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[mythous]

❝ there’s a whole lot you’re not telling me. ❞ @ofeden ▸ nikolas petran // memes. // always accepting

THAT  EARNS  HIM  A  LAUGH    ——one  so  loud  it  almost  startles  max.   and  she  doesn’t  mean  to  laugh  at  him,  not  really,  it’s  just  such a  ridiculous  thing  to  come  out  of  his  mouth.  she’d  be  willing  to  bet  that  the  amount  of  truth  she  actually  knows  about  nikolas  petran  could  barely  fit  into  a  thimble,  but  here  he  is  questioning  the  things  she’s  been  withholding  from  him. 

                  ❝  is  that  where  we’re  at  now  ?  ❞    a  hum  of  contemplation,   and  she’s  giving  him  a  coy  look  —  like  maybe  this  is  just  a  tease  between  the  two  of  them,  one  of  those  things  that’ll  either  turn  into  more  laughter  or  something  else  that  would  take  her  breath  away.   

max  shakes  her  head  like  she  can  clear  it  of  thoughts  like  that.   ❝  are  we  becoming  people  who  tell  each  other  things  ?  ❞    and  maybe  there’s  something  bitter  about  the  edge  to  her  tone  —  maybe  despite  every  warning  she’d  ever  received  about  getting  tangled  up  with  this  man,  she’d  fallen  into  it  too easily.  it  doesn’t  mean  she’d  ever  expect  him  to  be  the  confiding  type   —   and  so,  why  should  she?   

                    ❝  i  bet  there’s  loads  of  stuff  you  haven’t  told  me.  ❞    one  brow  arches  up  as  if  to  challenge  him  to  disagree.  he  won’t,  she  knows   —   not  just  because  of  his  reputation,   but  because  everyone  has  some  secrets,  or  even  little  insignificant  details  they  don’t  share.  still,  there’s  a  bit  of  mischief  at  play,  here,  and  max  is  feeling  like  riding  the  wave  of  it.    ❝  i’ll  trade  you  —   ❞    and  maybe  the  idea  is  stupid,  childish,  the  kind  of  thing  in  which  teenagers  at  parties  indulge  as  an  excuse  to  drink  too  much  and  make  too  many  mistakes.  but  then,  if  she’s  already  made  the  mistakes,  what’s  wrong  with  playing  the  games  after  the  fact?   ❝  —   secret  for  a  secret  ?  ❞

[hellsurvivr]

NARI ( @ofeden ) sent ❛ 💬 ❜ : 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 ( accepting !! )

          ❛   sorry, it's just that i get very nervous when someone else is driving.   ❜  

[freakinbads]

@ofeden

"I'm used to it being quiet about this time." The tea shop owner shrugs. "Consider it a nice blessing. What can I get for you?"

[deadplagued]

continued from here. / @ofeden

"Well, ain't you a piece of work," Negan chuckled, his gravelly voice laced with a mixture of amusement and something else he doesn't quite got a name for. Admiration, maybe. "You've got that fire in your eyes, pup."

"You're right, I do care about the mark I'm gonna leave, but not because I'm lookin' to be some kind of hero or even want a legacy. I wanna be remembered 'cause I kept mine alive, even if it meant makin' some tough choices that many don't agree with. People don't complain when you do all the heavy liftin' I learned. Nothing really matters after we die, after all."

Negan's gaze darkened some as he sighed, "You see, Taehwan, it's not about standin' on top or claimin' rights you ain't got business fightin' for. It's about adaptin', survivin', and protectin' the people you care about. And if that means breakin' a few eggs along the way, well, that's the world we're in now."

Negan straightened up, his expression shifting from amusement to a more serious tone. "Don't mistake my willingness to do whatever it takes for anything other than it is. I've seen things you wouldn't believe, and I've done things that'd make your head spin. If you wanna make it in this world, you better start learnin' how to make those tough calls too, 'cause trust me, they're gonna keep comin'."

[manneatcrarc]

@ofeden | lyric starter call | accepting nfwmb by hozier

"it must've caught a good look at you."

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

vasilissa rolled her shoulders back, aching from use and a few too many nights sleeping unlavishly on stone, grass and first army cots. she wasn't sure where any of them stood any more. they'd been beaten back and beaten back again until they'd been forced into fjerda, out of ravka entirely. out of their homes and into enemy territory. what kind of justice for grisha was that?

she stood, dusting off her hands on her thighs. "if we sit around, someone is bound to come looking for us. best not to be here when they do." they needed to talk strategy, survival tactics and probably get some food as well. energy expended made her feel alive, but the hunger was kicking in. "let's walk and talk, find an inn maybe where we can get something to eat." there had to be some town around here in this emptiness.

REPLY to @ofeden / dominik koslov *

[mythous]

THE  STING  OF  LUCA’S  WORDS  DOESN’T  EXACTLY  SURPRISE  DILLON   ——he’s  used  to  luca  being  forward,  almost  brutally  honest,  but  there’s  something  about  the  directness now  that  catches  him  off  guard.   his  heart  pounds  rapidly  against  his  ribs,   nerves  pressing  it  harder  with  every  thump  that  it  threatens  to  take  his  breath.

         ❝  it's  not  that  i  don't  see  it,  ❞    he  says,  voice  a  bit  rough,   as  he  meets  luca's  gaze  with  an  intensity  born  of  years  of  unspoken  feelings  and  not - so - buried - insecurities.    ❝  it's  just  —  it's  hard  to  believe  sometimes,  you  know  ?  ❞    that  someone  like  her  could  actually  want  him  when  someone  like  luca  is  right  there.  what  he  doesn’t  say  —   what  he  figures  luca  already  knows  considering  the  way  he  somehow  sees  right  into  dillon’s  soul  —   is  that  it’s  hard  not  to  feel  like  the  consolation  prize  sometimes.     

eyes  drop  to  the  floor,   like  he  can  collect  his  thoughts  down  there  before  crawling  back  up  to  luca’s  gaze,   or  maybe  he  can  just  fit  himself  under  the  carpet  and  be  forgotten.  

         ❝  if  you're  serious,  if  you  really  think  she  could  want  us  both  —  ❞  if  you  could  want  us  both,   he  bites  back  before  it  can  escape,   because  it  sounds  stupid  even  in  his  head  —   hadn’t  luca  already  had  them  both  anyway,   and  nothing  had  changed,  other  than  dillon’s  own  stupid  feelings  making  him  doubt.   

a  sigh,  and  he  feels  a  little  like  he’s  going  out  of  his  mind  now,   the  possibility  mixing  the  fear  and  excitement  together,  making  him  feel  flushed  and  flustered.  he  clears  his  throat,   needing  to  get  these  thoughts  out  into  the  open.    ❝  and  i  mean  really  want  that,  not  just  putting  up  with  me  because  she  thinks  she  has  to  —   ❞     he  hears  it  as  he  says  the  words,   the  ridiculousness  of  them.  elle  doesn’t  do  anything  she  doesn’t  want  to,   dillon  knows  that.    humiliation  warms  his  cheeks  (  though  maybe  some  of  that  is  from  something  else  )  when  he  finally  looks  up  again.     ❝  —  shit,  i  don’t  know,   i'm  not  against  that  —  you  know  i’m  not.  ❞     his  voice  softens,  a  tentative  smile  playing  at  the  edges  of  his  lips.   more  like  enthusiastically  for  it.     

               ❝  it’s  just  —   it’s  scary  as  hell  to  think  about,  i  mean,  what  if  i  fuck  it  up ?  ❞   i  can’t  lose  you,   he  thinks,  and  the  thought  douses  some  of  that  rising  heat,  i  can’t  lose  either  of  you.  // @ofeden

WHAT  LUCA  UNDERSTANDS  ,  AND  WHAT  HE  EMPATHIZES  WITH  rarely  go  hand  in  hand  .  if  anything  ,  they  are  laced  through  a  sharp  fist  aimed  straight  for  the  throat  of  whoever  would  dare  put  him  in  this  kind  of  position  (  god  ,  he’s  so  much  like  his  father  )  .  still  ,  he  does  understand  dillon’s  words  ,  even  empathizes  with  them  as  anyone  would  be  blind  and  dumb  to  not  look  at  elle  and  want  her  just  as  much  as  he  did  –  and  apparently  dillon  as  well  .  of  course  ,  none  of  this  was  news  to  him  ,  just  like  it  wouldn’t  be  news  if  he  walked  right  into  the  bedroom  and  asked  elle  her  feelings  for  dillon  .  often  ,  he’ll  ask  the  question  while  already  knowing  the  answer  and  this  situation  is  one  in  the  same  . ❛      well  ,  you  would  be  an  idiot  not  to  .    ❜  tone  even  ,  luca  takes  a  step  closer  to  dillon  and  takes  a  moment  to  glance  towards  the  door  leading  to  his  bedroom  ,  then  back  to  him  again  .  his  feelings  for  dillon  had  never  gone  ignored  ,  they  weren’t  shoved  in  the  back  of  some  closet  of  skeletons  waiting  for  the  day  to  become  overflowing  with  consequences  of  his  actions  ,  so  why  would  that  suddenly  change  ?   it’s  not  as  if  elle  was  an  obstacle  between  them  ,  and  contrary  to  the  type  of  man  he  allows  himself  to  be  perceived  ,  he’s  not  the  kind  of  monster  to  make  her  choose  between  them  .  life  wasn’t  like  some  rotten  teen  romance  novel  ,  and  if  they  could  both  have  their  cake  and  eat  it  too  –  then  why  starve  themselves  for  the  sake  of  avoiding  questions  needing  to  be  asked  ?  ❛    thing  is,  dillon  —  maybe  you  don’t  see  it  ,  but  i  do  .  the  way  she  looks  at  you  ,  whatever  the  two  of  you  do  in  your  free  time  ,  i’m  not  a  fool  ,  and  instead  of  fighting  choices  ,  what’s  so  terrible  about  having  both  ?  we  know  where  we  stand  ,  that  doesn’t  magically  disappear  because  you  and  elle  are  in  similar  footing  .  so  yes  ,  i  would  much  rather  be  fucking  you  ,  than  fucking  with  you  .        ❜  another  step  is  taken  ,  head  tilted  to  the  side  ,  ❛    is  that  clear  enough  for  you  ,  or  should  i  put  it  on  a  billboard  ?        ❜ @mythous

[queercomposerkarlsson]

This is by far my longest piece of 2023! The piece is inspired by the famous painting "The Garden of Eartly Delights" by Hieronymus Bosch.

It begins with the exterior which depicts the third day of creation in the Bible. When opened, the piece follows the panels from left to right.

The first panel takes place in paradise, where God presents Eve to Adam in a pristine landscape, meanwhile some weird-looking creatures roam the land.

On the second panel, the Fall of man has taken place, and all the people take part in lustfull activities with each other and animals, both natural and mythological.

The third panel - The Hell - is the result of humanity´s sinful behaviour. The city is burning, the river is frozen and naked souls are tortured by grotesque demons.

[cottagecore-raccoon]

Cozy ask game 8:

Fave comfort fics, bc I need new fics to read

Oh I love recommending fics! (Fair warning, I read almost exclusively Good Omens fanfics, so I hope that's up your alley :) )

Any Way You Want It by Justkeeptrekkin (27k)

Saving the world is exhausting work. With Heaven and Hell off their backs, it seems as good a time as any for Crowley and Aziraphale to take a proper break. Neither one of them predicts the direction their holiday takes. Who'd have thought that sharing a cottage in Scotland would be quite so romantic?

Hooped Earrings by OfEden (39k)

After 29 years Azira comes out. While her family and ex boyfriend don't support her, her life long best friend is there by her side every step of the way.

The Rose and the Serpent by Atalan (55k)

AU, retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting…

Slumber Party Summons by JoyAndOtherStories (29k)

Written for Ineffable Husbands Week 2019, "Trip" prompt (and also for fun). Crowley gets Summoned by a teenage girls' slumber party. Everyone has far more on their minds than they've wanted to admit, even to their closest friends. Also, pajamas, hair and makeup, manicures.

Shelter from the Storm by AppleSeeds (13k)

They're coworkers in town for a conference, but a storm has knocked the power out in the hotel where they were supposed to be staying, so Crowley and Aziraphale brave the storm and find their way to a charming little B&B, which has one room available, and it's the honeymoon suite, which only has one bed, and now Aziraphale is injured and needs to be looked after, and oh no now the power's out here too but at least they have the soft flickering glow of the candlelight but OH NO the heating's gone off too and it's getting VERY cold and Newt's the one trying to fix it... whatever will Aziraphale and Crowley do? AKA, what happens when I try to squeeze as many tropes as I possibly can into one story.

If you're interested in more, here's the link to all of my bookmarks! I try to write nice little blurbs for all of them

Cozy Ask Game

[mythous]

HE’S  GOT  NO  RIGHT  BEIN’  HERE  ------hadn’t  been  his  choice  to  stay  away,   but  probably  better  for  her  and  the  kid  anyway.  see,  somehow  she’d  avoided  the  crosshairs,  but  it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  before  the  target  meant  for  him  finds  its  way  to  her  back. 

thing  is   ---   frank  can  find  countless  reasons  to  stay  the  fuck  away  from  this  house,  from  this  woman,  from  this  tiny  family  that’d  welcomed  him  in  (  scars  an’  all ).  

but  he  only  ever  needed  one  to  knock  on  her  door.

                      ❝  -------miss  me  ?  ❞   

[hellsurvivr]

FRANCESCA ( @ofeden ) sent ❛ 💬 ❜ : 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 ( accepting !! )

          ❛   give me one good reason why i should wear a dress.   ❜  

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

you've got the wrong shop

you've got the wrong shop

by OfEden

Aziraphale is already trying to drive away another unwanted customer, but this one just decided to push his buttons.

Words: 1595, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), They/Them Pronouns for Crowley (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), Homophobia, Aziraphale's True Form (Good Omens), Crowley's True Form (Good Omens), The bookshop, Bitchy Aziraphale, Aziraphale is "gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide" (Good Omens)

From https://ift.tt/0hwZfzH https://archiveofourown.org/works/47018596

[nikkiruncks]

Comic #5 - Damon loves Bonnie

icons belong to @tribricies @suckedit @thegarden-ofeden and @nightsfeel

[manneatcrarc]

@ofeden | lyric starter call | accepting ain't no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant

"Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked until we close our eyes for good"

[edenrisen]

the characters on this blog can now be found at @ofeden !

[mythous]

HE  TRIES  NOT  TO  LOOK  AS  OUT  OF  SORTS   ——as  flustered  as  he  feels,   but  it’s  only  partially  successful.  there’s  something  about  the  offhand  way  she  speaks  to  him,   as  if  all  of  this  is  some  kind  of  joke,  that  gets  under  zane’s  skin.  maybe  it  is  a  joke  —  for  her,   for  the  other  guys  at  his  precinct,  clearly   —   but  he  takes  his  job  seriously,  in  spite  of  everything.   zane’s  expression  hardens  for  a  moment  as  he  makes  an  attempt  at  regaining  some  semblance  of  control  over  the  situation  (  did  he  ever  have  any  to  begin  with? ).  he’s  supposed  to  have  the  upper  hand  here,   and  yet  here  he  sits,   dancing  dangerously  close  to  the  edge  of  her  provocations.

            ❝  foreplay,   huh  ?   ❞   his  voice  is  low,   almost  a  murmur,   as  if  he's  weighing  the  word  on  his  tongue.    ❝  you're  not  making  this  any  easier,  you  know  ?   ❞   he  pushes  the  folder  slightly  towards  her,   a  quiet  reminder  of  their  surroundings  —  this  is  still  an  interrogation,  not  a  casual  conversation  over  coffee.  

and  the  thing  is  —  zane  is  all  too  familiar  with  her  game.  so  why,  then,  can’t  he  keep  himself  from  playing?  his  gaze  drifts  to  the  file  again,  eyes  scanning  the  scattered  papers  as  if  they  can  provide  the  answer.  he’d  rather  hear  it  from  her. 

            ❝  here's  the  deal,  haru.   i  don't  want  to  be  here  all  night.   you  probably  don't  either.   ❞     he  leans  forward,  resting  his  arms  on  the  table. .   ❝  so  let's  cut  through  the  theatrics.   tell  me  something  real,  something  tangible  that  i  can  use  to  help  you  out  here.   you  keep  insisting  you're  the  wrong  girl,   so  prove  it —  ❞   his  tone  suggests  a  compromise,  an  offer  between  them.  if  they’re  wrong  about  her  then  he  wants  to  find  the  real  culprit,  but  she’s  not  doing  herself  any  favors  by  being  stubborn.  zane  sighs,  rubs  a  hand  over  his  face,  mask  slipping  ( doesn’t  matter,  she’d  seen  through  it  anyway ).     ❝  give  me  something  to  work  with,  and  maybe  i  can  make  sure  you  walk  out  of  here  sooner  rather  than  later.   ❞  

peering  up  from  behind  his  hand,  he  levels  his  gaze  on  her  from  across  the  table.  

 ❝  what  do  you  say  ?   can  we  do  that   —  can  you  help  me  out  here ?  or  are  we  gonna  keep  dancing  around  each  other  all  night  ?   ❞   one  brow  inches  up  in  silent  challenge.  does  she  call  his  bluff  or  finally  fold?  he  lets  the  hint  of  a  smile  tug  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth,  shrugs.   ❝  i  mean,   i’m  not  too  bad  at  dancing,   but  generally  i  prefer  it  when  there’s  music  playing.  ❞ // @ofeden

THERE’S  FEIGNED  INTEREST  IN  THE  WAY  THAT  SHE  LEANS  FORWARD  ,  examining  the  photos  he’s  pointing  at  as  if  this  had  been  the  first  time  she’d  seen  them  .  ❛    they  are  beautiful  pieces  ,  whoever  got  their  hands  on  them  has  excellent  taste  .      ❜  leaning  back  again  ,  an  elbow  rests  upon  the  cold  table  separating  her  from  the  detective  so  that  she  can  get  a  better  look  at  her  nails  .  time  to  get  a  manicure  ,  picking  locks  does  horrible  things  to  her  cuticles  .  

he  keeps  talking  ,  but  now  instead  of  the  intrigue  that  crossed  her  features  previously  ,  the  boredom  has  taken  over  –  haru  knows  that  she  should  be  offended  by  the  implication  that  she’d  put  herself  at  risk  for  someone  else  ,  but  it’s  an  interesting  path  that  he’s  taken  and  there’s  a  part  of  her  that  would  much  rather  watch  him  fall  deep  into  that  ,  rather  than  focus  on  what  is  right  in  front  of  his  face  . ❛      is  that  what  i  am  to  you  ?      ❜  she  questions  him  ,  eyes  mocking  a  doe  in  the  forest  ,  the  hunter  with  his  rifle  aimed  right  towards  her  ,  ❛      just  a  damsel  in  distress  that  needs  her  white  knight  to  come  and  pull  her  from  the  wreckage  ?  how  noble  of  you  ,  detective  abbott  ,  i’m  already  swooning  .    ❜  the  back  of  her  hand  splays  upon  her  forehead  ,  a  dramatic  gasp  following  not  long  after  ,  ❛    or  is  it  something  else  ?  are  you  trying  to  use  me  to  climb  your  way  up  the  ladder  ?  how  embarrassing  would  it  be  when  you  find  out  how  wrong  you  are  —  i  hope  you’re  not  staking  your  whole  career  on  this  case  .  that  would  be  a  shame  ,  you  have  so  much  …  potential  .      ❜

it’s  unreal  ,  how  willing  she  is  to  play  this  game  with  a  detective  .  the  fact  is  –  he  is  competent  ,  enough  to  get  her  in  his  interrogation  room  ,  anyway  .  to  watch  him  scramble  in  attempts  to  tug  himself  free  of  everything  that  comes  falling  from  her  lips  though  ,  that  remains  to  be  seen  .  his  question  on  whether  or  not  she’s  tired  of  being  in  and  out  of  the  precinct  brings  the  sleek  smile  back  upon  her  lips  ,  and  one  shoulder  shrugging  to  respond  ,  ❛      see  ,  now  you’re  being  presumptuous    –  maybe  i  just  love  these  talks  we  have  ,  you  know  ?  call  it  foreplay  ,  if  you  want  .        ❜  while  she  hasn’t  responded  to  the  statement  of  someone  else  being  behind  it  all  ,  however  ,  she  can’t  help  but  add  ,  ❛      and  besides  ,  detective  ,  maybe  i  don’t  like  it  when  you  go  easy  on  me  ,  it  takes  the  fun  out  of  it  .  a  shame  you’re  wasting  your  time  though  ,  you’ve  got  the  wrong  girl  .      ❜ @mythous