#maniac fanfiction

[spideyhexx]

"And he has this sick thought that if you were his, he’d understand that your body and the pleasure it could bring him and the pleasure he could give you is what would win him over"

This man is horny asf

he is, he is. (see this for what im building off of)

mdni

because he's a fucking virgin! He gets into bed every night and jacks off at random thoughts (of you, capitol!reader specifically for this).

and he hates himself for it! I bet he'd even think it's a waste of his own cum since it's not going in or on you. He'd shamefully clean himself up every night, telling himself he won't do it again. That he has to get over you, but he never keeps his own promise.

Coriolanus desperately wants to feel a pussy wrapped around his cock, a warm, wet mouth playing with him but obviously not just any pussy or mouth, he wants yours.

He especially, fantasizes about the look you'd give him when he fills your mouth with his seed. He'd watch from afar as you pout at Sejanus for probably some very innocent reason, but all he can think about is painting your face with his cum as you give him that adorable pout.

Would he try to seduce you? Yes, but much later on. It would be a last resort type of thing. Where he can't take his hand anymore and maybe he even finds some other capitol girl that resembles you just a little and that's who takes his virginity, but it's simply not right in his head.

He needs you and he's so sure of it.

let's chat about coryo, here :)

[twstbookclub]

Sharp Teeth, Tough Love

Summary: You caught Floyd's interest the moment fire and chaos erupted in the Mirror Chamber. One chance meeting gave you the nickname Shrimpy, and another left Floyd sinking deeper into the depths. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender-neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa🦋 Tags: Romance, Angst, No happy ending, sorry folks, Floyd Being Floyd, Slow Burn, Minor ADeuce and Grim Shenanigans again, Unrequited Feelings, Floyd's POV (I hope yall remember whose nickname belongs to who) Word Count: 3, 044 If yall needed to know, I wrote this on the same day I wrote the Riddle fic. My brain is spent on these two, and I couldn't be any happier. I wish I could end this another way, though. Poor terrifying and violent Floyd. One thing to note, it's really fascinating how he only calls someone by name if he really respected them. Also, if yall catch that reference to one of Floyd's lesson chats, I will love you forever. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy again 💕

Floyd could never forget the first time he saw you.

Your face was twisted into a flabbergasted frown, mingled with distress, confusion, and exasperation. The cat monster—he’ll call it Baby Seal since its tiny height and gray fur reminded him of one—ran amok and spewed fire everywhere. Kalim’s screams rang in the air, followed by Crowley’s indignant shouts. He watched the chaos unfold with intrigued eyes and a widening grin, revealing sharp teeth and a thirst for more wreckage.

Amidst the smoke that billowed and swirled in the Mirror Chamber, you stood in the middle of it. The harsh glow of the fire pierced Floyd’s eyes, but all he saw was your silhouette surrounded by dying embers and crackling flames. Just as his gaze landed on you, your head swiveled around to look back at him. As if some invisible force compelled you to find the eyes that burned into your figure.

He wanted to see you again.

The next time he saw you, you were with Baby Seal and those two freshmen in Heartslabyul: Crabby and Little Mackerel. Even Goldfish and Sea Bream were with you. The six of you lurked in the courtyard, as if trying to spy on something. Whatever you were doing, it caught his attention.

“Careful, Floyd,” Jade simpered after he followed his brother’s line of sight, “don’t scare the fish away.”

Of course, Jade already knew what Floyd was thinking with one look. There was a reason why they chose each other and survived the coldest, harshest waters.

“Yeah, yeah.” Floyd flippantly waved away Jade’s words with a languid grin, before he snuck on the group. It was laughable, how they didn’t notice his tall and gangly figure slink in front of them. The six students spoke in hushed whispers, too engrossed in their conversation to see the shadow that loomed over them. His eyes roamed each freshman, checking the fresh meat, but they lingered on you.

You looked so small, and he had to tilt his head down to see your eyes. Back then, during the entrance ceremony, you hunched over as if to curl into yourself. Small and weak and afraid.

Floyd’s lips stretched from one ear to the other. He’ll call you Shrimpy.

“Oh ho ho! What is up, Lil’ Goldfish?”

Goldfish jumped, sputtering and floundering like a fish caught by its prey. The rest showed varying degrees of surprise. Sea Bream’s smile became strained, and Floyd could see the junior sweat a little. Crabby flinched, while Little Mackerel took a step back with wide eyes. His fists were raised to his chest, and Floyd’s eyes narrowed at that.

Huh, one of them was ready for a fight. Interesting.

His attention shifted to you, wide eyes fluttering in disbelief. You craned your neck to look up at him with parted lips. As Floyd engaged Goldfish in a conversation more like interrogation, he felt like he was floating. It’s as if he could run around the track field without breaking a sweat from the look you gave him.

He wanted to see more of that. He wanted to see you more.

Your gaze drifted to Jade, and you froze. Floyd brushed it off as fear. That was how people usually reacted to them, anyway. It was nothing new. He focused on the conversation with Goldfish without sparing your reaction another thought.

One sunny day, a few days after that chance meeting, Floyd saw you in the courtyard again. You were with Baby Seal—he always was—along with Crabby and Little Mackerel. The latter two stood in front of you, who sat on the edge of the fountain. Baby Seal was standing next to you with this annoyed look. Meanwhile, the Leech brother was lounging on the grass. Alchemy class bored him, so he decided to skip and bathe in the sunlight on the courtyard.

None of them seemed to notice him. Floyd watched, still bored out of his mind. He was debating on whether to spook the group or otherwise, when he heard you laugh.

You tilted your head back, letting the sun illuminate the smile on your face. It was a toothy grin, one that crinkled your eyes and emphasized the chub of your cheeks. He barely saw the color of your irises, and your unrestrained laugh echoed in the desolate courtyard. You even snorted.

You tilted your head back so much that you tipped over and fell into the fountain with a loud splash. Floyd snickered, ignoring the warmth in his chest and the flutter of his heart. Howling laughter followed your fall. Crabby clutched his stomach and doubled over. Little Mackerel held back a smile as he flailed, unsure of how to help you, in front of the fountain. Baby Seal was laughing his ass off, belly flopping on the edge of the fountain.

He decided to stand from his spot and help you, since the entire thing entertained him. Although, when he stood tall and took a step towards the fountain, he paused. You were drenched in water, from the top of your head to the tip of your leather shoes. Locks of hair stuck to your forehead and cheeks. Your uniform clung to your skin, and it looked uncomfortable. Despite all that, your smile remained.

“You assholes!” You laughed with a loud wheeze, happy and carefree with that toothy and blinding grin. He could clearly hear you laugh and sputter, even with Crabby’s and Baby Seal’s loud snickers and laughter. As he watched Little Mackerel help you—and fail, because you slipped back into the fountain—a thought nagged at his mind. 

What should I do to make Shrimpy laugh like that again?

“Hey, Shrimpy!” Floyd chirped, grin too wide and sharp to be considered friendly. Little Mackerel and Crabby stepped back, as the sophomore grabbed your arm and tugged you out of the fountain. Your hand shot out to grip the edge, while you stood from the water.

“Need a lil’ help?”

“Oh merciful Seven—” Floyd pretended not to notice how your vocabulary changed in just a few months— “thanks, but how much did you see?”

The fact that you nonchalantly accepted his help, that you didn’t flinch from him, made Floyd’s heart do somersaults and cartwheels. The corners of his lips stretched towards his ears. He squeezed your arm and watched you step out of the fountain.

Water dripped from your uniform, and Floyd observed the droplets fall from your hair and fingertips. He briefly wondered what you’d look like if he dragged you into the sea. Would you be surprised? Would you scream?

Would you laugh and call him an asshole, like what you did earlier?

“What answer do you wanna hear, Shrimpy?” He teased, still grinning and holding your arm. For some reason, Floyd didn’t want to let go.

“The one that doesn’t embarrass me, thanks.” You chuckled, despite the other three freshmen being silent spectators of this interaction. As you thanked him again and flicked the water off your hands, Floyd couldn’t help but grin wider.

Another month passed. After that admittedly hilarious outburst from Azul, you became a regular at Mostro Lounge. You visited during the weekends, even if you were wary at first. You fell into a routine, just as fast as how you picked up on the lingo in Twisted Wonderland.

You walked in during the weekends and stayed for as long as an hour and thirty minutes. (Yes, Floyd kept count.) You’d talk to either Jade or himself, depending on whoever was waiting tables at the time. Azul passed by at times to make sure you were having a good time, obviously to maintain Mostro Lounge’s good reputation. After a few visits, Floyd began to monopolize your attention by literally taking over server duty during the days you visited.

Even if he had to subtly threaten Azul with profit loss via property destruction and sabotage.

“Hey Shrimpy,” Floyd drawled, sitting across from you in one of the booths. It was a slow day today, and all you ordered was a fruit shake. A history book was opened to some page Floyd didn’t care to know. Notes littered your table, and your penmanship occupied his attention a little.

That was, until he grew bored of the sounds of pen scratching paper and the clinking dishes in Mostro Lounge.

“Hm? Yeah, Floyd?” You asked, flipping a page and jotting down something on your notebook. The tall merman pouted, before he reached over and snapped your book shut. Before you could even react, he snatched it away and lifted it far from you.

“I’m boooored. C’mon, play with me!”

Floyd grinned when you stuttered and glared at him. Your reactions always amused him, moreso whenever you were irritated or angry. Something about the way your brows furrowed and your nose scrunched made him want to tease you more. When you began to flail your arms and make animated gestures, that was when he knew you were really fed up.

“You—” You sighed and stood up, trying to reach for the book. Floyd only lifted it higher, and he didn’t even need to stand up. The corner of his lips twitched, while he watched you struggle and stretch to snatch the book back.

“Floyd, give it back! Please? I promise I’ll—”

There was a reason why he always tried to annoy you. You’d always promise him something in the end: treat him to lunch, hang out with him in the Lounge, watch his basketball matches (even if you were there for Crabby, too). It was the only way he could spend time with you without outright asking for it.

Floyd wasn’t an idiot. He knew he liked you, and it all began with that incident involving the fountain. Even Jade pointed out the many times Floyd’s face lit up every time you were around. He couldn’t ignore how much his heart pitter-pattered every time he saw you. He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t grinning every time he caught sight of you. The way his name rolled off your tongue made him giddy enough to want to throw you over his shoulder and skip class with you.

If he had a choice, he’d drag you to the deepest parts of the sea and keep you to himself.

The book was plucked out of his hand, but your own hands were empty. You owlishly blinked, and so did Floyd. Both of you stilled, until another voice broke through the quiet hustle and bustle of the Lounge.

“It’s not nice to play with the food in front of you, Floyd.” Jade smiled, the kind he usually wore that fooled anyone into thinking he was the safer option between the two brothers. It was still funny to Floyd how everyone gravitated towards Jade, only to realize the jagged teeth behind that fake smile of his.

You took your book from Jade with an awkward smile. “Ah, thanks, even if you said something subtly backhanded…”

“It’s my pleasure, Prefect,” Jade answered, his smile never wavering in that moment. Careful hands gripped the book and slipped it off his gloved one.

Without missing a beat, you set the book aside and asked, “How are you then, Jade? You and Floyd are usually together, but I haven’t seen you in a while.”

The book remained shut, as if you weren’t trying to get it back from Floyd to study earlier. The lazy smile he had dropped into a thin line. His eyes drooped as he watched the conversation between you and his brother. On the other hand, Jade still wore that perfected smile of his with a hand over his heart.

“I’ve been doing fine. Thank you for asking.” Jade hummed before adding, “I found this lovely new specimen—another species of fungi—while on a hike recently. You were interested in mountain hiking and foraging, am I correct?”

“Oh, yeah.” You laughed, light like tinkling bells. It was a stark contrast to the boisterous laugh you usually had. Floyd’s chest tightened, and his hands clenched into fists under the table.

Letting your laughter die down, you continued with a smile, “Can I join you next time? If not that, you have terrariums, right? Can I see them some time?”

Your smile was small and practiced. Whenever you smiled, it was always toothy and the corners pushed your cheeks up. Now, it reminded Floyd of a prissy princess who had been sheltered all her life. You smiled like a noble that faced the aristocrats in hopes of a good impression. You smiled like the guests his parents had, trying to curry their favor, while he and Jade grew up.

You solely focused on his brother, as if Floyd wasn’t sitting right in front of you for the last hour. Your book and notes laid forgotten on the table. Condensed droplets began to drip from the glass, and the fruit shake was forgotten as well. Even when the edge of one of your transcripts became wet, you didn’t bother moving it away from the glass.

Floyd wasn’t an idiot. Of course, he wasn’t.

His eyes flitted towards the smile you had, softened with an emotion he didn’t want to see. Your own eyes appeared brighter, livelier than whenever you were with him. Even when you sat down, your body was angled towards Jade as you leaned on the table with crossed arms.

His mood soured in that instant, and the pitter-patter of his heart dulled into silence.

Floyd scowled, standing from the booth and shoving his hands in his pockets. You jumped a little, while Jade watched him with that carefully crafted smile. He didn’t bother explaining himself. Jade knew already, and he didn’t owe you anything. You’d only take this as Floyd sulking because his brother ruined his fun.

“Whatever,” he mumbled and trudged out of the restaurant with an air of annoyance. Everyone who happened to be in his way immediately skirted around the Leech brother. One wasn’t fast enough, and Floyd’s arm knocked the tray out of the poor student’s hands.

His scowl deepened. He loomed over the terrified boy with his jaw clenched and eyes glinting ominously. The aggravated tone rang clear in his voice when he threatened, “Watch it, or do you want me to squeeze ya, huh?”

The Heartslabyul student silently despaired about his lunch. He was too intimidated and afraid of Floyd to even squeak. The merman left Mostro Lounge with a scowl and his fists in his pockets, like a child throwing a tantrum. He didn’t bother looking over to see your reaction.

Floyd was growing irritated at the thought that you’d give all your attention to Jade. He’d rather not see you make goo-goo eyes at his own brother. He didn’t want to think too much of it. Maybe he’d find something to do; something to get rid of this itch in his chest and fists.

If he couldn’t, then Azul would just have to deal with Crowley later. He wasn’t going to sit in that cramped office and get lectured by a headmaster that preened over his and the academy’s reputation.

As Floyd stomped through the portal that led back to Night Raven College, his thoughts veered towards you and Jade. His mind conjured every memory he had of you: how you perked up every time you saw Jade; how you always asked about him, even if you thought you were subtle about it; how you subconsciously gravitated towards Jade every time he was there—

A pair of Pomefiore students skittered towards the wall as Floyd passed by. A shadow loomed over his scowling face, which accentuated the dips and curve of his mouth. His blood boiled, and his footfalls grew heavier with each step. If he went on like this, Floyd would dig potholes in the corridors with his feet alone.

He always saw your smile brighten and look dainty around Jade. Your laugh grew softer, restrained and freakishly refined. It was as if you deliberately controlled yourself to look more appealing to his brother. It was annoying Floyd more than it should.

He liked you, even when your body tipped back and doubled over from laughing so much. He liked you, even if your laugh sounded like a dying whale. He liked you, even when you snorted so hard that it hurt your nose. He liked you, even when you smacked him on the shoulder out of exasperation. He liked you so much that he was tempted to tickle you in front of Jade—just so he could hear your loud and carefree laugh again.

He wanted all of you, even if you were weak and frail and helpless. He just wanted you.

He already hated how cheesy he sounded, but his heart called out for you with each waking moment. The image of your smile overlapped with his memory of your laugh. Your name was scrawled in his mind, his heart, his lips, his very soul. Floyd already knew it was bad if he was being poetic, sappy, and romantic like Seagull.

So, why’d you like Jade? His brother could care less about you in that sense. Floyd was already annoyed that Jade moved things behind the scenes: making sure that you were alone with Floyd as much as possible. They were brothers, but none of them would ever admit that they cared for each other out loud. That didn’t stop people from thinking Jade was the more capable and reliable brother than Floyd, cunning and mischief aside.

Floyd was the one who helped you out whenever he could. He was the one who spent the most time with you in Mostro Lounge. He was the one who made a beeline towards you every time he saw even a glimpse of your head. He was the one who made you laugh and smile, especially whenever he noticed that you were down in the dumps.

He found himself in the courtyard, and his mood soured more at the sight of the fountain. The memory of you, laughing and sitting like a drenched duck in the water, overlapped with the image. Grumbling, he kicked a pebble off the path and clenched his jaw.

“Ah…” Floyd sighed and ran a hand through his hair, before ruffling the locks on the back of his head. His feet halted right in front of the fountain, with its clear and burbling water. Looking down at his reflection, he saw your face beside his—all smiles and eyes hiding behind your cheeks. His heart felt weird, as if being strangled by some invisible force that Floyd couldn’t punch nor squeeze.

He clicked his tongue and looked away from his reflection. With a frustrated groan, he mumbled to himself, “Why did it have to be Jade, Shrimpy? I’d fight tooth and nail for ya, but it’s Jade.”

With that, Floyd kicked the base of the fountain like a petulant child. A dull crack echoed in the desolate courtyard, before water gushed out of the broken stone. It spilled through the fissure, and Floyd took a step back to keep his shoes from getting drenched.

He frowned again and stalked off to find something else to occupy his time with. The afternoon sun showered the courtyard with a golden glow, which only reminded him of the time the sunlight illuminated your grinning face as you laughed.

“Why’d it have to be you, Prefect?” Floyd mumbled, shoulders sagging and foot kicking another pebble in the way. Maybe, in the near future, he’d get bored and forget about you. His heart wouldn’t do that weird pitter-patter, and his lips wouldn’t twitch into a grin with one look at you. His chest wouldn’t grow fuzzy and warm. He wouldn’t get the urge to run to where you were whenever he wanted to see you—which was every day, honestly.

Floyd hoped he would forget about you, but you were so difficult to forget. He’d never find someone else who captured his interest this much. He’d never find someone who looked so beautiful, even if the noises that left them were unattractive and childish. Even if their smile was too wide to be natural. Even if they were fascinated by him at first sight, rather than scared and intimidated.

No one else would be like you, but you just had to like his brother instead.

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

loving you brings only heartaches (T)

(art previews! full art is here at this post by @doodleswithangie on tumblr. i also used her alt text!)

It's been 62 years since Aziraphale and Crowley’s disagreement in St James’ Park, and the world has entered a new era of flapper girls and arbitrary Prohibitions. After attempting to finally get in contact with the angel again, Crowley finds out Aziraphale has been accused of murdering Mr Howard, Soho staple and owner of the Harmony Emporium a few doors down...in his very own bookshop. It’s up to Aziraphale and Crowley to solve this mystery, or else they might be next.

the @go-minisode-minibang's reverse bang fic is finally here!! i claimed this piece of BRILLIANT art by @doodleswithangie of fem aziraphale and crowley in the 1920s, and i turned it into a silly yet serious murder mystery. i will say, i loved working with this piece and agonizing over getting it right! i hope y’all enjoy it, and PLEASE go over and look at the full art both on ao3 and her tumblr post! i love it SM!!!! <3

also: @deerpines i promise i'd tag so i will :)

[leona-florianova]

drew a fanart for delightfully fucked up JTHM/I Feel Sick fanfiction ANCILLARY AUXILIARY written by @red-dye40

*sooo many trigger warnings

[softspeirs]

Steer Clear

A/N: Here we are, kids. This OC came to me out of nowhere. I had no plans to write anything for Ev Blakely, but once I started thinking about it, I couldn't stop. Meet Marie.

It was an innocuous request, in his mind. Hey, Fernandez. Run these messages to the Colonel on your way?

She had frozen in place, halfway down the tower steps at his words, and he recognized the look on her face. He's seen it a thousand times since he met her over a year ago.

"I'm pressed for time, Captain." She says. "I have to run these figures to the plotters--"

"You're on your way there anyway." He insists. He holds out a stack of messages. Weather reports, updated communications from nearby bases, messages about incoming ferries happening later that day.

She turns her back on him.

Heads right down the stairs like he hadn't even spoken, and leaves him standing there.

"For fuck's sake," he whispers to himself, and then he's taking off, hot on her heels.

She's like a wraith the way he catches only glimpses of her disappearing around corners, until finally she's in Ops, handing a message to Red at the maps before turning to pass on other messages, her steps quick and efficient.

The room is relatively quiet and he's sure he's not imagining the way people take one look at the two of them and pretty much clear out. They don't want to be stuck inside with them when the arguing inevitably starts.

He sighs. "Fernandez-- can you just wait a minute?"

"Not really, no."

The thing about an impending promotion is that he's starting to understand why Jack hates being Air Exec. He hates being stuck inside, or in the tower, or elsewhere on the base while others are doing the flying. He understands his role. He'll do it and he'll do a damned good job of it, but that doesn't mean he likes it.

Especially because it means he's in close contact with the Ops staff, who are all, except for Marie Fernandez, willing to work with him.

"Do we have a problem?" He blurts, because he already knows they do. The first day he met her she looked at him with.... nothing. She wasn't rude or anything, but he felt like he could have been any other suit standing in front of her, and it hit him in the gut like he didn't expect. "I'm not giving you orders, I just asked if you'd do me a favor." He's aware his tone is hardening. He's trying not to let it happen, but she's just staring at him in that way she does.

"I don't work for you," she points out, tone perfectly neutral, but something about it just grates. He opens his mouth to respond, but she beats him to it. "I work for the Colonel, and he's the one who gives me orders."

His hands go to his hips and he looks down at the ground, clenching his jaw as he fights his temper. "We're working together, Fernandez. All of us." He leans in, "Unless you forgot."

Her eyes narrow. "Because I couldn't possibly feel the same patriotism that you do, could I?" She pretends to think, finger tapping he chin. "I forgot that the only way to fight from the air is in the seat. Us pencil pushers don't count." Her eyes are blazing, a few tendrils of her dark hair escaping from their pins after hours and hours of work.

"You weren't supposed to hear that." He mutters. Not a good excuse, but he can't help but bite back at her. She gets under his skin - he needs to have the last word. It's a matter of pride, is what he tells himself.

"Then don't gossip where everyone can hear you, Captain." She raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Now. Is there something I can help you with? Because if not, then we're busy."

He takes a deep breath, tries to lower his voice. "I'm just asking if you would be willing to take messages when you're on your way anyway--"

"-- And I told you I don't have time. I know you think I don't do anything but sit around and twirl my hair all day--"

"That's not what I think."

"Can I--" Harry Crosby's head appears around the doorframe of his office.

"Not now, Croz--"

"Shut up Harry--"

They both snap at him in unison, and he holds his hands up in surrender and backs into his office. He's been the third wheel of too many arguments between Fernandez and Blakely over the last few months, and he has no desire to get in the middle of another one, even though he's desperate for a few minutes of quiet.

The sudden quiet between them is tense and for a moment -- he doesn't even think she's aware she does it - the wall around Marie Fernandez comes down. Her face is open, vulnerable. She looks exhausted, just like the rest of them.

She takes a deep breath, settles her shoulders, and squares to face him again, and he's suddenly breathless. She is unbearably lovely. Especially when she's yelling at him. And his heart is pounding, and she's saying something but he can't hear her and--

"Well?" She snaps.

"I-- what?"

"I said, the next time you need something from Ops, send one of the other girls. There's no need for us to keep disturbing everyone else." Her voice is quieter than it was a few minutes ago and he hates it. The fight's gone out of her eyes too, and for a crazed half-second, he wants to reach for her.

To do what, he has no idea, but suddenly he feels out of control, like he has no idea how to speak or move or--

She brushes past him. The door slams behind her as she goes back to her office, just outside the Colonel's.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as the quiet of the room settles over him. He knows this has to get sorted. They can't keep fighting like this, not with the invasion so close on the horizon, not when the communication between Ops and the tower is so important.

They need to trust each other, and he needs to keep his big mouth shut and stop taking his frustrations out on her.

He knows all this, but there's a part of him that's itching for a fight, and she's always willing to give it. Perhaps it's the masochistic part of him that came back from Bremen, knowing everything had gone to shit and convinced that it always would.

Harry comes out of his office again, hands in his pockets.

"Don't say it--"

"You can't keep doing that." He says, serious.

"She started it--"

"She's just doing her job, doing what she's supposed to do."

"I asked for a favor! That's all! Goddamn, you'd think I'm asking for her to get in the goddamn seat and drop a bomb on Hitler's house."

Crosby frowns. "Look, I just-- you let her get to you, and I don't know why, but you're driving everyone crazy. We're all tired but this is too important."

He opens his mouth to argue that Harry Crosby of all people shouldn't be lecturing him about being tired, but he bites his tongue. The door behind him opens again, and he looks over his shoulder, expecting her to storm back in and demand he apologize to her, but it's Douglass.

"Fightin' with Marie again?" He asks, casually, leaning against the wall as he bites down on an apple.

"Jesus Christ." Ev mutters.

"I'm just asking because the two of you really know how to clear a room."

"I'm going to go now. Don't you two have anything better to do?"

"Besides bother you? Not really."

"Thanks, Dougie."

Douglass follows him out the door, calling after him, "Just let us know when you're finally going to do something about it so we can steer clear, alright?"

Blakely flips him the finger over his shoulder and walks back to the tower, his gut roiling for reasons he doesn't want to examine. No, he'll steer clear of her from now on. It's best for everyone.

[skullfragments]

Grumpy Red and the Meta-Wolf Ch. 2!

more fairy tale good omens!!!!!

i had the absolute joy of making artwork for @heretic1103 's Little Red Riding Hood inspired story for the GO Fairy Tale Bang! it is a HOOT!! the first 2 chapters are up which means i can share the first piece i did!

Introducing: Aziraphale, the werewolf hunter!

if you like silly shenanigans in your fairy tales (and in your good omens!) i promise you will enjoy this delight of a story! AND!! there's more art to come!!! :D

[deathwhoregutfucker]

Maniac and Blasphemer from Mayhem

being gay with each other

[sapphire-to-the-rain]

happy WIP wednesday ,,,,,

She eventually spots the exact shade of yellow she wants, and naturally it’s on a shelf too high for her to reach. “Jane!”

Jane turns and sees her pointing upward with an exaggeratedly pouty lower lip. Immediately, that contagious smirk is back. “Oh, you poor thing. Whatever are you going to do?”

Nymphia lets her head fall all the way back, a visual aid to her dramatic helplessness. “Ugh. Help me, please?” she groans, and she probably doesn’t even have to add the ‘please’ because Jane is walking over before she’s even finished her sentence.

“This one?” Jane checks before she grabs one. Nymphia nods quickly, the loose pieces of hair framing her face bouncing.

Jane hands her the yarn, which she hugs to her chest with a squeal, and it’s out of her mouth before she can take it back, before she can even consider not saying it.

“Thank you! I love you.”

…Oh.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 28 - Use

@rosekillermicrofic September 28, word count 515

Previous part First Jegulus part

Apparently, Sirius’s idea of a lift was to give Evan the only available seat in Remus’s car and Barty a seat in the sidecar of his motorbike. Barty had been quite excited when he saw it. He’d always loved the thrill of motorbikes. These feelings were short-lived after Sirius kicked the engine into life and sped off. 

The bike purred beneath Sirius’s touch and responded beautifully, but the maniac was zipping through the traffic as if he were on a clear country road. Barty’s fingers were white from how hard he was holding onto the sidecar. Barty felt the sidecar leave the road as Sirius took a turn too fast. He was going to be sick. Why the hell did the Potters have to live so far away?!

Finally, after what felt like hours, Sirius turned into Effie and Monty’s driveway. Barty stumbled when he clambered out of the sidecar as quickly as he could, lest Sirius try to set off again. 

“You absolute nutter!” Barty yelled at him. “You nearly killed us so many times!” His heart was hammering in his chest. Even his driving wasn't that bad. Sirius just grinned as he took his helmet off and ruffled up his hair.

“Sorry, I can get a bit carried away when I’m riding,” He offered by way of apology. Barty contemplated running him over with his own bike when the front door opened, revealing Effie in an apron adorned with pictures of her family. 

“Darlings, you made it. Oh, dear did Sirius show off a bit?” She asked when she took in Barty’s green face. “I thought you had a van, darling?” Effie walked out the door and took Barty’s arm to help him into the house. 

“I did, I had to scrap it as it was falling apart. It’s probably going to be a few weeks before I can find anything decent in my price range,” he was feeling better being close to Effie’s warmth and away from Sirius and his deathtrap. 

“Well, I have my old van,” Effie began to steer him away from the door and instead headed to the garages. “I much prefer my 500, so if it’s of any use to you, it’s yours,” Effie told him as she opened the garage door with her beeper. 

The door rolled up to reveal the most beautiful, shiny, black van Barty had ever seen. He could have cried. 

“Effie, I can’t accept this. It must be worth a small fortune,” He stared longingly at the van. 

“Oh, pish posh. If you want it, it’s yours,” She planted a kiss on his fringe and tossed the keys at him. “Have a look at it and see what you think, I need to get back to my spuds,” She winked at him and wandered back into the house through the side door. Barty looked down at the keys in his hand and pressed the unlock button. The garage was filled with orange flashing lights and the sound of the doors unlocking. A wide smile spread across Barty’s face. Effie Potter was a treasure. 

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[thepunkmuppet]

shows with episodes that are literally just gay fluff fics are my favourite

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

Game Over: Insert Coin? (T) (WIP)

currently on: chapter 6/16 (24k)

tags and warnings: AU - human, AU - canon divergence, reincarnation, canon rewrite, comedy, angst, slow burn, existentialism, religious imagery & symbolism, aziraphale & crowley through the ages, florist crowley, trans crowley, trans aziraphale, bookshop owner aziraphale, temporary character death(s), fire, heavy drinking, non-graphic violence, mild blood

For thousands upon millions of years, the angel Aziraphale and the demon Crowley have been locked in a perpetual dance of Above, Below, and everything in between. Though they kept their secrets well, it didn't last forever, ending in inferno and regret. But whether it be God or something all the more ineffable, they were spared from total destruction. Instead, they were thrown into a whole new dance routine, resulting into three and a half centuries of human lifetimes lived, the clock ticking down until Armageddon meant to be upon the Earth, and them being none of the wiser. But, unfortunately or not, the opportunity to change that arises one day: in the form of a baby Antichrist, a flower shop, and a phone number. If they're lucky, maybe they’ll have a chance just yet.

NEW WIP! SURPRISE! this is being written for the @fairytalegobang, which i have been working on for a Very Long Time (nine months at this point, i think?!) i'm collaborating with @justjaymi, who was a gem to work with as they made a lot of art that is just!! yeah!! you'll be seeing many art pieces from them in the coming days. here's the ao3 link if you missed it, and i can't wait for them to show off the art they've been toiling away for so long as these chapters arrive <3 (and my own writing too, lol)

updates every friday (restarting in november because of stress 😮‍💨😔)! :)

[vigarioamelia]

so i have been working on this fanfic which is basically:

instead of p being 'uh okay whatever i guess' when red fox (claudia) and black cat (lucio) tell him to just move forward without them during the malum district exploration, p insists on bringing them to the hotel and all of that.

it's 10k fucking words so far and i was definitely NOT planning on putting so much into it but i have so many headcanons and i really want to explore these characters... not only P himself, but Red Fox, Black Cat, the hotel crew and of course the Black Rabbit Brotherhood

so if anyone reads this would you mind giving your opinion on whether i should write a fic one-shot focusing on each (as in, a one-shot dedicated to what could red fox and black cat's relationship with P be, another one-shot with the Black Rabbit Brotherhood etc etc etc) or idk make every single one part of the same work with separate chapters?

all the one-shots would be part of a series btw

ALSO I HAVE AN IDEA FOR A ROMEO STORY AS WELL SO... big brain moment

[youraveragemiscellanyenjoyer]

Yall ever get an idea for a fanfic and just. grin in a comically evil manner.

[traumatizedartist]

*insert evil Uzi giggles* Here you go my khori feinds hehhehehe-

@emophobix @abandonedpost enjoy my platonic loves

Ps, I wrote this in Noris POV

Another day another follow fest. I thought as my husband, once again, followed me out of my art studio and into our bedroom. Ok, this is getting concerning, he's been following me like a lost puppy for the past three months, I'm getting worried.

"Khan? " " Yes dear? " "We need to talk and we need to talk now." "Oh uh, ok! "

Me and Khan sat on the bed. I have to get this right, I have to be gentle and calm, I have to-"Khan why have you been following me? " "Uh-" "Not that I mind I'm just getting worried yknow? I'm just concerned that maybe you're becoming a bit too dependent on me and we can't have that now can we? " "...I guess not." "So what's wrong? " I ask, finished with my ramble. "I- I'm fine hun, I've just missed you is all. " Oh hell no, we're not doing that. "Nope! I'm not accepting that answer, clearly theres something wrong, why won't you tell me? " "I-i" "Cmon Khan you know you can talk to me, why won't you? " "Nori I cant-" "Yes you can! Just tell me! Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? " "What? No! Of course not! " "Then why can't you just tell me what's wrong?! " "I JUST CAN'T OK?! I-i, i just... can't" I watch as my hunk of a man breaks into tears while apologizing porfusely

I'm shocked into silence, I just made the love of my life cry. I feel awful

"No no no no no, don't cry please it's ok! I'm so sorry I yelled at you i-" He still isn't stopping, if anything, he's just crying even more. Which made me realize that he needs this cry, desperately.

I hug him tightly, and he returns it, holding me like if he loosens his hold, I'll slip away. As I whisper sweet nothings into his ear(or whatever kind of hearing sensors we're supposed to have) I send Uzi a text saying to go to N's today, that me and her father are spending some quality time together. After I get a response, I go back to Khan, whom, at this point, is unintelligible from any understandable words.

"I love you Khan, you can follow me for as long as you need, if it makes you feel like I'm here, I don't mind mi amor❤" I can barely make out an I love you to inbetween his sobs, but I hear it. And it's all I need to start tearing up myself. Crying now is an awful thing to do, but i can't help it. I let silent tears slip as Khan cries himself to exhaustion, we still need to talk, but we can when he's ready. Right now all he needs is comfort

Honestly I don't really enjoy how this turned out as much as I would like, but it still turned out better that I thought, still don't like it tho

Might just be insecurity lol

@electronix-arts I forgot you're main account @ I'm (｡ŏ_ŏ)ˢᵒʳʳʸ

[opuswrites]

i bet phantom ghoul was so amused by the bats the last ritual.

backstage everyone was just getting on with their things to get ready to perform but mountain could barely move bc bats were all over him since he's like nature and all i guess

and ant is just watching him with big eyes, VIBRATING with excitement.

he sticks to mountain for the rest of the day, even when they're out of there and on the bus and should be sleeping in the hotel they're staying at.

of course, he's too shy to ask the most important question, but mountain knows it already so he just asks phantom instead.

"do you wanna tame some when we get back home?"

phantom beams at him. he's in a good mood for the rest of the tour.

when they get home, mountain helps phantom tame some bats and now, ant walks the ministry's halls with one or two or all five of his bats clinging to him or flying after/around him.

he looks like a proud dog owner. babies them so much.

omega and aether (maybe dracopia..) teach him a very hard and special transformation spell and phantom learns how to turn into a bat for a short period of time. and flies around with his bats and hunts with them sometimes.