#queue me softly

[safert0fu]

[crowleys-curl]

In case you needed a pick-me-up

"In private"

[kiadanta]

Truly the babiest of creatures

[safert0fu]

nothing suspicious here, definitely didn't interrupt anything.

[crowleys-curl]

Squeeee!!! 🤗

Sweet Dreams!

New Comic is coming out... soon!

Aziraphale and Crowley sleep together (hehehe). Well, Crowley sleeps. And with sleep come the nightmares. But Aziraphale, ever the protective angel, is happy to cuddle them away, until they turn into entirely different dreams… ~a self-indulgent story full of fluff, smut and feels.

If you can't wait for it to come out, check my Patreon for work in progress content and more fluff and smut! See you there :3

All posts under #Vavoom Sweet Dreams

[munibani]

@terminatrs sent: ❝ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❞ @ sari

" I might be small, but I know how to take care of myself! " Sari kept the key close to her, she wasn't sure WHAT was going on, but she knew it wasn't good at all. Having been separated from the guys she was all by herself, nothing nor no one to help her, cept for this stranger. She knew the cons had to be behind this some how.

"What about you? You shouldn't be out here by yourself! The autobots are going to help make sure everything is okay you know? They are the heroes around here!" Sari spoke with pride in her voice as she thought of her friends, they know how to take care of themselves and work together as a team to take on whatever comes their way. She only hope that they weren't freaking out too much that she wasn't with them. Her key was definitely leading her somewhere, but she wasn't sure were just yet.

" I'm sorry mister, but I'm in a little hurry. I gotta find my friends that are still out here somewhere. "

[heymacy]

i was tagged by @depressedstressedlemonzest, @xninetiestrendx, @creepkinginc, @energievie, @mishervellous, and @heymrspatel (hi ily’all 💛) to do this fun aesthetic moodboard challenge!

rules: google “[your favorite season] + [your favorite color] + aesthetic", select four (or more) pictures and create a personalized moodboard

autumn + green + aesthetic, aka a whole ass vibe 🌿

i’m tagging @gardenerian, @iansfreckles, @greggster, @metalheadmickey, @whatwouldmickeydo, @gallawitchxx, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @7x10mickey, @squidyyy23, @y0itsbri, @vintagelacerosette, @howlinchickhowl, @rereadanon, @crossmydna, @lalazeewrites, @thisdivorce, & @sickness-health-all-that-shit 💛

[deathfavor]

@sortilegii said: for the object prompt : the red crystal shaped akin to a rose from parma to dreya !

leave an object & see my muse react - assumed anonymous unless you specify your muse gives it

Space shifts when something new enters the fray – though it is not new as in novel, simply upon arrival that it fills an area that had previously been empty. But Dreya has come to know that presence well from visits and chats. His arrival draws her consciousness back together in active engagement with this realm from she’s sat upon an axillary sphere made of stardust and metal. It’s a picturesque scene to bear witness upon the landscape of ragged rocks and space bathed in a red glow while above the horizon Dreya is relaxed within the rings that surround her, elegance surrounding her horror with legs tucked neatly off the edge of the metal rings and her hands folded in her lap. 

Yet the moment he enters this realm it is as if she knows. ( She does. The Perishing Star knows all of this, it is not blinded to such change. ) It tugs her consciousness back together into more solidified forms as she turns her head towards him and stands from her throne in the sky. ( Humans, greedy and ignoble as they were, would likely take it as some form of hubris rather than for the simply fact it granted better perception or was simply enjoyed more. ) A few steps carry her down when space and gravity bend knees to her whims and let her cross great distance in only a few steps till she stands only a small distance apart. 

“ Parma. “ His name eases off her tongue with refined grace and echoes in the space between stars as if the universe itself chose to welcome him by name. For all her knowledge though, she couldn’t have predicted his intentions when he extends a gift towards her. 

( Even in her knowledge and memories, there is no data to draw a connection to. This is new. ) 

She accepts the crystal rose with delicate care. To her surprise and delight, the cool surface of the crystal seems unfazed by her. Real plants could live and die in a single day beside her or take a decade to do what they could ordinarily in a week. This one remains pristine and gorgeous in her hands. It is as immortal as she is, although not likely as sturdy. But that was part of its beauty. Even the stars did not last forever. A smile dares to touches upon her lips. 

“ You made this?  “ A question not of doubt, but an offer to the stage to speak about it if he so desired. She would listen with rapt interest if he did just as she would for anything he cared to speak of with her. It has been so long since she’s had something to claim as her own. Not since she had become this all those ages ago. She marvels at its craftsmanship, in the vibrantly saturated color and careful cut and shaping. It is a testament to skill, both the creation of the base crystal and to how he had carved it. 

It's held with intentional care, the smile not flickering away as she closes the gap between them further. She presses her lips against his cheek to bestow upon him an ethereal kiss, drawing back only slightly to speak two simple words.  “  Thank you. “ 

[crowleys-curl]

Lush

The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.

[strywoven]

closed. / @wastelandsrunaway

❝ Soooo , ❞ Kaen ( rudely ) snatches the book out of their long-time friend’s hands , popping their head into frame and giving her a POINT LOOK with blue hues peering over the rim of their glasses.  ❝ When were ye gonna tell me ‘bout t h i s , huh ? ❞  In place of the book , Kaen drops a missing poster into Angel’s lap.  Although weathered and worn , her image and name is still rather PLAINLY IMPRINTED upon the parchment’s tattered face , alongside a reward for return.  Before she can start making up excuses , Kaen holds up a scarred hand , ❝ Hey , Ah dun’ really care , but it woulda been n i c e o’ ye ta’ tell me tha’ people’re lookin’ fer ye , tha’s all. ❞  They sigh as they plop down into a chair nearby , crossing their arms , huffing a laugh , ❝ Ah guess tha’ means we’re both in th’ same fucked up boat , huh ?  Considered missin’ but dun’ really wanna be found. ❞

There’s a silence that follows , Kaen’s gaze settled on the poster for a good few moments before they look up again to Angel , giving her a reassuring smile.  ❝ This ‘s jus’ e’en more o’ a reason fer us ta’ stick t’gether , ❞ They say , leaning forward in their seat , eyes bright , ❝ An’ if no-one’s got us , we at least got each other , right ? ❞  It’s going to be a sure-shot for TROUBLE , but that’s never stopped either of them afore.

[shubaka]

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[safert0fu]

what if you could find shelter somewhere in me, and i great comfort in you? ♪

[crowleys-curl]

Exquisite accompaniment to an unforgettable fic

Pray For Us, Icarus a Good Omens Fanfiction Series by Atalan

For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

Read the series here and check out my rec here

[winterslght]

@godsdefied wanted starters // bucky barnes

erika’s heart was beating out of her chest, anxiety making her feel like she was about to throw up. things with bucky had been going so well, after they’d finally defeated thanos, things had slowed down considerably. 

enough for them to finally, finally have the time to really get to know each other all over again, which felt— strange. they’d spend so much time together under the influence of hydra, and after they both finally found themselves, they’d also found their way back to each other. which was why she had to start this conversation. she couldn’t keep this from him any longer. 

the blonde looked up as she felt him approach, but she made sure to avoid those stormy blue eyes. 

“hey— can we— i need to tell you something…”

[relentlesslycravingsummer]

you are trying. you sit with your demons for tea, the whole day passes, yet you do not speak. you do not do anything. but i know, you are trying to live. in your own way. i hope you achieve the freedom you dream of. i hope you forgive yourself before the mirror. i hope you hope. and never stop trying.

[shoyudon]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 .ᐟ

when their baby doesn't recognize them after they come home from a long mission.

starring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x fem! reader

heads up. pure fluff, your child with toji is baby gumi :D

note. this is how everything should have been :< anyways, just an information, my blog now runs on queue so, i'm grind writing before i get too busy for everything since my finals are coming up! chap 259 leaks got me on my knees and telling my friends i needed a whole ass break, gege when i catch u gege.

──────〃★ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

"i'm home!" gojo's cheery voice rings out throughout his warm home, despite his fatigue catching up with him. he drops a few crown colored paper bags on top of the kitchen counter — his nostrils twitching at the smell of your home cooked meal that he's grown to miss a lot during his mission.

trotting down the hall, he could vividly hear the distinct voices of both you and his daughter's loud laughter, with a big smile he grips onto the door handle of his daughter's nursery and pulls it down eagerly, "daddy's home!"

you looked at the door in surprise, not hearing his call just a few minutes ago, "satoru? you're home!" you marvel out, happily. nose scrunching in just slightly — your daughter sat on the play mat, eyebrows furrowed and she shows no signs of happiness or excitement like you did.

gojo went in and engulfed you into a tight hug, "hi sweetie," he whispers, kissing your temple — his slender fingers squeezing your hips, "i missed you both so much, y'know?"

returning the hug, you inhaled his scent, "we missed you too, 'toru, i was wondering when you'd be home," gojo cupped your face, pecking your lips multiple times.

"'m home now, baby," his vague whispers enters your ear.

gojo's head turns to see his daughter, who has strands of white hair just like his along with her deep blue eyes, staring back at him in worry — and a tinge of suspicion glazing over them. she babbles in concern, pointing at you as a signal to come for her.

instead of you, gojo stepped towards her little figure, resulting in an erupt of loud wail. he flinched at the loud cry and got on his knees, slipping his big hands under his daughter's pits to pull her closer, "hey, hey . . . why're you crying, baby?"

her wails got worse along with a few kicks here and there, gojo turns to look at you in concern, wondering what was wrong with her, his deep blue eyes silently begging for help, "hey, shh. 'ts okay, daddy's here," he cooed in panic.

chuckling softly, you gently grabbed her away from him, "i think she might have forgotten you, 'toru. you've been gone for too long, y'know?" instantly, your daughter calms down, feeling your familiar grip on her, teary doe eyes suspiciously eyeing gojo up and down.

gojo's face fell, "babies have short term memory? i was gone for two weeks," he softly whispers.

you caressed his face, "'ts okay, love. it takes time, she'll eventually remember her daddy, won't you, princess?" your daughter swiveled her face away into your neck, peeking at gojo curiously every now and then.

"can i hold her, please?" he questions, almost desperately. he was gone for more than two weeks — and all he wanted was to coddle his wife and daughter, and yet, here he was; a stranger to his own five month old daughter.

you nodded, "mhm, take it slow, she'll remember you . . ."

gojo gently grabs her from your grip, cooing softly at her as she squirms a bit, crunching her short and chubby legs up. she wasn't crying, yet. but her blue eyes were staring into gojo deeply, as if she was assessing everything, "bwa!"

she began kicking her legs happily. the corner of gojo's lips tugged upwards slowly, "do you remember me now? hm? you remember daddy now?" he cooed, shaking his head gently before nuzzling his nose into her belly.

the interaction made you smile warmly. gojo who was once exhausted with fatigue chasing his tail, now all freshened up with a fatherly smile on his face, "made me all sad for a second, you silly bean," he chuckles, cradling her in his arms.

as he cooed, you could see your daughter giggling loudly, her body reacting to his words as if she understood them. all she saw was his smile and she's a laughing matter. brushing your fingers through gojo's hair, you whisper, "go shower, you're stinky, 'toru."

"mama's being mean, isn't she? daddy don't stink, right?" gojo jokes, "isn't it supposed to be her bed time now?"

you nodded, "i wanted her to see you, at least for a bit," gojo smiled at your thoughtfulness and pressed your daughter to his hip, using his free hand to pull you closer — he wrapped an arm around you, moving side-to-side slowly and without realizing; the slight movement made the baby drowsy, her eyelids drooping down slowly.

and before the both of you know, her soft snores resounded, cheek leaned onto gojo's shoulder as her arms went limp by her side. you chuckled, kissing her other cheek, "i leave you to lay her down in the crib then."

──────〃★ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

"baby, why is he staring at me like that?" geto questions softly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looks back into his six month old son's (eye color) eyes in exhaustion.

just fifteen minutes ago, he had gotten back home after almost a three week mission — dropping his bags onto the couch, he greets you with a tight hug and a kiss on the lips, like he usually does every other day. on the other hand, greeting his not-so newborn son was a different experience, geto had his palm on the baby's head who was sitting on the his feeding chair. squatting down, all he got was an odd stare.

"you've been gone for almost a month, sugu'. he probably has a foggy memory of you," you explain, brushing your index finger over the baby's chubby cheek as his stare never bailed on getos' sitting figure across the table.

geto sighs, nodding his head, "if i get close, he won't cry, right?" he wouldn't say it out loud — but he often feared that this would happen at some point, his own son forgetting about him after a mission. given his job as a sorcerer, he'd have to go out on missions often, and some of them . . . don't exactly finish in a short amount of time. like this one.

"'m not sure, baby. why don't you come here and stop acting like you're our enemy?" you smiled at him, wiping the corner of your baby's stained lips, "'m pretty sure he's trying to remember your face! isn't that right, love? you won't forget your papa, will you?"

geto ascended from the chair, slowly stepping closer to both you and your son. he squats down in front of your son momentarily, "hi buddy," he gave out a small tired smile.

your son scrunched his face up slightly, eyes narrowing. you almost chuckled at the sight of geto's puckered lips, "you don't remember papa? 'm sad, y'know?" his voice softly cooed out, his finger reaching out to trace his baby's small button like nose.

as if your son realized that this was his father upon the soft touch on his nose, his face was no longer scrunched up, eyes returning back to normal — the difference? his toothless grin pops up, raspy laughter escaping his throat. geto smiles back in response, "yes, you do remember me, my baby boy."

geto stands up, carrying your son up from his feeding chair; not even caring about the mess on his son's tiny little bib. at this point, geto just wanted to hold his own flesh and blood, "papa missed you so much, y'know?" he whispers, pressing gentle kisses onto the baby's head.

your lips formed a smile in reflex, "see? he was just trying to remember you," geto chuckles out softly, nodding his head.

the then house that was filled with loud babbles and gargles of a baby refusing to eat, is now filled with euphoric laughter — it just felt magical. and watching your husband cradle your baby just felt like home, all you could do was stare at them both with much affection.

"bwaa! bababa!"

"mhm, that's right—" geto acknowledged calmly, rocking your son back and forth gently, "you're eating well, aren't you? look at the mess you made for mama. don't give her a tough time when papa's not home, 'lright?"

your son kicked his little legs downwards in response, his giggles loud and clear. geto took that as a yes to his question and nodded proudly, placing another gentle kiss to the baby's forehead.

──────〃★ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

toji's job is a little questionable. all his life, he's never thought of settling in with a woman, marrying her, and having a son of his own — it all happened so fast. but toji has never really thought of it as a bad thing in the first place. he has a wife waiting for him everyday at home with his son to welcome him, it all felt unreal.

"hey," he mumbles out, leaning down to let you press a kiss on his cheek like you always do — once you did, toji returns the kiss on your lips, "missed you."

you leaned your forehead into his, "i missed you too, toji."

"ma!" a high-pitched voice attracted both of your attention, craning your neck to the side, you saw your one year old son peeking from behind the wall, timidly eyeing the stranger beside you — speaking of toji, by the way.

"gumi, come here," you beckoned him to come over, but the toddler stays in his spot, his little fingers grasping onto the corner of the wall as his eyes pierced onto toji's large figure. sensing his discomfort, you pulled yourself away from toji to approach megumi.

"what's wrong, baby?" you squat down to his eye level, gently grabbing him by his waist, "is something bothering you?" your questions went unanswered — but you figured it had to do something with toji as megumi's eyes never left him.

"baby, that's daddy. your daddy," you can't help but to chuckle softly, carrying the toddler into your arms; pressed to your hip. megumi didn't falter back or trashed, already accustomed to your touch. although you felt his little body tremble when you walked back over to toji, "don't you miss daddy? he's back!"

"dada?" megumi exclaims in a confused tone, patting your cheeks with his chubby little fingers, his toddler mind in a swirl of turmoil. still unconvinced at the fact that this big and tall stranger is his father, despite the same identical hair.

"mhm, that's dada," you point at toji, who has been awkwardly standing a in the same spot now — toji sighs and strides over to you, making megumi narrow his eyes in reflex, "dada, dada's home."

toji extended his finger and poked megumi's cheek teasingly with a straight face, "y' don't even remember your old man, huh?"

megumi scowls deeply, his nose scrunching; resulting in toji's satisfied smirk — the older man prompted to do the same thing again, poking megumi's cheek once more, like he always does to mess with him, "i made you, you little punk," toji rolls his eyes.

"dada!" megumi yells out in frustration, as if he now remembered that his father — toji, the same person who would always mess with him is now right back beyond his eyes, "dada dada!"

toji closened his index finger to megumi's face, and megumi instinctively wrapped his little fingers around toji's index finger, as if saying 'no!'

toji's face warmed up at the sight, and so he curled his finger to bring megumi's hand into his large one, "y'r old man missed you, y'know?" he mutters out gruffly, brushing megumi's cheek gently; so gently he's managed to surprise himself a couple of times.

"aww, he remembers you now, toji."

toji scoffs lightly, a small smile gracing his lips, "guess he does remember."

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