#yamisnuffles

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

hi! do you perhaps have a photo of crowley's tattoo in high quality? I'm considering getting it tattooed, and I'd love it to be as accurate as possible :)! and also thank you for keeping this account going! you're a huge gift to our community :D your posts always cheer me up :)

Hiya! :) Thank you, very happy you like blog :) ❤. How's this?

Yamisnuffles has a great rendition of it :)❤

[feralkwe]

An """""AU""""" where Elidibun is real, current time.

were all the quotation marks necessary? must you grind this in and wear at my willpower? (the answer is yes and why you are my bestie)

au where elidibun au isn't an au:

1. as you were kind to point out, given the timeline i've established, she would not know until the end of the dawntrail msq, possibly into the patch content. thus, she's able to move through all that happened relatively unaffected by it. possibly a little run down, but in no way she can attribute to anything other than the general realities of the circumstances of the plot. she's been able to just enjoy the adventure for adventure's sake, focus on healing, helping wuk lamat, and the utter whiplash that is her ever-complicating relationship with urianger and thancred, though that is still very much in the background. it would still need to be y'shtola who works it out, however that does or does not fit into the way lore and y'shtola's aetheric vision works. without y'shtola's part here, there would be a lot of confusion, as you might imagine lol.

2. this would... undo a lot of the peace she's found in dawntrail. the foundation of her being able to put elidibus in the past, remember him with only joy instead of pain, and look to the future being shaken by that one fucking moment on the gondola with g'raha, there would definitely be a period of unraveling. it would initially break much of what she's managed to heal. the temptation to go back in time again, or even to find a way to bring him back, would rear up hard, and it would take a lot to bring her back from the realization that none of that is possible. thankfully, i genuinely think that reconnecting with and patching up her friendship with g'raha would be a boon here.

3. the fragile are-they-or-aren't-they of kit/urianger/thancred would initially upset, just like in my actual au story. however, i think koana's position in things (whatever that looks like, i still don't know because fuck you squenix) will be in their favor. given how much those two respect koana, i can easily see him being able to coax thancred through his initial, bitter reaction more quickly than happened in "dream on." thancred would have his moment of "for once i am going to do the right thing without royal-guardedly fucking it up first" much faster, and he and urianger would shift into supportive dads much faster.

4. unless the patches give me reason to decide otherwise, i'm gonna go ahead and say elidibun is born in tuliyollal. in her way of finding and creating utter joy in everything she does, i think wuk lamat (and probably koana, too) would be insistent, and kit unable to say no. she's healed here, and while i cannot see her ever settling in one place indefinitely, given her hand in instilling peace there, and urianger and thancred's, uh, appreciation for it, it seems like the right place for this chapter of their life to take place. her legend isn't quite as large in tuliyollal, which would give them a modicum of privacy they may not find elsewhere. given the sheer volume of questions sure to arise, they will take whatever shreds of it they can get.

5. while i am pretty sure kit has never wanted to be a mother, she will come to love it. certainly a journey rife with anguish and grief, i have no doubts she will find joy in it. it is, after all, another adventure, and with the support of her friends around her and experience she has, she will make it work without giving up her traveler's soul's desires or thirst to see the world. in a way she will see it as part of the fulfillment of her promise to remember. a part of elidibus--a part born of a single moment of love--will live on. some element of it--the utterly cruel hand fate dealt him--will always quietly devastate her. she will always regret his absence and lament that by his sacrifices he was denied this, too. she will ensure that hora sees the world that his father gave everything to save, even if it was not the world he envisioned. and when he is old enough to understand, she will tell him the truth, all of it, and ensure that he never doubts that his very existence is possible because so many people loved so deeply.

thanks for the ask, but also fuck you (affectionate) because i am crying in a diner writing this. byyyyye!

[perfectlyineffable]

Absolute perfection 😍🏳️‍🌈😈🏳️‍⚧️

Also, just going to drop this link here in case anyone wants a similar shirt to Crowley...

PRIDEMONTH

[akayna]

Tagged by @teacuprevelry ... This will be a little difficult because I very regularly delete saved pics after I have shared them with whoever I saved them for due to my refusal to pay for more space on the google cloud drive thingy...

But here goes nothin'

These have actually been on my phone for YEARS. I'm talking circa 2019-2021.

Anyway, you're up: @its-just-boo @env0 @animatedsentientmeat @amarantoo @fabledanarchy2 @htr2a @its-conigs @kadertins @lordgroose @lollygagtill @octopusonparade @moss-wizard @oikoumenee @rickyray3 @try5t @astro-pterodactyl @the-night-wizard @therebelgalaxy @yamisnuffles @lov-ally @parks641 and literally anyone else who sees this!

[crvwly]

Are there any post S2 good omens fics you could recommend? WIPs are fine, I’m just starving out here!! ❤️

yessss omg i have some treats for youuuu

There Must Be Something by @infinitysided, a fantastic 1941 road... help... fic

how do we turn on the light? by @moonyinpisces is an incredibly well-written WIP about the second coming !!! OBSESSED

Put Out the Stars by gaslightgallows

and my favorite at the moment: post s2 we're-fucking-but-not-together fics (read the tags !!!!!)

For Want of Words by yamisnuffles

A Bit of a Gray Area by princip1914

and though i burn, how could i fall? (when i am lifted by every word you say to me) by shadoweddepths

White on White by twilightcitysky

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Hope you're having a good time on the planet!

Are there any fics where the 1941 magic show goes wrong? I'm mainly thinking of if Aziraphale did end up getting shot, but a fic wherein any part doesn't go as smoothly would be good. No tag limits/stuff to avoid.

I've tried looking but unfortunately people tend not to tag their fics with the episode name.

Thank you!

Here are some fics in which the magic show doesn't go as smoothly. Mind the warnings on a couple of these!...

Shoot Your Shot by Skywing80 (T)

Crowley struggles with the fact that he has to shoot a bullet at Aziraphale. The nerves eventually get to him.

Panic on the Streets of London by krowtenretsnom (G)

“Aziraphale would forgive him like he always did, but Crowley wasn’t sure if he would be able to forgive himself.” Or, Crowley can’t bring himself to shoot Aziraphale during the magic act in 1941.

And Eden Sank With Grief by Pockykierra (T)

When the gun slipped from Crowley’s shaking, sweating hands and his finger caught the trigger, the sound from it was deafening, the flash of light from it blinding. Even with his glasses, he had to close his eyes against it - though in those few milliseconds after, he began to wonder if it was actually because of how overwhelming it all was rather than the light. Whatever the reason was, his eyes were closed. And they really, really shouldn’t be. Why did he close his eyes? That was incredibly stupid of him, completely idiotic. He opened them. When he saw Aziraphale staring at him with wide-eyed surprise, a hand pressed to his bleeding, broken chest, he wished he hadn’t. or The bullet catch scene doesn't go quite as it did in the TV show

The Night of the Living Turnip by runningturnip (T)

During Aziraphale's 1941 magic show, while the miracle blocker was in place, his attempts at miracling the turnip into an inkwell didn't just fizzle out. They built up, paused in place, and when the miracle blocker timed out... Well, it turns out that a pile of increasingly frantic miracles by a somewhat panicking angel (concentrated upon a singular point) resulted in giving a turnip sentience—and little arms and legs. Of course, while Aziraphale and Crowley argued about what to do, the turnip took its first opportunity to explore the theatre and cause inadvertent mischief. Cue the Benny Hill music.

And You're To Blame by YamiSnuffles (E)

“The miraculous Bullet Catch requires the use of a trusted stooge and confidant.” As though Crowley needed the reminder. He’d looked at the manual too late but the words were burned into his memory. They existed as a testament to everything he’d done wrong. He didn’t appreciate having them thrown in his face and he made it known with a curl of his lip that bared still sharp teeth. “To be successful, perhaps. Did that look like a successful trick to you?” - The Bullet Catch goes terribly wrong and Crowley shoots Aziraphale. Crowley has to find a way forward in a world where he discorporated his best friend.

You Blow My Mind Away! by MimeOfATime (M)

The amazing magic act of Fell the Marvelous goes wrong.

- Mod D

[icescrabblerjerky]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern! (I’d take it literally and just do the first sentence but if I feel like it works better with the first two sentences, that’s what you’ll get lol)

(I was tagged by @yamisnuffles)

Looking through the Keyhole

Eris had set up their workstation to exacting standards, materials placed out in meticulous order and detailed diagrams of their plans set upon a separate desk, apart from the surface upon which they meant to create.

2. The Illusion of Choice

The first time Cazador sent him out he tried to escape.

3. Goodbye to my Good Side

Before the beginning of the end of the world Grant might have been able to tell that Lark and Sparrow were planning something.

4. All Out of Excuses

She was just so damned tired.

5. Sharp

Darryl’s big thing is always going on about how everyone deserves love.

6. Tomorrow's Bread

The Steppe winds whipped Gideon’s hair across her face and threatened to get caught in the frames of her glasses - cool but not biting despite its strength, not with the sturdy coat of the Mol she had wrapped around her shoulders and the warm buzz of the fermented milk she’d allowed herself to drink in the celebration of their victory.

7. The Culinary Adventures of Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep (Wizard)

Day 1:

In my experience (which is extensive on matters of magic, but not so much on that of living rough) one must make the best of one’s circumstances, and this is not at all limited to food! However, in this case, it is about food, unfortunately for all of us.

8. Good Morning

G’raha woke when the first fingers of sunlight hit the pillow of the room in the Baldesion Annex.

9. Follow in her Footsteps

He was awake, and there was, at least, no immediate pain.

10. Keeping Warm

“I don’t know how you stand it, truly,” Gideon shivered, the second scarf she’d wrapped around her neck doing nothing as far as she could tell to stop the chill from seeping into her bones.

MMmm, I think I see a pattern of scene setting - either character-wise or location-wise. Obviously it's different for things like Gale's cookbook (which is in first person and structured like an actual recipe book) and there's a definite difference in tone between my FFXIV fics and my DnDads fics - I'm sad we didn't get all the way down to any of my RQGaming ones because there's definitely a mood to those as well. But yeah. Open with something that lets you know either where you are or who you're dealing with - that tends to be how I go!

I am going to tag @makesometime, @zombolouge, @wishflower4 and @flammenkobold! Don't feel obliged but also have fun!

[leggywillow]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @theluckywizard, I actually have something I'm working on today! I'm picking at a Dacre Trevelyan POV chapter for my next Dragon Age fanfic. A templar in Kirkwall, he's on his way to the Chantry to warn his brother about the rumors that the grand cleric is in danger, and he bumps into the Champion...

WIP snippet under the cut!

          When he hauled the great doors open, he found himself face to face with Vivian Hawke, the scion of the Amell family that had risen from the ashes to reclaim its position in Kirkwall’s high society. The Champion of Kirkwall did not dress like her noble peers, wearing a worn grey overcoat that looked several decades beyond its better days, but the staff she now boldly carried—flaunted, perhaps—made her impossible to mistake. No simple walking stick, the twisted wooden stave ended in gold-painted metal talons that gripped a red stone. Feathers and baubles had been tied around the talons like the arcana of some hedge mage. Dacre had enough experience with magical objects to know they were strictly decorative, and he knew enough of Hawke to suspect she was trying to stand out on purpose.

          Almost reverent despite himself, Dacre bowed his head to Hawke. “Champion,” he greeted in a murmur.

          Hawke gave him a rakish grin and a salute that felt more than a little like a joke at his expense. “At ease, soldier,” she said. She strode through the heavy door as he held it open, with a tall, thin man at her heels.

          Dacre met the man’s eyes. They were a striking amber, the only bright features in an otherwise drawn face. The man’s lips curled into the faintest sneer upon seeing the armor that Dacre wore, and Dacre would swear that he saw an eerie light flash across those amber eyes.

          Dacre overheard a snippet of their conversation as they passed. “Well, did you find a balm for your soul anywhere in there?” Hawke asked, her voice taking a theatrical tone that was not her own as she clearly mocked someone else’s words.

          “You’d be surprised,” the man answered quietly.

          Dacre put the Champion and her lackey out of his mind, returning his thoughts to the reason he was there.

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Tagging @feralkwe, @yamisnuffles, @icescrabblerjerky, and anybody at all who might want to!

[swtorpadawan]

“Killing that beast was your ritual blooding – so you’re already Mandalorian in spirit if not in name.” Mandalore declared proudly. Xadya had just returned to the Spirit of Vengeance from Dromund Kaas, having slain a mighty creature that had dwelled in the caves of that dark world for years if not centuries.

The job had been a final test for the hunter. One she’d passed with flying colors.

“Now do me the honor of joining my brothers and sisters in the great clan.”

Tagging - @catierambles @yamisnuffles @rhomellegacy @shabre-legacy @freebirdcreates @cinlat

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Is there a clean art version of Crowley's tattoo anywhere?

Hiya! An official? I dont think so, but Yamisnuffles has a great rendition of it :)❤

[feralkwe]

For the prompts, "Do you remember anything at all?" ;D

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY THANKS I PROBABLY DESERVED THIS.

Elidibus' eyes--Ardbert's eyes--shifted from cold and narrowed to... something else entirely. They softened, a desperation evolving where heartbeats ago only rage reigned. He lifted them from the ground, tearing his gaze away from the fixed spot on the gleaming floor of the Ocular that passed as a substitute for meeting hers. The harsh lines of his mouth gave way for a helpless gaping as his lips tried and failed to find words.

It had to be a trick. Another ploy to manipulate her. Every step of the way since he took Ardbert's body and became a cruel mockery of the only friend she'd had for so long on the First was a thread of mind games and schemes. She could not trust it, even as his eyes seemed to beseech her. Even as he appeared frantic. The fist he curled at his side loosened. It had to be a ruse to get her to drop her guard. Her hands tightened on the haft of her axe.

"You?" The hatred, the chill disappeared from his voice, and if she hadn't known better she could have sworn it was replaced with earnestness.

Kit narrowed her eyes at him. It was too soon for this. Too soon since she and Ardbert had rejoined and put an axe of light through Emet-Selch's chest. Too soon to be feeling every parallel of that impossible position again. "Stop it!" She shook her head hard from side to side. "Whatever you're doing, it won't work."

But his expression did not give way. Instead he gasped, his eyes going somewhere she could not follow. "You..." he shook his head as if he could rattle himself free of whatever it was that suddenly plagued him. "You were there and we..." He nearly doubled forward, his pain so convincing that she let herself lower her axe. He lifted his eyes to the vaulted ceiling and let out a pained moan. "We were in love."

Kit recoiled, horror twisting her face. "Love?" It winded her, tearing breath from her lungs with the cruelty. But that was him, that was Elidibus. He would stop at nothing to rattle her, to weaken her resolve. "I'm not her," she managed. More grateful than before that Hythlodaeus had gifted her those crystals, that history. "I'm not Azem."

"No!" He sliced a hand through the air, anger heating his expression again. "Not... Azem." He stumbled over it, his face crumpling in confusion. "Her familiar." He shook his head again. "No, no that's... that's not..." He lurched forward, shifting his weight but a step in her direction, jamming a finger toward her. "It was you but... but that's impossible."

Kit's mouth worked as she grasped at anything she could say. "Elidibus," she breathed. Her heart was breaking for him, and despite herself, despite the way she knew this was just a trick, her hands fell to her side, her axe loose in the grip of one.

He snatched a breath at the sound of his name. His eyes lit with recognition. "Yes. Yes, you knew me. You knew my name. But... but..." He scrubbed at his face with the heels of his stolen hands. "Your purple hair and purple eyes and you cried out when we..."

"No." She clenched her eyes, the pain too much to bear. This wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Life could not send her one more foe in the form of a broken man desperate for her to know things she had no way of recalling. "That was over twelve-thousand years ago. That wasn't me."

"It was!" Grief overtook his expression and he stepped quickly forward as if chasing something that was running from him. She backed away in equal measure, one step, then two, then stopped, letting him close the distance for reasons she could only guess at. His hands gripped her upper arms. "I loved you. No, I... do. I... if you could just..."

It happened faster than she could register it. He leaned up and in, pressing Ardbert's mouth to hers. Desperate. Frantic. Hard and bruising, but a plea poured from his lips to hers all the same. For a moment she let it happen, let him pull her against him as he begged her for something which was impossible to give. Had it not been for the tears she might have still thought it a malicious trick. But it wasn't. Whatever he saw, whatever he remembered, it was real to him. His heartbreak was as real as the mission that put them at a cross purpose.

He leaned back, breathless, wild eyes searching her face for something he obviously could not find. "Do you remember anything at all? Please?"

She pulled away, twisting free of his grip, trying to regain her breath. "I'm sorry."

As quickly as it had softened, his face went hard again. Rage filled his eyes and his chest heaved. "Useless!" he yelled, the sound reverberating off the walls. He ducked his head and pinched the bridge of his nose and spun about. "You're useless to me! Except in the one way that only your death can bring." He swung his hand through the air once more, like he could disrupt reality and rewrite it how he needed it to be. "It doesn't matter! You don't matter! Not compared to them!" He looked back to her, the familiar red glyph flashing across Ardbert's face. "Even if you did, I... I am Elidibus! I will strike you down I will restore Zodiark! I will free them! I am Elidibus!" He swung his head wildly back and forth. "Even should you lose all that is dear to you. Even should it cost you your life. You bear the burden and fight on, kicking and screaming until your last breath is spent!"

Kit bowed her head, eyes fluttering shut and lashes brushing her cheek as Ardbert's voice rang from deep inside of her mind. Wind began to whip around the room, tossing her hair about as he gave her quiet assurances of the strength she needed. When she opened her eyes, Elidibus had lifted from the ground, brilliant light shining about him. Rattled and shaken to the depths of her partially rejoined soul, she lifted her axe. There was nothing she could do to ease his pain or stymie his delusion. Already she mourned him, wished she could offer him the help he sought from her instead of the only thing she had to offer. Already, she lamented what she knew she had to do. Again. The world was not big enough for both of them any longer.

[blue-posey]

The Little Angel ♥️🖤

A request from Patreon for our ineffable idiots in the style of The Little Prince. I like how noodle snakes are in that style, so I couldn't resist a little scene from atop the walls of Eden.

[akayna]

I decided the bottom half of this pic of me looked like an album cover, so I opened Wikipedia and hit random twice, taking one word from each article name it took me to and made it the title of my fake album.

Ooh! New (old) tag game!

Grab a recent picture you took, crop it to a square and slap a filter on it

Open wikipedia and hit random

Select a word from that article's title

Hit random again

Select a word from that article's title

(you may do a third round if you desire)

Slap your username and the words onto your photo

Upload to tumblr.com and tag people to do it

Weee!!

Tagging: literally anyone who sees this and wants to have a lil fun. But I'ma try to capture as many as I can think off the top of my head. Please do not take offense if I missed you. Pretend I didn't. Kkthxbai

@its-just-boo @animatedsentientmeat @a-ya-92 @env0 @env0 @fabledanarchy2 @heart-in-atrophyy @incrediblefiction @kadertins @lollygagtill @little-birds-three @moss-wizard @octopusonparade @onestepfootstep @spookydeetzx @thesparks @surethatsoundsgay @try5t @teacuprevelry @witchy-vibes96 @yamisnuffles @ptarm @bakedsailor @barillapasta @mbrainspaz @therebelgalaxy @algorhytym @backgroundagent3 @donttouchthestache

[fromheaventoearthcoloring]

Here's a sneak peek of one of the pages of the coloring book! 

A little Regency courting courtesy of @yamisnuffles! yamisnuffles  - (Tumblr)

[aziraphales-library]

Hi, love all the work you've been doing here 😊 Do you have any fics which is set after the Fall, either through the years or Modern Day, where both Crowley and Aziraphale are both Angels?

Hello. We have our #crowley didn’t fall and #angel crowley tags, so check those out. Here are some where both Aziraphale and Crowley are angels...

In The Beginning by YamiSnuffles (T)

There once was an angel who didn’t fall. He didn’t make a million mile freestyle dive into a pool of boiling sulphur. He didn’t even saunter vaguely downward, so much as vaguely… leftward. When the Almighty started to get snippy with his never ending questions, he drifted back to the stars. When it seemed like things were coming to a head and the other angels started to fight, he got right out of the way. He fell back into the vast expanse of space to wait things out. - Or, a seraph named Salathiel (who would later be known as Crowley), visits the garden of Eden.

Part 1 of the Too Much of a Good Thing series

A Question of Faith by lordvoldemortsnipple (NR)

It’s a miracle Crowley hasn’t Fallen yet, with the amount of doubts he has. There might be enough on Earth to make him question his faith, but with fine wine and good company, it’s easy to toe the line.

Starstruck by Atalan (T)

Aziraphale wasn't one of the angels tasked with creation. He wasn't ever expected to create anything new, but as it happened, he already had, though no-one (including him) realised it.

He had, completely on his own and with very little fuss, invented being desperately, hopelessly in love with someone who didn't even know his name.

AU. Aziraphale gets a shock when he runs into the Archangel Raphael in the Garden, especially since he's calling himself "Crowley" and pretending to be just any old ordinary angel. Meanwhile Crowley just wants someone to appreciate him for himself without all the convoluted power games of Heaven...

Shifting Heaven and Earth by BuggreAlleThis (T)

For most of history, since he narrowly avoiding Falling from Heaven with Lucifer, Crowley has been working for the Angelic Corruption Unit. This ended up being far more boring than he hoped it would be, but things change when he is assigned to go undercover on Earth. His mission is to investigate Aziraphale, an infamous angel who has been on Earth since its Creation, and whom Heaven is sure is guilty of corruption or dereliction of duty. He soon discovers that life on Earth is far more complicated than he'd been led to imagine, especially when Aziraphale's demonic counterpart, Hastur, arrives on the scene.

- Mod D

[mizgirl100880]

Writing pattern tag game!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern! (I’d take it literally and just do the first sentence but if I feel like it works better with the first two sentences, that’s what you’ll get lol)

Only doing this cuz @theravenmuse tagged me and it seemed kinda interesting.

(1) I Was Wrong: It had been a very cold morning. Crowley hadn't bothered getting out of bed to water the plants yet.

(2) It's Always Too Late: The Mayfair flat was empty. As the (still new) archangel walked through the halls, he felt cold.

(3) Some Things Do Last Forever: As supreme archangel, Aziraphale didn't have to participate in The Final Battle. And frankly, he hadn't wanted to.

(4) A Bundle Of Joy, Scales & Feathers: Supernatural entities, in theory, were not like humans. However, when said beings are issued bodies to mimic those of humans, things become a bit murky.

(5) An Unexpected Reunion: Aziraphale and Crowley had intended on having their picnic today at St. James Park, but a storm appeared at the very last moment.

(6) Mine: The main thing Aziraphale loved the most about the world not ending and basically being fired, was that she was free to do whatever she pleased, with no need to worry about getting in trouble because of it.

(7) Always With You: The day had been a nice one, so far, as Crowley pulled up to the bookshop to pick up Aziraphale. Since the world hadn't ended, the angel thought there was no better time to have that picnic he had mentioned many decades ago.

(8) Stop To Breathe: The pair boarded the bus, nodding to the driver before taking their seats. Crowley sat closer to the window, looking as tired as he felt.

(9) I Knew You'd Understand: "Angel, tell me why it's so important that you find this specific book." Said the demon while perusing the names on the shelves.

(10) Whoops...: Dear Lord, I hope I haven't forgotten anything...

Aziraphale Zachary Fell had always been a bit of a worrywart.

And that’s it. What I’ve learned about myself with this endeavor is that, at least recently, I try setting the scene before actively diving into it with dialogue. Which was genuinely surprising for me, since anyone who has read my fics knows they’re like 90% Crowley and Aziraphale just talking to each other 😂

Tagging (not sure how many you’re supposed to tag so let’s do like 5 that I know write fics): @supergeek21 @ineffable-toreshi @holycatsandrabbits @jenanigans1207 @yamisnuffles