#okay time for obligatory tag talking

[spideypawz]

a tale of two roses. mwah.

[chthonicgodling]

hey. psst. pssssst. my trusted friends and compatriots. those of you whomst im dragging into the very specific quicksand with me - in reference to - if you know you know. you know. you Know.come here com e in close. i’m handing you this one post and with no further context or clarifying tags ok ready? ready

the tag on the collar says property of the prince & princess thanks have a good night!

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A green-toned drawing of two characters from an original universe, shown from the shoulders up. It's framed as though they're taking a selfie. On the left is Heathrow, a human with dark skin, long hair, a good number of facial scars, and two painted lines below each eye. He wears something akin to a green hoodie, with fluffy plant matter sewn into the back of the hood. On the right is Crassie, a half elf, which in this universe entails long pointed ears, a pair of short pale horns, a slightly rabbit-like nose and markings under her eyes. Her skin is olive-toned, sporting a couple distinct scars on her face and hand, and she's wearing what is essentially a bush and spiked glovelets. Both of them are smiling, Crassie a little bit wide-eyed and Heathrow with a fond expression. The background's a saturated green with the text "1 YEAR!". End ID]

A redraw-in-spirit of the post from last year's Feb 16 that introduced these two to my blog. It's their birthday :]

[parfaitblogs]

september rain ❀ s. reid x reader

in which lightning and thunder is a little less scary with spencer reid. 

pairing: spencer reid x reader genre: fluff (comfort) tags: thunderstorm. established relationship. word count: 1k a/n: we r going into storm season in aus. obviously that means obligatory spencer reid fanfic?? sry this is me headcanoning that you have a fear of storms :/ if you don't just pretend. this is sooo simple and not revolutionary LOL hope u enjoy anyways!! as always talk to me if u did!!

You were ninety-nine percent sure the creaking your ears were picking up came from the window frames bending from the sheer force of the wind. And you were mostly certain that the prickle on your skin was from an unexpected leak in the ceiling after a tree had fallen into the building. Not your imagination. 

Neither could be true. For the windows were not bending even slightly, and there is no tree tall enough to have fallen through the apartment above you. 

That didn't really soothe your fear.

You were curled up on the couch under a blanket, a silent film playing — Nosferatu, ironically so — that you weren't really paying attention to. Your eyes were instead fixated on the only source of light the room had — a warm glowing lamp in the corner by the bookcase adorning too many books to count. 

Spencer was not home yet. 

He was on his way. You knew that much. The first crack of thunder had ripped through the sky and you were calling him almost immediately. Then... hanging up by the first ring, feeling pathetic for calling your — very busy — boyfriend, just because you were scared.

He had called you back immediately, and because he knew you so well, he was asking if you needed him home because of the storm. Your heart had swelled, and you had mumbled a thousand yes's into the phone, until he was promising he'd be on his way as soon as he finished the case report he was working on. 

Despite the slight comfort him being on his way brought you, you were still shaking, your heart was still thumping uncomfortably in your chest, and your knuckles were still white from your petulant clutching of the blanket around you. 

You could only faintly hear the click of the front door lock over the deafening rain, but you turned regardless, eyes softening at the sight of your boyfriend entering the apartment. His hair stuck to his forehead; clothes to his body. He was soaking wet, but you were standing on wobbly legs and heading towards him for solace regardless. 

He placed his messenger bag down by the door, opting to deal with the damp leather later. His eyebrows had furrowed when you had opened your arms. 

"I'm drenched," he said, side stepping away from your attempt of a hug. "You do not want to hug me right now, honey."

"I do," you protested, voice wavering from the tightness in your throat. 

"Let me go dry off, then you can hug me forever and never let me go, okay?" he offered instead, watching you come to terms with his idea, and nod your head. 

So, he did just that. Allowing you to follow him around like a lost puppy the entire time, blanket dragging along the flooring of your apartment as you kept it wrapped firmly around your shoulders.

You sat in the middle of your bed, watching him almost too carefully as he picked out his towel from your ensuite, starting with drying his hair in a way that had your face scrunching up.

When he caught the look, he asked, "What?" in a sort of amused, laughing way.

"You're ruining your curls," you said.

"The rain already ruined them," he replied. "I'll fix them when the storm passes and I can shower."

"This is why I hate storms."

"Because it ruins my hair?"

"No, but that's definitely going on the list," you huffed, folding your arms across your chest — he laughed at that. "You literally can't do anything! You can't shower, you can't cook, the power goes out, it's loud, you can't go outside because what if you get struck by lightning? And also the rain. Which is cold, by the way... where are you going?"

"To get clothes," he explained, then being completely unsurprised by the fact that you were leaving your safe haven atop the bed to trail after him. "I was coming back."

"Two seconds is all it takes for a storm to take me out," you said. "Then you'll feel really bad."

"The storm is not going to take you out," he replied within a sigh, peeling his wet button up off his body. 

"It could."

"The main cause of death during storms is drowning. The apartment is not flooded. Neither is the street," he was almost nurturing with his tone, unfazed by your locked in stare on the towel he was drying his body with — you weren't really staring at him, simply zoning out on whatever was in front of you as he spoke. "The second is debris flying from the wind, which is nowhere near harsh enough for anything to be flying around. Let alone at this height. The third is a lightning strike, which is impossible when you're indoors because this building has lightning protection."

He spent the time he took debunking all the possible death scenarios to finish drying himself off and changing, and by the time he had stopped speaking he was standing in front of you. Still seemingly unconvinced due to your inner anxieties, your face was painted with a disagreeing frown, that his shoulders slumped at the sight of. 

"They're still scary," you mumbled, and he nodded his head, arms looping around your body and pulling you into him. His skin was still cold, but it was a welcome comfort nonetheless. 

"I know they are," he decided to say, instead of attempting to deny all your worries with logic again. The two of you stood there, in your closet, for minutes. His hand found your hair, entangling within it, chin resting on your shoulder. With his face buried into the crook of your neck, he mumbled, "There's ice cream in the freezer. Movie?"

Hesitantly, you nodded your head, so he broke the hug with a step back, lips tugging into a smile at the now less worried expression on your face. 

"But we have to eat with wooden spoons," you said as he led you out, hand clasped firmly in yours for your own peace of mind. 

"Why?"

"Metal attracts lightning," you mumbled, watching his shoulders shake with more laughter. 

"No, honey, it doesn't. That's a myth," he said.

"Whatever."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[skele-bunny]

Anything Swissalps please!!

Rubs my grimey little hands together

(obligatory tag for @hypnoneghoul !)

Mountain doesn't really like the caterpillars and worms on his plants in the room, but knows they're very much needed. He's started to get used to them more bc Swiss names them and it's kinda their thing.

"Martin is fuckin' chowing down on this vera right now..."

"I thought Martin eats the peonies?"

"No that's his twin brother Jake."

"Oh.."

Speaking of the plants!!! Swiss is VERY accustomed to them. His stand in Mountain when they aren't there. Always super reactive and love Swiss so so so much. They love holding him, helping him with tasks in the room, and just making sure he's okay. Swiss used them for... Self pleasuring reasons and literally only a minute in before Mountain stumbled in with the biggest hard on ever. He then learned that day that, yes, Mountain can feel and know everything the vines are doing/receiving.

Mountain who courts Swiss with wreaths and bones, flowers delicately picked and meaningful, and even down to foraging for him. Swiss who doesn't know how to court besides quintessence, but it just doesn't feel right. So he does what he does best!! Makes a song for Mountain!! It's kinda an air/water thing, but it's so specifically him that it doesn't really need an elemental label.

I'm sharing part of my hibernation Mountain propaganda and y'all are dealing with it. Mountain is GONE during the winter and Swiss is his hibernation mate even tho he doesn't really sleep like Mounty does. Lottt of grooming, breeding, and feeding as Mountain is running purely on instincts and can't really form coherent thoughts outside of those instincts. He just knows "my mate needs to eat." "my mate doesn't smell like me and I need to fix that internally and externally." Swiss doesn't mind it as he's still able to get up and move around, sometimes leave the room for quick trips to the kitchen and back. Swiss usually curls up on Mountain's torso and he's held sooo tenderly by this big furry beast. He LOVES it.

Mountain wears glasses but he loses them a LOT. Swiss always has an extra pair on him just in case which has come in handy multiple times. Swiss always demands them back once Mountain is done using them. "I'm not letting you lose the only backup pair you have, dork."

Big boy is embarrassed about wanting to be topped, but ohhh Swiss knows. He knows. Loves putting Mountain in the most submissive positions like doggy, missionary, or a mating press, but fuck does Mountain love it. He loves feeling smaller for once, loves watching his yin on top of him just whispering the most embarrassing things you could ever think of.

I've talked about Mistress Judas a few times, Swiss' bdsm persona, but... With Mountain? Ohh at her feet for anything she says. She makes him feel stupid. Weak. Lower. Small. It's what he wants and needs, and she's more than happy to provide. Big on breath play, boot play, and her whip. Best aftercare in the world, and Mountain wouldn't have it any different as he's massaged and given such tender kisses, words, and affections.

Mountain who sees Swiss as his art form—as art itself. As yin and yang. As everything right in the world. Something something, he's so dumb in love he can't think and just writes all of his love frustration on paper and hands it to Swiss who keeps them safe in a folder he reads through a lot.

Something something they're so in love it's sickening.

[harrywavycurly]

Trouble Next Door Part 21: Practice Date

Masterlist: here

TW: None

Tag List: @sinczir @rach5ive @bruher @kellyxo1 @tiannamortis @makingmunson94 @angelina16torres-blog @tlclick73 @gretavankleep37 @melaninjhs @amira0303 @robyn-118 @jaydaaasworld @squidscottjeans @rockstarmunsons @alanamarie @dandelionnfluff @aol19 @eddiesguitarskills @vampdaisy @br66klynbaby @raven-rust @daisyridleyyyy @i-love-ptv @josephquinnsfreckles @mrsjellymunson @hideoutside @eddiemunson-fanfic @paprikaquinn @burns-in-the-sun @cherrycolas-things @exploding-bonbon @krazyk99 @idkbbyx3 @amberpanda99

A/N: I included this as a regular part because it’s important to the storyline, also…y’all might not like how this ends but please just have faith in me I know exactly where this story is going and how it’s gonna end✨

“These…are for you.” “Oh Eddie these are so pretty thank you…uh please come in while I put these in a vase.” “You’re so kind…uhm so…how was your day?” “It was good I finally got the box of Halloween stuff down from the attic.” “I told you’d I’d help you get it…all you had to do was wait for me.” “You know I don’t have the patience for that…how was your day?” “It was fine…Henderson’s mom’s minivan is a fucking nightmare to work on but I got it done.” “I swear she just messes with stuff to make it stop running just so she can come and see you.” “You’re so delusional…you ready?” “Yeah…let me grab my purse and we can go.” “Now before you say anything…I talked Rick into letting me borrow his car…figured your first date back on the town deserved something better than my run down van.” “Oh don’t be silly Eddie I love that van…uhm…Did you clean it?” “Oh course I did….as if I’d let you sit on anything that belongs to Rick without bleaching it first.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “I haven’t seen you this dressed up since your wedding day…is that a bobby-pin in your hair?” “You’re so annoying…I just wanted to look nice…and yeah they keep my hair from falling out of the bun…” “sorry..you look good Eddie that’s all I’m trying to say.” “Thank you…you look nice too…I always like when you wear that shade of green…it makes your eyes stand out.” “So…what happens now? After the obligatory complements?” “We just talk you weirdo.” “Okay…uhm…oh do you remember when you knocked on my door for the first time when we were like eleven to ask me if I wanted to play?” “Yeah…you practically threw yourself off your steps and into my arms you were so excited.” “I just was so happy to finally have a friend…who would’ve thought we’d still be friends after all these years? It’s crazy right? Friends don’t normally last this long…we haven’t even had a real fight before.” “Uh excuse me? Yes we have.” “Don’t start.” “Don’t start? Why? Because you still know that I’m right and you refuse to admit it?” “You’re not right…you’re extremely wrong and I’ve proven it to you time and time again.” “He wasn’t the first kill because we don’t know if he was dead by the time she actually died.” “Of course he was dead! They gutted him from the back! She was alive way after he died.” “You’re just so wrong because it takes a long time for someone to bleed out like that…he was totally still alive when she was dying.” “I know you want to believe that she was the first death in Scream but she just wasn’t…she watches her boyfriend get killed that’s why she starts to freak the fuck out!” “No she freaks out because a killer is threatening her on the phone and she just watched her boyfriend get stabbed….not die.” “Edward James Munson you know damn well he was dead!” “Shhhh! This is a fancy ass establishment you can’t go shouting about dead people.” “I need another glass of wine…”

“What are we doing here?” “It wouldn’t be an outing for us if we didn’t make a pit stop at some swings…” “will you push me?” “Aren’t you too old to need me to push you?” “I don’t need you to push me Eddie…I just like it when you do.” “fine…so…how’s it going so far? Feel like you could do this again?” “I’d give it an eight out of ten…and yeah I think so…it’s not as scary as I thought it was going to be.” “You thought a date with me was going to be scary?” “I just…I was nervous.” “Why? It’s just me…nothing to be nervous about.” “That’s true…what about you? Could you do this again?” “Oh yeah…I could totally do this again…maybe not the swings though..that’s just an us thing.” “Damn right it is…I better not hear about you taking anyone else to the park besides me or I’ll be upset.” “You’re so dramatic after a few glasses of wine.” “You love it though.” “Yeah…I do.”

“Ah here we are…home sweet home…mind if I come inside?” “That’s so bold of you to ask on a first date Edward.” “I’ll pour you some more wine….” “Okay you can come in then….” “Red or white?” “White please…I had a really good time tonight…thank you.” “You’re welcome..I’m glad you had a good time…I enjoyed it as well…what? Why…why are you looking at me like that?” “Are…uhm…are you…are you in love with me?” “What? Why…why would you…uhm…I..uh-” “oh god-” “No no no don’t…don’t walk away…I just wasn’t…why did you ask me that?” “Just forget it…I’m sorry…it’s the wine…I’m not making sense…I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” “yes.” “Yes?…yes what?” “I’m in love with you.” “No you’re not.” “Yes…yes I am.” “No you’re not…you would’ve told me…you…you would’ve said something.” “I’m…saying something now…doesn’t that count?” “I…I don’t know…what to say.” “That’s okay.” “I can’t…I can’t do this Eddie I can’t…I-” “hey it’s okay…please don’t cry….” “I think.. I just uhm…I need some space…I’m gonna go-” “no no I’ll go..you stay here I’ll uhm go stay at Wayne’s…just…I’m sorry okay? I didn’t…I didn’t want to tell you like this….please know that I don’t expect anything in return I just…it’s out there now so…we have to deal with it.” “I can’t deal with it right now…” “and that’s fine…I’ll uh go to Wayne’s and…maybe I’ll come by tomorrow and…we can talk about it?” “I’ll call you.” “Okay…yeah that works too…uhm…goodnight?” “Goodnight…tell…tell Wayne I said…hello.” “Yeah I’ll uhm..I’ll do that.”

[sommerregenjuniluft]

lune, jirgin rimming, go 👇🏻

okay so….this is embarrassing because yall dont know it but this ask was from sep 26th ㅠㅠ

nevertheless. funnily enough this ask actually done some damage on me to the point where i busted out these 500words on my break at work on that day LMAO

it’s not really rimming, only leading up to it because a bitch hasn’t been able to bring herself to finish it. regardless, when @veryinnovative gets me on the topic of jirgin, jirgin he shall get

yall know the drill, explicit content ahead!

James groans, chest vibrating and knees shaking as Regulus starts sucking at his balls. Tongueing at them, one after the other and then loosely on both at the same time like it’s a fucking sensory toy and he’s not actively melting James’ brain out of his ears.

“Fuck,” he whimpers.

Regulus lets his sack pop out of his mouth. “I know, right?”

James doesn’t have to look, he can hear Regulus smirking. “Marry me, please”

“Some other time maybe,” Regulus murmurs, letting his lips skim over James’ quivering quad muscle. And James does look now, catching Regulus’ lidded gaze which is so hot it makes James’ cock tingle. “Then fuck me—ah, please.”

That earns him a wet kiss to the crease of his thigh.

“Hey, Jamie?”

James has to close his eyes again after that. “Mm.” He sounds like a slut even to his own ears.

“Y’know what we’ve talked about after last time?” There’s damp breath over his cockhead.

“After what time?” Don’t ask James anything right now, his brain is violently malfunctioning.

“Last time I fucked you, baby,” Regulus explains patienty, thumbing at his slick shaft, then his frenulum.

James hips buck with a startled moan. “I- I dunno. What did—ngh—Reg, fuck. What do you mean?”

Regulus is back to suckling at James’ cockhead, lazily, like he’s doing it just to pass some time and James is panting now. He’s panting and sweating and probably drooling precum all over Regulus’ eager and talented tongue. He’s a mess.

And Regulus is enjoying every minute of it. Regulus is ruining him and he’s having the time of his life while he’s at it. It’s all so sick and twisted and it’s making James all the more turned on.

It’s a horrible little devil’s circle.

“About how there are other ways to open you up for me than just lube and my fingers,” Regulus says.

It takes a couple of seconds and Regulus’ open mouth crafting a path down the base of him and this time even further than his balls.

“O-oh, you mean—oh.”

“Mhm,” his boyfriend confirms, again buried in the crease of James’ thigh and ass. “So?”

He remembers how they’d talked about it, laying entangled and sticky with drying sweat, kissing unhurriedly. Regulus had pulled back and then kept thumbing at James’ slack lips until he couldn’t anymore when James was smiling too hard, bone deep happy and sickeningly in love. He’d started asking James about what he liked about that time and what he wants to try again or if there’s anything more he’d like to explore next time. And when James was done Regulus had given his two cents about rimming. The proposal alone had made James hard again and Regulus had ended up riding him until he was cuming all over them again.

“Yeah,” James manages to breathe now. “I still want—yes, please.”

There’s a warm chuckle, right over James’ furled entrance and then Regulus pushes James’ legs up by the back of his thighs. “Hold onto these for me, Jamie.”

James can’t help but moan. “Fuck, love.”

Regulus stops for a moment and swipes his thumbs along James’ skin, “If you don’t like how it feels, tell me and I’ll stop. We can always do something else.”

James catches one of his hands and squeezes, “I know.”

[and then regulus proceeds to eat james out like a kitty cat would lick clean the inside of a yogurt cup<3]

obligatory @messymoony tag

[brownwomanisland]

AO3 Harry Potter Fanfic Ramble

It's funny the way Harry Potter writers will demonize J.K. Rowling and then write a heartfelt scene about the ills of domestic violence and have a character get their revenge. It makes me really wonder if they've ever bothered to humanize her the way they do for Draco and Bellatrix. And we're not even talking about the people who are writing racist porn under the muggle slur.

Kinda just makes me go "hmm".

Someone said that they hate how she demonized girly girls and goes on to describe the character as wanting to be a mom and what not but not without the character debasing herself as simple and silly and wanting to be loved. Yes, because "unfeminine" women don't want that. People tell on themselves all the time lol. And the girly girl wears makeup also of course. How do you say JK Rowling demonizes girly girls and then write a character that sounds like ... that?

I'm not full of enough words to describe what I'm thinking but I'm sure y'all can see the irony in what I'm talking about. I see it often even though I like reading the fanfics. JK Rowling is bad and you're putting incest into a story that had none. You're writing rape porn of her characters. I don't mind Alternate Universe stuff but there's a lot of exclude on my tags when I'm trying to find a story.

And I'm not mentioning any author or story bc 1. I'm not trying to single anyone out and 2. It's so widespread and prevalent. "Obligatory fuck JK Rowling as I play in her sandbox". Okay ? You must have 9 that because you did not eat one bit lol.

[firestorm09890]

obligatory disclaimer that I don't think Ansem the Wise is like, embodiment of all evil or whatever I just think Ienzo's relationship with him being really fucked up is fun. talking about characters fucking up supremely does not mean I hate them and honestly I would prefer if any potential discussion in the tags of this post is not solely dunking on the man

anyway personally I think "Ienzo was manipulated into believing Ansem was worse than he was and decided to betray him with his own hands" is a lot more interesting than "they sent Ansem to the Realm of Darkness and Ienzo said 'where's Ansem' and they said 'oh he abandoned us' and Ienzo said 'okay 💖 yay 💖'". I think as nice as Ienzo's memories of him are, Ansem was not a good father. Not through any malicious intent, he just... had too many expectations and then didn't do enough. It's only a few steps from "kind but generally absent father who tells you what is and isn't acceptable" to whatever Xehanort had Ienzo believing

What little we've seen of Ienzo pre-Xehanort paints a picture of a kid who's fine honestly but definitely not "typical"- frequently runs off to explore the gardens (forcing Even to chase him), watches EVERYTHING and understands it all while expressing nothing, has zero fear when being attacked by Unversed??? (that one's the most interesting one. that cutscene is called "Eyes Without Fear" and given how much a calm, watchful gaze is emphasized in BBS Ienzo, I'm sure it's about him and not Ven). and. let's talk about expectations

Ansem's a guy with strong beliefs. this is not necessarily good. remember, he started the experiments- in the cutscene where Xehanort asks about the door, he even still has hearts floating in containers in his study

He believes darkness is evil, which is why he started those experiments in the first place to find out enough about it to prevent it from destroying his paradise, and then later believes all his beliefs about Nobodies that aren't really relevant but serve the point. It is not difficult for him to hate and fear what he doesn't understand. He is not kind with Xehanort- he shouts down the suggestion, not taking time to explain why, just saying the door shouldn't be defiled. And like yeah don't touch the door but he really, truly believes he is right (up until he realizes his apprentices have taken things too far but even then he DOESN'T TELL THEM IT WAS HIS MISTAKE FOR STARTING THEM). he has to be. Radiant Garden is perfect, and he's the ruler.

which means despite his kindness, he likely doesn't tolerate "bad" questions from Ienzo. "if there are plants that can heal then there are also plants that can hurt, right?" "IENZO why would you say something like that we only use the flowers of radiant garden to help people" and then Even goes "oh yeah poison. here's a book of poisonous plants. have fun". Ansem takes the Eraqus route of "if you feel a bad feeling that is the darkness and you can't feel it or it might consume you" which is :) fine :) and not at aaaaall stifling I'm sure. I've sort of said it before but I think Ansem was never a source of safety for Ienzo- he is In Charge, he is the one who determines what's right and wrong, he's the one who passes judgement, and he is always busy. which means Ienzo's having to turn to Even. you can imagine what that's like

I've also talked about this before- Ansem snapping at all the apprentices after finding out about their experiments is a very easy thing to twist into "see? he doesn't care about you. he never has. he was the one who wanted to do these experiments in the first place, and now he wants to shut them down? didn't he always encourage curiosity in you? no, wait, he always suppressed your curiosity. he claimed to want paradise and didn't even notice his people disappearing, one by one. do you think he's really worthy of the title of 'sage'", especially for someone with as shoddy of morals as someone like Ienzo likely had (combine the classic nd trait of "you're telling me this is bad but not why it's bad so I've decided until I understand why it's bad that your rules are stupid" with being raised by Those Fucking Guys to get a boy perfectly concocted to commit atrocities).

Book of Retribution gets it, I don't care that it concluded years before kh3

“You brought [Xehanort] to us. Even after you saw how he was—what he was—you left him to his own devices... You knew what he was doing. You knew he was dangerous. And yet you left him with us. You had already pushed us all to the wayside for him, did you really expect any differently? You forced us into a pit of vipers, and you were surprised when we had the audacity to be bitten.”

anything said by Ienzo in kh3 does not change this. how involved Ienzo was, how much he knew, does not change Ansem's actions and inaction.

I think if Ienzo ever goes evil again (very big "if", I highly doubt it will happen) it won't be because haha! he was secretly still evil all along!! but because being around Ansem for long enough again has shattered the rose-tinted glasses

in summary: I think despite his intentions Ansem was not a good father and I don't think Xehanort had to work very hard to get Ienzo to betray him

[spideypawz]

Jade please stop making googoo eyes at Rose.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi!! I just discovered your blog! Thank you for providing such an amazing service!! You're doing the Lord's (Satan's?) work!

Was wondering if you could suggest some good fics that take place between the showdown at the Tadfield air field and the morning of the kidnappings. Adult content is fine, though I'm not sure if I need to specify that.

Thank you again!

Hello and welcome! Did you see our pinned masterpost? It has a huge list of tags we use, including #the night at crowley's flat and #bodyswap, which is where you'll find loads of fics already recommended, so check those out! Here are some more to add to the collection...

All the Hugs in the World by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

After swapping appearances, Crowley and Aziraphale try to comfort each other through their anxiety. When a teary Aziraphale admits that he’s afraid their current hug might be their last, can Crowley reassure him? Now featuring bonus hugs.

And a Borrowed Car by contritecactite (T)

"Try a miracle." "What? Why? What miracle?" "Just—anything. Slow down the car or something." "That would be a miracle," Aziraphale grumbles, and he focuses on doing just that. The Jeep drops to such a crawl that the driver behind them gives his horn an angry series of beeps. Or: Aziraphale falls asleep in the stolen Jeep, Crowley remembers that his flat could use some cleaning, and they end up sharing a very nice room somewhere and talking about things they've lost and time they've wasted. It turns out all right in the end.

a drink sounds lovely by oops_witchcraft (M)

No, It's past time. He told himself. With resolve, he reached out again, and grabbed the demon’s hand. Crowley’s calm exterior fell and he looked up in confusion, his body rigid. “Aziraphale, what-” “I love you, Crowley.” Okay, so not exactly subtle, but it was a start. ----- That deleted "night at Crowley's flat” scene, but they watch The Sound of Music.

Something to Break the Fall by inconvenientlydiscorporated (G)

It happened because, as his chest tightened and his mortal teeth clenched themselves together to brace for the impact, he needed something to ground him to Earth. He needed that ledge to find purchase, that branch to grab on the way down. He needed, quite frankly, for something to break the fall. And anyway, they like holding hands.

a step (a leap), and a landing by ProdigalPragmatist (NR)

The bookshop is still smouldering and the Bentley is in pieces. Aziraphale is overwhelmed and there's one line still left to cross. Crowley has a perfectly good flat but it's hiding its own horror, and it's hiding its own secrets. An obligatory 'Night at Crowley's Flat' fic ft. a panic attack, hot cocoa, and the threat of a tomorrow that might not come.

The Devil in Your Eyes by Luinlothana (T)

After the world did not end, Aziraphale and Crowley return to Crowley's flat to figure out what to do next. It's harder than it seems but each of them tries their best to protect the other. If only they could make sense of the last prophecy...

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Proxies with a fem reader going to a pumpkin patch so she can pick out her pumpkin? :>

Proxies and Fem!Reader going to a pumpkin patch!

obligatory toby is platonic but tbh i dont think romance ties too much into these specific hcs also i havent been to a pumpkin patch in years so im really scraping my brain trying to remeber what people do asides pick pumpkins...and google... a lot of google... i admit i had to fight myself not to make this a group thing where it's all together but im 80% sure you wanted these separate no unique gifs for each character, too eepy (its 6am rn and i couldnt sleep for the life of me SOBS)

Masky:

I feel like out of the three he's probably going to give the most resistance, he just doesn't like being around where loads of people may be; too much noise you know? But with enough coaxing and reassurance I do believe you can convince him to tag along

Most straight forward about it, wants it to be in and out, so he kinda beelines and tries to find a pair of pumpkins that'll do

"Babe... those ones are too small to carve..." "They're. Average."

Sorry I had to make that joke

Anyways

Out of all the activities there you might get him to sit down for a hayride if it's not too too packed!

Overall it's an okay experience, but really this guy would prefer the pumpkin carving at home after the fact; out on a porch sitting next to one another, alone in comfortable silence! He saves the seeds to make into snacks later

Hoodie:

A little more willing to go out! I feel like he's the easiest in terms of talking into stuff! As long as it's not anything dangerous he's more than willing to spend time with you.... all the better to keep his eye on you.. both in a cute aww he wants to protect you way and a creepy way but hey that's creepypasta for you

If they're offering shitty quickly constructed rides count him in, he's going to be the one dragging you!

While I'm not sure what rides would be there I'm sure there'd be but you're gonna be there for way longer than originally planned

Saving this for another day but Ferris Wheel trope where it gets stuck, one of y'all totally shouldn't send in a character for me to do that for wink wink nudge nudge

Probably the most emotive you see Hoodie, ever, it's actually a little jarring at first but it's cute in it's own way that he's getting all hyped up over some rides

overall? y'all forget to actually. pick pumpkins so you guys have to almost immediately return to go browse at the pumpkins that remain. Does the thing where you knock on produce to make sure it sounds right. Does he know what he's going or what he's looking for? No clue but hey there's that mental image, Hoodie kneeling down on the ground, head pressed against a pumpkin and tapping it

Ticci Toby:

Pretends to not wanna go but really he's totally fucking stoked that you wanna go somewhere with him, him? like him him? Toby? Well if you insist-

That bit sounded mean but I believe Toby feels.... I don't know how to put it but like I think it's because he used to be bullied and left out that he still gets a little surprised when you willingly invite him to hang out; not that he's complaining though

Haunted corn maze. This fucker beelines for the corn maze. You have lost your silly friend with an affinity for collecting empty snail shells (hc)

Good luck trying to find him, if it's one of those mazes with scare actors he's not going to flinch or scream so there goes your audio cue

Eventually you do find him though! So it's not totally disastrous! It just takes you upwards of fifteen minutes because you yourself got lost before looping back to the entrance, only to find this little shit sitting right by the entrance

Seriously how the fuck did he do that?

No clue

You know how sometimes pumpkins are bumpy or a lil... off looking? Leave it to this fucker to make several jokes about how they look, primarily ragging on the bumpier ones

"Hey look, it looks like you" "shut the fuck up"/j

Generally a very good time as long as you ignore the small heart attack you got when Toby disappeared! Good luck cleaning the mess after carving up your pumpkins

He probably tries to see what the guts taste like

idk what raw pumpkin guts taste like

not sure if its any good because ive only tried pre canned pumpkin puree and used it for baking so idk if it tastes good straight from the source

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could we still get some Dahlia thoughts even tho she didnt win the poll? (also, I tried finding the fic for her yesterday but I cant find it, do you have a link for it?)

I got so excited seeing this it went straight to the front of the queue wjskkx LMAO. Dahlia hasn't been posted yet :3 obligatory tag for @hypnoneghoul

Dahlia was the oops baby of Swissalps. Swiss didn't even have ANY idea he was knocked up until he was 12 weeks. They had just gotten back from tour and Mountain had been BEGGING him to get checked out as obviously this wasn't a normal cold picked up from humans.

When he found out he just... Kinda paled. Him? Knocked up? There's no way in hell. Do another test... No, that one can't be right either. There's NO way! Ohh, but yes way. He ended up walking back to the den in a daze, finding Mountain and talking to him about the results. They talked for HOURS. Mountain completely neutral on any choice Swiss wanted, Swiss at a loss of what to do.

Laying cuddled up that night before he finally whispered he wanted to keep it. "Then we'll keep them... If in the end, we don't want them, we'll talk to the delivery team, okay?" Mountain nuzzling down on Swiss' neck. "Okay..."

They told the others pretty quickly, getting excited and supportive reactions! Papa even sat them down and had an equally long discussion about how they'd move forward for tours, etc! He was happy to start arranging accomodations and care, even saying how he'll start getting things for a nursery if that's what they wanted (they ended up asking him to wait a bit on that.)

You'd think Swiss was an earth ghoul from how frequent he got flowers in his hair, but they very much copied what he was feeling. Lilies when he was upset, roses when Mountain or someone did something really nice for him, or dead flowers when he wasn't feeling well or just in a bad depression rut.

One time he got mad at Cirrus for some reason, and as she went to follow him in the room, vines shot out from a nearby pothos they kept and completely closed off the entry. After that, it wasn't uncommon for vines to be covering Swiss like a cocoon when he wanted to be left alone or felt like he was in danger.

When he finally had their little daughter? Oh she was perfect in every way. Honestly looked a lot more like Swiss minus the hooves and her horns matching Mountain's. She loved chewing on her hooves a lot, biggest gummy smile ever, chewing on Swiss' braid.

Her name is Dahlia, and literally has the WORST bambi legs. Despite this, she's always had a knack for sports especially (American) soccer. Even as a kit would squeal watching the children of sin playing, or when they'd turn it to the American channel. When she was able to get leg braces? PHEW it was done for.

Just super loud, "Dad! Think fast!" And kick it towards Mountain, only to completely miss and break the window. "Oops..."

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Most Fun Work!

I was tagged last week by the lovely and wonderful @sunnyrosewritesstuff 💛 Thank you so much for thinking of me!! Very low-pressure rules: Tell me which fic of yours was the MOST FUN TO WRITE (or currently writing). Like, which one did you have a BLAST writing? Feel free to share, to rec, to tell us WHY they were fun, etc etc ~ Okay, so this is actually really hard, because they've all been so much fun! The obvious choice is Backs To The Wall because it's genuinely the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written! I also want to give an honourable mention to Stealing Moments, Moments Away which was my fic for Bagginshieldtober! It was such a fun month! Okay okay, I really could talk about all seven of them like this, but actually the fic that was the most fun to write was Fictions We Took To Mean Fate!

It was the first time I've ever written a gift fic, it was for someone I've been friends with in the community for a long time and who has been a massive support and inspiration to me and my writing, and it was a bloody difficult project, actually! Now, that might not sound like fun, but it was! It was my first E rated bagginshield fic, which was a huge challenge for me, but I also had only a week to write it in, so I didn't have time to overthink it! I started it thinking I'd just smash out 6-10k words of smut, not a lot of background story, and tick a couple of boxes for tropes I know my friend enjoys. Instead I got sucked right into 21k words of Thorin being a goob, Bilbo being So Done, and Balin and Dis trying to sort out the absolute mess that was the King Under The Mountain's love life! 🤣 I was sitting up late each night that week, and waking up before the sun came up so I could write before work, snoozing on my lunch breaks at work, and I finally finished it (and my first ever bagginshield smut!) at the crack of dawn the day before my friend's birthday! I was absolutely wiped out, but I was writing like I was possessed, the story utterly consumed me, and honestly? I can't think of anything more fun than that! 💛 ~ Non-obligatory tags: @bllbabaggins @lauramkaye @thatfancygirlinblack @lisellelascelles @lordoftherazzles @filiswingman and anyone else who would like to play! 💛

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obligatory pinned post/permanent plot call below! if after you read the mound of text below and you interact with this I’ll assume it’s okay to approach for plotting 🖤

I might be dating myself and my tumblr career here with this kind of post but here it is nonetheless!

My name is Lia and I’m finally getting back into the swing of writing over on discord and I’m in need of new writing partners 🖤 I’m 23 so 21+ preferred!

I like to write longterm and while I enjoy being consistently active I’ll be starting school up again in September and I work full time now so I may have sporadic bouts of inactivity however I will communicate those and still be around for ooc chatter and headcanons and the likes!

writing preferences:

-I write on discord exclusively at the moment and I love to write in organized private servers which I have no problem setting up :)

-I also prefer multiple muses and pairings and building interconnected worlds with my writing partners! at this time solo ships are a bit hard for me but we can talk it out! however I do not “double” as I do not want to write transactionally. I will love every ship we have and it makes me sad writing against writers who don’t orient the same

-I write m in mxf and mxm as my preferred pairing types but can also write f pairings in fxf and more selectively in mxf. with this being said, as much as I love pairing my boys against your girls I am not the right partner for female only writers :( I do enjoy having mxm pairings and even if we don’t actively have one I like the potential for one down the road

-I would love to befriend my writing partners because I think it makes it more collaborative and fun so if you don’t enjoy that I may not be the right partner for you either because I will ramble :,) I love talking about our ships and where they can go next and sending visual inspo for our muses and pairings but I also am always happy to lend an ear if my writing friends ever need to vent 🫶🏼

-I’m very laidback and if you have wanted plots or things you want to do odds are I’m the person to bring ‘em to because I will be 100% down!! I won’t ghost and even if we have periods of time we’re too busy to really write I’ll always be down to pick them back up and if something isn’t clicking for me (which isn’t often) I will communicate it and I hope you feel comfortable doing the same!

-I will do pretty much any plot type or genre except for zombie and apocalyptic

-nsfw friendly but don’t mind fade to black

-I prefer to write against actor fcs with acting resources so models and musicians are not my cup of tea :,)

-I am very friendly to looking at your wanted opposite tag to pick up a muse I will not think you’re face chasing so don’t be shy to ask if you have one OR you see one of them in my fave face/future muse tag because I will write any of those people HAPPILY.

triggers/limits: I am definitely open to darker plots which we can discuss over DM but I will not write bathroom play, vore, illegal age gaps, and probably more as I can think of them.

if you’re still reading at this point ily already 🥲 here’s a cookie ����

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Okay like 2 people interacted thats enough. My NSFW Darby hcs r below the readmore enter at ur own risk

(Obligatory disclaimer that this is abt the character portrayed on aew, fiction vs reality, etc and so forth)

First of all- Believe it or not he doesn't have like the Healthiest situation in regards 2 sex/hookups

Essentially I looked at the Crazy sexual tension and obsessiveness he works into every feud and went yea. This guy gets weird specifically abt people who hate his fucking guts

To do a bit of fictional psychoanalysis, I think it comes down to him not being able to trust and be vulnerable towards others in an honest, emotionally intimate sense.

The mentality I picture is like... if he fucks the guy he knows hates him and just wants to use him, then he knows for sure what to expect. He's gonna get hurt and have his control taken and be left alone at the end of it, but that's certainty. As opposed to trying to genuinely form a healthy relationship with someone, which is a minefield of what-ifs and trusfalls that he sees as far more frightening

Essentially, stalking and harassing a guy in2 hatefucking him feels more comfortable to him because he knows what he's gonna get, and there's no concern about how they might actually feel about him.

There's probably more there 2 dig into but this is supposed to be hot so lets talk abt something more fun!!!

Personally I've always read him as a total sub. He's a fuckin maniac in terms of energy, and likes someone who can take whatever he throws out and turn it on him. A lot of the time he's just got so much buzzing inside him, he needs a wall to throw himself at until he wears himself out.

This motherfucker Loves bondage. Idk if you've ever seen him in tag matches but the way he hops around on the apron and chews on the tag rope and shit?? He LOVES being held down and getting to struggle against it.

Honestly, with that and all the BDSM shit, it's about being taken care of. He's always forcing himself to be independent and not let anyone in or see him weak. He can't bring himself to hand that control over willingly- he needs it to be taken from him.

U know that post thats like. Submissive but like how a guard dog is submissive. Yea. Put a collar on that boy

You can dominate him but you can never Not expect him to bite back and try to trip you up the whole time. Again, he likes the challenge- he's a total brat.

He loves degredation and s/m shit, but he's secretly also got a massive praise kink that he refuses 2 engage with. (Unless? 👀)

As for kinks, he's into all the basic bdsm stuff like impact play and breathplay, but he also likes all kinds of weird violent shit- knives and weapons, fire, blood. And even if he's not specifically into it, there's not much he won't try

((Skategoat sidenote: I think part of why he and Jack work 2gether so well is that Jack usually gets to dom. After so long of being controlled and having choices made for him and being used, getting to be in the driver's seat for someone else makes him feel empowered and secure in a way he usually isn't))

Anyway thats it for now ig. Reply with thoughts if u are epic and based 🙏