#i love this universe so much i never want to leave

[asterlavellan]

(OC talk so please ignore if you're not interested 💚) -The last paragraph however is universal to all Inquisitors if you wish it, so skip to there if you'd like.

This I think was one of the subconscious driving reasons for why my brain realized that Aster is Ameridans descendant. It was never to try and make Aster any more important than they already were, there was already a mystery I decided upon where we didn't know their actual background, only that clan Lavellan found them under a pile of their dead clan after a massacre had occurred.

So after replaying Jaws of Hakkon for the millionth time it finally clicked. Why everytime Aster sees Ameridan in that moment they feel more than just kinship, they see the father figure they had always yearned for (clan Lavellan took them in but they were treated differently as they had been considered 'god marked' (too much to get into rn but basically why they survived that day)) and Ameridan sees his and his beloveds face in Aster and knows within himself that they are of his blood. Many generations down the line sure but still his blood, and by sheer chance their inheritance of genes kicked up the likeness of him and his beloved to have Aster have a likeness to both of them.

I digress a little, but this is why meeting Ameridan is so important, admittedly he has friendships before becoming the Inquisitor but he has a better grasp than many I think of the loneliness that comes with that role but also the loneliness of making the decisions he did, even if he didn't realize he was stuck there for hundreds of years he still functionally made the decision to be alone/die and leave those he loved behind for the sake of others.

And regardless of your Inquisitors relationship to him I think for most of them they get to finally meet someone who has burdened a similar path to them.

For Aster it's even more potent when they see a man who looks somehow familiar though they've never met, feels their heart ache for reasons they don't understand and an overwhelmed urge to curl up against his chest and hide from the world. Yes they love Solas, yes they love Cole, yes they love their friends and they all bring them some level of solace. But Ameridan brings a level of unspoken understanding of carrying that weight, of knowing the burden that this title brings.

Aster has eternally wavered over their ability to do what they need to, doubting themselves constantly because they're just a Dalish elf who rocked up to the conclave and was thrust into events they never wanted to be involved in, they weren't special despite what the Lavellans said.

They never believed they were meant for the roles thrust upon them, but no one else was going to do the job so they had to step up. They had to do what was asked of them, because where would the world be if they didn't? The loneliness that simply even that brings, before we add on being the holy symbol, not only the holy symbol but a holy symbol to an oppressive organized religion that tried multiple times to try and wipe out their very race, and when they couldn't they imposed upon them subjugation.

Solas is yes a perfect character to understand a lot of what Aster is going through but unfortunately for the both of them he holds back the parts of himself that would have helped the most, his history. He can only give them so much which frankly for their relationship I think he finds it torturous that he cannot show them they're not alone in this role and for other millions of reasons.

Cole is empathetic and loving and tries everything he can to help Aster as Aster in turn does for him, the son they decided upon within seconds of meeting. But Cole also is not able to relate fully himself and there lies the loneliness for Aster.

The love and support they do find with their friends in the inquisition is vital and keeps them going, it inspires them and strengthens them. But they feel the eternal gap in experience between themselves and everyone. They already spent their whole life feeling distanced but this was a new, perhaps deeper gap because they were constantly being reminded of who they were to everyone else.

And again. This is where Ameridan comes in, this is where Aster gets to feel the 'oh you are me, we are the same' feeling they've never truly had the chance to feel. In the game Ameridan passes pretty quickly after unfreezing him but I took the liberty of giving him a few hours so that he and Aster could talk, so that Aster could have at least some time with someone who is so much like them, so similar, trials and tribulations alike. Along with getting to know an ancestor from a family they never got to know, a grief they always held and an unresolved feeling of identity. Idk something about it all just made sense to me to have Aster be his descendant. So alike in experience so why not also alike by blood. They both get to bond already over their shared trials, but they get to find a small semblance of peace and kindness within fate that they are family. Ameridan gets to see he has descendants who are wonderful. Aster gets to experience a belonging and acceptance they never truly had before.

And I think that Jaws of Hakkon is vital DLC for your Inquisitor because they get to know something very vital, yes they're not alone because they have friends who care for them. But there is a loneliness that comes with the very particular burden they carry. And Ameridan brings them that very specific thing they need.

Knowing simply that they weren't alone- Historically so. Was healing. Its something I've personally experienced in real life, and I think you probably have to, the excerpts from Kafkas diaries, Da Vincis and Van Goghs historical struggles, other quotes from artists and writers letters to others. You go through all this pain in life and sometimes it feels as if we're alone in the experience because it feels so specific, so particular to ourselves, and then we stumble upon a diary entry or a letter and the words from that well renowned visionary are written in the shape of your pain and it makes you realize you were never alone, that you were never failing, this battle has been fought a thousand times, and you can do it too. You are seen, you are known by people a thousand years dead. This is, I think who Ameridan is meant to be to the Inquisitor. Ameridan did it before and so now can your Inquisitor, they always could.

I’m replaying the Jaws of Hakkon dlc and it really has me mulling over the sheer loneliness of our Inquisitor’s situation.

The Hero of Ferelden gained their title and status after they had already bonded with their companions and stopped the blight. Hawke is known for their dysfunctional polycule/found family. Rook is in the same boat.

But the Inquisitor became a symbol before they even had a chance to really get to know anyone. Every other protagonist leads a group of companions, meanwhile the Inquisitor leads a political and military force. Sure, they still become close with some of their companions and advisors, but everyone constantly reminds them of their status as a holy symbol and how intimidating and unapproachable it makes them.

You can literally tell Varric, Mr. Friends-With-Everyone, “I don’t need a disciple, I need a friend” and he’ll reply “If you knew how intimidating you are, you wouldn’t make it sound so simple”. Imagine how isolating it must be to keep hearing that.

[mavisthemae]

A side thing I really, really enjoy about the Murderbot universe is its lawyers.

For one thing, Martha Wells refers to "corporate solicitors", not "attorneys" nor "counsel". In one book (can't remember which), Pin-Lee refers to her General Counsel which is the apex of in-house practice.

Pin-Lee is close to perfectly written, she is strategic, sharp as a razor, pugnacious and ever so slightly too aggressive for everyone else's comfort, of course is a workaholic and is almost always up to her eyeballs in documents and drafting.

In Fugitive Telemetry, the second that Mensah even suggests displeasure at Indah Pin-Lee has begun her legal research, is preparing to advise and is champing at the bit to draw up a legal fireball. And she is not happy when the tack changes, but of course takes instructions and backs down. (I myself have never hissed when the opportunity to really go someone evaporates, but I have certainly felt it.)

And Pin-Lee is much more than a brain on legs. She cares very strongly about and for her team: in Exit Strategy she's well aware how dangerous a situation she, Ratthi and Gurathin are in, tries (not well admittedly) to buoy the others up and is sensibly cautious when Murderbot approaches her. When Murderbot returns to Preservation Space she's the one who makes sure that not only does it know it's free to leave again if it wants but that it has the means to do so (with the hard currency and fake IDs). She swears, drinks, parties and loves watching gruesome I-told-you-so media about hostile fauna.

She's sized up Murderbot and totally runs rings around it in her own domain - one of the funniest things for me in Network Effect (besides "no hugging") was the revelation that she'd written its contract with PresAux so as to try and keep it safe from itself. To its outrage.

The court system is never explained (with no apparent government, how are Corporate Rim judges appointed and their decisions enforced? Is there any appeal system? My guess would be that it's essentially treaty-based with each participating polity enacting the necessary legislation and the corporations entering into some behemoth multipartite Deed the breach of which brings the wrath of all the counterparties raining down...but that's circular, because - I'll stop myself here on the basis that very few lawyers will be reading this!) I'll buy it though as equivalent to the tech hand-waving. It's something that doesn't get explained because Murderbot doesn't need to know or care about the details for it and the story to get the benefit.

Pin-Lee, my unexpected sci-fi hero!

[skzdust]

Whatever Will We Do?

THIS IS SMUT. MINORS DNI.

SOMEONE inspired this... this is very different from what we were talking about but what you said was my jumping off point.

Also finally something for Yunho!! Yay!!

This takes place in the same universe as Rock Will Never Die, but it can be read as a standalone.

Please enjoy!

Summary: Yeosang's gone into heat, and Mingi and Yunho are going to help you through it.

Pairing: Omega!reader x omega!yeosang x alpha!mingi x alpha!yunho

Includes: omegaverse/abo, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl!!), sub Mingi bc I love himmmm, tiiiiny bit of pet play, general abo stuff ("alpha", "omega", knotting, etc)

Word count: 1.9k

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The house already smelled strongly of Yeosang’s heat when you walked in.

You swallowed. This hadn’t been unexpected, but heats always made you a little nervous. You had only been pack bonded with the rest of Ateez for one heat, and while it had gone well, you were still a bit anxious. You rubbed the scar on your neck before clasping your hands together.

The scent, rose and bergamot, only got stronger as you made your way towards the bedroom Yeosang liked to nest in. You could feel a thrill in your stomach— was it anxiety, or anticipation?

You knocked gently on the door. “Yeosang?”

A long whine was all the answer you got, but you twisted the knob and walked in.

The blankets and pillows had already been arranged into something of a nest, but you had the urge to go steal clothes from the other band members’ rooms so that you had all of their scents there. It would feel better, safer.

Yeosang was in the middle of it all, wearing nothing but a white sweater it seemed he’d forgotten to take off, rutting his hips against a pillow. He looked at you, his eyebrows knit together in desperation. “Y/n!”

“Yeosang.” You breathed.

You were the pack’s omegas, and between the needy whines filling the air, the nest, and the sight of Yeosang, you could feel yourself growing slick.

You groped for the doorknob. “I’m gonna go get some clothes before I go into heat… for the nest.”

Yeosang nodded vigorously. “I— I wanted to, but I— ngh, I hope one of the others is home soon.”

“Me too.” You closed the door behind you, trying to seal as much of the scent in the room as you could. But it was too little too late, and the ache between your thighs only grew as you stumbled between rooms, grabbing T-shirts and blankets and hoodies— anything that smelled like the other members.

You took your giant armful of fabric back to Yeosang’s room and didn’t even bother closing the door before starting to arrange it all into your nest. Yeosang paused for a moment to help move a few things, pulling one of Wooyoung’ sweatshirts under his head and hugging it with one arm while reaching out for you with the other.

You finished getting a blanket just right before flopping down beside Yeosang. His touch was desperate, but you moaned at how good it felt on your skin. In a moment, you were all over each other, his hands exploring your body, and yours on his.

“Touch me,” He whined, and you couldn’t resist, moving your hand down between his legs. He pushed up into you, breathing hard, soaked already, his thighs covered in slick. It was easy to slide a couple of fingers inside him.

He let out an obscene moan, his legs parting wider to give you better access. “Fuck, that feels… feels good.”

You knew he needed more, because you needed more, too. “Let me call Yunho.” You fumbled for your phone. “He’s probably on his way home by now, anyway.”

You found his contact and pressed the call button.

“Hello?”

“Yunho.” You all but whined. “Are you on your way back?”

“I’m leaving the grocery now.” A pause, a car door slamming shut. “Did someone’s heat start?”

“Yeosang first, but I’m… I’m getting there, too.”

“I’m only a few minutes away, but Mingi should be home soon, too.”

You moaned as Yeosang sank a few of his fingers into you. “Fuck, Yunho, need you.”

“Shit, y/n.” He breathed a laugh. “Is Sangie touching you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, are you touching him?”

“Yeah.”

“Good girl.”

Yeosang looked at you with big eyes. “Can I talk to Yunho?”

You could never resist him. You set your phone between the two of you and set it to speakerphone.

“Yeosang’s here, now, too.” You said.

“Yunho, Yunho.” Yeosang chanted. “Hurry, I need your cock, need your knot…”

“You guys are going to make me break the speed limit. Believe me, I’ll be there soon.”

“Mhm.” Yeosang whined.

“I’ll be home in about fifteen, okay?”

“Okay.” You said, slightly more coherent than Yeosang. “We’ll see you.”

“See you soon.”

Yunho hung up, and you and Yeosang looked at each other for a moment.

“Think you can make it?” You asked.

“I just hope Mingi’s here sooner. Fifteen minutes is so long.” Yeosang whispered. “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course, anytime.” You leaned in.

Just like everything else Yeosang was doing right now, the kiss was desperate, needy, like he would suffocate without your mouth on his. You moaned at the pressure, at the feeling building between your legs, the goosebumps across your whole body. His fingers were still inside you, but it wasn’t enough.

You both froze as you heard the front door hinges creak open. Heavy footsteps downstairs. A pause. Slightly less heavy footsteps up the stairs. A face at the door, almost comically curious.

“Mingi!” Yeosang cried, shooting up.

Mingi looked between you and Yeosang for a moment. “Are you both in heat?”

“Blame Yeosang. He started it.”

“Mingi, be a good boy and get your cock inside me now.” Yeosang said sternly.

Mingi nodded, his eyes going big. “Yes, omega.”

You groaned at the alpha submitting to the omega. Yeosang typically was not the most dominant of the pack. That would be San or Seonghwa. But Mingi was at the bottom of the pecking order, the most submissive of the submissives, and you all knew it.

Mingi got his clothes off, and you busied yourself working them into the nest while he prepared to fuck Yeosang.

“I said now.” Yeosang said, and the slight tremor in his voice betrayed the depth of his desire.

“Yes, omega.” Mingi lined himself up with Yeosang’s entrance. He was hard, the scent of your heat in the air activating his alpha instincts.

Yeosang moaned loudly as Mingi pushed inside him. “Fuck, now fuck me like you mean it.”

Mingi whimpered, grabbing onto Yeosang’s hips and starting to pump in and out of him. You watched, transfixed, fucking yourself with your fingers at the same rate Mingi fucked Yeosang, but it wasn’t enough. You prayed that Yunho or one of the others would be back soon.

It was a few more agonizing minutes of fucking yourself while Mingi fucked Yeosang before you heard the front door open again. When Yunho opened the bedroom door, you practically pounced on him. “Yunho!”

Mingi and Yeosang paused as Yunho surveyed the room, his face inscrutable.

“Yeosang told me to, alpha, I swear!” Mingi whined. “I was just listening to him…”

Yunho fixed him with a look. “Did Yeosang tell you to stop just now?”

“No, I didn’t.” Yeosang said.

Mingi began rutting into him again with a new fervor, slick leaking out everywhere. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Yunho smiled wryly, but didn’t say anything. He turned his attention to you. “I’ll get him back in line later. What can I do for you now, sunshine?”

“Yunho, please.” You whimpered. “Please fuck me, you know what I need.”

He laughed. “I do, baby. Why don’t you get on all fours for me?”

You got into position, looking over your shoulder at him as he got his shirt off, then his pants. You were transfixed by his body, his muscles, his cock.

He dragged his cock through the mess between your thighs. “Wow, baby, all this for me?”

“I’m in heat, will you please just hurry?” You all but sobbed.

“Okay, okay.” He pressed a kiss to your thigh, and you could feel him at your entrance.

In one push, he bottomed out inside you. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth falling open and a long moan escaping you.

“Feel that good, sunshine?” He laughed, but he was a little out of breath, too.

“Yes.” You sighed. He filled you up so well. “Can you fuck me?”

“Yeah.” He kissed your spine, and you shivered.

And then he began to fuck you, and every coherent thought left your head in a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure. You were sure his fingers were going to bruise on your waist, and you pushed back to meet his thrusts.

“So fucking good for me.” He panted. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m— I’m a good girl!” You said on an exhale.

“You’re so fucking good, so fucking tight— fuck, you’re perfect.”

You made a pleased hum at that, and he fucked you faster.

“Mingi, faster. Pick it up.” Yunho snapped at him.

“I’m— alpha, I’m going as fast as I can!”

“Do you really want to disappoint Sangie?”

“No! I’m sorry, I’ll go faster.”

“That’s a good pet.” Yunho paused for a second to lean over and run a hand through Mingi’s hair. “You know you’re only fucking him because he wants you to, right?”

“Yes, I do, thank you!” Mingi squeaked. “Thank you, alpha, thank you, omega! Thank you for letting me fuck you.”

You were actively being fucked, but the degradation Mingi was getting only made you wetter.

Yunho noticed. “You like it, slut?” He hissed. “You like it when Mingi gets put in his place?”

“Yeah, I do.��� You whimpered.

“Do you need to be put into yours?”

“What do you think?”

Yunho paused for a second, but it was only to grab the back of your head and force it into a pillow, keeping you down while he continued to use your hole. “Sunshine, you’re mine, I get to do whatever I want with you.”

The sweet nickname combined with the ownership he had over you were almost too much. “Knot, alpha, need your knot!”

“Why is that, sunshine?” He asked, mocking indifference. “Are you about to come? Do you want me to knot you while you come?”

“Yes!” You whined. “Yes, please!”

It was only a couple more minutes before Yunho’s fingernails dug into your shoulders as he forced his knot in. You cried out, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. “Fuck!”

He pulled you up, your back flush against his front, as he came deep inside you.

You went limp against him, breathing hard. “Jesus, Yunho, that was so good.”

He kissed your shoulder. “Yeah, I agree. Yeosang, how’s Mingi doing?”

You looked over to Yeosang, whose eyes were half-shut, his mouth open. He looked fucked-out, but he managed a moan. “Good.”

“How are you feeling, Mingi?” He crooned.

“I need to come, alpha, can I knot him? Can I come?”

“Yes, you can knot him when you come.”

“Thank you!” Mingi’s hips stuttered a few times, then he was buried to the hilt in Yeosang, and the looks on both their faces told you they’d both come.

You sighed. “Can we switch next? Wanna ride Mingi.”

Yunho laughed softly. “Well, the others might be home soon, too, and they’ll probably want turns.”

You had a full-body shiver at that thought. “I’m okay with that, too. More than okay with that, in fact. The heat will last a little while, you know.”

“Oh no.” Yunho said flatly. “Whatever will we do?”

[dogloveri23]

Crushes never last

Pairing: Phainon x reader

Warning: angst a little.

A/n: I’ve been away for quite some time but the thought of allowing tumblr to continue on with non enough Phainon fics is torturing me! Also I’m a little rusty!

“You’re really going to leave without confessing to that idiot?” Mydei asked. I was. I was going to leave. There was no longer a reason to stay on Amphoreous. All the issues had been resolved, the team had reunited and everything was stable. The mission was over.

“I doubt there’s much gain to it,” I replied as we both watched Phainon speak to Stella and Dan Heng. His body as expressive as his words. He was overflowing with energy given the situation that had just concluded. That was just who he was. Always the man brimming with energy while I struggled with the pain coursing through body. “He seems just fine.”

“So you’d rather leave? Not say anything at all instead of try. That’s cowardly… even for you.”

What would be the point of a confession? I didn’t expect Mydei to understand but loving Phainon was not an option. Loving the man known as The Deliverer would leave me absolutely heartbroken.

The entirety of Amphoreous swooned over him and every word he spoke, excluding Mydei. He was a demigod. I could never just have him to myself. He radiated positivity. He was a fresh ray of sunshine on a cold day. The kind that melts the cold off your skin and let’s it breathe once more. That was Phainon.

A comfortable sun is dangerous, it’s not to hot nor too warm, it’s perfect. One taste of it and you’ll never want to leave. I had to leave. I had completed my mission and now I had to say goodbye.

The path of the trailblaze is not a path of strong romantic bonds. They certainly happened, but most of the time, it came at the cost of trailblaze. The trailblaze was my life. It was who I was at my very core. The exploration, the adventure- all of it was me.

To fall in love, I have to determine whether or not the individual is worth losing it all. Is he worth losing the freedom of exploration? The snowy mountains of Jarilo-VI or the dazzling dreams of Penacony? Is he worth me leaving the express and finding a new home here.

The short answer- yes. The long answer- I’m not ready to let go yet. There was too much of the universe I hadn’t seen. Lukasha was one of the, the blue planet was another. If I stayed there was a chance that I wouldn’t. A chance that the stellarons scattered around the universe would be found without me. I couldn’t do that!

If I decided to love him, could I risk leaving him here alone on my adventures and know that I would be leaving a tender hearted man like Phainon in a life of loneliness. Well that was a far thought.

It’s a bold assumption that a man like Phainon would like someone like me. Cold, Rash and Overly Calculating. But in the event that it even was true, it would be cruel of me to do so.

“Call it cowardly if you will.”

“Do you think he’s a waste of time?” No. He was worth all the time in the world.

“I think leaving him here after confessing my love is cruel. If he accepts that it…”

“And what?” Mydei asked crossing his arms. “You think he wouldn’t do that if he loved someone?”

“I think because I love him, it would be unfair to make him do that.” He deserved someone who would be around- Who would love him CLOSE BY!

“Then let him make that choice,” Mydei sighed. “Phainon isn’t the smartest but he should have the choice. He should have the chance to hear that you love him. At least as proper closure to your chapter here.”

Mydei was right. I was taking the decision away from Phainon. “Hey Y/n, we’re meant to leaving now you know?” March said interrupting my conversation. She was in a sober mood because she missed most of the adventure but the pictures definitely made up for it.

“I’m coming, I just have to say goodbye to one last person.” I glanced over to Mydei who shot me a curt nod. Phainon practically ran over to me. His smile as radiant.

“I can’t believe this is the last time we’re going to be seeing for some time!” He exclaimed. He was bright as ever and I forgot what I was going to say. Was it even important? Was it worth it to ruin our final meeting with a confession knowing that there would be no happy ending?

“You can always call me you know?”

“It wouldn’t be the same! You’re such a great friend that I…” I stopped listening. Friend. Of course.

There was that cursed word again. It was true, we were friends but somehow the word made me feel sick to my stomach. Everytime he mentioned it, it was like my heart was swollen with rage. But he was right, we were friends.

Friends do not confess to one another.

“I’ll miss you too Phainon. Till the next time we see.” I turned my heel and left the confused man on the outskirts of the holy city.

I boarded the express and kept my eyes fixed on the planet known as Amphoreous. We would get moving soon and leave the atmosphere for good. Our fuel was sufficient enough now anyway. “Goodbye My love…” I mumbled as the express began to put a greater distance between us.

Part 2?

[di-42]

So, I was criminally tight on time in January and really couldn’t read much at all, but fear not: as a demon friend of ours once said, I’m back. True, most of the moots on my corner of Tumblr would have already read most of these fics and poems, but if I can earn one of these wonderful works even just one more reader, that’s my job done. As always, I'm begging you, please don’t judge a fic you haven’t read by the number of kudos. And, as always, I’ll tag the tumblr usernames I know; if you are an author and want your fic taken off this list, please let me know and I’ll remove it. The rest of you, I hope you enjoy these stories and poems as much as I did.

These are the things I loved about

Winter’s Wondrous Fictions

WIPs:

That Isn't Supposed To Happen by @addledmongoose, rated T, chapters 19/22.

Aaahhh, give me Addled’s stories every day for the rest of my life, please and thank you. This is a reverse omens AU. You don't really care for reverse omens, I hear you say? Yep, neither did I, and yet here I am, daydreaming about Azira the demon and Crowley (short for Crowliel) the angel as much as I daydream about our canon Aziraphale and Crowley. This is not something new that happens to me with this great author’s stories, by the way. When writing my own fics, I have to stop and think if I'm referring to something that actually happened in canon or something that happened in Addled’s stories, they're that good. But back to this fic, Azira is just so perfect as a demon, it feels like he was born to be one. Their banter, dynamics, subtle humour and characterisation are, as always, spot on and, oh! The pining! The pining is just so, so good. Oh, and did I mention plot and mystery? I'm loving this story way more than I thought I could love a reverse omens AU, and am sad it's going to be over soon. 

Scorn And The Saint-Maker by beardo @e-rated-beardo, rated E, chapters 33/?

This story is a mystery within a mystery. I've only recently started it and am still catching up, but I am hooked. Human university lecturers AU, or is it? (That's not a spoiler if you read the summary). The plot is compelling, the narration and humour delightful, and the prose at times so touching. And, goodness me, it’s hot (all the explicit scenes are skippable). I feel like I’ve stepped into one of those universes that I would never want to leave. There is also some beautiful art by the author that I sadly can appreciate very seldom as it doesn't upload when I'm not on wi-fi, but hopefully you'll be able to enjoy it!

Wavelengths & Frequencies by @shadesofecclescakes and imposterssyndrome @maaikeatthefullmoon rated E, chapters 18/?

This story is such a warm, cozy, comfort blanket. Human enemies-to-lovers where Aziraphale and Crowley work as DJ for the same media corporation. They have a history, but, while we know they do from the beginning, we don't know what it is. Great story, great humour, great characterisation, great fuzzies.

Complete Stories: 

You're The Bad Guys by Nebz_AlphaCentauri @alphacentaurinebula rated E, 91k.

Fantastic human, cold war AU. Aziraphale is an MI6 agent, Crowley a KGB agent and they're both tasked to steal scientific plans by their respective sides. It's Armageddon all over again, but with hot scenes. I loved it. 

The Last Angel by @bellisima-writes, rated E, 162k.

I don't think there is anything about this epic story that I haven't said before. The author builds an incredible plot and you wonder excitedly where this is all going. You can't stop reading because you want to know what happens and because the prose is so beautiful. Like I've said several times before, this is the most Good Omens-y fic I've read. Let yourself be captured and join Bellisima for this wonderful ride!

The Greater Tadfield Friends Of Music Autumn Concert by CopperBeech @copperplatebeech, rated E, 27k.

I love how this story communicates all sorts of feelings through a fast, concise, no-nonsense  style. Crowley moves to Tadfield and joins the local orchestra. The rest is fiction. 

As always, I'm particularly partial to The Them and Warlock making appearances. And I LOVE Zingarelli!

One Shots:

Aziraphale Gets A Clue by Serenity Stargazer, rated T, 3k.

It's Christmas. Aziraphale is in heaven as Supreme Archangel and Crowley wants to get his attention. He succeeds.

A Nice And Accurate Teen Magazine Quiz by @fellshish, rated T, 2.7k.

Fellshish strikes again with this adorable and extremely funny piece in which Crowley takes credit for teen magazines in hell. Then he browses one of the magazines and takes the soulmate quiz. Then Crowley will be Crowley. I'm sure everyone this side of Tumblr has already read it, but if for some reason you haven't yet you're in for a treat!

Poems: 

PJs, Optional by FuzzyGoblin and koala2all, rated E.

This hilarious poem is made up of a series of limericks all relating to pyjamas that might or might not be worn by our favourite angel and demon. It manages to be funny, sweet and hot, all in the space of 50 lines. I love it!

(Un)Holy Palmers by @on1occasionfork, rated G.

An incredibly beautiful and moving poem about what is like to express love for one another while hiding it from the powers that be. 

Do That Again (And Again) by AlwaysBeMyBaby @alwaysbemybae and OneDapperCat, rated G.

A beautiful through the ages poem about all the ineffable kisses that could have been.

The Demon And The Angel by Hopeless_old_romantic_67, rated G.

Gorgeous poem inspired by The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. Little warning, it is sad. But so beautiful and deep. 

A Most Peculiar Spa by AlwaysBeMyBaby and OneDapperCat, rated G.

Lovely and funny poem in which Aziraphale tells Crowley about his latest bubble bath! Be sure to read the notes!

@goodomensafterdark

December 24's list here.

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Taylor Swift prompts: Matt/Foggy, 13

13. hands around a cold glass (from the SECOND Taylor Swift prompt list) I was struggling with some writer's block a few weeks ago and my dearest Zainab was kind enough to give me permission to write a tiny Matt/Foggy-centric one-shot set in her Great British Bake-Off AU and I absolutely leapt at the chance, because I love this 'verse and I've been bothering her with texts about what these two would be up to in that AU since like January. I think this makes sense without reading her previous entries in the series (which focus primarily on Sam and Bucky, with an ensemble cast of other MCU characters), but you should read them anyway because they're very good and they will make your life better! Cross-posted to AO3 here (with more notes) if that's your jam 🍯

Even though they’ve set aside their evening for the express purpose of making a decision, Foggy waits until they’ve finished the takeout they ordered to the office (neutral ground, so no one has home field advantage) and cleaned up all the various cartons and silverware and settled back at the conference table with each of their second beers of the night before he brings up the thing they’re supposed to be talking about.

“Okay,” Foggy says, setting his beer down firmly and flipping a page over on his legal pad to find where he scribbled some notes earlier. “Reason number one that you should move into my apartment: you love me.”

“You can’t use that as one of your reasons,” Matt replies, tapping a pen against the table in a fidgety gesture that’s unlike him.

“Why not?”

“Because you also love me, which means you should move into my apartment. They cancel each other out!”

“Oh, my bad,” Foggy says, as he crosses it off his list. “I didn’t know we were playing by Boggle rules…”

Matt scrunches his nose in confusion. “I’m not familiar.”

“Really?” he asks. “You don’t know Boggle? It’s like a classic word game, you have these little cubes with letters on them that you shake and—you know what, saying it out loud, it makes sense that you haven’t played it. I understand that now. It would be impossibly boring even if there was a braille version. Moving on! Reason number two that you should move in with me!”

“Okay…”

“I’m super handsome.”

“Foggy!”

“What?”

Matt shakes his head. “I’m also handsome,” he says, quietly, after a minute.

“Damn, that’s true,” Foggy says, as if it had never occurred to him.

“Please take this seriously!”

“Fine! Reason number three: I have a lot more stuff than you do. It will take me so long to pack and it will probably make me cry and possibly throw up. You, comparatively, would have a much easier time packing, because you live like a weird, sad monk.”

“Hey! I do not! Just because I don’t like clutter…”

“Until we started dating, you owned one singular blanket,” Foggy points out. “It was a blanket for your bed and your couch that you moved back and forth as needed.”

“It was a perfectly good system,” Matt grumbles.

“Right, but isn’t it better now that you have a bed blanket and a couch blanket?”

“I guess,” Matt admits, as though he’s being tormented. “To be fair, it would probably take you at least a week just to pack up all of your cookbooks.”

“I don’t have that many!”

“You bought three new ones last week! That’s already three more than I own!”

“I can’t help it that my friends keep writing cookbooks,” Foggy objects. “What was I supposed to do, Matt? Not buy Daisy’s book?”

Matt crosses his arms, irritably. “No, but you didn’t know the authors of the other two books you bought. You could’ve skipped theirs.”

“Cookbooks make me happy! I don’t tell you not to…go to the gym!”

“You do, in fact, tell me that all the time.”

Foggy makes a hand gesture that’s meant to convey the sentiment of duh, except that such things are generally lost on Matt, for obvious reasons. “Yeah, well, usually it’s because I want you to stay in bed longer.”

“And I want you to own fewer cookbooks so that there’s room in the apartment for us to actually have a bed.”

“Okay, fine,” he concedes. “Give me one of your reasons, then.”

“I know where everything is in my apartment,” Matt says, simply, “whereas at your place, I’m always looking in the wrong cabinets for stuff or tripping over things.”

“That’s just because you’re not as used to it. I’d go through the same thing if I moved to your place!”

“You’d still have an easier time of it than me.”

“That’s…fair,” Foggy concedes. “I can’t really disagree with that without being an asshole.”

“My favorite way to win an argument,” Matt replies, with a smile. “Playing the blind card.”

Foggy shakes his head. “You devious son of a bitch.”

“Also, my apartment is closer to the office and my rent is cheaper.”

“I’ll give you the cheap rent thing, though it is only because of that terrible billboard with the crazy LED lights that come through your windows at all hours, which does not bother you but would definitely bother me.”

“I remember you sleeping through three separate fire drills in college. I think you’d somehow manage to deal with the unique lighting situation of this apartment.”

“Fine,” Foggy admits, begrudgingly. “But I absolutely contest it being a mark in your favor that your apartment is closer to the office. I think it helps with work-life balance that my place is a little farther away.”

Matt thinks this over for a moment and then nods. “Okay, fine. We’ll call it a draw.”

“Good. Moving on, then. Reason number…whatever that my apartment is better: I live right next door to that bodega with those amazing breakfast sandwiches and the good, cheap coffee you love.”

“Fuck,” Matt says, with feeling. “That’s a really good point.”

“Yeah, it is!”

“Okay,” he says, in the tone Foggy’s been hearing him use in court and mock trials and even drunken debates for over a decade now.  It means Matt is currently running through his rebuttal in his mind, devising the best and most efficient way to win this round. Foggy loves that tone of voice, and the expression of intense thought that always accompanies it, even if it usually means he's about to lose whatever argument they're having. He really should be more immune to it by now, but love has made him weak and he's truly not even mad about it.

“My apartment,” Matt says, finally, “has an in-unit washer and dryer.”

That’s a solid point, but Foggy is not going to admit defeat so easily. “Okay,” he says, “but—counterpoint—mine has a dishwasher!”

“I don’t mind hand washing dishes,” Matt replies with a shrug.

“Wait until you live with me to say that,” Foggy says. “I bake all the time! It’s a lot of dishes!”

“It’s still not as bad as having to go to a laundromat and pay whenever you need to do laundry!”

“Well, my landlord says the machines in the basement will be fixed soon, so my laundromat days are numbered.”

“I will believe that when I see it.”

“You can’t see anything, sweetheart.”

“Exactly,” Matt says, smugly. He may have a point. Foggy’s landlord has been saying the washing machines will be fixed “soon” for six months now.

Foggy blows out a breath, making as much noise as humanly possible to express his frustration. “So, where does that leave us? Is somebody winning?”

Matt laughs and distractedly runs a finger through the layer of condensation on his beer bottle, dividing it down the middle with a thick line. “Honestly, I don’t know. It feels like we’re even, at this point.”

“In the spirit of honesty, then, can I ask you something?”

Matt shrugs, the gesture completely at odds with how tense the rest of his body became at the question. “Sure.”

“You do want to move in with me, right?” Foggy asks, hating himself a little for even needing to. “I know we’ve discussed it, and you said you wanted to, but it’s okay if you’re not ready yet or you changed your mind. It’s a big step—”

Matt leans forward to cover Foggy’s hand with his own, letting his fingers, still cold and damp from holding the glass, brush over Foggy’s wrist, raising goosebumps in their wake. “Of course I want to! Does it seem like I don’t?”

“No, it’s just—I know you like your space and that you value your independence a lot, and I get that but I also don’t necessarily relate to it on the same level. I wouldn’t want to pressure you into doing something that’s going to make you miserable.”

“Well, for one thing, you’re not pressuring me and living with you is not going to make me miserable. It will do the opposite, in fact.”

“Yeah, but—”

“It’s not even going to be our first time living together, dumbass,” Matt says, fondly. “You do remember college, don’t you?”

“Very little of it, in fact,” Foggy quips. “I think I was drunk for most of Spring 2010. It’s more or less a blank spot.”

“Still, we didn’t hate living together then, did we?”

“No,” Foggy replies. “One could even argue that we loved living together.”

“And that was with us sleeping in twin beds. Imagine how much better it will be, uh…not in twin beds…”

Foggy stifles a laugh. “Matt, did you seriously get all blushy at the idea of a queen sized bed?”

“No,” Matt says, tipping his chin down to hide his face. "Shut up!"

“You’re so cute. I want to have sex with you immediately.”

“No! No sex! In fact, I’m breaking up with you.”

“No, you’re not! You love me!”

“Yes, I do,” Matt says, sullenly, “And for what it’s worth, I only got embarrassed because it felt like I was implying that we slept together in our dorm in college, which obviously wasn’t true and I didn’t want to…”

“You didn’t want to admit how big of a crush you had on me back then, I get it,” Foggy says. “Oh, wait, sorry! That was me!”

“Again: shut up!”

“Okay, but now you’ve got me thinking: maybe we should do twin beds…”

“Foggy,” Matt groans.

“I don’t want our relationship to be in violation of the Hays Code, Matt!”

“Well, we’re both men, so that ship has already sailed, I’m afraid…”

“I’m just saying: if it’s good enough for Mary Tyler Moore and Dick Van Dyke, it should be good enough for us!”

“To each their own, I guess, but I sleep better when I share a bed with you.”

“I’ll pretend your reasons are romantic,” Foggy says, aiming for sarcasm and missing by a wide margin, “and not just because you turn into a koala when you sleep.”

“Have you considered being less huggable, maybe?” Matt asks, with a straight face.

“That’s like asking the sun to be less radiant! It is counter to my very nature!”

He smiles. “Fair point.”

Foggy leans back in his chair, making sure to keep his fingers tangled together with Matt’s as he does. He sighs, closing his eyes, and tries to come up with an answer to their problem. It’s a big step for their relationship and huge life changes tend to require sacrifice or compromise on some level, but it’s difficult to think of an option that doesn’t require much more of that from one of them than the other. Except…

“I have a very stupid idea,” Foggy announces. 

“Okay,” Matt replies, warily.

“And I know it’s stupid, okay? I just said that, but I want to be very clear that I’m aware of it. I’m just going to say it anyway, to put it out there.”

“Okay…”

“Should we just look for a place together?”

Matt furrows his brow, puzzling through the implications of this option. “As in, we both leave our current apartments for a completely new one?”

“Yeah. That way we both have to pack, and move, and get used to a new space, instead of only one of us having to do it. I know it’s more expensive and more trouble, so—“

“Is it weird that it makes me feel better?” Matt asks. “The idea that we’d both have to be inconvenienced, equally?”

“No,” Foggy admits. “It makes me feel better too. I want it to feel equal. And we could find a bigger place, maybe with an extra room.”

“For an office?”

Foggy laughs. “Honestly, it’s a sign of how low my standards are that I’m just relieved your mind didn’t go immediately to an in-home gym.”

Matt’s eyebrows lift, excitedly. “We could find a building that has a gym, though.”

“Like you’d ever cheat on Fogwell’s like that.”

“I meant for cross-training…”

“Of course you did,” Foggy says, rolling his eyes. “We could make a list. Things we need—“

“Close to the bodega with the good coffee,” Matt interjects, smiling.

“And a functional laundry room, somewhere on site,” Foggy adds, nodding. “And then a list of things that would be nice to have, like a gym or no nearby billboards that will fry my retinas in the middle of the night.”

“So, you’re saying we’d get to debate and write out two more lists?” Matt asks. “Are you trying to seduce me right now? In our office? Where solemn attorney-ing is done?”

“No, it just comes so naturally to me,” Foggy replies, running his thumb over Matt’s knuckles affectionately. “Though it sounds to me like that’s a yes?”

Matt gives him a surprised look. “Yes to…?”

“God, keep your pants on for two minutes, Murdock! I’m talking about the plan!”

“Oh, yeah. The plan. I mean, I know it’s more work for us and more trouble, but…”

“I’d go through a lot more trouble for your sake, if it means making you happy,” Foggy says, simply. It’s the truth, and he tries to make it a habit to say what he means, especially with Matt. It took them long enough to get here. What’s the point in hiding how he feels now?

Matt rests his chin in the hand that isn’t holding Foggy’s. “You’re very sweet, you know that?”

“I’ve heard it before, once or twice.”

“I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.”

“You smiled at me once when we were eighteen and it was all over for me. And then fifteen years later, you got jealous of a woman I met on a reality show and finally fell in love with me.”

Matt turns an adorable shade of pink and takes his hand away to cross his arms petulantly over his chest. “That’s not true.”

“Oh, so it didn’t take me going to a wedding with one of my best friends under completely platonic circumstances for you to admit you had feelings for me?” Foggy asks, grinning.

“I don’t recall, actually,” Matt says, primly, as he reaches for his beer again and takes an uninterested sip. 

“Speaking of Daisy,” Foggy says, enjoying this way too much, “I should talk to her. She and Daniel said their realtor from when they moved was great. They might be able to put us in touch with someone.”

“We could always use the realtor who rented me my place,” Matt suggests, in the neutral tone of someone who definitely wouldn’t rather eat glass than ask Daisy for help with anything. “She was very helpful and I remember she gave me her card. I could probably find it.”

“Yeah, she gave you her card because she wanted to sleep with you,” Foggy says, shaking his head. “Pass.”

“You don’t have to be jealous, Foggy,” Matt replies, with an evil smile. “She showed me the apartment under completely platonic circumstances.”

Foggy rolls his eyes at that. “You’ve never been in platonic circumstances with anyone, Matt! Every person who meets you wants to sleep with you immediately.”

Matt shrugs, like this means nothing. “Too bad for them. I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah?” Foggy laughs. “Is it serious?”

Matt nods, and his smile isn’t evil at all anymore. “Very,” he says. “We’re moving in together.”

[blackthorn-faerie]

I am a frequent indulger in University AUs, and Aventurine is always depicted as a business student. I love to see it, but to me, he is a high school dropout who somehow managed to work his way into a recruiting position in a mega corporation (the IPC lol) and is frequently at the university for hiring fairs and things

[evilherehotel]

guys. guys the similarities. guys listen to me

[penn-dragon]

Hey, on the topic of my own fic writing, I’ve got a question for my followers/fic readers.

I have a tendency to never post any of my writing, because my various unmedicated (I’m working on it) neurodivergences and mental illnesses make it very hard for me to ever finish pieces, and I feel really bad about starting a fic that someone could be really into and then potentially never finishing it when my brain suddenly decides I’m not allowed to write any more of it. So a long time ago I made it a rule for myself that I never post anything until it’s 100% finished, even if I have like multiple chapter that are perfectly ready to be published. Which ultimately leads to me never posting anything and sitting on a hoard of writing that only myself and select friends ever see.

So my question is, it more upsetting to read part of a story that might never get finished? Or to know that there’s writing out there that you don’t get to read just because it’s not finished?

[crossbackpoke-check]

the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

[quietwingsinthesky]

i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.

[theladyfae]

i think human nature/family of blood is a really good two parter in how it manages to show how full of shit ten is 🫶

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[cloudd-nyne]

Bleh.

[candleeyed]

i loved the new spiderverse but miguel is so funny when you think about it. yes hes sad but the whole reason he's an antagonist at all is that he assumes miles is a good person and gets REALLY mad about it. like hes not wrong but he's very angry about it