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lolacouldnotcareless · 2 years

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겁 없이 밤길을 거니는 나그네여 내 말 좀 들어보오 나뭇잎 동동 띄운 물 한 잔 마시며 잠시 쉬어 가오

Dear fearless traveler strolling by night / Listen to my words please / While drinking a cup of water brewing with floating leaves / Take a break tr inspiration credit. + own take

#at first you got woven song by ólafur arnalds and while there are vocals on this one they're non-lyrical ones hfbshqk #so this song!!! it's a horror song based on the changgwi tale #a changgwi being the ghost of someone who tried to hunt a tiger and got bitten instead #then the changgwi tries to lure and hunt other humans #all that under the service of the tiger who bit them #here the narrator of the song is a changgwi trying to lure the listener #so ideally you would need all the lyrics to follow the story shfbjhfl #the only complete translation i found is. not entirely satisfying but it does the job #just know that i have a file open with the translation and doing my stuff on the side hjbgsjlfl #i don't have time rn but. yes.#anyway i really really really love this song!!!! it mixes instruments from various traditions #both western/east-asian and traditional/modern instruments #it's really fun to listen to it must be one of my favourite songs actually #i do love some storytelling jkshbfjqblq #anyway!!!!!! thank you misa!!!! <3 #okay i changed of mind the translation is Not It and i have to rewrite this entirely #i don't have time to do more than a passage #also reminder that to do this i am jongling bewteen dictionaries and helpful websites for the korean grammar #this is far from being perfect but that's all i can currently give #i know i lack a lot but also. yeah.#if someone who studied korean could throw in their grain of salt i'd be grateful

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wardingshout · 4 months

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Zelda goes mushroom girl

#tloz #a link to the past #zelda #link #my art #I was happy with that first one but for some reason decided it still needed a companion piece so I spent way too long on that second one...#I don't think there was any time during the progress where I was happy with it but hfduhdfu at least I got to Attempt drawing moss hell yea #I also at some point sat in Pyu's art stream and said I enjoy drawing legs As I was being murdered by the infamously impossibe (imo) squat.#it's ok I had fun !! but I need to learn how to let doodles be doodles or I'll never finish stuff at this rate dfsuhfd #if everything in my tloz tag looks like it was drawn by different people uuuh 2023 was art crisis year ngl......#I'm falling back into my old ways rn though #anyway I think about these two a lot I think they're both stone faced and awkward ppl in different ways but they try rly hard to be friends #like I like to think it starts out so incredibly awkward and a bit sad bc they keep stepping over each other's toes accidentally the harder #they try but idk they find comfy middle ground idk in my brain they have a very interesting friendship I wanna get around to drawing it #in a proper way that might make sense....#if I don't write 200 tags I will die maybe it's bc I grew up on dA or smth #and yes I know how to find 1 (one) type of mushroom /I/ am not mushroom girl unfortunately smh

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ectonurites · 1 year

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Byler Week Day 5 — Secret Identities

very loosely interpreting the prompt for today but i've had this idea for a while and... secret identities, Superheroes, that works. anyone who knows me well probably could have seen something like this coming LMAO

also trying to draw Robin & Superboy costumes that look thrown together and home-made when i have spent so much time drawing their actual designs was a challenge

#'sam this is 10 years after where canon is rn why do they look the same' because shhhhh #it had to be 1996 because that's when Worlds Finest Three: Superboy/Robin came out !!!!!!!#also yes specifically issue 59 of Wizard (cover date july 96 publication date may 96) is when WF3 got a mention/announcement #bylerweek2023 #Day 5 Secret Identities #byler #byler art #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #anyways listen timkon & byler are different ships in many ways however #i DO believe mike would carry tim's 'im gonna desperately try to clone him back to life 100 times' energy if #anything bad happened to will ever again #PLUS like. some theories ive seen about birthdaygate with like the idea of will getting slowly erased from people's memories........#i don't want that to happen but IF IT DID. getting a detective comics 967 'he talked about a friend i should have.. someone named conner...#and i feel that name tugging on my heart but i don't know why' moment with mike about will........ oughghghghg #sam draws shit #<- almost forgot my damn art tag

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kenobihater · 2 months

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of all the star wars movies, which of them do y'all 1) enjoy the most 2) consider the best quality and 3) think you've rewatched the most. add your answers in the reblogs or replies, i'm genuinely curious how much of an overlap there is within everyone's three answers. mine don't overlap at all! they're revenge of the sith, empire strikes back, and the force awakens :^)

#len speaks #star wars #revenge of the sith #empire strikes back #the force awakens #not tagging more films than that bc i cant b bothered. incoming tag ramble ahead bc i have sw brainrot rn and im making it everyones prob❤️#i rlly struggled 2 remember if id watched tfa or aotc more. i went w/ tfa bc it was formative to me as a teen and ive seen it probably 6ish #times? whereas aotc was the first sw movie i remember (specifically the scene of obiwan serving c*nt in the bar lmao) but i've only seen it #for sure 4.5 and maybe 5.5 times. the .5 is from when i got bored after obi-wan's scene ended and ran off to go play in the mud or smthn 😭#i'm sure tfa will eventually get surpassed in number of rewatches by aotc and rots bc i don't fw the direction of the ST but that's my #current ballpark estimate of my total number of rewatches #as an adult tho if i just wanna watch a star war i'll go with aotc bc it's fun and ends semihappily and i can turn my brain off for the #spinny lightsabers. it's great background noise or for if you're sick or whatever. rots on the other hand? i won't talk through that unless #i'm quoting it with my brother and i am LOCKED IN 100% entirely entranced by it all #i almost picked rogue one for the best quality answer but i think the character writing is weaker and the facial cgi is creepy. esb beats #it by a hair imho bc of that. the vader hallway scene goes hard tho!!!#also i'm not covering shows or games or books or anything else in this post - simply the films. might ask abt shows later but that might #also give me hives bc so many of the shows suck ass and i don't rlly want ppl extolling the virtues of t.bb in my notes 💀#and yes i do think one's enjoyment and one's opinion of quality are two things that often overlap. but sometimes you just like something #bad and that's awesome. like rots is the best of the prequels by a large margin and i adore the opening and characters and many of the #scenes but that doesn't mean it's the best star wars has to offer ykwim? it's my specialest most favoritest sw movie but that doesn't blind #me to the dialogue lmfaooo

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automatonknight · 4 months

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id: a digital drawing of lifeguard knight from date knight and an original character-abyss knight. they're shown facing the viewer, with the latter lifting up the former bridal-style. they both seem happy. abyss is wearing a dark blue and white astronaut suit, a white, round astronaut helmet with a flowy, dark plume and space-themed swim trunks. the background shows a simplified view of ocean waves. end id

abyss uses he/she/star/stars

#hi everybody um #i have more art i could post. but i don't have. time rn #date knight #lifeguard knight #oc #art #abyss is wearing her full gear with swimming trunks on top yes. it's funny #abyss is inspired by. space and also. ocean depths. but i leaned in more heavily into the space aspect. i'm sure nobody can guess why

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yukipri · 2 years

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Genetically modified to have...fins?

Clone merman for last minute MerMay!

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, TRANSLATE, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART. To share, please reblog! Reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!!!

❀ You can see the rest of my art through the Masterpost pinned to the top of my blog!

#Clone Trooper #Clone Troopers #Star Wars #MerMay #MerMay 2022 #Merman #YukiPri art #Artists on Tumblr #the Clone Wars #TCW #Artist comment: I don't have the time/energy to turn this into a whole AU #bc my winged clones AU is my creature AU rn #but the idea here is that the clones were modified to be adaptable to their environment #so when they're in water they grow fins and when they're on land they have legs #Given that Kamino is a water planet and the clones also came from tubes filled with liquid they are in fishy form quite often #And yes their armor also adapts to their form #this boy's just a shiny but he's trying his best! please give him some love <3

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solomonssock · 1 year

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Imagine taking Diavolo to the human world for his birthday with a promise to show him something unlike he’s ever seen.

You take him with you to traverse the wildlife of a national park, hiking over weathered earth while you take candids of his enthusiastic reactions to the unfamiliar scenery. You send the snapshots to Lucifer and Barbatos throughout the day, assuring them of your safety and reveling in how adorable your lover looks.

Imagine how your heart swells as you take in the wonderment and childish glee that overcomes him as he insists that you two stop at each infographic on the trail. It’s necessary that he take in each one, he tells you, so that he can learn more of the world you were born upon, and how it formed.

The world he appreciates as an extension of you.

Imagine explaining to Diavolo how the sun’s warm caress can soon come to burn as you lather him in sunscreen - how he purrs his thanks as you delicately rub the lotion into hard-to-reach areas, and check him over to make sure he didn’t miss a spot. His grin is as unwavering as always, but his eyes are another story. Unlike how they shimmer beneath the Devildom moon, Diavolo’s eyes glimmer in the human world's sunlight.

This time, you make a selfish request for him to briefly remove his glamor and pose him for a picture that you send to no one. The way the specks of gold scatter through the trees and shift across his skin, blending into his eyes and the collar of his true form, is just for you to admire - your golden Adonis. You press a kiss to his cheek when you two finish, standing on the overlook and spending some time drawing out pictures in the clouds that float by as he hugs you close.

Imagine his complete and utter fascination with the cavern tour you’ve surprised him with. You laugh at how often he has to duck beneath the drapery formations to avoid hitting his head, but grip his hand as tightly as he holds yours as you both traverse deeper and deeper into the earth. Admittedly, snippets of the tour go over your head as you stare at him, unabashedly. You can’t help it with how cute he looks, enraptured by the tales your tour guide spins of human history, strife, and success. He asks questions as to how they initially uncovered and cleaned out the cave, how they’ve preserved the structure, and how they currently manage upkeep. When he is not inquiring, he points out every bat that crosses your path. He coos at how their little feet and talons grip onto the crevices and gasps when the guide shows him closely how they are able to use their wings to hold themselves up as they rest.

Imagine that near the end of the tour, the guide gives you guys a special treat and turns off all the artificial light planted throughout the cavern. Pitch blackness enshrouds you and robs you of your sight, but you don’t panic. This deep into the earth, there is no noise pollution; a pin could drop and all would hear. Yet, all you hear is the small murmurs and shuffling of the other ongoers who remark at how fascinating and terrifying this is - that no wonder humans once thought only demons resided deep within the pits of this cave. You smirk at that, squeezing Diavolo’s hand. He squeezes your hand in kind before he tugs it gently.

You quietly follow him as he pulls you a bit further from the group. Although you cannot see him, you feel him turn to face you before he kisses you deeply. Yes, humans were made to live in daylight; but demons thrive in darkness. You shiver as the ridges on his wings slide against you, embracing you as they push you into his chest. You melt into his hold as he tenderly rubs his thumbs beneath your eyes, whispering softly so that only you can hear among the murmurs behind you.

“Never will you need to fear the dark or demons, my heart. For I will be your eyes, your strength to command, and swear to guide you safely back to me when you stray too far from my side.”

Imagine how happily he digs into the plate he’s ordered at the nearby diner, famished from your long trek. He’s tried most of the teas before finally settling on a classic vanilla shake. The warmth of his hand seeps into your own as he interlocks your fingers atop the table.

You admire his features as the shadows and sun rays pass over him. He intently watches the sun set through the glass window beside you both.

“Volo,” you shake his hand when the last of the sun has dipped beneath the horizon, stars starting to prickle the night sky, “what did you think? Did you have fun?”

“I believe,” he begins, thumb rubbing over each of your knuckles with great reverence as he lovingly looks to where your hands meet, "I am the happiest I have ever been.”

“I also believe,” he takes another sip of his shake and you laugh as you have to thumb off some cream that catches on his lip, “ah-thank you, beloved. Yes, I think tours like this would do well in the Devildom, don’t you? How revolutionary would it be, to be able to share our lands natural formations with other realms, just as you’ve granted me the pleasure of today?”

You smile at the prince, marveling at his endless enthusiasm for, and dedication to, his dream. You know you should hold your tongue. When your love is enamored with an idea, he tends to run with it without thought to the paperwork that piles up as a result.

But you could never deny him. Strong as you may be, you do not have the heart to snuff out the awe that sparkles in his eyes.

“I think it would be a great way for our people to be introduced to the history and customs of one another. A beautiful showcase of the tenacity of each realm and an experience which could peak interest in the scientific study of our vastly different wildlife,” you muse.

“It would be interesting, too, if we could fund some research and uncover ways in which our lands may be compatible, especially in terms of agriculture. It would be good if we could open up trade between the realms sometime soon, and even better if we could grow some food appealing to both groups in either realm to encourage joint food establishments. Maybe a restaurant or food court you can visit after the tour?”

Your heart flutters as he brings your hand up to his lips and presses a chaste kiss onto the skin there.

“You astonish me as always, my heart. Truly, we are fortunate to have your insight on these matters.”

“And I,” he leans over the table, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, ”am fortunate to call you mine.”

Later, before you call for the check and prepare to return home, you make sure to set a reminder on your D.D.D. to treat both Barbatos and Lucifer to a bottle of expensive demonus for the unintended work you’ve set out for them.

#I've never called Diavolo Dia #He's Volo to me #would have loved to write a fic but don't have the time to invest in 10k words rn - yes 10k bc Diavolo makes me feral #I thought an imagine would suit it fine and I'm satisfied with it hehe #I'm working on more but I do return to school this week and another project is starting so I will be a tad bit more slow #no worries though - I'm sticking around for the long haul <3 #diavolo x reader #reader x diavolo #obey me #diavolo x y/n #diavolo x you #obey me x reader #obey me one master to rule them all #omomtrta #imagine #obey me imagine #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #reader insert #reader imagine #om! diavolo #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me mc #gn reader #gn!reader #gn!mc #this was entirely self indulgent and i wish i could explore the world with him #best travel buddy because he's interested in nearly everything and has the enthusiasm to keep you going #aa i love him

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ratedc · 11 months

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having jerma in genloss was genuinely so perfect. ranboo got a whole ass real life lab-grown creature grown for the purpose of content creation to play a villain programmed for the purpose of content creation. real life jerma is one of showfall's creations come to life.

#to clarify i have never watched an ounce of jerma content other than his genloss performance #but based on the clips and shit that my friends have sent me #jerma is more of a creature than a human #an entity perhaps #a lifeform on the brink of humanity but not quite there #if he wasn't so silly he would absolutely be an eldritch creature of unimaginable horrors #and yes i realize that this is only playing into the dehumanizing characterization of content creators that made showfall so sinister #but i don't have time to unpack that rn #genloss #generation loss #gen loss #jerma985 #jerma #gl!jerma #ranboo #ranboolive #gl!ranboo #showfall media #rated rambles

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qweerhet · 7 months

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i think people heavily involved with leftist ~discourse~ could stand to take a step back from questions of morality and recognize:

when you brutally torture people for their entire lives, they will eventually react with extreme and brutal violence.

it's not a question of whether that reaction is moral or not. it's certainly not a question of if they will react like this; the only question is when.

it's pointless to try to ascribe moral value to the actions of torture victims while they are being tortured. if someone is starved, beaten, denied medical care, denied humanity their entire lives... they will (at the very least try to) lash out with brutal and horrific violence at some point. this is how our bodyminds respond to torture. this is how the endless trauma of being subjected to such conditions manifests itself. morality doesn't factor in.

#yes this is in response to horrible the shit i'm seeing about the gaza strip and palestine rn #but i worded it very broadly on purpose because like #the way people are discussing palestine and palestinians right now reminds me very very much #of the same harmful and shitty framework we have when discussing resistance to violent colonial oppression in general #and additionally to the actions of victims of interpersonal torture (child abuse victims who killed their parents for example)#i see this all the time and it's... mm. i don't have the brainpower to elaborate more actually #i hope you get what i'm pointing at anyway

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sentientsky · 5 months

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"I forgive you." It came out like a blood clot—like an artery dripping gore—like an oil spill. Crowley felt his shoulders rise, fall, fall, fall. The air between them hummed, the tension of six thousand years turning every atom electrified and silently screaming. Breath shuddered out of him, human and terrible and hollowing. He had never been more grateful for the swallowing darkness of his glasses, for the way they hid the centuries of pre-emptive grief and wicked terror. The air was suffocating, the once familiar bookshop turned catacomb.

And then, hating himself for it but seeing no other way forward, he spoke the words aloud. "Don't bother". And then he was out in the middle of Soho and the breeze was harsh against his too-warm skin. Stepping out into the sun felt like rising to the surface of some great ocean—the gasping, desperate feeling in his lungs, the sudden crash of noise. A woman across the street called for her wife. A car horn. A dog barking. Laughter, cruel and far-off. He pulled breath into lungs that didn't need it, winced as he felt slivers of cold drive into the soft flesh of his throat.

So that was it; five and a half million years of want and need and burning, aching somedays, cyphered pleas for "our side". All gone in the space between shaking half-breaths and a kiss still seared against his lips.

Fuck it.

He'd ruined it the first time, had forced them both to look directly into the sun, to face the thing they'd been dancing around for the better part of six millennia. He could do better—would do better. At a music café some years ago, a human had been playing the piano—something soft and slow. A jazz number, if the demon remembered correctly. But the remarkable thing wasn’t the song itself, but that they were playing it with their eyes closed. Aziraphale had pointed this fact out to Crowley, excitement lilting in his voice (even then, the sound had thrilled him, sent a stab of warmth through his heart). It was only after the final note reverberated through the room that the artist opened their eyes, blinking in the sudden rush of stage lights. Aziraphale, ever the music connoisseur, approached the musician. The pianist had explained that, for them, reading music never came easy. Rather, they learned by touch, by the way the keys felt on their fingertips. In fact, the only way they could play a song was with their eyes closed. If they watched their hands as they played or thought too hard about their next move, they got confused and tripped over the notes. Muscle memory, they’d said. It was muscle memory—the galactic familiarity of finding the space between seconds and prying—that guided Crowley now. He hadn’t done it since Not-Armageddon, but it came easily to him just the same. Time, you see, operates kind of like sound, like music; it loops and sways and carries forward in waves. If you know where to look (as the demon did), you can disrupt the flow, send it back towards the shore.

And this was what Crowley did now. Drawing his hands through the ripples of minutes and seconds and hours and millennia, time stilled around him. It was natural. Easy, like breathing or sleeping. Or loving Aziraphale. Slowly, the world turned backwards; humans retreating from whence they came, cars driving in reverse, the wind blowing in the opposite direction. If Heaven had taken notice of their "half-a-miracle", Crowley expected them to be able to see this from every edge of the universe. He likely only had one shot at this.

The world aligned itself once more, and time returned to its regular, steady gait—a rubber band snapping back into place. Something hummed in Crowley’s chest. Something bright and burning and the shape of a neutron star. Hands shaking, he reached for the handle of the bookshop and pushed. The bell above the door rang, clear and and too-loud in the morning air. Aziraphale whirled around, a trembling half-smile on his face. Oh. Oh, somebody, this was going to be harder than he thought. It felt like all the oxygen, all the courage, had been punched clear out of him "Crowley!" A beat, a shuddering breath. "Angel". He pressed his still-trembling hands into his pockets and strode forward. "Oh, Crowley, dear, I've been looking for you. I have excellent news." His stomach did a little flip, something deep within him growing hollow and fearful. "We have to talk," he managed to choke out around the heart still lodged in his throat. "Yes, I quite think we do. I have something to tell you." Aziraphale strode forward, all grins and beauty like a flickering star, all plasma and heat. He could practically feel the agitated warmth roll off of his angel. Crowley shivered. "I just met with the Meta—” "No. Wait," the demon held up a hand, pausing the rushing torrent of Aziraphale’s words. "Just let me say my thing, please." "My dear boy, just—oh, what is that lovely human expression—"

"Hold that thought," Crowley muttered. His eyes burned behind his glasses. Aziraphale looked pleasantly taken aback.

"Yes, how did you know? I—" "No." The angel's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "No?" "No," he repeated, enunciating each letter with perfect clarity. He was going to do it right this time. He was going to keep him from leaving. He could be good. Right? "I’m gonna speak, and I want you to listen to me without interrupting, m'kay?" Words were building in the basin of his sternum now, pushing up on his airways. He was going to have to say it outright this time; no more waltzing around this frenzied galaxy of emotion. Willing his hands to steadiness, he pulled his glasses from his face, and tucked them into the collar of his shirt. Aziraphale's breath seemed to catch for a moment, meeting the ferocity of the demon's gaze head-on. A deer in headlights. And then, "Crowley, I really—" (Eons hurtled through his mind in a split second, the serrated knife's-edge of want like a being all its own. Aziraphale in the garden. Aziraphale in the tavern, on the cliffside, on the West End stage, in the Bentley, in the bookshop, in the very marrow of Crowley’s bones.) "I love you," he rasped, ichor writhing in his veins.

There, he'd said it., said it fully and completely, without so much as flinching. It was the same love he'd expressed for the past several thousand years in a million little, unspoken ways: an ox rib, a revolution, a church, a burning bookshop and the bottom of a glass and a lost best friend. A yellow Bentley, a lifetime of tethering his life to Aziraphale's, of trailing after him like a moth to flame—like a dog to its owner. "I love you," he pushed on. They were both looking directly into the sun again, Crowley urging them to stare straight into the heat of it all. The words were spilling out of him now, a heaving, thrashing current falling to the bookshop's hardwood floors. "I love you and you can't go to Heaven." Aziraphale froze, pupils blown wide and unblinking, for just a moment. Tension stretched out like a thread between them. And then he pulled in breath like a drowning man (who wasn't really a man at all), and tears were gathering in the corner of his eyes, and oh god, he'd made his angel cry. Fear and guilt and horror slammed into him at a million kilometers an hour and left him halfway between dizzy and nauseous. His fingers tensed at his side, desperate to do something, fix what he'd so obviously broken. Heaven would be on the front step any moment. It was too late, wasn't it? It was always too late. "Crowley—what?" Aziraphale breathed, mouth twisting into a brutal, terrible, heart-wrenching sob. Crowley ached, panic lancing through him like a knife. "I—I really, I can't. You could come with me." He stepped forward, moving to place his hands on the demon's shoulders. Crowley leaned into the touch, almost unconsciously. "Don't go," he croaked, tears beginning to prick his own eyes once again. This time he didn't reach for his glasses, didn't try to hide his fear. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. And then Aziraphale could hate him and his desperate, hungry, reverent love in the aftermath. "Don't go where I can't follow. Please".

His angels blue-grey eyes searched his own, and the weight of his gaze was impossibly heavy, pressing down on his chest like a river-smoothed rock. "Crowley, please. I don't understand. The Metatron said—" His palms found the sides of Crowley's throat, thumbs resting gently on the side of his jaw. Crowley sucked in a breath. "Angel," The scent of earl grey—of old books and soft tartan chairs. Aziraphale's hands were shaking. "I know what the Metatron said," he intoned, soft as rainfall. "You can't go. It's not—they won't change. You're better than that." "But you could be an angel. With me," he murmured, soft thumbs running across sharp cheekbones. "Be my second-in-command." "Don't want to be. Want t' be an us," he felt tears—traitorous, burning tears tip over the edge of his lashes and fall against his face. "Crowley, darling, please." A beat. "I love you." The bottom of the world dropped out from under him in that moment. Aziraphale loved him. He loved him and he'd said it aloud and now it was out there in the world and it was as though every nerve on his body was on fire. His angel pushed on, "Truly, I love you. I need you with me. Please, come with me. We can do good, I know it." He could never say no when his angel asked something of him. Especially not when his kind, gentle hands were holding him like something good, something precious. Especially not when Aziraphale had just admitted to needing him, had injected the word with so much warmth he thought his all-too-human heart might beat clear out of his chest. But there was a first (technically, second) time for everything. He drew in a heavy breath, and tilted his head, breaking his angel's hold on him. Aziraphale's hands—now empty, still shook. He made a soft whimpering sound, and Crowley ached to kiss his fingertips, banish the fear. But instead, he looked up towards the ceiling, to a God who was not there—who maybe had never been there at all. He felt the Heavenly Host drawing near, a sense of hollow emptiness, the scent of absence. This was the time of last-ditch efforts, of holding his heart out and hoping Aziraphale might take it as it was, bruised spots and all. "I can't. I won't. I need to be here, on Earth, with you." "Crowley, please. I don't think you understand what I'm offering you," he huffed. A residual shard of anger stabbed at him then, and he turned his gaze sharply back to the angel before him. "Oh, I understand perfectly well, angel. I'm fairly certain I understand better than you do." Aziraphale's mouth drew into a thin line, tears welling fresh in his eyes again. And still, Crowley ached. A beat. Something in the angel shifted, then, turned on its edge—the walls beginning to go up again, and it was just like it had been not fifteen minutes ago. He was watching the same moment play out over and over again; some cyclical, torrential nightmare. "I would like you to come with me, but," Aziraphale paused, voice breaking in the middle. "But I'm leaving, with or without you." And there it was, like it was predestined. Despite the love, despite the want, despite every shared bottle passed between them, every half-accidental touch and glance and whispered word—despite the way he would’ve let Aziraphale run a sword through his chest... It wasn't enough. It was never enough. They were re-enacting their old magic trick, right there in the bookshop, this time with Crowley staring down the barrel, letting Aziraphale pull the trigger. Aim for my mouth, but shoot past my ear. Aziraphale wasn't shooting past his ear. His bloody ribcage felt as though it might splinter apart. Wingbeats in the distance, a grief wide enough to drown the sea. Crowley reached down, pulled his sunglasses from their resting spot against his clavicle. And then the hunger in his eyes was once more hidden, and he was walking towards the door like a man headed to execution. "Crowley—" Aziraphale nearly keened, the wall crumbling for a split second. Without turning, Crowley said the only words he could think of. "I forgive you."

#did i steal some lines from one of my own fanfics??? yes. yes i did #because im tired and i don't want to come up with more metaphors for time warping rn. so hush <3 #good omens fanfiction #good omens angst #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 300 WORDS LONG #FUCK I FUCKED UP IM DEHYDRATED AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING AN ESSAY WHAT THE FUCK #idek what this is i literally have not edited one tiny little bit of this. i just came up with everything as i went along so i apologize #ignore the fact that the dialogue/pacing/ideas diverge from canon shhhhhh im too tired to look at source material #ehhh dunno how i feel ab this but whatever here's something (???)#take a shot every time i say chest or heart or ache or tremble #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #crowley angst #final fifteen #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable divorce #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #gomens

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tempests-bards-and-birds · 3 months

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Let Your Music Predict Your 2024

Shuffle your on-repeat playlist, and the first 12 songs represent your 2024

thanks for the tag @kanonavi !

i took half of these from my mp3 player and half of them from my youtube mix of songs that i basically listen to on repeat because i use both of those equally lol so i thought that would be the Most Accurate idk

january: It Happened Quiet - Aurora

february: Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

march: Contemplation in Snow (albedo's theme basically) - HOYO-MiX

april: IDOL - YOASOBI

may: The Writing's On the Wall - OK Go

june: La Vaguelette - HOYO-MiX/Cécilia Cara

july: Turn Up the Radio - OK Go

august: Breathe - Seafret

september: Homemade Dynamite - Lorde

october: Wildfire - HOYO-MiX

november: Buzzcut Season - Lorde

december: Russian Roulette - Red Velvet (English cover by Mitchel Joseph)

tagging (with no pressure ofc): @moth-of-chaos @dopefrickingjelysquid and anyone else who wants to do this :3

#yes i listen to english covers of k-pop songs sometimes. what about it #idk i just prefer that cover of russian roulette specifically don't judge me lol #also umm. i mayyy have been listening to la vaguelette basically on repeat since it came out lmfao that's the only reason it's on here #i was gonna put hyperlinks to the songs on yt but i don't have the time rn so umm. sorryyy lol #you can probably find them by looking up the names if you're at all interested for whatever reason #tag game #thanks again for tagging me!

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irritablepoe · 15 days

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I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME. I want someone to casually sit beside me and nudge me every now and then to get my attention. I want someone to pull me into a side-hug because they've been laughing about a joke of someone and want to share that joy with me. I want someone to carefully take my hand into theirs and look at my fingers or perhaps the lines on my hand just because they can. I want someone to look at me absentmindedly while they're thinking of something. I want someone to sit quietly beside me when I'm feeling down and just take my hand and squeeze it to tell me I'm not alone anymore.

#christ alive dhdhhsjwhddj this is so dumb🫠#I'm sorry #had a lil bit to drink and I'm feeling affectionate okay #also my brother had his last day of school and he's been telling me about his plans with his friends while-#- he has free time and I'm literally so nostalgic rn #like that free time was so nice #i was basically eating dinner with them out qnd about and been going to bars and stuff #also sitting at a lake and the park and the river almost every day like. those were the times fr #those were the times i wasn't a isolated bitch lmao #well i was. just not that much #hhhhhhhhhhhhh i miss my irl friends😭#if they're all back in germany we have to meet up literally omg🥲#but also... they've so different lives now. I'm such an outsider somehow and idk #i can't really connect with them as much as i used to #which is fine but. i don't have any other friends with whom i could meet up #maaaaaaan life's so complicated 😔#johnny's silly rambles #(also yes this is the kind of qp love i want plsplspls #)

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sugarsnappeases · 3 months

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thank you for the tag @fxreflyes this is so cute, except the format is trying to hinder my propensity to ramble, so i’ve rectified this in the tags lmao

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

no pressure tags for @static-radio-ao3 @inevitablestars @itsjaywalkers @carniferous @orbitfalls @transsexualpriest @futurequibblerjournalist <333

#i'm like 5'7 i think. fun fact i used to wear glasses when i was like 11 bc all my friends were getting glasses and i wanted some too so i #lied to my optician. lol good times. don't actually need glasses tho soooo.#this is me coming out as a natural blonde guys….. like my hair hasn’t been blonde in a good year or so and it hasn’t been my natural blonde #in like three/four years but still in my heart of hearts i identify as a blonde. like i get confused when people don't count me as one #i have my ears and nose pierced and i would love a tattoo but unfortunately i have both a fear of needles and commitment issues so.#not sure if that’ll ever happen… would be very hot and sexy tho. also i'm one of those freaks with green eyes lol it's appaza quite rare #my hair is currently like dark dark brown… have been getting the itch to dye it again tho like a kinda reddish colour idk yet we’ll see #i had braces for AAGES. i have freckles in the summer and i paint my nails whenever i remember to. rn they’re a very chipped lilac colour #i think i have a resting bitch face but i can never tell tbf like it might be more of a resting 'dead to the world' face lmao #okay technically i don’t play an instrument anymore! but in the past i’ve dabbled with the cello the oboe and the xylophone. singing too #spanish and italian baybee although ig if this means like fluently then that’s not me but this is literally my degree it’s my whole brand #yes i like to read but also the only things ive read in like the last few months have been either books in spanish/italian for my degree #literary criticism for said span/ital books and… fanfic. so. also i like writing but it's my worst enemy rn the thoughts aren't working :(#i have many best friends that i’ve known for years!!!! in fact i've known some of my friends for like my entire life it's very cute #okay sorry for rambling i can never help myself and i also literally could go on icl like there was Some restraint applied here #kara lore #bc there's quite a lot of it in this one lol #tag games

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byanyan · 3 months

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decided to play around more with byan's hand tattoos bc i wasn't happy with a couple of them last time

like last time, cropped from this scar map bc i can barely draw these simple tattoos with the tools i have atm, let alone draw hands

#yes I painted their nails this time. that was just for fun.#and no I didn't draw the kuromi I used official art I'm sorryyyy I don't have the tools rn #if I ever get even just a better stylus I will do it myself but for now this has to do #anyway. there are still more I think buuuut I haven't settled on them OR they're too hard for me to draw rn so :/#I'm giving u what I'm capable of #much happier with it all this time tbh #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made.

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lightbulb-warning · 9 months

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this is getting ridiculous there's so much stuff i wanna draw i need to clone myself immediately

#what do you mean i can barely stand up??? no that was me an hour ago im completely fine now and also am capable of drawing 70 things rn #<- I WISH #genuinely just talking at myself here #okay!! plan time: homework is 7 pages +dialogue. i sketched the rough layouts out already and i my teacher gave me the okay to do it digita #i don't think she realized she gave me the okay tbh? but i asked her twice and she said yes so no takebacksies!!!#i have a timer that only does 55 minutes. in 55 minutes can i rough out at least 3 better pencils? ill find out!#i should start with the ending because that's 1 birds eye view like three times and a car that explodes and a bunch of close ups so ez pz #i just gotta figure out one car perspective im giving myself 55 minutes for the car #lineart is gonna be a pain but when isnt it :')#hey did you know there's an entire ship month prompt list??? im seething that's such a dumb idea i wanna do it so baaaaad #whatever #ill figure it out #that's part one of getting boring shit i need to do done!! part two should be easier bc its just hospitals and the draft is already p detai #ok ok ok i can do this #the essay is an essay and the essay is getting fucked i will do it at GUNPOINT #aaaaa #shut up maiora #p.s. edit: i did some of it and ended up doing a completely different plan. sigh sigh oh well im doing my best

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shoechoe · 15 days

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current progress of my first attempt at a large survival minecraft build (SevTech Ages modpack singleplayer)

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