#the extra fakes

[spicymancer]

Gap Closer (Part 1)

Rumble vs Ranger Round 8: Beck vs Pink!

[shima-draws]

Post-Izuku getting his body back shenanigans 🤪

[irregularjohnnywiggins]

You ever have those moments where an idea just... won't leave your head?

[divineandmajesticinone]

4 MINUTES (2024) I 1.03 "I didn't think you were like this. Like what? Like this..."

[sableeira]

teen skk proudly showing off their fake IDs at a non-mafia affiliated bar when they look like the dictionary definition of people who shouldn’t be allowed near alcohol.

ref that screamed skk!!

also if you check the ages on their IDs you can calculate that I assume the story takes place in 2012 but this kind of ID was first issued in 2016…….. unfortunately I was in too deep with forging their IDs to start from scratch ✌️

[megamagimugi]

He's-a Gone

Luigi time! To suffer, that is.

(CW: character death)

This is obviously a sort of comlementary piece to I Was-a Too Late. But it's more than just that as it also illustrates a certain fun, dark what-if idea I had. Please keep reading if you're intrigued!

Lore:

Luigi's Mansion, the first game. Everything goes the same as in canon until the final boss fight, when Luigi defeats King Boo in his Bowser costume. After King Boo comes out and Luigi intends to suck him in, the villain laughs and reveals the truth: Mario's painting was an illusion, so was everything Madame Clairvoya saw. All just to mess with Luigi. Meanwhile the real Mario wasn't just captured by the Boos, he was immediately killed by them on their King's orders. The only physical thing that's left of him in this realm is the five items Luigi found - hidden by the Boos for Luigi to find, another part of King Boo's sick game.

Luigi is able to finish the fight despite his shock and grief, fueled by the anger King Boo never expected from him. After getting out of the painting the plumber discovers that it is indeed empty, no Mario or anyone else in the portrait.

Heartbroken and guit-ridden, Luigi goes back to Professor E. Gadd's lab and gives him back the Poltergust 3000. He doesn't even want to stay long enough to see what is going to happen to the ghosts. Of course the Professor tries to offer some semblance of comfort, but we all know it's not his forte.

So Luigi leaves, only taking Mario's five items with him. He notices that the mansion has disapeared without a trace. The reality of it all finally hits him, and he practically collapses onto a nearby tree's large root protruding from the ground, putting down the precious items around himself, only leaving the matching red hat and the letter in his hands. He should have known something was off. After all, the Mario he saw in the painting was wearing his hat and both gloves.

Looking at all these items, to his growing horror he can't help but imagine what exactly might have happened to his brother and what his last moments might have been like. He hugs the hat to his chest and rereads Mario's note several times, knowing that the brief warning was his brother's last words to him.

Luigi can do nothing but cry for the beloved brother he couldn't save, desperately wishing it was his warm, living and breathing body pressed to his chest rather than just a couple of his belongings.

But Mario is truly gone, apparently having met such a horrific fate that not even a single part of his body is left in the physical world.

[Good night]

…I'll leave the rest up to your imagination ;) Sorry if I got carried away with my description. Occasionally even I enjoy being a little dramatic, though I'm no writer whatsoever.

Yeah, I'm not apologizing for making this one - I was nicer to Luigi than to his bro, at least here the Mushroom Kingdom and everyone in it (except for Mario lol) is still okay!

But alas,

You can no longer play as Mario (warning: this is a video with sound)

Rest in spaghetti, funny wahoo man.

@federthenotsogreat I'm tagging you because you said you wanted more Mario art like I Was-a Too Late, thought you might like this one too!

@drones-of-innocence Also tagging you because you were interested in my idea.

Edit: Tagging a few more mutuals who might want to see this based on their reaction to my previous angsty work just in case, feel free to ignore. Or ask me to remove the tag if you want, no problem.

@silenzahra (remember, no rush) @c-lavanda @jell-o101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf

@luigixfanxayjay @itsavee4117

And you @giddlygoat just because you have a Luigi's Mansion AU and I thought you might appreciate this... Also because I'm a fan 👉👈

[autism-calzone]

waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain wait-waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain wait-waiting for the bus in the rain

[orchestrated-haunting]

Fate/the autism doc

So for the last several years I've had what my friends and I have called "the Autism doc" which is an organized list of all of the media across the Fate series (excluding audio drama cds).

Originally I made it for the friends I was trying to get into Fate, but now I'm unleashing it into the world for everyone else to use. It does not include any of the other Nasuverse titles, but I might get around to adding them at some point in time.

Anyways enjoy the culmination of a special interest and many hours.

Please send me an ask if I forgot something/need to update it because at the end of the day I'm only human. (If someone could help with all the anthologies and other manga i would owe you my life because I know that I did not get all of them)

[i-am-trying-my-best-okay]

Dad's playing chess

[asterwild]

the blue-footed booby (Sula nebouxii) is a seabird found in the tropical and sub-tropical Pacific Ocean, along the western coast of the Americas and the Galápagos Islands.

[sherokutakari]

Okay but can we have Mary meet Ed

PLEASE can we have Mary meet Ed?

[republicansexscandals]

[glmshver]

King of Heroes personally wishes luck to anyone who is about to summon him ✨

[gilgil-machine]

a small Gilgamesh appreciation post😌✨️

[atzjieun]

crash landing

summary | jieun tries her best to avoid temptation, which is incredibly difficult when there’s a devil (wooyoung) on her shoulder

date | july 2024

contains | 1.7k words, fluff

note | inspired by the ateez airport departure videos 😭

Flight days were never Jieun’s favourite. 

She’d grown accustomed to flying after years of travelling to different countries for schedules, but there was something about airports that never really sat right with her. Maybe it was the stress of making sure her carry-ons were the right weight, or the long wait times. Either way, she couldn’t wait to get on the plane. 

The moment she walked through the airport doors, Jieun was greeted by a barrage of cameras and microphones in her face. She closed her eyes as multiple shutters began going off, blinded by all the flashes. 

No. This had to be it. 

Luckily, it wasn’t long before their bodyguards began motioning for people to back away, creating a path in the middle of the crowd. One of their managers went ahead, leading the way through the sea of people with the members following close behind. 

Jieun felt a slight tug on the back of her sweater. Looking over, she noticed Yunho standing right beside her, hand placed on the nape of her neck. His gaze scanned the crowd for a moment before he looked down at her and with a small smile, offered his arm. Although covered by her mask, the corners of her mouth tugged upward as she linked arms with the older man. They made their way through the crowd together, occasionally waving to the fans that called their names from the sidelines. 

Although she’d initially rejected his offers, Jieun had become accustomed to linking arms with Yunho whenever they walked through crowded areas. It started a few months after debut, with their growing popularity resulting in heavier crowds as time went on. At some point, Yunho had made it a habit to keep contact with Jieun to ensure her safety, whether it be holding onto her hand, her shirt, or through linking their arms. She wasn’t extremely bothered by crowds, if anything it was just a bit uncomfortable, but it was clear that the small gesture gave Yunho a bit of extra reassurance, so she humoured him. 

The swim through the crowd wasn’t long as they quickly made their way to the check-in area. Once out of the crowd, Jieun unlooped her arm from Yunho’s and reached into her pocket to pull out her phone. She opened her text conversation with Sunwoo, sending him a quick message. 

Me: good luck at your concert! i’m so sorry i couldn’t attend :( 

Sunwoo’s reply came almost instantly. 

Sunwoo: it’s ok, you’re here in spirit :)  Sunwoo: thanks for the snack basket btw Sunwoo: the members finished everything already 😐

Wooyoung walked up to the girl and rested his head on her shoulder as he looked down at her phone. 

“Who ya texting?” 

“Sunwoo,” she answered without looking up. 

Me: i’ll get a bigger basket next time 😭

“Ah, right. They have a concert tonight, don’t they?” 

Jieun nodded, letting out a small sigh. Sunwoo had told her about their concert long before it was announced to the public, surely breaking some rules in the process. She’d been excited initially, but it seemed that luck wasn’t on their side as her flight was scheduled on the same day and there wouldn’t be enough time if she tried taking a later one. The two groups’ tours also overlapped too much, so she wouldn’t even be able to see the concert in a different city later on if she wanted to. 

Wooyoung picked up on the way her shoulders seemed to droop after his question, mouth lowering into a frown. 

“Sucks that we had to leave today,” he said, to which she nodded. Wooyoung stood up straight and let out a small gasp. She looked over her shoulder to see a grin spreading across the man’s face. “You know what will make you feel better?” 

Jieun raised her eyebrows slightly, silently questioning him. Wooyoung reached behind him and grabbed his luggage, holding it out to her with a wide grin. She let out a single chuckle as she looked down at the luggage, shaking her head. Wooyoung had been talking about his new luggage for weeks, bragging about how he’d be able to ride around in style while everyone else would have to walk, in his words, like peasants. 

“C’mon, try it out!” Wooyoung exclaimed. “It’s so fun- look.” He pulled up the handle of the luggage before taking a seat. Jieun stepped out of the way as Wooyoung started riding around the waiting area, much to the amusement of the reporters and fansites that began clicking photos. 

After a couple laps, Wooyoung rode back to where Jieun was standing and hopped off his luggage. He motioned for her to get on, though the girl shook her head. 

“It’s ok, I’m good,” she said, causing Wooyoung to frown.

“Boo, you’re no fun.” 

Jieun rolled her eyes lightheartedly and shook her head. She glanced towards a few of the fansites waiting on the sidelines, waving to the few that she recognized. 

After a couple minutes of waiting, she felt a buzz in her pocket and reached to grab her phone. 

Sunwoo: Wooyoung’s right, you’re no fun

She looked up from her phone to see Wooyoung on his, a smirk settled on his face as he typed away.

“Did you seriously snitch on me to Sunwoo because I didn’t wanna ride the luggage kart?” 

Wooyoung glanced up at the girl with a casual expression and lazily shrugged before looking back down at his phone. Her eyes narrowed at the man before she typed out a response.

Me: wtf Sunwoo: 🤷

She glanced over at Wooyoung, his attention turned toward the other members as he tried convincing Yunho to try out the luggage as well. The latter eventually gave in and took a seat on Wooyoung’s luggage. Jieun watched as Wooyoung showed him how to use the controls before Yunho went off to take the luggage for a spin. Yeosang, having bought the same luggage, joined and followed Yunho around. 

“Looks fun, right?” Wooyoung said from where he stood beside her. Jieun’s eyes remained forward, purposefully avoiding the man’s eyes. “C’mon, Eun-ah, you know you want to.” 

As if on cue, Yunho rode back to where the rest of the members were standing and got off the luggage. He handed it back to Wooyoung, who looked at Jieun with raised eyebrows as he awaited her response. 

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. After a few seconds of contemplation, Jieun let out a long, tired sigh and nodded. A wide smile spread across Wooyoung’s face as he pushed the luggage toward her. 

“Ok, ok, sit.” 

Unenthusiastically, Jieun took a seat on the luggage and placed her feet on both sides. She watched as Wooyoung showed her each button, how to steer, and which ones to speed up and slow down. 

“Got it?” he asked excitedly. Jieun gave a small hum in response. “Ok, let’s go.” 

Although hesitant at first, Jieun began slowly moving forward as she got used to the controls. She travelled forward a few metres before taking a U-turn and moving back. Jieun made a lap of the empty area before Yeosang put his own luggage into motion and started following the girl.  

Together, the two rode around the waiting area as their members looked on in amusement. Jieun smiled as she made laps, grateful for the mask covering her enthusiasm so she wouldn’t have to admit that Wooyoung had been, at least partially, right. She made a mental note to check out the link that Wooyoung had sent later.

However, as she turned to go back to the rest of the group, Jieun accidentally pressed the acceleration. In a quick attempt to slow herself down, she pressed on the brake, but the sudden halt caught Yeosang off-guard, who had been trailing behind her. He didn’t have enough time to stop, causing the two to crash into each other. Yeosang managed to remain steady and jumped up to avoid falling, but Jieun wasn’t so lucky. The suitcase tipped over, causing Jieun to lose her balance and fall to the ground before she had a chance to catch herself. Gasps echoed throughout the room. 

The members, who had been watching the whole time, were split between bursting into laughter and concern as a few of them went to help her up. Jieun stayed on the ground for a second, processing what just happened before she felt Seonghwa’s hand on her arm. 

“You ok, Eunnie?” he asked as she took his hand, helping her stand up. Jieun nodded and brushed herself off. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” She let out a dry laugh as blood rushed to her face. 

“Ah, Jieun, I’m sorry,” Yeosang said with a soft expression. “Are you ok?” 

Jieun blinked at the boy as she nodded sheepishly. 

“Don’t worry, I’m ok,” she reassured. Jieun reached over and picked the suitcase up off the ground, rolling it over to Wooyoung who was still bent over in laughter. “You can have it back now.” 

Wooyoung let out a sigh and stood up straight, wiping a tear away as he took the suitcase back from her. 

“Thank you. That was great, really. Thank you for that.” 

Jieun closed her eyes, breathing in for four seconds before slowly exhaling to calm herself down. After a couple cycles of this, she shook her head and let out a small chuckle. Maybe she didn’t need a new suitcase after all. 

bonus: 

A content sigh left Jieun’s lips as she slumped into one of the lounge chairs. They weren’t the most comfortable, but she was just grateful for the chance to sit and relax for a bit after going through customs and security. She put her airpods into her ears, about to close her eyes when the sound of an incoming text caught her attention. Jieun looked down at her phone to see who had messaged her.

Sunwoo: nice crash landing Sunwoo: [view attachment]

Jieun froze at the opened chat, staring down at the video playing on the screen. After a few seconds, her head slowly raised, and she stared at her members with a cold expression.

“Which one of you sent this video to Sunwoo?"

taglist: @teezingsiyeon

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Big Name Feelings

FANDOM AU! • Crowley is a BNF fic writer, and Aziraphale is a lurking artist who might be just a little parasocially in love with him. How they ever became friends is beyond him, but here they are: One month out from Prophet Con, and Crowley is asking him to be his boyfriend. Just for the weekend, of course.

Length: 103,997 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Safe in Public, Human AU, Slow Burn, Fake Relationship, Pick-me-up

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by ghostrat

*Minor Spoilers* It's here! The finale of one of the most entertaining and immersive fanworks that I have ever experienced is finally upon us! I feel like most of you who follow me here are aware of this fanfic or have read it. However, for those who haven't or might come across this post later: I'm begging you to read this one. Buckle up; it's a long post today.

So, if you're not aware, this fanfic involves writer Crowley and fan artist Aziraphale. Crowley, being ace, seeks a boyfriend to shield him from unwanted attention during an upcoming convention. Aziraphale, smitten, agrees to be the fake boyfriend. This Arrangement is sure to work out exactly as planned!

Every one of the author's stories feels cinematic to me. The worlds are always so real and immersive, but this one, in particular, will have you feeling like you're actually watching the story unfold in real life. Some of that is achieved through embedded media like chats, artwork, and Tumblr posts, bringing a sense of reality to these conversations. The rest comes from really rich prose. You'll flow through it very easily, yet deeply.

The use of fandom and a convention as the backdrop for this fic was, to be honest, genius. I've seen attempts before, but none captured the spirit quite like this one. The fandom lore for The Nice and Accurate Prophecy (the in-universe fandom they're in) was rich enough for us to fully grasp the shape and feel of why they loved it so much, yet it never impedes the ongoing story. This story perfectly captured what it's like to be a fan: how friendships develop, how ideas and fan theories are freely discussed, the passion for a shared topic. The con, in particular, will fill anyone who has ever attended a fan convention with a strong dose of nostalgia and love. Oh, and having them in their 50s? Thank you! There is no age limit to fandom!

Having Aziraphale as the artist and Crowley the writer was not the most obvious choice, but it's one that worked amazingly well for the story! Crowley struggles with words and expressing his feelings in real life. However, in stories, he can build his own world and express whatever emotions are on his mind. Aziraphale, who does not wish to draw attention to himself in real life, expresses himself through his bold and beautiful artwork. His specialization in traditional, physical artwork is so fitting for him, though he's not unwilling to try new tech. There is a scene where they stumble upon some street art that Aziraphale had done. I teared up at that scene, and it's not even angsty! Just the casualness of it, how it's not Aziraphale but Crowley who boldly leads them to it, how Aziraphale doesn't sing his own praises. He's not self-deprecating, but he doesn't celebrate his work. He's still learning that he has value that's worth celebrating. At least now he has Crowley to teach him to be proud of himself.

They are both beautifully written characters. It's a real testament to the skill of the author to bring these characters into such a different reality and have them be unmistakably Aziraphale and Crowley. Sure, they're updated for the time and setting, but their souls are still the angel and demon we know and love. This setting is an amazing way to explore the different sides of their personalities. Crowley's asexuality, in particular, was one of the best depictions I've ever read. It brought a new level of understanding to me, and I'm sure many of you will feel a kinship with him. Really pay attention to what's being said here, there's some really deep and insightful passages that are worth analyzing. Like this moment, which may have been a subconscious thought, but again speaks to how deeply the author understands the characters.

This was such an amazing experience as a fan. I've never had a fic feel like this much of an event before. Every chapter drop was so exciting; I never knew what exactly to expect. And now, with the end being over 100k words?? Where did that word count come from! That's insane! I'm sad to leave this iteration, but I'm so excited for what's to come next. So please, if you haven't read this, give it a try. It's such a impressive work, so much time and effort was put into this and you can tell. It's not only a love letter to Good Omens, but one to fandom and fanspaces as well. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this journey

There are some explicit scenes towards the end, but they are all marked and skippable, so I'd say you're perfectly fine reading this in public.

Edit from after actually seeing the finale: no I’m not tearing up it’s just really dusty in this room. I’m being so normal rn 🥹🥹🥹

Read it here, fic by ghostrat