#is named Pash

[creature-once-removed]

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[vampirepolitician]

Cringe fail bodyguard, nepotism kid at rebel militia, canonically sexiest person after Coronabeth, dual wielding machetes, nro 1 cousin in the world <3

[eskildit]

@astrobowie​ believe it or not hot sauce is not even close to the wildest name in this series

[chilly-weirdo-in-a-tomb]

Alecto Prediction #11

We’ve seen through Corona that when people from the Houses join Blood of Eden, they receive a new Edenite name. We aren’t told who gave her the name Crown Him with Many Crowns in NTN, but I believe that we will find out that it was Pash. It makes sense if we think about which biblical figure Pash correlates to: John the Baptist. In baptism, a person is christened with a name, just like Corona was christened Crown. But John the Baptist is called the Baptist not just for baptizing the average Tom, Dick, and Harry. He also baptized Jesus. And we have a perfectly good lesbian Jesus ready in the wings to ask to be baptized.

This is why I believe that Gideon/Kiriona will join BoE and Pash will give her a new name.

[sharry-arry-odd]

We Suffer said, "Ah! Are you secretly an expert on the stellar craft of your people, Crown? That is a very useful piece to have in our box of tricks," but Crown just laughed.  "Oh, only secondhand, Commander. I had a massive crush on a boy who was really into shuttles," she said, and added wistfully, "He had a great body. A dancer. /Loved/ shuttles . . . didn't look at me twice, so I fell head over heels. Story of my life." The bodyguard said, "What happened? You eat him?" Crown said, "A boy like that? Not all at once."

Nona the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir

[charlottedabookworm]

#25 - Perpetuity

feat Nadir

i headcanon that the dragons sorta exist a little bit out of time so it's not like they remember the future nadir is from but they have a knowing yknow? they can feel it

anyway genuinely not sure if this makes sense but i've gotta start getting ready for work so it is what it is

direct continuation from #11 - Surrogate

“Speak, mortal, and I shall listen.”

All words flee from his mind in an instant; he does not know what to say. Nadir had assumed-

Master Vrtra had known of his mission. Varshahn had known him, his gaze piercing and familiar as he found him on the beaches outside of his home. “Mine father yet sleeps,” his Satrap’s vessel had said, utterly still as he had watched him. “If thou can awaken him, thou shalt have his aid.”

“I wish thee luck, Nadir bin Pashe,” Varshahn had murmured before vanishing, gone in an instant, leaving only a scale where he had once stood.

The same scale that hangs at Nadir’s neck. The very reason why he had assumed that the Great Wyrm would-

“Speak, mortal.”

“My apologies, I-” Where should he even begin? Where did it all-? Oh. “The stars fell from the skies.”

The Great Wyrm Midgardsormr simply stares down at him, unmoving.

Nadir swallows. “The stars fell from the skies,” he says again, slowly. Even now, he can see it; streaks of light dancing across the skies. It was beautiful, until it was not. “The stars fell and our people- already were we struggling, after the Calamity. Our fields lay fallow, our livestock dying, and then- we do not know how it begun but our people-”

He can hear them screaming. He can hear their bones breaking, their skin tearing, the rush of blood as they changed-

“They changed,” Nadir says quietly, steadily, distantly. “They- transformed.” Their bodies twisting, their aether roiling dark and angry, terror and despair and- “They became monsters. Blasphemies. One after another after another, all of them, creatures and people all falling one by one to despair.”

Midgardsormr, sire of the First Brood, oldest of the Great Wyrms, blinks slowly. “Despair,” the ancient being rumbles. It is not a question.

“Our people burned, Master Midgardsormr, and Master Vrtra- this was the only path he saw forward. I swore to protect our people, to complete the last mission he gave of me. And so I beg of you, please, tell me how I may prevent this from happening once more.”

“Thou dost carry the scent of a Calamity yet come,” the Great Wyrm says. “My people have heard the song, yet not the song that was once sung. Seven children did I sire; one who hath singeth of retribution, while my youngest now singeth of hope.”

Air buffets around him, burning against his robes and skin as the Great Wyrm exhales.

Nadir does not dare to flinch.

Midgardsormr’s head lowers, until the Great Wyrm’s eyes are level with his head. The gaze is piercing and heavy and familiar. “Thou art loyal to mine child, mortal, to stand here even now. Dragons do not forget. Mine child asks for mine aid and so shalt he have it. I rise to join him in chorus.”

In his hand, the scale warms.

He breathes. The screams of his people quiet and the weight upon his shoulders lightens.

“Despair,” Master Midgardsormr says once more, gaze distant and unfocused.

Dragons do not forget, the Great Wyrm said. Nadir wonders what it is that the ancient being before him remembers.

He wonders if it is similar to the horrors that haunt his own mind.

[luvl3ttr]

princess treatment feminine energy why men like bitches how to be wifey material how to be a stay at home girlfriend how to get him obsessed…. WAKE UP SHEEPLE 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹 look the most obvious psyop in the world right in the eye 👁️ and let it go

[expensivegems]

if you haven't read the book afterlove, go. now.

canon divergence fic for my girls bc im kickstarting this fandom.

[xylianasblog]

Best Friends Brother

Pairings: Agedup! Aonung x FemNavi reader

Summary: Who better to teach you something new.?

Warnings: MDNI, corruption kink, voyeurism, handjobs, innocent reader, experienced Aonung.

A/n: Hi babies sorry this is so late, day 14 of pandoras glow. It’s definitely not proof read so I hope you babies enjoy. 🥰

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You sat giggling and whispering with a bunch of the girls in the village, ones who were far more experienced than you in every way of the word. Of course except for your best friend Tsireya. She was a daddy’s girl just like yourself, the embodiment of perfection, and you weren’t far behind her.

“He’s really good! His tongue feels amazing, but it’s not the only thing he’s good at doing!” Ak’Nita said, you watched with raises brow bones and wide eyes. The other girls continued to giggle at the new information about Aonung yet you were confused, never experiencing anything sexual you were way behind the others. You never minded knowing you have your best friend and sometimes it felt good knowing that the two of you were to pure for the world of Pandora. Treated like princesses among the clan.

However that didn’t mean you weren’t curious, you wanted to understand what felt so good about the things they did. The very first time you even tried to touch yourself was just short of a few weeks ago and you didn’t venture far with exploring your own body due to how uncomfortable you felt.

With a small frown now set on your soft features you picked yourself up and wandered away from the group to your usual watering hole.

It was a secluded area deeper into the thick bits of forest that resided on the lands of Awa’atlu. Deeper into territory that was never explored, you sound sanctuary away from the clan, you always assumed you were the only one who knows of this place well until you heard the soft groans. Groans you assumed mean someone was hurting, your steps picked up and you hurried to assist until you pushed pash a green leaf that hide away the view of Aonung himself in all his naked glory.

Your eyes trailing over his body out of curiosity, taking in every delicate line of his tattoos. The show of his growth literally marked into his skin, starting from the side of his face and dancing along the skin of his arm. The lower you got the bigger his tattoo grew until your eyes landed on his thick muscular thighs, thighs that should have held your attention but it was what was between his thighs that was stiff and leaking.

You held in a gasp, your hand immediately flying to cover your lips as you watched the way his hand tugged on his length. You were entranced by the sight of him doing such an unusual thing, your eyes darting to his face quickly watching the way it contorted into one of pleasure.

You couldn’t look away, looking was bad, looking was something you definitely shouldn’t be doing but the sight itself was too… you just couldn’t look away. Your eyes moved between his eyes and his hard length being stroked by his own hand, you couldn’t help but press your thighs together as you looked on. The sound of your name falling from his lips had your ears perking up, your tail starting to sway excitedly behind you as you watched him release. The sight of his swollen head dripping the me remnants of his self pleasure.

You sat there puzzled and confused, the confusion along with the arousal you couldn’t decipher swirled around in your mind mixing together in a muddled mess.

The moment Aonung took a step, lowering in himself into the pool of water you got up and bolted as quietly as you could. Your mind focused on nothing but your best friend’s brother.

The next day you were alone at your watering hole, your feet licking around the water. Your mind replaying the events that happened, your mind had engraved every single detail about Aonung thick, hard cock into your mind. Your thoughts continued on like this for a moment, your hand slowly trailing over your thighs before eventually tracing over the edge of your loincloth inching closer and closer to where you felt yourself aching.

“Whatcha doing Yawne.” Came Aonungs voice, startling you from your thoughts, the moment completely broken you looked up at him with wide eyes, feeling like a hexapede caught in a trap. “N-Nothing!” You stuttered out, hands immediately moving to your side as if you weren’t just caught about to touch yourself, and especially as if you weren’t picturing that it was Aonung’s rough calloused hands instead of your own.

Aonung let out a small noise of acknowledgment sound alone had you pressing your thighs together. You made sure to avoid him hearing things dropping with light thuds in the ground, you wondered what was happening but you didn’t dare to turn around. You felt him before you seen him, his naked thighs coming into view as he sat beside you. The warmth of his body radiating off of him like ocean waves.

You felt his hand settle on your thigh, rubbing your smooth skin gently. Inch by inch his hand slide up your thigh closer to your aching core. You didn’t stop him, didn’t dare think about it. “I know you saw me yesterday Yawne.” Aonung whispered into your ear before he nuzzled into your neck, his wet lips pressed against the skin lightly. You shuddered as you closed your eyes, body reacting in ways you weren’t use too but you were more than welcome to receiving.

“Come on pretty, let me teach you.” Aonung whispers before pressing his lips against yours softly.

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[vidavalor]

I think you're the fifth blogger I've seen mention Shax's thing for Crowley... I still can't see it even though I really want to 'cause I think it's hilarious... send help... 🤣🥲😔

I can try lol. Chocolate cake? *slices*

More fun with Shax and Crowley under the cut. We're also going to look at part of Gabriel & Sandalphon's visit to the bookshop in S1 for some bonus fun since it fit in here as it's a parallel scene.

TW: Brief mention of Sandalphon and his homophobia.

For the most part, Shax isn't really in love with Crowley... she's just got a Mr. Brown-level pash on the Crowley that Crowley projects. While Aziraphale hides that he's an angel from the human world so Mr. Brown only believes him to be human, Crowley hides the extent to which he's human and living like one from the demons in Hell. As a result, the demon pursuing him has got exactly one thing correct about Crowley-- that he's hot lol-- but Shax's opinions as to why only partially overlap with ours and Aziraphale's because Shax believes Crowley's big reputation. She doesn't know what we know about him or see him the way we do. Like Mr. Brown with Aziraphale, she exists in part to highlight how insular Crowley & Aziraphale's world of their life together is and how much they have to playact in their respective worlds to keep that secret life they have with one another private and intact.

Shax is a demon who loves being a demon. That's what makes her crazy to us. Most of the other demons we've met are just miserable, even if they're playing along, but Shax is a real go-getter. She's ambitious and she lives to serve their master Satan. She wants to be good at being a demon and she's in love with *Crowley* lol. To us, this seems bananas because ain't no demon ever hated being a demon more than Anthony Jemimah Crowley... but it's proof positive of how decent a job Crowley has been doing at projecting an air of general demonicness for the last six thousand years.

Crowley has been a prince of Hell forever. He's gotten the top jobs-- the stuff of Shax's dreams, really-- and was a particular favorite of Satan, whom Shax worships. He was basically Hell's resident rock star, breezing in every few months to give a demonic presentation and shoot the shit in Lord Beezlebub's office for a half-hour before taking off for Earth again. If you were Shax, spending literally *thousands of years* in that overstuffed, dark, actual hell hole, Crowley showing up must have been like a visit from sexy Santa Claus. Shax is one of those Effort-making demons and most of the demons in Hell are more terrifying than attractive, ok?... even if you find terrifying attractive, like Shax sorta does or at least thinks she ought to.

Who's going to light your fire down there? Hastur? He'd *literally* light you on fire....

We've seen Shax have to deal with misogyny in the workplace (ugh Demon Josh) and you know she never got any of that shit from Crowley. She probably mostly got a "Shaaaaax! How's it hangin'?" from Disco Tony, who was thrilled to have remembered her name this time. Shax was playing it evil demon lady cool on the surface but girl just wants to be first string for the finest demon in Hell and she was swooning internally every time Crowley swooped in to grace Hell with his presence for a hot minute.

There has been suggestion in the series that several demons that we know of from Bible lore are, in Good Omens, all actually Crowley, which furthers this idea of Crowley and his big reputation a bit. The show has actually already done this with a Biblical figure, in that Bildad the Shuite is an actual Biblical character that the show just made be actually the demon Crowley under a different name, so it would make sense that the reason why we haven't seen other famous demons from The Bible in the series are because they're actually Crowley.

One is canon, basically, which is Astaroth/Astoreth, since Crowley was Nanny Astoreth in S1 and I doubt he stole the name from another demon who exists in the GO universe. When Crowley tells Aziraphale he changed his name when they are watching Jesus' crucifixion, Aziraphale first posits two other demons' names and neither of them exist in GO universe to date but both are, lore-wise, powerful: Mephistopheles and Asmodeus. A lot of other great meta has been written about these choices-- in particular, how well Mephistopheles fits Crowley to a tee, which I really, really agree with. You could assume then that the reasons why more audience-known demons like Astoreth and Asmodeus have never shown up in GO-- and we've met the highest-ranking demons already-- is because they actually *have* and they're all just really Crowley.

In demon lore, Astaroth is part of the "evil trinity" with Beezlebub and Lucifer and is a high-ranking demon in Hell... as well as is basically a genderbent serpent goddess with Crowley traits... so safe to say that's one of Crowley's aliases. Crowley has also had his name of "Crowley" for thousands of years by S1 but when he's rolling up in The Bentley in 1.01, Ligur and Hastur clarify what Crowley's "calling himself up here these days", indicating that he might have gone by more names than we might have realized.

Asmodeus, as we all probably know by now, is the demon of lust. A French novel from the 18th century also popularized the idea of Asmodeus as a sort of Cupid, which also goes along with Crowley, who loves love and got genuine joy out of trying to set up Maggie and Nina. So... from Shax's perspective, why *wouldn't* you want Crowley? He's the fine as fuck, Serpent of Eden, legendary prince of fucking lust here lol.

Shax showed up to reclaim his apartment for Hell and you know she expected a scene the likes of which have not been seen on Earth since a post-concert hotel suite occupied by Led Zeppelin lol. She was expecting (fantasizing lol) about having to wade through a rock music blasting, orgiastic drug den to find Asmodeus in his sex dungeon of a bedroom, somewhere in the black silk sheets beneath three playthings.

You know she actually found Crowley, alone, having just finished vacuuming the most fastidiously clean flat this side of Heaven, fully dressed and watching Barefoot Contessa on his massive plasma screen while the only drugs being mixed were special-blend fertilizer for his houseplants. Ina was making Jeffrey red-wine braised short ribs and Crowley didn't say so to Shax, of course, but he's always on the lookout for something his angel might like for dinner. Hang on a second, Shax, gotta save this recipe to my favorites...

At least the black silk sheets were accurate? lol

What probably confuses Shax a little is that she's been meeting up with Crowley and she still wants him and badly, even as it's becoming increasingly clear that he's a bit more complicated than she thought he was. Technically, she should consider him a traitor because of how he betrayed their Master but he's hot, ok, and maybe it's a little sexy to be so bad that you'd defy Satan? (Aziraphale agrees lol.)

Shax has Mr. Brown-level fantasies about where this could go. Crowley was a favorite of Satan's and she can bring him back into the fold. She can heal him. Yeah, this lady demon has gone and got herself one of those 'I can fix him' disaster scenarios. She hates this for her too but she can't help it. He's so sexy. She's been in Hell for a long time. She's sleeping in the bed and showering in the tropical rainforest paradise dream shower of Asmodeus himself, ok?

She's undoubtedly tried to get him to stay. She's so offered for him to live with her in secret and Crowley nearly choked on the air he doesn't need to breathe trying not to laugh at the irony of that one. It's not Shax's fault that he's just not that into her. She's a bad bitch and everything. That's just not his thing. He's just the lonely GI who basically fell asleep during a performance of The Ladies of Camelot. He has always given off the impression that he's into everything there is to sell the whole 'demon of lust' thing but he's really not. Shax doesn't know that, though, because to know that is to know Crowley well and Shax does not.

Does Crowley know that Shax is into him? Yeah, he does.

Shax's thing for him is basically the same thing as when Crowley tries to make a phone call after having taken out the mobile phone network for miles. It's the oh, shit, right, that thing I did that's now fucking up my day in the present... He didn't lead her on specifically as much as he just gave off the vibe in general that he's this debauched, wild, so very wicked demon and, well... if your name is Aziraphale, that's not terribly inaccurate lol... but if it's not, then it's actually not true at all...

...and this is why Shax cannot for the fucking life of her figure out what the deal is with Crowley and this angel.

Yes, Shax is trying to goad Aziraphale into confirming that he has Gabriel in this scene but this scene also comes off as Shax so incredibly done with how jealous she is over this, in her eyes, ridiculous being, and she's bitchy as all fuck about it. There were other ways to crack at Aziraphale than over his relationship with Crowley and she goes at that hard. She calls The Bentley an old piece of junk when she's really clearly calling Aziraphale that and saying that she doesn't know why Crowley hasn't gotten "an upgrade" since, implying that she considers herself just the upgrade Crowley needs. She brings up 1941 via the rumors that she heard "80, 90 years ago" that Crowley and Aziraphale were "an item", which we know are at least partially derived from what happened with Furfur, who his Shax's closest friend and totally has tried to tell her that this thing she has for Crowley is hopeless because he's doing that angel, Shax. (Poor, pining Furfur lol.)

Shax knows somewhere that Furfur is probably correct but she's decided to pretend that it's Furfur's thing for her that could have caused him to misconstrue at least part of it, right, because the demon of lust only having eyes for one being, let alone that being being this angel, is absurd to her (even if she thinks she can tame him lol.)

Aziraphale is an angel, for one thing. The bastards who did this to The Fallen and who cast their Master to Hell. Their sworn, hereditary enemy. It was one thing when maybe the angel was a dalliance. Asmodeus, lonely and bored on Earth, tired of all the sex with the mortals, and so very bad that he could corrupt an angel. That's a little hot, actually, if you're Shax, but it's the fact that that... does not appear to be what this relationship is... that unsettles her.

During S2, Shax learns that Crowley has a permanent invite into and keys to the bookshop and that Aziraphale can drive Crowley's car to an extent that Shax even has to trick him to allow her to enter it. The angel really seems like he might be Crowley's partner, which would mean that this wasn't Crowley fucking an angel on a whim in 1941 but that Hell's wild prince of lust has actually secretly been in a romantic relationship with Aziraphale for at least, to Shax's knowledge, almost a century.

The purported baddest demon that ever demoned, shy of the literal devil, is apparently mad for this fusty angel and Shax just cannot get it, ok?

Crowley is a a broody, black-clad rock star and Aziraphale is this twee little bookselling angel to her. Shax thinks maybe this was all part of Crowley's breakdown or something and she's Mr. Brown so she hasn't given up hope here, not for most of S2, but she's mostly been trying to figure out how to get Crowley's attention and that's the funniest part of her whole pash, imo.

Shax has no idea what Crowley is into. She can't figure this out to save her life.

She has no idea that it's over before it started because she is just not what primes the engine of Crowley's star factory over here. It's not personal. He just doesn't have a shred of sexual interest in her. Gabriel is getting more action from Crowley this season and he tried to murder him lol. Crowley's spent millennia cultivating a persona of a sex god and now he's got to live with it and he's just praying he never finds out anything she's fantasizing about him because he shudders at the thought of whatever she envisions them getting up to.

Look at what Shax is wearing when she comes to Earth to meet with Crowley, for one of the more hilarious things...

In Hell, Shax wears modern clothes. When she comes to Earth to meet Crowley in the year 2023, she wears a vintage-inspired outfit that is spanning the mid-1930s through WW2 in style (the era she knows he was involved with Aziraphale, who is her main point of reference for what attracts Asmodeus over here lol)... and the dress has the biggest damn bow ever seen. You could see that bow from space. It's like she's trying desperately to figure out what turns Crowley on and so far she's come up with well, he drives an old car and he's rolled that angel so he likes... old things... vintage clothes, like the angel's. She's trying to out-bow-tie Aziraphale.

Now that Shax can spend time with Crowley alone and the possibility of seducing him is ever-present (lolololol), she's spending time trying to figure out what turns on the prince of lust. She's trying to get Crowley's demonically lustful attention and she's reduced to bow ties, okay, take pity on her... she's just like I don't know what his deal with these are, exactly, as it seems kind of specific... but he can unwrap me anytime if that's his thing...

Then, there's that she's sitting too close to him on the park bench and raking her eyes over him while he's sprawling on it. He's not sprawling in a way meant to be enticing. He's actually mid-existential crisis here but that's fine by Shax. She likes 'em a little dark.

My favorite, though, is a scene that actually parallels S1 in a hilarious way and that's from the hot water boiler scene in the other meta that prompted the ask here but isn't a bit that I mentioned in that one.

As Crowley goes back into the bookshop (and he'd never been happier to be on the other side of that threshold in his life lol), Shax is then as physically close to him as she's ever been. If you notice, she actually inhales twice. The first is a regular breath-- which demons don't technically need to take but yeah lol-- and her expression is all oh Satan, he smells amazing and then she straight up sniffs the air as he opens the door. Girl is huffing her fill over here for those shower fantasies for months to come lol. Crowley knows it as his eyebrows are in his hair as he's turning back around like he's all did she seriously just *sniff* me? ugh...

Shax knows Crowley saw her (honestly, probably also *heard* her... Shax, love, a little subtlety wouldn't kill you...) so she covers it up by pretending like she smelled Gabriel in the bookshop. You smelled the archangel in there, huh, Shax? When you can't get through the door? When Gabriel is the same species as Aziraphale, whose bookshop this is, so this can't be some kind of angel-scent you're claiming you noticed here? lol This then parallels and adds to this Sandalphon scene in S1:

I know there's some debate about if there's such thing as an angelic or a demonic smell but I've actually always taken it to be that there isn't. It would seem to me that it would be hard for them to blend in on Earth if there was and if the demonic one was something off-putting to humans, at least. I think most of us, though, do believe that the "evil" Sandalphon is smelling in the backroom is Crowley but considering that the comment comes from Sandalphon, who is introduced to us with reference to his smiting of people in Sodom and Gomorrah, it honestly just comes off that Sandalphon is a raging homophobe and I've actually always taken that as the reason why Gabriel is here in this scene in the first place.

Absolutely nothing happens in this scene. It's a routine checkup. What is the Supreme Archangel of Heaven doing there? Why is he blowing so much smoke up Sandalphon's ass the whole time? It's kind of like he saw that Michael or someone had assigned Sandalphon to do a checkup of sorts on Aziraphale-- or Sandalphon had assigned himself-- and Gabriel pretended that he wanted to see in person how "the great Sandalphon" worked so that he could tag along and make sure that Sandalphon didn't bother Aziraphale. We also learn that Aziraphale hasn't seen Sandalphon in a long time and I'd bet that Gabriel is responsible for that. Gabriel's 'whatever, idgaf' response to Aziraphale's Jeffrey Archer books comment is so... Gabriel hadn't the first clue who Jeffrey Archer is or why his books would be evil lol. He could have easily further encouraged Sandalphon's pursuit of the "evil" scent. He didn't because he could care less what Aziraphale does in the backroom of his bookshop. If anything, he's jealous of him for having found a way to have some freedom and privacy. Gabriel is queer-- he is like Aziraphale. He's just closeted in S1. He's looking out for Aziraphale here by using his power to shut down Sandalphon and then "you can't have a war without war omg wow you are a poet!" him out of there as fast as is possible. If there truly was an 'evil'/'demonic' smell, Gabriel should have been able to smell it, too, and he doesn't. If he did, he wouldn't have been able to subtly shut down Sandalphon the way he did.

So, Sandalphon isn't smelling a demon. He's smelling another man. The "evil" is that Sandalphon can smell remnants of another cologne that isn't Aziraphale's in the backroom of Aziraphale's bookshop and Sandalphon is a homophobe, so he's implying that Aziraphale having sex and with a man is 'evil', even if there's no direct evidence here of that, just the implication of it.

This then would mean that Shax can't actually smell Gabriel in the bookshop in S2. Like Sandalphon, she's pretending to have a supernatural sense of scent but she's really just smelling Crowley. While Sandalphon was repulsed by the idea of Aziraphale's bookshop backroom having the scent of a man, Shax is just inhaling that same being's scent because omfg. so. good....

...something she can't stand that she has in common with that bastard angel, Aziraphale, who is actually allowed to breathe Crowley in anytime he wants... it's just ridiculous to her. Why the fuck does that beige bookseller get to have the sex god of Shax's dreams in his bed and she doesn't? What could Crowley possibly find attractive about him? That she doesn't know and can't really figure it out shows how little she really knows Crowley and also how little imagination she really has.

[alexa-fika]

Hi again I loved the dad mihawk fics 🐼💕

But is it possible to write a dad law story in which he becomes afraid when his son becomes ill because it is the same illness he had as a child?

( Am still not good at English 🏃‍♀️)

A/N: Hello 🐼 (is that your anon name?) Hopefully this is somewhat what you were looking for, not as wholesome and lighthearted as my other pieces, but hopefully it still hits the feels!

Dividers by @/saradika

Breaking the cycle (Law x gn!child! reader)

He sighs at the sound of knocking on his room.

“Come in.”

He lifts an eyebrow when he hears what sounds like slamming against the door, the sound becoming clear when the door opens his child hanging from the door’s handle.

He sighs 

“What are you doing?”

“I couldn’t reach the handle,” they said, dropping down.

He sighs again, gesturing for the child to come close.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel very good, Dad.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, concerned at the sudden statement.

 “Are you sick?”

They shrug, walking closer to their dad.

“My Body hurts.”

The concern on his face grows as he takes his child seriously.

“Your entire body? All of it?”

They nod, 

“Just a little bit, though,” they said, going around the desk to face him.

He picks up his child, cradling them in his arms as he looks them over, feeling around for any sign of sickness. 

“How long has this been happening? All day? Or only just now?”

“Since the last island we stopped in.”

“For that long, and you’re only just telling me now?”

“Room”

“It barely hurt before,” they say, watching their dad grab their sword to scan them.

“I see…”

“Scan”

He stands up, holding his child, scanning their body for any signs of illness using his sword, being thorough in his movements.

His eyes widen in horror once he spots what’s wrong.

“Reader-ya, listen to me, this is really important. On the last island, did you go through any white pashes? Snow White flowers?”

“Yeah… there was this pretty field of white flowers near a mine; even the dirt was white! I got this flower from there,” they say, pointing to a flower tucked in their ear.

He looks at his child again, feeling that same rush of horror as before

He quickly grabs the flower and shambles it out of the submarine into the deep sea.

“Reader-ya, do not ever touch those again!” he growls.

They flinch at their father’s sudden anger.

“I -Im sorry!”

“No, it’s not your fault,” he corrects himself, his voice softening in response.

“Listen, that flower had Amber Lead, it can and has caused Amber Lead disease when exposed to your skin.”

“Amber Lead Disease?”

“Yes, it’s a very dangerous disease that is found on some of the most isolated islands in the Grand Line.”

“And it seems you have contracted it.”

He says standing up and gently placing them on the examining table.

He sighs at the look on Reader’s Face.

“I’m sorry for screaming at you; this condition just brings bad memories,” he says gently working to remove what had been infected by the amber lead.

“I’m sorry”

He looks up from his work, meeting his child’s gaze; he sighs deeply as he sees tears on Reader’s face.

“Don’t be, you didn’t know,” he says again, his voice a bit calmer as he holds Reader close.

“Is this why grandma, grandpa, and auntie are gone?”

His eyes harden when he hears the question, his hand clenching the table as he closes his eyes in response.

“Yes….”

The words escape his lips in a soft mumble, something clearly weighing upon his heart.

He opens his eyes again, feeling the pain of his heart again.

“But you will be okay,” he said, picking them up.

“Are you okay?” Reader questions

“I will be. I won’t let anyone else die, not anymore,” he said, cradling his child close.

Reader smiles, nuzzling into him.

“I’m okay because Dad is the best doctor!”

His face growing a red hue, feeling a sudden lump in his throat at the sudden praise.

“Thank you.”

He chuckles, rubbing Reader’s hair with his free hand.

Idk, more grim than im used to, but I tried to end it wholesome, cause my heart can't take angst especially angst with no comfort

[foolishlovers]

TRANS HUMAN AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens human AUs featuring trans characters.

[Requested by anon. You can request more fic recs here.] it’s okay, maybe not forever but we got today by astheworldcomestoanend (G, 1k) Aziraphale’s parents are fighting again, so he goes over to Crowley’s house to spend the night with him. Crowley is more than happy to bring his angel in and make sure he’s okay.

Win Condition by ineffablefool (G, 1k) Human AU. Aziraphale and Crowley's junior high school sets up a really weird school-wide Valentine's Day game that they're both kind of side-eying for different reasons. Talking about it over lunch gives them both the chance to confess something, though!

Belonging by LittleQueerdo (T, 2k) Crowley is woken by a librarian on a mission.

style, flair, and a head of red hair – she’s the nanny?! by lineslines (G, 5k) She takes a step into the light, a vision of red and black, of scant fabric and edges, seizes him in her gaze, which he realizes is almost as fiery as her hair, and drags it up and down his form, once, before she grins. “Oh angel, let me guess, you probably think tartan is stylish?” “Tartan is stylish,” Aziraphale automatically protests, before his brain slowly catches up with his mouth. And his eyes. “Oh, how impolite of me! Please do come in. You must be drenched.” (Crowley just lost her job selling cosmetics to bored rich housewives. Aziraphale is a bored rich bastard in want of a nanny for the neighbor kid he has to babysit. It's a right place, right time situation. Right people, too.)

The Art of Human Nature by IneffableDoll (T, 6k) Crowley is a painter who has only ever had an eye for nature. That is, until a client named Aziraphale commissions her for a painting to boost her self-confidence, and Crowley discovers that her client is as beautiful as the Earth itself. Then she goes and catches feelings, because she’s a disaster. The Colour of Hope and Sin by TawnyOwl95 (E, 7k) Crowley has never felt so pretty. Tonight he can do anything. Having Aziraphale Eastgate, the best defender that St. Beryl's School football team had ever seen, cross Crowley's path again is a chance to test that theory. And maybe they can both work out some latent teenage angst at the same time? A Stable Relationship by MirjamOmens (E, 9k) Crowley used to be one of the best eventing riders of the UK. After one unfortunate fall that crushed his leg, he ends his career and starts coaching other promising athletes. Aziraphale is a riding instructor, handling the school ponies and teaching the beginners. For the past six months they have found themselves in a sort of arrangement. It’s just friendship… and sex, whenever their schedules happen to align. It's nothing more than that, right?

Every Part of Me by foolishlovers (T, 10k) Heartthrob rockstar Antonia Harmonia, better known as Anthony J. Crowley offstage, has safeguarded his singing career from his best friend and long-term crush, Aziraphale, for nearly two decades. But when Aziraphale stumbles upon Crowley’s secret at one of his concerts, Crowley is suddenly confronted with unexpected consequences. Could the best of both worlds be within his reach? A Hannah Montana AU. I'm Beginning to See the Light by ineffabildaddy (E, 15k) There was Crowley - the paragon of cool, the overlord of apathy, breezing easily through each and every one of their exchanges and giving no fucks while doing so; then there was the anachronistic, cloying Aziraphale, trying and failing not to live life like a Thomas Hardy protagonist, and giving many fucks indeed. Or: Aziraphale has quite the pash on his colleague Crowley, who seems resolutely disinterested in him. As their annual Christmas party progresses, it appears that Crowley may not be as disinterested as Aziraphale first thought.

Fifteen Years of Heartache by mondlichtmaus (T, 20k) Crowley was roused from his nap by the sound of somebody opening the door. He didn't move. Maybe they would go away. "Excuse me?" someone called. They weren't going away. Crowley rose, lifting his head to squint at the intruder. A broad figure, silhouetted by the light of the hallway. He couldn't make out his face, eyes still bleary from sleep. Just a halo of light framing his head. "What?" Crowley grumbled. There was a moment of silence, then the intruder spoke again. "Anthony?" They're teachers. They're in love. They're oblivious.

Just Up the Stairs by foolishlovers, ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia (E, 39k) On Valentine's Day, amidst the chaos of handling work and university deadlines as a mature student, Crowley seeks solace with his neighbour Aziraphale. As they share a meal, their long-standing friendship begins to unravel, revealing hidden feelings they've harboured for six months. It's a night that could change everything. Black and White Sunshine by Azira_Amane (E, 58k) "The cotton capital. The Second Summer of Love, the Haçienda. Irwell, Medlock, Irk and Mersey. Elizabeth Gaskell wrote her novels in a lovely little house. Oh. There’s so much to know…" Aziraphale East is, by his own account, a bit of an odd duck - and he's okay with that. He's always been happy in his own skin, in having been a confirmed bachelor his whole life. Everything changes on a work trip from London to Manchester, where he meets the vivacious and stunningly attractive Anthony Crowley. Like the splitting of the atom, Aziraphale is divided - and begins to wonder if it's not too late for love after all. Age, as they say, is but a number.

Tales of Turning Pages by foolishlovers (E, 73k) Every Tuesday, aspiring romance novelist Anthony J. Crowley pays a visit to his local library and the charming angel working there. Every Tuesday, Aziraphale Fell finds himself more and more intrigued by the curious stranger who turns his orderly life as a small-town librarian upside down.

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[charlottedabookworm]

#17 - Sally

feat Nadir

look yda and papalymo are my fav scions okay it's my 'og started in gridania' bias but they're great and i love them and i'm right

also papalymo is totally the sort of bloke who would say sally forth

“I am afraid that we must sally forth.”

Nadir looks to Yda.

Yda stares back at him, shrugging her shoulders.

“Children,” Papalymo sighs, shaking his head and tutting at them. It does not hide the smile upon his lips. “We must hurry; the sylphs are known to avoid the South Shroud and with good reason. There is little that would have compelled Elder Frixio to come here and finding him is our foremost priority.”

“Why couldn’t you just say that, Papalymo,” Yda whines.

He is in agreement with her. If they are in such a hurry, surely it is better to use clear, simple words?

Papalymo laughs as he walks into the tavern. “I am aiding the both of you in expanding your vocabulary.”

He looks at Yda.

She stares back. “Sorry,” she mouths, not looking sorry in the slightest.

“He is your mentor, not mine” he hisses back. Nadir does not need a mentor, for all that Papalymo is a good example of one, and a man who he is happy to debate magicks and aetheric manipulation with. He is only here in Eorzea to speak with Master Midgardsormr and he is a fully trained mage and member of the Radiant Host beside, he has no need for a mentor.

Yda simply grins at him. Reaching up, she claps a hand against his shoulder and whispers, “Good luck,” as she moves past him.

Nadir sighs.

[illarian-rambling]

I think an important and underrated part of worldbuilding (at least for me) is what higher power characters swear by

All my humans from urban areas (Twenari, Djek, Mashal, and we'll count Ivander) swear by "gods beyond." It's the most common exclamation and you'll even catch some non-humans using it nowadays.

Astra is the exception when it comes to humans. She's from an insular, rural area, so she talks a little different. You're not going to catch anyone else saying "gods a'mighty" except her.

Izjik usually goes for a simple "spirits." However, she doesn't usually swear by deities as much as the others, given her history. Best not to draw any more of their attention than necessary.

Sepo sometimes puts out a simple "gods," but more often, you'll see him sign "Great Anglerfish," which is the highest of siren gods. After his faith crisis, he quits that habit, though.

Skysheerians (Elsind and Avymere) go with a "bright gods." This is a bit of a holdover from the old Aderenon religion. The gods might not be worshipped any longer, but their linguistic marks are still there.

Nabafyrians (Nyda) don't swear by any gods, but by "glory" or, more commonly, "glory's hand." It's the highest power within their culture - with enough glory, anyone can be immortal.

Pash is also an odd duck. Fair Folk swear by their queen. "By the Queen," or "Queen's spire," are the most popular.

Anarac, being an Araunian, worships the sun and swears by its name. The Araunian word for god is actually sun - other cultures picked it up from them long ago to reference that big ball of fire in the sky, but lost the religious connotation.

Call this the Brandon Sanderson method lol

[annabelle--cane]

#nonafacts:

she loves everyone (not pash.)

she likes to swim and it greatly helps to regulate her emotions

she has tantrums with the force of a thousand suns

she has the lyctoral regeneration powers but no necromantic or combat abilities

she's illiterate

she is incredibly perceptive to body language to the point where it almost seems like telepathy to others

she can speak and understand any language by copying the way someone's mouth moves

she heard words in judith's screaming when no one else did

she dreams of being in water with gideon every night

she also (?) dreams of talking to god, and in those dreams god calls her harrowhark and refers to her like she's earth

she's very particular about her food

she's on first name terms with the resurrection beast

she thought she drew a made-up animal and ended up drawing what I think was meant to be an old-earth animal that almost no one nowadays knows existed

if her face is covered and her arms are restrained then she goes out like a light

she would like to marry camilla

she thinks a picture of two flowers is sexy but redheads are not

she told hot sauce a Secret

she definitely seems to have a spare consciousness knocking around in her

[kyouka-supremacy]

TIL this classic bsd illustration from a 2016 volume of PASH! Magazine is a reference to a painting made in 1894 by the American artist Cassius Marcellus Coolidge named Poker Game, part of a late 19 century trend (?) of paintings depicting Dogs Playing Poker