#FIRST FIC OUT AND READY

[tennessoui]

what about some sort of buddy cop, same age, enemies to lovers au where obi-wan is a jedi and anakin is a coruscanti detective and they literally hate each other and have no respect for the other (obi-wan thinks anakin is a waste of the coruscant budget and a jedi wannabe; anakin thinks obi-wan is a pretentious space monk asshole)

(anakin has personally arrested obi-wan for speeding three times, drinking in public spaces 4 times -- the public space was a bar btw -- and indecent public exposure once. that last one was, tbh, fair cause obi-wan had his dick out in an alley way lol)

(obi-wan has literally stalked this asshole coruscanti cop off planet before and arrested him in his capacity as Jedi Knight for not using his turn signal when changing hyperspace lanes (once), for podracing betting (3 times), and for possession of a galacticly banned substance (twice))

it's not that they're obsessed with each other, it's just that something keeps forcing them together in the wildest, most unpredictable situations, and it's annoying as hell because they're completely fed up with each other

then the senate moves to have a new task force stood up to solve a series of Force-related crimes in the Coruscanti underworld. the task force would include a representative from the Jedi Temple and one from the Coruscanti guards, obviously. and really, obi-wan and anakin are the perfect choices! they're both highly intelligent, dedicated, trustworthy, and incorruptible.

if only they'd stop trying to push each other off the 51st story of coruscant and actually put their heads together to solve the crime

#kit's silly lil aus #obikin #buddy cop au #lol i hesitated posting this for like five minutes cause i was like this could be my big bang fic #but no i cant do that to my 1k outline i typed out this weekend #ANYWAY anakin was brought to coruscant by qui-gon a la phantom menace #but was not accepted into the temple #because obi-wan was already qui-gon's padawan and was only 14 and absolutely not ready for the trials #so i guess not same age same age cause obi-wan is roughly 5 years older #but i wanted them way closer in age for this one just because i think the pettiness is much more believable #pov: youre a hot shot jedi knight space monk and this hot shot coruscanti dog #keeps using YOUR Force to find you dick out in alley ways to arrest you #its unFAIR #also i love the image of fastidiously dressed jedi obi-wan faced with wearing civilian clothes off the clock black leather and holey shirt #anakin skywalker #the true question is when do they fuck and why is it like. immediately after they get their new office #like oh we have to have a working relationship? not if i fuck you first

[petite-phthora]

Can I kiss you?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 1]

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“—so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to kill him! It was an accident! He just jumped me out of nowhere and I have had bad experiences with clowns in the past so when I saw it was a clown trying to kidnap me I kinda just panicked and punched him! I swear, dude, I didn’t mean to hit him so hard—“

Jason, much too calmly, likely in some form of shock, rises from the crouched-down position he had been in to check the clown corpse’s pulse.

He had seen the poor, still rambling, twink getting grabbed from a distance and was about to step in as Red Hood, not even having been aware it was the Joker who —shouldn’t he have been in Arkham? There has been no announcement of him breaking out yet— had grabbed the guy until he had run close enough to the scene.

Which was after the guy had already been startled so badly by the Joker trying to kidnap him that he sucker punched the Joker into the wall of the alley so hard the clown died.

Said twink then realized what he had done and that he had a witness, that witness being Red Hood himself, and had started his frenzied speech on how it was an accident and to please don’t take him to jail he’s only just started his scholarship at Gotham U. and he can’t have murder on his track record yet.

Breathless, Jason looks at the nervous twink in front of him, who's still trying to plead his case, and who just obliterated the Joker with a punch.

Before his brain can catch up to his mouth, he’s already cutting the distressed monologuing off.

“Can I kiss you?” He blurts out.

Danny, taken off guard, breaks out of his panicked—oh, Ancients, I just killed someone— stupor and lets out a startled laugh.

“Take me out to dinner first” came the automatic joking reply, Danny still largely in shock of what he did.

Jason, either not picking up on the joking tone or ignoring it, nods seriously, already trying to come up with the best place for a dinner date with the cute twink to thank him for his service to the city.

Danny, who has calmed down slightly by now, glances between the red-helmed vigilante and the clown corpse. His gaze lands on Red Hood and he hesitantly speaks up again.

“So, uh, what happens now? Do I need to go to the station to make a statement orrrr?” He pauses awkwardly.

Jason, who’s still trying to figure out whether the Bat Burger would be a good place for a first date or not, doesn’t reply.

“I’ve got school in the morning and I only have like,” he pauses to check his phone for the time, “3 more hours before I have to be up for my first lesson. Soooo, I’m just gonna go. That cool?”

Again, he waits for a reply. But it doesn’t come.

“Right. Cool cool. Uh, see you later? Mr. Red Hood dude sir?” Danny gives a clumsy and awkward salute before turning tail and speed-walking away.

It’s not until 30 minutes later, once Jason has finally decided on the perfect place to take the guy to dinner to, that he realizes the twink is gone.

Fuck, he forgot to ask for the guy’s name.

…

And number.

#dp x dc #I imagine the next day danny is in his apartment and gets interrupted by a knock #on the window #and he just opens the window to find red hood outside #jason: so u ready for that dinner? #danny: ???!!?! #jason: ive got the entire night planned out for us first we’ll have dinner and then we’ll go to the gotham observatory- #danny: say no more #danny doesnt even question how red hood found out who he was and where he lives and even that he likes space #meanwhile jason spent the entire day trying to find out everything he could about the mysterious twink #he probably got tim or babs to use the cams + facial regcognition and stuff to find out everything he could abt danny #tim/babs: alright so his name’s daniel fenton and he’s been living in gotham for abt a week now cuz he started at GU and- #jason: what’s his favorite color? what are his hobbies? what does his dream date look like? give me something to work with here #dp x dc fic #well less of a fic and more of a one-shot or short prompt #just something I randomly came up with and fleshed out a little in my head during work cuz i was bored #love the idea of jason seeing twink!danny obliterating the joker with a punch and just. falling in love. immediately #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #petiteposts

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 1 - Cuteness Aggression (Aether/Dew)

Trying my hand at Mushy May this year! Not sure how many prompts I'll get through, but I decided I'd try to write Dewther for all of the prompts this time around. Thank you so much to @forlorn-crows and anyone else involved in making this happen!

Day 1: Cuteness Aggression (Aether/Dew)

He’s still a new summon, not even topside for two weeks now, but he’s finally getting used to the routine. Now, as Dew stands in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room on the day of their very first ritual and fiddles with the sash cinched tight around his waist, he hears a low growl from over his shoulder. 

It’s Aether, another new summon, a burly quintessence ghoul with strong arms and a shaggy mohawk. He’s sitting on the couch behind Dew, already dressed in his own uniform. Tonight will be his first ritual too.

“Problem, big guy?” Dew quirks his eyebrow and shoots a look into the mirror back at the growling ghoul on the couch.

Aether, who up until now had been entirely warm and friendly towards him, answers with a grunt, brows furrowed in concentration as he sizes Dew up in the mirror.

Dew has never been one to back down, so he goes back to preening himself unbothered. If the new ghoul has suddenly decided he’s got a problem with him then well, he can let him know or not. Dew couldn’t care less.

But when Dew gathers his long platinum hair into his hands and reaches back to tie it up into a tight little bun on top of his head with an elastic band, the growling kicks up again, louder this time. He looks back, ready to shoot a glare at the new ghoul, mood souring at the fact that he seems to have fallen out of favor with his new packmate at record-breaking speed. 

But before he can open his mouth to say anything, Aether is hauling himself up off the couch and in another breath he’s pressing himself against Dew’s back, big strong hands coming up to rest heavy on Dew’s bony little hips.

Aether growls directly into Dew’s ear, setting the hairs on his arms on end. “Why’re you so small for?” Aether slurs, normally cheery voice coming out raspy and deep. Dew hears him swallow thickly.

“Fuckin’ cute. Wanna bite you. Right here,” he says, snuffing into the crook of Dew’s neck, grazing sharp fangs across Dew’s pulse.

Dew stares at Aether’s reflection in the mirror, he looks almost intoxicated. Red-faced and sweat beginning to bead at his hairline. He feels his fingers flex their grip on his waist.

“Thought you were pretty cute before but… this uniform?” Aether grunts into his ear again. Dew feels a blush spread across his cheeks.

“Makes you look so small. Tiny little waist….” Aether trails off, like he’s been talking to himself this whole time and not to Dew at all. Eyes fixed on their reflection in the mirror, the way Dew’s slender form is almost dwarfed by Aether’s muscular body. Strong, but soft in all the right places. Standing much more than a whole head taller than Dew. 

Dew takes it all in and lets out a soft little growl of his own.

“Wanna wrap my arms around you and squeeze.”

Dew glances up at the dressing room clock, counting down steadily until they’re due out on stage. There’s just four and a half minutes left. Too late to do anything about this now. 

Dew twists himself around in Aether’s grip, and the quintessence ghoul looks him in the eye for the first time since he started growling. He slides his hands up Aether’s chest until he’s wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down.

Dew whispers into his ear. A promise for later.

Dew once again finds himself standing in front of a dressing room mirror, this time surrounded by new packmates. New instruments. Hell, even a whole new element.

He fiddles with the black elastic suspenders on his brand new uniform, still not exactly used to the things. He could never quite get them to lay right during the uniform fittings and he finds himself struggling still, growing more irritated by the minute.

He’s snapped out of his frustration by a low, rumbling growl from off to his side. His eyes snap up to the mirror and sure enough, it’s exactly who he thinks it is.

“Hey Aeth.” Dew turns to the quintessence ghoul standing behind him. The growling continues.

“Aeth?” Dew snaps his fingers, breaking Aether’s trance. His eyes dart up to Dew’s face, a blush already beginning to spread across his handsome features.

The growl cuts off abruptly.

“Huh?” Aether answers sheepishly, knowing he’s been caught.

“Aeth, you’re doing that thing again,” Dew laughs, waving his hands and beckoning the bigger ghoul over to his side in front of the mirror.

“Sorry, Dew,” Aether chuckles apologetically, hands immediately finding their way to Dew’s hips and squeezing just a little too tight. Dew can feel the sharp point of his claws just barely poking their way through the tight fabric of his uniform pants.

“It’s just that you look…,” he trails off, “Wow.” He reaches up, smooths out the kink in the suspenders that Dew had been wrestling with. “I like these a lot.”

“So cute…” Aether’s thought trails off again.

Dew laughs, breathy and red faced. He glances at the clock. Just three minutes to go. 

He pulls himself out of Aether’s grip and grabs his new coat off the hanger. When Aether goes for his own, Dew swats him on the ass.

Payback.

Dozens of shows give way to hundreds, and Dew once again finds himself at the top of a new era. Everything is bigger and better. Their uniforms and masks are more detailed. All fine fabrics and supple leathers. Dew even managed to talk Papa into letting him use the Strat on stage.

And of course bigger venues meant bigger dressing rooms, full floor to ceiling mirrors taking up the length of an entire wall. Now they were even traveling with costume staff dedicated to helping them into their uniforms.

Dew takes in his own reflection, smoothing his hands over the velvet soft fabric of his vest, admiring the glint of the brass buckles, and feeling the light swoosh of the silky blue and black cape strapped across his slender chest and over one shoulder.

Aether strides up to his side. He’s already got his helmet on. “There’s my cute little ghoul princess,” he coos.

Dew snorts, chokes down a laugh. “Nah, that’s Rain’s job.”

Aether holds his gaze in the mirror. “Not to me it isn’t,” he answers with such sincerity in his voice Dew can’t help choking up a little. Not that he’d ever admit it. Not even to Aether.

Aether pushes up against him, leans down to bonk the top of Dew’s head with his helmet playfully. Dew watches him in the mirror. Aether has always looked good, but these new uniforms are doing wonders for him. The shiny leather boots make him look powerful and the epaulets of the jacket accentuate his broad shoulders. 

He’s never looked more handsome.

Dew’s reverie is broken as Aether leans down to growl into his ear. 

“Just thought you should know it's taking every ounce of control in me not to take my claws and shred that lovely new uniform of yours into ribbons and take you right here on the floor of the dressing room. Pretty little thing.”

Dew looks up at him and knows he’s telling the truth.

One minute to go.

Weeks and months and years go by. A lot of big changes happen. Aether steps down from the band. A new quintessence ghoul joins the pack. Dew takes it pretty well, all things considered. 

They tour. Dew’s heart aches. 

They come home. More time passes.

Now, Dew finds himself in the middle of the bustling abbey, just days away from the commencement of yet another tour. This time, there are more than a few new ghouls. And now a new Papa.

But Dew won’t be going out with them this time, a decision he’d made that he finds himself still wrestling with. Even so, he has his hands full. He’d been training his new protege for the better part of the year, showing him everything from mastering technique on the lead guitar to the best way to pack a bag for a long trip away from home. Even now he’d been roped into helping with last minute uniform adjustments for the new ghouls.

He kneels down, shakes a stray hair out of his eyes, golden strands fallen out of the messy bun on his head, and mumbles around the safety pins he’s holding in his mouth as he adjusts the bottom cuff of the new fire ghoul’s pants.

“These still need hemming,” he says sternly, mostly to himself. He pins them up and stands, folding his arms in front of his chest as he considers all the details of the new uniform and how they might affect the stage performance if they don’t get things just right. He furrows his brow in concentration.

“Alright, go tell the sisters you’re ready for them,” Dew instructs, and as he turns to watch the ghoul go, he’s surprised to find Aether standing there, leaning against the door frame. He’s watching them with a huge smile plastered across his handsome face. He gives the new ghoul a high five as he scoots out the door and down the hall.

As soon as they’re alone, Aether kicks the door closed behind him, stalks up to Dew and scoops him up by the waist. Hugs him so tight Dew feels like all the air is being squeezed out of him. Aether buries his face into the crook of Dew’s neck and kisses him there, quick little closed-mouth pecks giving way to something more insistent. Dew feels the sharp edge of a fang.

“Aeth, you’re biting me,” he informs the quintessence ghoul who has decided to latch onto sensitive skin.

“Can’t help myself,” Aether murmurs into the spot on his neck. “That serious look on your face. You looked so cute I just had to take a bite”

Dew glances back at the clock ticking away in the corner of the room. 

They have all the time in the world.

#mushy may 2024 #aether/dew #dewther #aether/dewdrop #aether x dewdrop #ghost band fanfic #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghoul-slime fic #so excited to try this out! #dewther is pretty much my favorite pair and i realized that i've barely written anything with just the two of them #also first time not writing smut for this fandom! #ready to ham it up with all the sappy dewther this month #ghoul-slime mushy may 2024

[crabsnpersimmons]

Dear Crabsie,

I have brought thou a gift to defend thyself against any fishy thoughts, especially those which bringeth with them sadness and disdain, have these items to fortify your mind :

Okay have a nice day 🫂✨💕💥‼️

Dearest Starrie,

I was so thrilled upon receiving your notice of such a thoughtful gift that my joy rivalled that of my passing exam mark! However, I was simply aghast to discover that your gift had fell victim to the capricious nature of my postal service! I was looking forward to disrupting the tender tranquility of my housemates with my sweet kicks, but alas, the universe deemed this gift too powerful—too dangerous on the wrong feet. I am unworthy of such a gift. I only pray that whoever has received such a paragon of personal footwear will give them the honour and care that they deserve.

Your Humble Jestie,

Crabs

meanwhile...

but where did the other shoe go?

#fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf eclipse #New Do Same You AU #Clip New Do Same You AU #Moon New Do Same You AU #Sun New Do Same You AU #oooh some new (ish) faces! #wasn't planning to introduce them so early #but the fish slippers really did fortify my mind enough for me to quickly sketch out some character designs #which are really just based off the waiters at a cafe i went to the other day #they're the Moon and Sun from an AU i've had on the backburner for a while #they're a fun bunch just maybe a little underdone right now #i promised myself i'd finish the New Do Same You fic first #and then these two will be ready to open their doors! #crab art #traditional art #bright colours

[onebizarrekai]

I've been going back and forth trying to decide whether I want to make the old ibvs oneshots be available on ao3 but every time I look at them I go into a state of shock at how… absolutely teenager they are

also this

#error asked calmly #also the narrator clarifies 'not as any kind of attack' immediately after which makes me insane #that is inherently an aggressive statement WHAT are you talking about #barry is f'ing doing free secret medical care on this guy #and edward is just like 'I've never considered whether you deserve to know how I got bruised and bloodied' BRUh #WHY IS EDWARD BRUISED AND BLOODIED #back when the plot of ibvs was edward beating the shit out of anyone who talked to him I guess #that barry and edward fic is nuts #knowing now that barry has a gf. and edward is the one that kisses him first without asking. I know stacy didn't exist yet but #the way its written is so ambiguous it makes it feel like barry could in fact be cheating on stacy which is so insane #old ibvs causes me a bit of psychic damage #I wrote those parts when I was 17-19. which explains the vibe of course #remember back when barry was edward's frenemy #and that's just that one fic. I'm not ready to look at the ones that came before it #random stuff

[outtoshatter]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @dear-massacre, @raisesomehale, and @rosieposiepuddingnpie thank youuuu this is fun!

i'm doing only my last ten over-5k fics, just as a fun little experiment :D

Kingdoms Fall (WIP, M, sterek)

Stiles leaned over the jewel-studded bowl, fluttering his lashes as he breathed in the smoke from the burning herbs at the bottom.

The Price we Pay (66k, T, complete)

Stiles ripped the velvet strip off his face and winced, blinded by flames.

Pulling Strings (53k, M, complete)

Stiles bounced on his toes to fend off the creeping chill of the night, gaze darting impatiently between the road and the clinic.

The Stilinski Method (6k, T, complete)

Derek crept along on the balls of his feet, following tiny paw prints in the soft dirt.

Fractured Starlight (64k, M, complete)

The stretch of road between Beacon Hills and Willow Pass was almost always quiet, although Stiles wouldn’t quite call it peaceful.

Every Step You Take (8k, T, complete)

On a typical day, Stiles Stilinski would say his impulse control was shaky to moderate at worst.

The Next Chapter (105k, M, complete)

The photo ripped down the middle.

End of the End (90k, E, complete)

Stiles spotted the group with difficulty.

The Bright Side of Disaster (5k, T, complete)

The Beacon Hills spring farmers market was never small.

Keep Moving (10k, T, complete)

Derek squinted up, eyeing the clouds creeping in from the west.

okay, i'm not sure what all this says about me or my stories, but. there's at least a little variety here. I think? LOL

tagging uuhhhh @cephalog0d @2dents and @halevetica and anyone else who wants to play!

#writing games #tag games #gia writes #sterek #fic #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #this was. interesting #idk what this says lol #some of it is action #some of it is just talking #i think if i could've gotten to Are You Ready? there would've been more variety lolol #also a disproportionate amount of Stiles POV but that will change soon #did i spell that right #idk #these are mostly public stories so idk why i feel so squirmy about this #maybe because it's just the first line singled out

[five-and-dimes]

Safe in the Palm of Your Hand

Morpheus, King of Dreams and Nightmares, Dream of the Endless.

Lord Shaper.

For Dream, his body is not always a fixed thing. He would even go so far as to say that most of the time it is not a fixed thing. He is sand, so many countless pieces shifting under the lightest winds and the softest touches. His form changes based on how others see him, on how he sees himself, on how those two expectations interact, on whether one is stronger than the other or if a reasonable middle can be found.

Sometimes, though, he is sand in an hourglass (impenetrable glass, no wind, no air, no gentle touch to guide his form, motionless, frozen in his helplessness) and he doesn’t feel solid, he feels fragile. Breakable. Like the same soft touch and gentle wind will shatter him. In those moments, his expectations of himself will always outweigh anybody else’s.

And it is such today. His status as an Endless does not protect him from his own nightmares, not when they are his own memories, and on this day his body feels wrong. He does not feel like an Endless. He does not feel like a king, or a lord, or a person. Even months after escaping the Burgess Mansion, after regaining his power and repairing his realm, even now, he finds himself feeling… small. His form shudders and shivers and he feels weak, he feels like a vermin to be caught, a prey to be hunted and devoured, he feels dirty, unwanted, unloved, unsafe, small, small, small-

There is a mouse in Hob’s apartment.

He almost didn’t see it, was only alerted to something being amiss by the soft, frightened squeak when he opened his front door. Turning his head, he caught just a glimpse of a small shadow darting behind the old armchair in the corner. Closing the door behind him, Hob hums in surprise. Living above a pub, he’s never dealt with mice or other creatures in his home, most being more attracted to the kitchen and trash cans on the first floor before stumbling into the catch-and-release traps set around the property.

Sighing, he lets his bag fall from his shoulder onto the floor, resigned to his new task for the night. He can finish grading in the morning, once he’s dealt with his unexpected guest. Over the centuries he’s managed to overcome the instinctual disgust and fear at the sight of rodents, but that doesn’t mean he wants one running around his apartment. For a moment, he considers going back downstairs to get one of the traps from the kitchen, but he doesn’t want to give the small creature a chance to hide deeper in the apartment. Besides, he’s wily- he’s certain he can herd the mouse into a box and get it outside himself no problem.

There is a box next to the coffee table in the center of the room, full of papers and documents he’s been procrastinating on organizing, and he casually dumps the contents onto the floor as he approaches the armchair. He keeps his footsteps soft and slow, hoping not to spook the mouse into bolting. So far though, Hob hasn’t seen it since it darted into the corner. Kneeling carefully, he positions the box on its side in front of him, reaching out to move the chair to one side in an attempt to give the mouse only one direction to run.

The mouse doesn’t run.

Hob can’t help but furrow his brows sadly once he’s able to see it, huddled as far in the corner as it can get. For a moment he feels his heart clench in a way he doesn’t fully understand, something more than just general compassion for a small creature, and then he gasps as he realizes what he is looking at.

Two bright points of light emit from the mouse’s eyes.

“...Dream?” The name is less than a whisper on Hob’s breath.

He doesn’t receive an answer, but he doesn’t need one.

Since the stranger's delayed return, he and Hob had seen each other several times, a surprising change in their relationship that Hob welcomed with open arms. After so many years, Hob was finally given answers to some of his countless questions, including a name, and a summary of what exactly his friend is. Dream had even been generous enough to visit Hob in his dreams once, and Hob still gets flutters in his stomach when he thinks of the bright stars of Dream's eyes.

The box is quickly tossed aside and he crouches down farther. Dream had explained to him during one of their recent meetings that he was able to shapeshift (his explanation was far more detailed and complicated than that, but shapeshifting was the closest Hob's human mind could get to understanding) and his heart cracks in his chest as he takes in the sight of his friend in a form he has never seen before; has never even imagined in relation to the Endless being.

Pitch black fur contrasts the bright white of his eyes, but the fur looks matted and thin, tiny ribs peeking under the skin, and he doesn’t know if mice can cry, but the fur looks wet and clumped around the eyes. A long thin tail is sickly pale, and Hob can see him trembling even through the rapid rise and fall of the tiny chest.

Dream is always so strong and untouchable in Hob’s mind, it’s jarring to see him so small and clearly frightened. He doesn’t know what happened- why Dream is in this form, why he’s here, but Hob doesn’t think there’s a force on Earth or off it that could stop him from reaching out to comfort.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he keeps his voice soft and gentle, afraid of frightening him further. Afraid of hurting the small, fragile ears. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, you’re alright,” slowly, so slowly, Hob cups his hands and lowers them to the ground before his friend, “you’re safe here, can you come out? I just want to help.”

Still no response, unless you count Hob’s heart breaking more each moment he watches the mouse shake and shiver in the corner. Part of him wonders if he should leave Dream alone, but it feels too cruel, and Hob has always been one to trust his instincts when it comes to matters of the heart. And so, taking a deep, steadying breath, he cautiously moves to gently scoop the mouse into his palms.

It hurts more than he expected to actually feel tiny trembling paws against his skin, but Dream doesn’t run. In fact, he turns jerkily and tucks his little face against Hob’s fingers, curling into a ball as if trying to hide. He lets out a soft shushing sound, bringing his hands to his chest, cradling the mouse against his chest and making a shelter with his hands.

Dream isn't sure how he got here either.

He had been feeling off kilter for days now, the weight that lived in his chest feeling more unbearable than usual. More and more he found his surroundings reacting to him; walls closing in and curving, clothes growing thinner and thinner, air becoming frigid and still. His lungs felt tight, desperate for breath he didn't need, and then he caught his reflection and the glass shattered in response and he heard someone yell, maybe worried, maybe angry, angry, angry, and then he was gone.

When he lands, he knows he's in a new form, but he can't focus on it, too scared in a primal way he can't identify. All he wants is to hide, it's all his mind can hold on to, so when he hears a door open he runs. If he can just stay hidden, if he just avoids capture, maybe he'll be able to pull himself together. But when he is found, his terror and sorrow are so great he freezes. He thinks he recognizes the man in front of him, even if he looks different being so much larger than him, but it doesn't matter. It doesn’t ease his fear, his grief, his hopelessness. Dirty, unwanted, unloved, unsafe.

Dream feels small. Dream is small. So small and easy to hurt. He thinks maybe he always has been.

But…

But the hands don't crush him. He is lifted slowly and then he finds himself… held. Not held down, not trapped, not caged. Even as one hand folds above him, there is no tension, and Dream feels certain he could escape if he wished too.

He does not wish to.

Hob's hands are warm, so warm, and soft, and nothing like the cold hard glass of his memories. Dream finds himself curling up as he is cradled against his chest, soft fabric covering a strong chest that doesn't scare him as much as it did a minute ago. Cupped against him like this, he feels ensconced in a gentle cave, the shadows beneath his hands a welcome peace against the thought of a hundred years of harsh light keeping him on display.

Slowly, his trembling body stills, curling up tighter and soaking in the warmth.

"There you are," Hob coos, sitting on the couch, ever careful of his precious cargo. It is a great honor, he thinks, to hold an Endless in the palm of your hands. To be tasked with protecting something so valuable. Cautiously, he lays down, smiling as he sees the mouse curl deeper into his sweater, resting right over his heart. Hob keeps one hand cradling him, and brings the other up to pillow his own head against the arm of the couch. "Sorry if I scared you earlier," he keeps his voice low, "wasn't expecting company. But I meant it when I said you're always welcome. I'm glad you came to me."

Hesitantly, he moves one thumb to carefully stroke the matted black fur of Dream's back. It almost looks like the mouse sighs, relaxing even further, and Hob grins.

Continuing his gentle petting, Hob does what he does best.

He talks.

He tells the little dream mouse about the annoying staff meeting he had, and his favorite and least favorite coworkers, and one of his friends who wanted Hob to start a karaoke night at the New Inn, and how he thinks in his next life he wants to buy a fixer-upper and do as much as he can with his own hands. He tells Dream the little mundane things that have made Hob think of him, and how he wants Dream to get a phone but he thinks his head would explode if Dream ever sent an emoji.

He talks, and the mouse relaxes more and more, no longer curled desperately tight, but burrowing comfortably into him, and Dream thinks that maybe being small isn't as scary anymore if it means he can feel Hob's heartbeat drum against his entire body.

Eventually, Hob's hand goes limp above him, draped over Dream's form like a weighted blanket, as Hob talks himself to sleep.

Dream is still small. Still fragile. But he is surrounded by Hob Gadling, by his warmth and his compassion and his love, and he realizes that all he wanted was to feel safe, and Hob managed to give him that and so much more.

When Hob awakes, it is to the sun shining through his living room window and Dream, his familiar, gangly, human-shaped Dream, laying across him with his head on his chest. Hob's hand is resting on his wild black hair, as gentle with him now as he was the night before.

"Hi," Hob's voice cracks lightly as he wakes, but his grin is wide and bright when Dream turns to look at him.

"Hello."

They'll talk about it, later, after Hob has stretched the kinks out of his neck and has used his puppy eyes to convince Dream to eat some breakfast. Later, Hob will hold his hand and let Dream tell him fragmented details of where he's been this past century, of what was done to him. He'll stroke Dream's back when he seems to shrink, stuttering and stumbling over words about how who he wants to be and who he's supposed to be and who he's been turned into all cut into who he is like broken glass. Dream will speak a lot about broken glass. Dream will speak a lot about being broken. Later, Hob will hold him and tell him that being hurt is not the same as being broken.

Later.

For now, Hob just smiles and gathers Dream in his arms, letting him rest his head back down to listen to his immortal heartbeat, happy for the heavy weight against his chest.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #dreamling fic #dreamling #hob gadling #my writing #pre-dreamling #I guess lol #first Sandman fic be gentle with me #probably a silly idea but I couldn't get it out of my head #you've heard of meowpheus #not get ready for #mousepheus #yes I will be drawing sad mouse Dream being cuddled by Hob eventually

[aloha-obi]

I HC that the first time Bruce let Dick go on a ‘undercover mission’ it was for a class field trip to one of Lex Luthor’s tech facilities. Dick managed to bug his office, sabotage a top secret (potentially world ending) project and leave chocolate pudding on Lex’s favorite chair. Luthor definitely sat in it and ruined his favorite pants. Clark and Bruce were 100% both a nervous wreck during the entire thing. At the next gala, 10 year old Dick trolls Lex by eating chocolate pudding cups the whole time.

#batfam #someone write the fic #dick grayson #first undercover mission #Bruce and Clark are maybe freaking out the whole time #ready to go break walls and Luthor’s face if he even touches the kid #Dick’s field trip = espionage training #Bruce Wayne thinks 10 is old enough to spy #nightwing

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hello hi. Will LaughingStock and/or PopStar appear in the Lights Out au?

Also also: ⭐️

allow me to provide Over Explanation for this supposedly simple yes/no answer. technically, yes! however

the au is structured into four main chunks - Acts, if you will. we've got Act One, which is the story i've shared bits and pieces of with you all. it's the main body of the au, the "in the dark" part. the Only romantic relationship progression / development (beyond little blink-and-you'll-miss-it hints) is FranklyDear.

Act Two begins with Sally waking up, and there's a whole... thing for that, where everything falls apart in an entirely new and way more sad way! Act Three and Four are the "aftermath" of the au - in a sense.

like - if i were to write a fic, the main one would be Act One + (maybe) Two, though that one might need it's own - shorter - fic. then Act Four would be the immediate squeakual. Act Three could be just an extra fun addition, cause it wouldn't be strictly necessary or overtly Vital due to Act Four's needs. it's more of a... uh... ~Behind the Scenes~ thing.

ALL THIS TO SAY! Popstar would become a thing either in Act Two or Act Three, but Laughingstock would solidify well into Act Four.

#I HAVE VERY GOOD REASONS AS TO WHY LAUGHINGSTOCK TAKES SO DAMN LONG I PROMMY #but popstar. popstar can take center-stage first #especially since Act Two would be Sally-Centric #i think one would be for frank #two is for sally #three is broken up between povs #four would be... uh.... frank again.... maybe wally too? #but wally's would come Later. OH yeah ok i could dole out povs between the two of them #shit but i also have ideas for like... barnaby.... and that thing for sally... and - #ok i think act four would start out frank-centric and slowly include other povs #wh lights out au #rambles from the bog #ive been reworking the aftermath after an Epiphany i had the other day #its gotten more complicated but in an easier way? somehow? #this au still has a ways to go before it'd be Fic-Ready though #i need to streamline and tweak and implement.... #in fact i think i will go have a Thinking Session rn #pulling up the doc for it <3

[nachosncheezies]

People like Bill Jr. got all kinds of things wrong about Scully but probably none moreso than thinking it was tragic that Mulder was dragging her along on some descent into madness, when actually the real tragedy was how few of the people she loved ever realized it wasn't a descent.

(It couldn't be bc 1. it's not madness and 2. she was already there.)

#she worked hard to mask it and clearly did a good job #Mulder's gift was he could meet her where she was #I think Maggie knew it I think that's why she liked him immediately and continued to despite all the tragedy that followed #setting aside the way he was right there with her clearly devastated and ready to go berserker on a whole hospital over her daughter #and the unspoken vote of confidence from Scully herself when they found out he was the one who witnessed her living will #'oh he sees through her too. AND she hasn't jettisoned him for it. iiinch-resting.....' -maggie scully probably #i love that relative to the people I knew when I first watched now all these years later i see so many more people #recognizing how incredibly Not Normal this Put Together Human Adult Woman is #this (including above tags) has been in my drafts for weeks thems was fic-readin thoughts #i think i had just started reading AV's henry au and was having a moment over the comments about scully having a recklessness in her #and her self-destructive streak #might've also been incrementum and the part about she's crazy and he loves it bc he's pretty sure he's the only one who knows #also was not long past cancer arc and emily on my rewatch so basically #get rekt bill jr #anyway #notes to self #x files #the x files #scully #bill jr #nachos thoughts

[autistic-katara]

there r fics that make u insane (so amazingly good it’s removed ur sanity) and then there’s fics that make u insane (you need to fistfight the author for how they did a specific thing that caused u to rant for hours)

#i know i just posted that other thing but ffs that is NOT how u handle someone in that situation everyone involved made everything 10x worse #yet it’s being treated like the right thing to do (which again ofc they’re cops they don’t understand harm reduction but still) like #seriously everything’s so forceful like u seriously think forcing ur friend to talk to u or forcing a patient to talk to a therapist under #the threat of being admitted to a psychiatric hospital is gonna make her feel comfortable talking to u? or anyone? she’s just gonna trust u #less and get better at hiding it and speaking of which the taking away all sharp objects thing makes sense in theory but like think abt it #for a minute she confirmed she isn’t suicidal and this is her only way of coping so do not just forcibly take away all her coping mechanism #like yes she is hurting herself but it’s a COPING MECHANISM. she’s coping with something. help her with that don’t just take away her penci #sharpers or whatever (which btw since she’s an adult she could easily buy more stuff and yk learn to hide it better) which again has to be #voluntary it isn’t gonna work if u force someone to do smthn they don’t want to like as ur friend u could’ve made it clear u care abt her #and wouldn’t judge her for anything and r here if she wants to talk don’t just say “you have to talk to me” and casually threaten #hospitalisation when she isn’t ready in the moment like seriously if this wasn’t a badly written fanfic she would completely stop trusting #bcz given that this wasn’t even done out of panic i would like ffs u are NOT doing any of this right #oops sorry ranted abt the bad fic in my tags- #it’s not where the author’ll see it and know it’s about them i don’t feel bad abt it #this was my first time even looking at stuff for this fandom so #cw self harm in tags #idk if i need to tag anything else for that 😭 #fanfic #ao3 #ryan shut the fuck up

[thelighthousestale]

Light Is The Most Glorious

The Gryffindor common room was adorned with festive decorations of holly and garland, the stone walls echoed with the excited chatter of students ran up and down the dormitory stairs, preparing to leave for the Christmas holidays. Lily Evans, on the other hand, remained in the cozy stuffed chair near the warm fire. She had decided to stay in the castle for the holidays as she had several reasons to dread returning home for the upcoming break.

Her sister, Petunia, was bringing her new boyfriend home. Lily had yet to meet Vernon but Petunia had written her a letter explaining that under no circumstances was she to mention and of her freakishness and demanded that Lily behave like a normal person (Petunia had underlined the word 'normal' several times) because Vernon was a "very sensible man" and would not tolerate Lily's oddities.

To make matters worse, Lily didn't want to risk running into Severus Snape while wandering the familiar smoky streets of Cokeworth. She hadn't spoken to him since the start of summer and avoiding him at school was difficult enough.

But perhaps the most significant reason for Lily's reluctance to go home was the fact that it would be the first Christmas since her father's passing. What would Christmas be without his booming voice singing carols? Who would carve the roast? Vernon? Lily couldn't stomach the thought.

As her fellow Gryffindor students shouted have happy holidays to each other and exchanged gifts and goodbyes until the new year, Lily sat, pretending to be immersed in a book.

"Alright, Evans?" A familiar voice disturbed her solitude. "Already packed for the holidays? I see you are not joining in the frantic last-minute packing fray."

Lily looked up from her book and saw James Potter standing in front of her. His messy black hair illuminated by the glowing fire behind him. His head tilted in concerned as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I'm not going home."

"Oh really? Having Christmas at the Castle? That's always a -" James cut himself off as he noticed something going on behind Lily's head. "Oi! Wormtail! Those aren't your socks! Just put them on the table there, I'll get them to Moony when I head back up!"

"You know, you lot think those nicknames make you sound cool but they don't. Wormtail? That's so dreadful, I can't believe Peter is still friends with you."

James just waved her comments away with his hand. "Nah, he likes it."

"Does he or is he too sweet to object?"

"Sweet? Lily you've been hanging out with us for weeks now, you've had to realize Peter is, in fact, the worst of us."

Lily gave a snort in reply.

James took a seat on the ottoman in front of Lily, his hands clasped in front of him as he leaned in to speak lowly so only she could hear him. "Is everything OK, Lily? You seem less than joyous this festive season."

"I'm fine."

"OK..," James sounded doubtful that she was fine but he did't press it. Instead, he leaned in closer and beckoned Lily to do the same. "Want to see something magical?" he whispered.

Lily gave another snort, "Everything here is magical, is it not?"

James, undeterred, leaned back onto the ottoman and shrugged. "Yes, but I know all the castle secrets don't I? Aren't you a bit curious about any of them?"

Lily sighed and shook her head disbelievingly. If someone had told Lily one year ago that she would willingly join James Potter on one of his infamous late-night escapades she would have told them to go eat a sock. "OK, I'll bite. Take me to see this magical something."

"Fantastic!" James clapped and jumped up. "I'll just be a moment. I've got to get my cloak."

James darted off, first picking up the socks Peter had abandoned and then racing up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. Just as Lily was starting to regret agreeing to James' offer he bounded back down the stairs holding a silvery lump of fabric under his arm.

James stopped right in front of Lily and noticed the fabric almost moved like liquid. It was breathtaking to look at up close, shimmering different shades of silver cascading around James' arms. Lily reached out a hand to touch it, curious to see if it would melt between her fingertips, but quickly pulled it back. "Is this the magical thing you wanted to show me?" Lily asked.

"What? No, this is my dad's invisibility cloak." He said softly "The secrets to all my successful missions of mischief. Now stand real close, and I'm sorry you'll have to hunch a bit. I used to be able to fit four of us under the cloak in first year but age has made us taller and now I can barely squeeze two. It's alright though, yes get as close as we can get. Not to worry, Evans, I have brushed my teeth today so you won't faint from goblin breath."

James whipped the cloak over their heads. Lily let out a gasp as she looked at the mirror above the fireplace and found she could not see themselves in the reflection. She felt a tickling laugh in her ear, "It's a bit wild at first isn't it?" James breathed from behind her. "Come on, steady now."

They shuffled across the common room floor and out the portrait hole. Lily was grateful that no one could see them as they must have looked pretty silly walking so slowly with their backs hunched.

Under the cloak, Lily and James ventured through the beautifully decorated halls of Hogwarts, avoiding the prying eyes of their fellow students. "You know Nearly Headless Nick served royalty as a Wizard of the Court?" James whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, everyone knows that."

"Well, as payment for his service, he was gifted many fine treasures. Gold, silk, paintings, swords. The usual, you know. And since he is a ghost he still has access to his Gringotts account."

"No, he doesn't! Why would a ghost need money?"

"Who do you think pays for the Death Day Parties? Dumbledore? Anyway, Sir Nick died in the 15th century so with interest his account at Gringotts is pretty sizeable. And a few years ago a young Hogwarts student went up to Nick and said "Hey, Sir Nick, is it true that ghosts feel time differently and for you a hundred years is a minute?" And Sir Nick answered yes, that is true. "Sir Nick," the student then asked, "Is it true that a thousand galleons are like a knut to you?" and Sir Nick replied yes, that is true. The student asked, "Sir Nick, can I have a knut?" "Sure," answered Sir Nick, "Just give me a minute."

Lily rolled her eyes "You are such a dork."

"Come on, that's a solid joke!"

"Yelling at me defeats the purpose of being invisible."

Eventually, as they wandered around the corridors, competing over who could tell the worst joke, Lily found James had led them to the base of Astronomy Tower. Lily twisted around to raise an eyebrow at James who only said "Trust me." in reply. They ascended the winding stairs of Astronomy Tower and with a high-pitched creak the door opened and Lily was greeted by the cold winter winds.

"Nothing extra magical about where we take classes, Potter," Lily remarked, as they stepped out into the night air.

With a quick and sudden movement, James removed the invisibility cloak. Lily put her arms around her, realizing how cold it was out on the tower and how warm she had felt with James hunched over her when they were under the cloak.

"Why did you bring me here?" Lily shivered and looked at James, who she could barely see in the darkness. He brandished his wand and created blue flames in his hands that he then floated in the space between them, enveloping them in a circle of warmth. Lily could now see him smiling.

"Look up," was all James said.

Above them, the night sky was a celestial canvas, painted with ethereal hues that danced and wove a mesmerizing tapestry of light. Wisps of color, like whispers of a cosmic secret, materialized on the dark heavens. The sky crackled with electric greens, blues, and purples, radiant and otherworldly, gently cascading from the inky expanse above. As Lily stared awestruck by the cosmic spectacle, she felt that time had lost its grip and that she was starting to float high above, in lights.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked breathlessly.

"You looked sad today." James had moved to stand a bit closer to her. "I don't like to see my friends sad on Christmas."

#harry potter fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #jily #get ready for more holidays fics #is this jsut friends hangin out? #or is this a first date? #James and Lily are confusing everyone around them with their relationship status #On the train back to London the next day Sirius is like 'prongs you are an idiot.' #Like he cannot believe James spent all night with lily and watched the northen lights and they didn't snog

[thetangycheesemanwithaplan]

Ive written over 5k words for bucktommy week(end) and I'm only halfway though chapter two of what could be a fifteen plus chapter fic...whoops

#bucktommy weekend #like this could be my biggest fic yet #ive opted for one story and all the prompts so ive had to flesh it out a lot but im so excited #i have first chapter ready to go for tomorrow and i cant say ill get the rest done by sunday or posted on th corresponding prompt day buttt #i feel like its gunna be a good story thats worth a little wait #i hope #idk it could be bad #ahahaha #help #bucktommy #kinkley #fic writing #leo rambles

[goldeneyedgirl]

I have returned

My absence was medical-related, and now I'm back - and optimistic that things will get better now! So if you've been waiting for an email, DM, or ask response, I've actually got enough spoons to write! We have two new chapters on the way this month, so I cannot wait to get those finished.

Until then, have this weird fun little snippet from something I never really did anything with.

He’s sitting at his desk, working on the family financials when he hears their conversation - Bella and Alice. “You never fell in love?” Bella is curious, and the question - or at least, the ones that will follow - has been waiting to burst forth. It makes sense that she’d be curious. Alice is the last person anyone would expect to be alone. “I did once, but it didn’t work out,” Alice’s response is light and unexpected, and he immediately freezes. She doesn’t talk much about her life before she met him, and she’s certainly never mentioned any love affairs or a broken heart. “They weren’t interested.” “Oh, Alice,” the pity in Bella’s voice is cloying, and he can feel the embarrassment drift over Alice. “It was a long time ago, Bella. It’s not something that I think about very often. I know that they are safe and happy, and that’s all that really matters in the end.” There is definitely sadness in her voice now, and he wonders who it was. Who turned their back on her and left her alone and unprotected. “But didn’t you see that it wouldn’t work out?” He wants to ask Bella to stop talking, to leave Alice alone, but he is transfixed by this secret side of Alice, this secret history that not even he knew. “I saw us together and happy. And I got impatient, and decided to go to them early. I just wanted to skip to the good part, I guess. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out.”

#admin nonsense #my fic: snippets of stuff #no thoughts only heartbreaking misunderstandings #jasper ready to *fight* anyone who rejects alice #alice is deeply uncomfortable about talking about this #for obvious reasons #jasper is a perpetual bachelor #she's kept this quiet since 1946 and she doesn't want to talk about it now #bella's there asking questions 'don't vampires pine and die without their mates?' and jasper is losing his goddamn mind #that alice is going to up and kill herself out of longing for the asshole who turned her down #alice is trying desperately to explain that her mate isn't dead so she has no suicidal urges as the entire family have a meeting #just to offer her their support so that she doesn't turn into marcus #alice is oddly fascinated that jasper has so clearly forgotten their first meeting

[padfootastic]

Ahaha thank you for the nice comments in tags <3 i love Remus but he seems bit like a spineless people pleaser and after dating somebody who would rather lie about their feelings than have people be mildly upset with them..... I chose violence 🗡

no but ur so right because!!! i’ve been sleeping on this for a while but let’s talk about remus’ personality traits and how they have the potential to make him a bad/absent partner, at best, and an abusive one, at worst. everyone wants to turn him into this image of perfection just bc he’s such an ‘uwu victim’ figure in fanon but that’s SO far from the truth omg

(i am…just gonna put this remus character analysis under a cut bc it got unnecessarily long and i wouldn’t want u to read it if u didn’t want to lol)

so, for one, he’s manipulative. he has no combinations in twisting the truth or dodging it entirely for his own benefit. like, the man could stand in front of his dead best friend’s orphaned son & not even allude to the fact that he knew his dad. he had no problem bringing james & lily up in the most twisted ways possible to guilt/emotionally influence harry. so remus in a relationship would have the capacity to either knowingly or unknowingly manipulate his partner. the definition of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss except more sinister.

next, his spinelessness. either as a defensive measure to deal w anti-werewolf hostility or as an innate personality trait, remus has the habit of just—not standing up for things. he looks away when his friends act like assholes, even when he’s in a position of authority (which yes, u can argue that he’s afraid of losing them but atp they’ve literally risked life & magic & azkaban for him so either way, he comes off badly—either he doesn’t mind himself, or he doesn’t fully trust their friendship, or it’s just easier to look away). in a relationship, this can manifest as bottling everything inside u until it makes u bitter or u violently unload on the other person in an entirely disproportionate manner. the dynamic would also be a bit skewed. the people pleasing u mentioned is also such a big thing that people usually overlook. when ur constantly trying to make the other person happy and don’t want to rock the boat, that is a cocktail for miscommunication and breakdown of relationships. ur also constantly putting the emotional burden of constructively dealing w issues on ur partner instead of doing it urself.

connected to his cowardice is his habit of running away when things get tough. remus is conflict avoidant; he does not like to put himself in a position where he has to take a decisive stance, especially if it’s against what others around him believe in. he runs away when things get tough, and tbh, for me, this comes from a constant spiral of self hatred & self victimisation, both of which stem from his experience as a werewolf. in every difficult situation, he centres himself & his discomfort and instead of dealing with it and moving forward for a constructive solution, he decides that stepping back from it altogether is better. which, yeah, works well for him bc he can temporarily put a pin in it but it’s kinda terrible for everyone’s who’s left behind. so i also think that remus is a profoundly selfish character who doesn’t look beyond the end of his own nose. u can imagine how those traits might manifest themselves in a relationship.

and his people pleasing!! so this might be verging on fanon but his gratitude and/or devotion to dumbledore sets an…interesting tone. it’s also another example of how he cannot conceive himself in any other term except as a victimised werewolf. the marauders did a lot for him, arguably even more than dumbledore’s token representation formula, but he never felt indebted to them the way he did for D. dumbledore also kind of makes him feel needed? validates his feelings? and that just speaks to a very twisted sense of self for me. which, again, won’t bode well for his other interpersonal relations.

also, on a very hc note, i also feel like remus just…does not have any significant capacity to love. he takes and takes and takes but doesn’t give much in return. this doesn’t even have to be an actively malicious decision, tbh, just a very self-centred one. he doesn’t realise how much he’s taking bc he’s only thinking about his own circumstances.

all of these are also just why i can’t see r/s working out in any healthy manner. remus is exactly antithetical to everything sirius is/believes in, and not even in the fun ‘opposites attract’ way. but that’s another rant no one asked for lmao

#anti remus lupin #just to be safe lol #(i would not want to read sumn like this for j or s) #i read this harry/tonks postwar fic once #that had part r/s allusions #and it was basically about how terrible remus was as a dad & husband bc he kept running out to deal w his demons #not realising or caring ab who he’s leaving behind #and constantly kept making false promises and centering only his own grief #and harry steps up to take care of teddy and tonks #the romance is cool and all but it’s the characterisation of remus that really struck me. bc it was so new. even tho it’s basically #an extension of canon ykwim? #and i think we should talk about that more instead of turning him into a paragon of virtue and morality and parenthood #dude tumblr just ate my ENTIRE answer for a who monite and i was so ??? fully ready to give up i s2g lol #i also have so many thoughts of remus victimising himself #and consequently spitting on everything his friends and family did for him #bc those are destructive thinking patterns and no one except the person themself can take the first step #regardless of how much support they get #and remus just. never wanted to get out of it lbr #i am so sorry for this rant—u didn’t ask for it but ur fic LIT something in me #and i just. couldn’t stop once i started 😭😭 #pen’s asks #pen’s notes

[brinnanza]

it's like good and fine and great that people are reading my gomens fic along with the airing of the second season of the show BUT ALSO get religion quick was written FOR THE BOOK and was written BEFORE the show even came out stop tellin me about neilmans modern au in the comments sorry he left it on a cliffhanger but I'm doing my own thing over here crowley rezzed that dove so help me god

#I did and do like the show but i am a bookverse girlie first #i didn't even tag the show in that fic!!!! #everyone who compliments my footnotes and compares them to book omens i'm kissing you with tongue #but if you picture david tennant changing his drink from wine to port to hard liquor it's on sight #sometimes I think about getting really back into gomens #but i simply Cannot with bookverse getting routinely drowned out by tv verse #and I'm not even an old school guy I read gomens like idk a year max before the show came out #I finished I knew your name on sight literally the day it aired #anyway #i just really like book aziraphale okay he was SO ready to murder a child