#my two husbands and my two wives

[virtualsuitmoon]

i just know that aziraphale in the 60's was part of that circle of housewives that were losing it over spirk, i just fucking know it

[jude-shotto]

🌟1920s Ineffable Wives🌟

which version do you like better?

process video🍉

[sentientsky]

omg yeah i’d love to hang out! unfortunately these are my thinking about good omens hours! yeah all of them. mmhm every single hour. no breaks. for the foreseeable future. yeah.

[jula483]

Dan and Phil yesterday:

Rhett and Link today:

[skippindotts]

ITS FINALLY DONE IM GONNA COLLAPSE

[bdoodle13]

If I were to marry any Disney villain, it would be these two😍🥰 💍

[nikkodikko]

Some very fancy ladies

I'm studying victorian fashion for a commission and what better use for my knowledge than to draw the ineffable wives in 1820's attire

Regency fashion my beloved nothing beats a really high waisted dress and some puffy sleeves

[vellichorom]

god bless selfshippers or yumeshippers or whatever you like you make me very happy to be alive with you

[mandiemegatron]

Me 🤝 @shanalikeanna 🤝 @doffyslittledove

Dancing around Doffy in a circle holding haaaands

[hazel-sage]

Hello! For the WIP ask game, please can I have snippets from 15, 18 and 59 (I know, greedy, BUT!!!)

Be as greedy as you like! I love to scream about WIPs :P I've got your snippets right here, some longer than others:

15. This is outlined and the very beginning is written, I just need to do it! I promised the sequel ages ago and I feel bad, but it is absolutely going to make it out eventually!

Aziraphale hadn’t quite been able to make good on his wish for the two of them to knot each other back and forth throughout the heat, though it certainly wasn’t because Crowley didn’t like the knotting cock ring. On the contrary, Crowley liked it a little too much. The poor dear had become so overwhelmed by the feel of Aziraphale filling him so completely, plugging him full, locking them together the other way around, that he’d nearly passed out the first time. Aziraphale had been a little afraid he’d broken his new mate, so the toy had only been used a couple of other times. Crowley had handled the subsequent attempts with only slightly more grace. But they still hadn’t touched their other new toy yet and, God, Aziraphale wanted. He wanted the best of both worlds, to be split open on his mate’s cock, trapping him within him, while also stuffing him full, making him take it, making him beg for more pleasure. To fill and be filled simultaneously, what a way to spend the last few sessions of his heat! Crowley’s cock twitched against Aziraphale’s thigh as he took a deep breath. Aziraphale couldn’t help the way his own citrus scent swirled in the air in response. He’d never get enough of Crowley’s desire.

18. Much less fleshed out, but here’s a little snippet!

Heats sucked, sometimes even when Crowley did have a partner. And taking care of Aziraphale during her heats sometimes sucked too, especially before they’d gotten together and she’d watched from afar as their omega friends comforted her and helped her through them, while she had to stay away, knowing that before they’d acknowledged their feelings, it had only hurt them to be together during those times. So obviously, their heat cycles synching up set them up for unmitigated disasters. Said omega friends helped keep the house in order, give them food and water and attention when they weren’t overtaken by their more urgent carnal needs, but it was still frustrating to have both members of the household knocked out of commission. And when both parties were rabid for a cock in the cunt, yet neither of them had their own cock to offer, things got maddening quickly. Except… Except, “Aziraphale!” She gasped as the partially deflated knot of a dildo popped into her cunt. “Keep it still, dear,” the other woman grunted, already squirming on the other head on her end of it. “Let me get my fill too, then we can lock for as long as we please.”

59.  A more sinister part of Crowley’s backstory:

Another bigwig’s house and another fundraising party for Lucifer’s… associates. Another expensive gown and precarious heels and sparkling jewelry that still felt disproportionately heavy on her ears and neck for such delicate pieces. It was exciting, to be playing the trophy wife for such a charismatic man, such an important man, but she still hadn’t entirely gotten used to the role. “Now remember, Antonia,” a smooth voice came from beside her as the engine turned off, “if anyone asks, how old are you?” “Eighteen,” she replied dutifully, feeling her cheeks warm a little with pleasure at the soft smile she saw when she turned to look at him. Still, she couldn’t entirely help pushing a little. “Why lie though? Does it really matter that much?” “Oh, darling,” he said, reaching over to tuck a strand of copper hair behind her ear, “it’s just because they don’t understand us! They don’t understand what we have together – they get stuck on silly things like ages. It doesn’t matter how young you are, you know how much I love you, right?” She nodded. “And you don’t care how old I am, do you?” She shook her head. “That’s right,” Lucifer said, satisfied, his voice a seductive purr that had her shivering. “And that’s why it doesn’t matter if we lie to them, avoid any awkward conversations, yes?” She nodded, accepting a small peck before slipping out of the car to drape herself on his arm as he’d coached her to do. Besides, she thought to herself as they walked through the lavish front doors, where she’d surely spend the night sipping champagne, dodging distasteful cradlerobber jokes, and sticking close to Lucifer whenever he wasn’t doing business so that none of his sleazier colleagues could hit on her, it wasn’t that much of a lie. She’d be eighteen in a little under a year and a half, and she’d had enough hardship piled on her by her shitty parents to add at least another five years to her maturity. And with the makeup and the fancy clothes, she could absolutely convince the strangers around her of it too. Her heart warmed, snuggling in closer to her boyfriend, taking comfort in the steadiness of his arm under her. Their secret, she liked the idea of that. Four years later, she'd look back on those parties and wish that someone had taught her younger self what a red flag was.

Plus a little joke to make me giggle after the melancholy above, just stream of consciousness paragraph for now :P (A proper insight in how most of my fics actually start in my docs tbh)

Crowley’s complaining and then talking about messing with Aziraphale somehow and Anathema’s like, “You’re pulling her pigtails,” and Crowley says, “Of course I’m pulling her pigtails, have you fucking seen them?” and when Anathema starts laughing at her, she complains more like, “Don’t laugh at me, I’m in distress!” and then maybe Anathema just snorts and says that she’s acting like a child because the pretty girl isn’t giving her enough attention and Crowley actually pouts at her

And @arabellatheauthor, I know the last fic is tangential to your interests, so here's a tag :P

[mysterygothmoth]

Happy Valentine's Day ya gays

[sentientsky]

Anne Carson // unknown (pls lmk) // also unknown (I’m so sorry)

thinking ab the Starmaker again,,, (this is your fault, @actual-changeling)

[dyketriarch]

✨manifesting an artsy generous sugar mommy ✨

[bookshopbentley]

if you go back and look at The Scene in e6 , when crowley says “ you idiot , we could have been us “ aziraphale turns away from him . now , i have an evaluation for this ( because of course i do ) . aziraphale physically turns away from crowley twice that we see ( i’m pretty sure ) . once , by the duck pond when crowley requests the holy water . and the second time in the bentley when aziraphale told crowley he goes too fast . so i think the subtlety of aziraphale turning away a third time is a BIG prompter for crowley to kiss him in the first place . because he’s seen this film before ( and he didn’t like the ending ) . maybe , just maybe if he actually does something this time things could be different .

[decembersflowerchild]

I can’t draw, but if I could, I’d draw fem Aziraphale and fem Crowley dressed as Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog because I think they would serve.

[talesfrommedinastation]

“The constant mention of my genitals is starting to concern me, Captain Saavedra,” Tech smarted back as he put his data pad down, his hands on his chair, and leaned right back into Toivo’s face, “It almost seems as if you have been thinking about them since you walked into my office.”

-Tech, 'Of Void and Chaos, Part 6' To Guard Against Titans

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The ultimate weapon against Toxic Masculinity is Neurodiverse Honesty. Brag all you want, you won't impress the unimpressed.

And Officer Goggles here absolutely knocks it out of the park in this chapter. Seriously, if you need Tech annihilating arrogant jerks verbally, strap in.

Oh, lest I forget, the blond jackass to the right?

Meet Commander Toivo Saavedra, patriotic Belter, smuggler, womanizer, OPA terrorist, pilot, and Overall Asshole. He's going to be a thorn in the side of both the Rocinante crew and Clone Force 99.

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