he had helped you. He had protected you when you were at your lowest. When you felt like you couldn't trust yourself, your heart.

"You saved me.."

He had done that and so much more.

"Arigatou, Ichigo."

His eyes softened, and he finally returned the embrace.

Holding on tight.

"So defenseless."

He thought with a smile.

[andiv3r]

New pinned post because the old one took way too fuckin long to read and I don't like it.

Name's Andiver, you can call me Andy (I also go by Sharky, if that's what clicks best in your brain), and my pronouns are technically he/xe/they/it (in order of preference), but I will always prefer he/him over any others. If you use she/her for me, unless it appears to be an honest mistake, I will block you. Also, I'm 16 and aroace, don't be creepy. Also, note to the mutuals, I love being tagged in things, @ me whenever ya want, it's my daily dose of happy chemical to say hi to y'all.

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I have Good Omens as a special interest! Have two side-blogs that are mostly dedicated to GO content (@andiv3r-gomens-reblogs and @andiv3r-writing), but there'll be plenty of that on the main blog as well. Also, I headcanon the ineffable husbands as asexual (not necessarily sex-repulsed aces but in my brain and all of my AUs they are both ace in some way), yes this is largely because I am asexual, no I will not be taking notes on this/listening to people who say I can't/shouldn't hc them as ace, yes I still read and appreciate fanfics and comics where they aren't ace, it's whatever. Don't make it a big deal and I won't, 'kay?

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Scar Tissue (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x FTM!Reader / requests are open

Summary: It's been one year since your top surgery.

Fic type: fluff

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A year. One whole year. Three hundred and sixty-five days. That’s how long it’s been since you had your top surgery. 

It had been a long time coming and amidst family members worrying that it was a waste of money or that you would change your mind or regret it in ten years, Aziraphale had been a breath of fresh air. 

You’d clung to him when you’d mentioned casually that you’d booked in and he’d answered that comment with praise and excitement for you. He was the first to respond to you with genuine joy and not concern. 

He took you to your surgery- or rather he came with you because he didn’t have a car, and he waited for you to wake up. When you did, you’d caught him reading Pride and Prejudice for what you were pretty sure was the seventieth time. 

“My dear, are you up?” You hear, and the honey-smooth sound of his voice breaks you out of your memories. Aziraphale appears over your shoulder in the floor-length mirror and he gives you a soft smile. Your fingers trail over your chest and the soft bumps of your scarring. 

Aziraphale clocks the movement, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. 

“You know I like to see you shirtless, my dear, but I might be a little unsure how the theatre will take to it,” he teases, eyeing you appreciatively up and down. You snort, turning to wrap your hands around his neck in a tender embrace.

“Do you know what day it is?” You ask, and Aziraphale crinkles his face in that unamused way he sometimes does when he doesn’t realise you know that he knows what you’re talking about. 

“I believe today is the anniversary of your procedure,” he answers with a soft nod. “Do correct me if I am wrong, however,” he added. 

You nod, and a grin splits over your lips. You can’t help it. Aziraphale’s expression catches the bug, and he’s then grinning too. He walks you back to the bed, and when your knees hit the frame, you sit down, leaning back with your arms propped behind you. 

“I was so proud, do you remember?” He asks, trailing a warm finger over your cheek. “And my, aren’t you handsome? I’ve heard some humans don’t care for scars- but yours are stunning. Breathtaking.” 

His lips trail your jaw, down your neck and over your chest. He presses a feather-light kiss to the top of one of your scars, and the soft tickle causes you to suck in a breath. 

“To be so brave, and so true to yourself, my love. It’s- the truest we can be to God, do you agree?” 

You suppose that’s true enough. 

“You were incredibly brave, my handsome warrior and the trials have certainly paid off. Why- I can see you in a Greek painting. You would certainly suit the style.” 

You have to bite back a laugh as he caresses a soft finger over the scar. He presses more kisses to your skin, seeming to have forgotten about the movies. Not that you’d mind that. You were only really going to keep him company. What else were partners good for? 

You note a glint in his eye and make a mental note to dissuade him from trying to get a painting of you commissioned. Because he will, you can see it on his face. He’s thinking about it. 

“Alright, love,” you say, tapping his nose with the tip of your finger. “Come on, we’ll be late if we don’t go soon. Pick a sweater for me?”

Aziraphale steps away and peers at the two options you had sitting on the wardrobe handles. 

“I rather think the brown. It will match with my tartan, no?” 

You chew on your lip, adoration sweeping you off your feet for him. 

“Good choice.”

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

I also love getting people into my other interests by simply bombarding them with posts about them long enough 🥰 Feel free to send more asks about gomens or Queen lol

Lol I've got both, well opinion gomens one and a question in the other but I'll send another ask for that.

I don't agree or like the Metatron - Coffee theories that make the rounds because I feel like it take the nuance away from Aziraphale's character because we had the whole season setting him up as not always going with the heaven's plan but not denouncing what he thinks is right too so I don't think the end was out of character for him and if let's be honest if everything went sailingly smooth there wouldn't be a next season, without setting up a conflict I don't see where they could have gone the next time.

Oh, I’m not afraid to say that the Coffee Theory is pure cope. The end wasn’t out of character at all; Aziraphale genuinely believed he’d be able to fix things, make a difference, and do good if he took the Metatron’s offer. Doing good has always been a central part of his character! That’s why he’s the most traditionally “angelic” of the angels we’ve seen. I also think he realized that shit was about to get real when he heard about The Second Coming, too, and that cemented his decision to go (we saw his hesitancy before that). But in general, Aziraphale making misguided decisions because he thinks it’s the right thing to do, and his being brainwashed into thinking Heaven and God are still good no matter what, have been major parts of his character throughout the show. You can argue that the Metatron is a secret villain and was being emotionally manipulative to get Aziraphale to come along, but Aziraphale still chose to go of his own free will because he thinks he can fix things (like he thinks he can fix Crowley wrongly Falling) and wants Heaven to be good.

But I swear, a lot of people in this fandom can’t handle these characters being flawed, so people came up with a theory that would render Aziraphale back into their uncomplicated fanon version of him. I really think people got attached to woobified fanfic versions of these characters after the happy ending of s1, so they’re distressed over…basic conflict at the end of s2. I’d understand if it were OOC, but it’s not. It’s just wild to me, like the Final Fifteen are so obviously written as the temporary breakup part of a traditional romance, with a clear setup for resolution in s3, and people flipped out. I saw some BNFs from s1 more or less like, “Screw this, I hate Aziraphale now!!!” I remember seeing a screenshot on twitter of someone angry at Gaiman because gomens was their escapist, comfort show, and the end of s2 was too upsetting for them.

Not only does that sum up the motivation behind Coffee Theory, but it’s also kind of baffling and concerning, like…if such basic conflict to move a plot forward stresses you out so much, please log off and gain some distance and perspective. Like you said, anon, there would be nowhere to go in s3 otherwise. I love fluffy one-shots with no plot, but that doesn’t work for TV.

[fighting-and-drawing]

Heart of the Warrior Chapter 1: Rough Beginnings

Fandom: Cybird Ikemen Sengoku

Next Chapter

CW: Blood, cursing

Yukimura Sanada x Male!OC

     One minute, Thai was walking back to his apartment, ready to sleep off the long hours of work he dreaded committing himself to every day. The next, he found himself in the middle of a stormy night in a dark forest, fighting off multiple armed samurai with nothing but a broken branch.

     It didn't take the shaken young man long to think that this sudden change of events was all real; seeing the ominous purple flashes of lightning above from nowhere back in the Present made it clear that something miraculous was going to happen. Thai had always been a passive believer in the Supernatural—from praying to shrines devoted to numerous deities to carrying a Patuá around his neck believing it would protect him from death—but tonight's incident made him an active believer. Still, "miraculous" was probably the wrong word to use to describe this situation. Tonight was nothing short of bewilderment and horrifying.

     He looked to his right.

     Right—how could he forget about the warrior?

    A wounded warrior dressed in heavy armor and a tattered red jacket had his arm wrapped tightly over Thai's neck and shoulders. Thai had already been helping carry the unknown warrior for the better part of a kilometer into the forest. It was because of him that Thai decided to intervene in the first place; if it wasn't for him, the warrior would have had his head lopped off. The fight was fierce, but in the end, after getting struck and slashed multiple times, all the attackers were defeated and unconscious at his feet. He had to fight for his life before, but never in such a capacity as wild and dangerous as this. Luckily, neither his nor the warrior's wounds were deep, but this was the first time Thai had ever been cut like this, the pain intense and sharp with every step he took upon carrying the warrior out of the battlefield. He began to wonder if saving the warrior was the right decision.

     "Urgh...what in the God Damn...." Thai groaned, wincing from the gash on his leg. He took another cursory glance at the warrior he carried, the latter's eyes weakly staring at the ground below. "Um...dai....daijōbudesuka?" Thai asked, hoping to God that he would understand the warrior's response.

     "Huh? Ah—Daijōbu," the warrior coughed.

     "....good. Jesus, they really did a number on you," Thai said, knowing full well that the warrior didn't understand his English. He was still trying to sort out this spontaneous mess in his head.

     "Arigatou gozaimasu," the warrior suddenly said. However, as he continued to speak, Thai could only stare in utter confusion as his own Japanese was nowhere as proficient to speak with another Japanese native, much less one from the apparent Past.

    Thai's jaw was agape, shaking his head slightly. "I-I don't—wakaranai. Wakararanai....gomen nasai."

    The warrior sighed, drooping his head low. Both he and Thai wore a frown of confusion as the two treaded deeper into the forest.

    Thai bit his lip, starting to fathom the sheer complexity of the situation. Already he was incapable of talking to the warrior he saved, but then his mind switched to observation. He knew he wasn't making this up—those were live blades he was cut with, real blood staining his rain-drenched white shirt. If this was a movie set, there would have already been people swarming him, yelling at him about "why he was here." Thai saw none of that. Maybe this was a dream. All he could remember was seeing a flash of light during a storm that engulfed him. Then, there was the warrior he was carrying across the forest. His gut told him to save the warrior, but he did not know who he was. What if he ultimately saved someone that was evil? Or worse, their communication barrier would cause him to become an eventual enemy?     He kissed his teeth, frustrated. The pain and exhaustion he felt were all too real. This wasn't a dream. The stinging wounds he tried to bandage with his tie and napkins from his handbag screamed at him that he had found himself in a new world.

    "I guess we ain't in Kansas no more, " Thai muttered to himself. "O que você fez agora, duendê..."

    "Oi," the warrior said, bringing Thai's attention back to him.

    "Wha'? Er—nani?"     The warrior pointed ahead with his chin, Thai looking above the tree line of the forest to see billowing smoke ahead. The storm had already passed, giving Thai a bearing on where he was as the receding clouds and rain revealed a dark night illuminated by the moon. Luckily after what felt like an hour of directionless walking, he finally found an actual destination...unless they found more people looking to carve them up. Thai chewed his bottom lip.

    "Huh...Is that your people?" Thai asked, forgetting he was talking to someone who most likely spoke only Japanese.

    The warrior stayed silent, his eyes looking down toward Thai's leg. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "EEH!! MITE!"

    "Huh?"

    Thai looked down, feeling warm liquid trickling down his leg. He gave off a loud curse, nearly dropping the warrior as his hand quickly batted down on the outside of his thigh. He continued to curse, knowing full well what just happened.

    His wound opened up—a hastily-done job finally undoing itself. The warrior nearly fell down, catching himself by his spear as Thai stumbled towards a tree.

    Thai tore apart the hole made in his pants from the earlier fight, seeing the tie he used as a bandage coming undone with blood seeping out from the wound. He grunted both a weak laugh and a pained grunt, reaching into his back pocket before flinging out a red handkerchief. He held in his agony as he pressed the handkerchief firmly down on his wound. "So far, so good," he weakly breathed. He closed his eyes, the pain almost overbearing.

    Suddenly, the warrior started saying—or, rather, chiding something to Thai. From his tone alone, he could tell he was either asking if he was all right, or even berating him for fighting half a dozen warriors with nothing but a branch and adrenaline-fueled hand-to-hand combat. Thai gave off a loud huff, his eyes livid with frustration. "Uh-huh...sou desu ne..." Thai randomly grumbled. He shut his eyes, wincing from the growing pain from either the cut itself or from him pressing down on the wound. "Yeah that's...that's really helping me here. Thank you, doctor. I feel better already."

    Thai heard the warrior angrily sigh, followed by a few footsteps coming toward him. He opened his eyes, suddenly seeing the warrior kneel down right in front of him. Thai nearly jumped as he felt the warrior clasp Thai's bloodied hand, the warrior's hand warming his own clammy hands. "Whoa! What're you doing!?" Thai cried out.

    "Yamete, baka!" the warrior shouted back, grumbling something else as he took the handkerchief from Thai's hand.

    Thai stood still as the warrior ripped off the bandage from inside Thai's pants and pressed the handkerchief against the wound, an action that made the former squirm. He then tore off a piece of his own obi, tying it around the outside of Thai's thigh, effectively creating a better bandage than before.

    He stayed silent through the whole ordeal, slightly embarrassed. The warrior appeared to be around his age, yet, as battle-hardened as his fierce eyes made him appear to be, was oddly charming. The warrior's short hair was a chestnut brown, his face young yet firm, his tattered uniform a dark red that was draped over his scarred armor. His giant spear that was laid down beside the two was worn and slightly chipped, most likely from the countless battles the young warrior had fought.

    Thai felt oddly humbled—a young, injured malandro being tended to by the samurai he saved. "....Arigatou," he coughed as he sat down, stretching his injured leg out. The warrior sat beside him, the two deciding unanimously to rest. "...o-namae wa?" Thai asked, realizing he never caught the warrior's name.

    "....Sanada Yukimura desu," the warrior said.

    "Huh...sounds familiar," Thai said to himself, rolling his tired eyes. "Hajimemashite, Sanada Yukimura."

    "Hajimemashite," Yukimura repeated, exhaustion in his tone. His eyes scanned Thai from head to toe, noticing the weird clothes he had never seen before. "Shusshin wa doko desu ka?"

    Thai bit his lip, slowly nodding that he understood the question. "uh...complicated."

    "Comp...ru...kayted?"Yuki slowly repeated back.

    "...sure. Why not? Life's a mystery."

    Thai reached into his bag, taking out a small leather-bound flask that he hastily opened, taking a swig of its contents. He growled from the burn of alcohol, quickly offering it silently to Yukimura. He took it, hesitating for a moment after sniffing the obnoxious odor of the flask before taking a small sip. He nearly coughed, lightly smacking the flask onto Thai's chest, the latter giving off a quiet chortle. "Right...probably aren't used to that," Thai giggled, closing the flask before slipping it back into his bag. "Tsuyoi desu ka?"

    "Hai," Yukimura coughed. "Yūdoku!"

    Thai shrugged slightly. "Poison, huh? You're not wrong there, I guess."

    Suddenly, the rustling of bushes and the sound of armor clanging made the two avert their attention toward the trees. It was quickly followed by the sound of people talking, a chill rushing down Thai's spine. Horrified of potentially seeing more attackers, Thai nearly jumped back up, taking Yukimura by the hand, which resulted in a shocked "EEH!" from Yuki. Thai looked ready to run—hell, he was in no condition to fight again and would rather resort to throwing Yukimura on top of him and running away on a cut leg.

    A few soldiers donned in red armor came into view, all wielding swords with blades that shone in the light of the moon. They looked more heavily armored and disciplined than the rag-tag group of soldiers Thai had fought off earlier, the malandro letting out a frustrated grunt. They all eyed each other in a sort of standoff, Thai drawing in a deep breath. Soon, another man came into view—this one dwarfing the others and wielding a sword as large as Thai himself that made the latter squirm. The giant held a stoic face of dread as he stepped into the moonlight.     Thai let out a steady exhale, keeping his grip on Yukimura. He quietly and cautiously shifted his feet, ready to throw Yukimura on his back and gun it out of there.

     "...Yuki-kun," suddenly called out the man, the samurai lowering their swords. "Anata no?"

     Thai looked back at Yukimura, a smile appearing on his face. "Shingen-sama!" Yukimura called out.

     Thai relaxed, letting go of Yukimura as the latter miraculously found the strength to almost run to who Thai assumed was his friend. Thai, meanwhile, stood back, not knowing whether to approach them or disappear into the forest. As Yukimura talked to "Shingen," he thought about whether it was best to disappear, knowing maybe it would be best to distance himself from anyone before he knew exactly what was going on. Still, within his first ten minutes of arriving here, he had already made friends and enemies. If he was to stay with Yukimura, his chances of survival would be better than if he was to go out alone, especially in his injured state.

     Thai weighed his options, but he suddenly saw all eyes pointed in his direction. Thai froze, cursing under his breath as the large man Yukimura referred to as "Shingen-sama" approached him. He pressed his back against the trunk of the tree, Shingen dwarfing him.

     "Anatahadare," Shingen asked, his deep voice booming through Thai's ears.      Thai didn't know how to answer, stifling a nervous cough. "Uh...Thai desu."

     "Thai...Anata ga daredeare, domo arigatō gozaimasu.” Shingen smiled, giving Thai a slight bow that Thai quickly returned. Shingen took a once-over on Thai's ragged appearance, giving off a "hmph," followed by, "Nanban desu ka, Thai-san?"

     Before Thai could answer, from behind Shingen, as if materializing from his shadow made by his large frame, a man donned in black and dark green camouflage stepped out into the light. A sword was slung over his back, a mask hiding the lower half of his face....and what looked like glasses over the bridge of his nose. His odd appearance made it obvious to Thai that this was a ninja...an assassin.

     Thai bit his lip, wondering what was going to happen next. However, he couldn't shake the feeling he had seen this dark, slightly spiked-haired ninja from somewhere...and then it hit him.

     "I know you," Thai muttered under his breath, his eyes plastered to those of the ninja.

     "Shingen-sama," the ninja said, drawing the goliath's attention to him. He briefly conversed with Shingen before returning his attention to Thai. "May I speak to you, Thai-san?"

     Thai looked at him, flabbergasted. Did he speak English? He just spoke English! "I mean....you kinda already are, but yeah, I guess."

     Soon, Shingen let out an order amongst his men, two of them taking Yuki carefully on their shoulders as they started marching off back towards the forest, soon followed by Shingen. The ninja took Thai by the arm, draping it over his shoulder to help carry him with him. Thai was hesitant at first but knew that his choice to run or stay was already made for him.

     "Thanks," Thai said. "You speak English?"      "It was among my regular studies in high school, and many of the research papers I studied were published in English, so I had to learn past general requirements," the ninja said nonchalantly, Thai raising an eyebrow as his jaw dropped. "From your accent, you must be an American?"      "Yeah, wait...I'm confused," Thai sighed, scratching his scalp. Not only did he speak English—he spoke like a scientist, much less an assassin. "Can you tell me what's happening? I'm still learning Japanese and I was walking to my new apartment, and—"      "Then you appeared here?" the ninja said, cutting Thai off.

     Thai slowly shook his head, chewing his tongue. "Yeah...and you were there, too, right beside me when the ground got hit with lightning....and a girl?"

     "Hai. Good, you remember everything leading up to now."

     "What's yer name, sir?" Thai asked.

     "Sasuke Mikumo," he answered. "But, in order to blend in, I've chosen the guise of a fictitious ninja known as 'Sasuke Sarutobi.' I would appreciate it if we'd stay with that name."

     Thai grew silent for a moment, trying to find the right question to ask. "Okay, no problem Mr. Sarutobi. So...do you know what happened here?"

     "Right. Thai-san, first, I need you to keep an open mind and not panic," Sasuke plainly said. "What I am about to tell you can be unbelievable."

     Thai scoffed. "Son, I just got done fighting off six samurai with nothing but a branch and Capoeira and then dragged that one guy through the forest for an hour after a 10-hour shift at work...I think we're past believable situations at this point," Thai grunted. "Unless this is some elaborate prank gone wrong and I just beat the crap out of a bunch of actors by accident."

     "If only that were the case. Okay...Thai, have you heard of Sengoku Era Japan?" Sasuke asked.

     "I'm guessing there're samurai and ninjas fighting each other?"Thai said sarcastically.

     "Correct. Thai, that storm the three of us were caught in is a phenomenon that I have been studying. To put it simply: we were transported through an inter-dimensional wormhole that tunnels through space and time that put us into Kyoto 500 years in the Past during the height of the Sengoku Period."

     Thai looked at Sasuke with utter bewilderment. "What!?"

     Thai's outburst caused the samurai ahead of them to stop and look back at the two. Thai immediately averted his gaze, Sasuke telling them that nothing was wrong. The group continued to push on, camp apparently just being ahead. "Time Travel?" Thai quietly shouted. "We were 'Terminator 2'd' into 1500's Japan? And, you study that shit?"

     "I was thinking more of 'Back to the Future,' but essentially, yes," Sasuke said. "The person you saved is none other than Sanada Yukimura."

     "Right, he told me." Thai looked towards Yukimura, who was looking back towards the two before averting his gaze right as Thai did. "So, you study...time travel, which is real, and we got thrown here. Lemme guess, I changed History by saving him from his untimely death?"

     "Actually, no. He would have survived that fight, but you did the right thing...even if you had to kill his attackers," Sasuke said.

     Thai shrugged. "I mean, I knocked 'em out pretty good, but I wouldn't say they were dead."

     Sasuke smiled thankfully. "That's good, and it brings me to my next point. Thai, I came here approximately two years ago, so I've been waiting for you two to show up as I looked to find another way to go home. I knew another wormhole would appear tonight, but I didn't know if either you or the woman, or both, would appear. Did you happen to see her?"

     Thai looked back in his mind, trying to think if he saw a woman anywhere in the forest. "No...no I'm like pretty sure I didn't. Is that bad?"

     Sasuke pushed his glasses back up his nose. "It depends. I'm working on a way to get all of us back, but if we leave without her, I'm afraid she'll be stranded in the Past when she arrives."

     "Jeezus, man...so, what now?" Thai asked, the view of camp now in his sights.

     "You need medical attention first. From the looks of things, you have sustained minor blood loss. We should make sure your injuries are dealt with swiftly. But, I need you to understand that we must do our best not to interfere with the Past too much, otherwise, we might alter the course of the future forever."

     Thai nodded. "Hence the 'Back to the Future' reference..."

     "Yes. We must operate on those rules. We have to stick together and try to find the woman when she arrives. And, most importantly, you must not interact in a romantic or pleasurable relationship with anyone here."

     "...so, don't fall in love?" Thai asked with a suspicious eye. "I know we just met, but you really think I would just fall in love with a girl, much less talk to her? I don't even know much Japanese."

     "True, we would have to figure out a way to solve that problem if you want to stay incognito here. I told them already that you were from my home village and they bought it. Anyways, we can talk more about it later—we're here."

@the12thnightproject​, thank you for the help!