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amphibianaday · 2 years

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the Amphibian Pride Parade 2022

Thank you to everyone who joined! I hope everyone had a nice pride month

The full resolution is way too big for tumblr so here is a google drive link with higher res versions

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Amadeus (@mischievous-tree), @angel-lepus, @anonfromyourasks, @aro-oranges, @bagumbo, @bisociallyawkwardandbi, @booknerd133, @bucketjoke, @cloudless-starry-night (#ribbit1547), @copper-skulls, @crrog, @cryptid-moose, @cyrustheartist, Kestel (@dark-roasted-kestel), @error-is-bae, @everythingswrongwithme, @fiomide, @froggyfroo-art, @gardeninthevoid (with and drawn by @arcadiancrows), @glitrahasconsumedme, @gluteeni, @gooseartblog, @half-guitarist, @hazelhawthorne, @hecksee, @hockey-stick-handle, @hoot-prime, @hummingirls, @indiigo, @infiniteorangethethird, @kitsch-klutz-kerfuffle, @laptoparmageddon, @lillianofthedaffodils, @lizard-garbage, Lou (@crazy-girl-in-the-mirror), @luminousjellyfishy, @lunashadow-bun, @marcylore, @maskedblackfox, @mercworm, @mintymallo, @mosserz, MyPencilDraws, @navii-blu @reallyprofoundkryptonite, @sagethegremlin, @scarsofbeauty, @seareuslazarus, @shittybraindrawings, @slemhosta, @spookiestfrost, @squidthechaotickid, @sunstonesparkart (and @felinenthusiast), @tenmillionmice, @the-almighty-steve, @thebespectacledhyacinth, @tisdonuts, @twixxxxy, @widdlegoblin, @withapinchofyellowasafoetida, @yearning-and-arson, @your-local-autistic, @your-strange-internet-person, @zukriuchen

+ me and one anonymous submission

sorry to the few people tumblr didn't let me tag. your blogs are linked instead!

#amphibian pride 2022 #thanks again to everyone who joined this was awesome #pride #also double thank you to everyone who joined both last year and this one it was extra cool seeing how your art changed and improved :)#also this counts as todays drawing #if i got anyone wrong let me know and i will fix it asap #amphibian #amphibian pride

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sushiandstarlight · 4 years

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Prompt: So crowley and aziraphale can make themselves sober after drinking right? Easy fix to not be drunk. Imagine like, crowley getting so drunk he can't sober up and az has to take care of him? :)

Collecting a Demon

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Aziraphale knew there was something going on before he even got to the door of Crowley's flat. It wasn't beebop trying to pound it's way through the wall and into the hallway. In fact, he stood on the other side of the door several moments, trying to be sure he was hearing correctly. But, yes, the mournful, heartfelt string music was coming from Crowley's flat. There was no denying it. He wondered if, perhaps, following him over here had been a bad idea. Still, now he was even more curious so he knocked.

It took a few moments and there was a bit of banging going on inside, but eventually Crowley's face appeared from behind the cracked door.

“'ziraphale?” The yellow of his eyes has eclipsed the white and splotches of pink stained his cheeks and neck.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale's mind was at war, wondering in the same breath if he should be worried about Crowley's state or his own distraction- how far down did that blush go?

“Yeah... yeeeeeah, I live here.” He was slurring, actually slurring. And also, gone, with the door still cracked.

“Do you now?” Aziraphale asked the empty hallway. Well, the door was opened, so he might as well follow the demon inside.

He watched Crowley try to saunter his way to the sofa, but it was more like a lop-sided slither. He honestly wasn't sure if he'd make it. And, even when he did, he kind of toppled over the back of it and ended up in an uncomfortable-looking sprawl of limbs which he tried to make look casual. Aziraphale didn't comment on that, edging around the room to turn down the stereo.

There were empty wine bottles on the table... and the floor. The only wine that appeared to be left was the half-full glass perched on the edge of the table by the sofa. Crowley was eyeing it. Aziraphale crossed the space and snatched it up, drinking it himself.

“He-heeeeey!” Crowley frowned for several beats and then it slid off of his face as he stared at Aziraphale.

“Hmm, well, at least you've shown some taste... good vintage.”

Crowley just stared at him, brain obviously addled. Aziraphale crossed the room and stood over him. Crowley kept starring, but he could see that there wasn't much going on behind his eyes. It was one thing when they drank together and talked all night, it was another to see him so far gone while being sober himself.

“Really, if you're going to drive us back home you should sober up.”

“Neh?” Crowley's eyes were slipping shut, seemingly against his will. Aziraphale reached out and shook his shoulder lightly. “Hrng!”

“Crowley, wouldn't you rather...” Aziraphale was going to say share a bottle with me at home but he paused and looked around the room again: the empty wine bottles and the poignant strings. His heart gave a lurch. “Or... would you like me to leave you be?” At that, Crowley sat up and swayed, looking very serious. Or what a very drunk demon might consider very serious.

“Don't leave.”

“Okay.”

“Have something...” Crowley's face twisted in concentration, “something very important to tell you. Bu'I'don'wan'you'to'be'mad.” Aziraphale had had thousands of years deciphering Crowley's slurred language, but it still took him a second.

“I promise I won't be mad.” He hoped, desperately, that he could keep that promise. But, what could Crowley have done? The demon's hands were in his own lap, picking and pulling at his own fingers. Aziraphale reached out and lifted the demon's chin. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“You're sure,” Crowley swallowed hard, “you're sure you won't go?”

“Not without you.”

Aziraphale could see the wheels in his head trying to turn. This conversation would be so much easier, he was sure, if Crowley would sober up. But, it appeared he'd forgotten how. Or, at the very least, there was something way more pressing that the man had on his mind.

“I'm'n'love'w'you.”

“Well, darling, I should hope so.”

“Dreh?”

Aziraphale reached down and grasped his hand, lifting it up so he could see the gleaming white gold ring on his finger. Crowley stared at it in confusion and then wonder and then additional confusion. “I'mmarried?”

“You are.”

“To who-whom?”

“Oh, me, you great dunderhead!”

Crowley's face slipped into a thoughtful pout, his lip jutting out. Aziraphale tried not to be distracted- that lip was glimmering in the light and he rather wanted to bite it. It was a nice thought- did lovely, warm things for him- but if Crowley couldn't remember their wedding it might just push him over some kind edge.

“So you know, then?”

“What's that?”

“How much I love you?”

“I think I have some idea, yes.”

“Home.”

“Yes.”

“No, you said home.”

“Yes.”

“But, I am... I am home.”

“Your old home. You were only coming back here to pack up your plants, don't you remember?” Aziraphale looked across the room and saw them: all packed up in crates and waiting to leave, petals trembling in confusion.

“Would like to.” Crowley was rubbing his head now.

“Come on,” Aziraphale patted his knee, “let's get you sobered up, hmm?”

“Yeah.”

Crowley sat up a little straighter- which is to say, still rather to one side- and took a deep breath, concentrating on emptying his body of the alcohol. When he looked over at Aziraphale again, his eyes were clearer and ringed in white. The pink hadn't left his cheeks, though.

“Oh,” he said very eloquently.

“Oh, indeed. Feeling better?”

“Feeling a bit silly.”

“What on earth happened? You've been gone for days!”

Crowley winced.

“I thought... well, I thought you had changed your mind.”

“Haven't!”

“What happened, then?”

Crowley was picking at an invisible thread on the sofa (which, being leather, was seriously lacking in threads, but Aziraphale let him have his moment anyway).

“I was just thinking... I was packing them up and thinking...”

“Yes?” Aziraphale's patience was being tried. Drunk Crowley spilled things almost unintelligibly, but sober Crowley had a habit of talking around things instead.

“I don't want to pack them up again later.”

“Why would you do that?”

“If you decide you don't... you don't like the arrangement.”

“Is 'arrangement' a euphemism for our marriage, Crowley?”

Crowley nodded.

“Please come home and bring your poor damned plants.”

Crowley looked up at him sharply and Aziraphale stole the moment to lean forward and his his husband soundly, drawing him into the kiss and into his lap. He broke it slowly, not really giving Crowley much of a chance to respond, and framed his face in his hands.

“Do I do anything without carefully considering my options? Am I impulsive, my dear?”

“Well... no.”

“Have I not known you for thousands of years?”

“Y'have.”

“Do you think I don't know what I'm getting myself into?”

“Well...”

“No, I know perfectly well who I married. I know you. I want you. I have rather missed you these past couple of days. Please, come home?”

“Fine,” Crowley pressed his forehead to Aziraphale's and peered into his too-close, blurry eyes, “but tell me one thing.”

“If it gets us home faster, anything.”

“Who put on this horrendously emo music?”

#aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #star light-reads #prompts #collecting a demon #alcohol mention #this one got a bit away from me #haha #thanks for the prompt!#mintymallo

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ao3feed-bnha-rarepair · 3 years

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Little Things Left Unnoticed

Little Things Left Unnoticed by MintyMallo

Maybe the fact was that it wasn't what Mina had that Kyouka was so drawn to, but rather the girl herself, the way she looked at everyone with such kindness and trust, how Kyouka wished that she would look at her with something more. How easy it would be if she could be content to simply remain friends with Mina, admire her as she always had, but the truth was that Kyouka was greedy, she wanted to feel loved by Mina as more than a friend, wanted to be favored and treasured. Kyouka knew that she was undeserving of such a thing, that Mina would never settle for the likes of her, but she was selfish, and wishing was an addicting act that trapped her until she couldn't bring herself to snap out of such a tangled reverie.

Words: 1000, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of MHA Female Pairing Fics

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Ashido Mina, Jirou Kyouka

Relationships: Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Middle School, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Unrequited Crush, Unrequited Love

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33526996

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Minajirou #♥#Minajirou #👽#🎧#⚢#R:G #A:Minty #No Quirks AU

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 3 years

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Little Things Left Unnoticed

Little Things Left Unnoticed by MintyMallo

Words: 1000, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of MHA Female Pairing Fics

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Ashido Mina, Jirou Kyouka

Relationships: Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Middle School, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Unrequited Crush, Unrequited Love

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33526996

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Minajirou #♥#Minajirou #👽#🎧#⚢#R:G #A:Minty #No Quirks AU

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ao3feed-bnha-girls · 3 years

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Little Things Left Unnoticed

Little Things Left Unnoticed by MintyMallo

Words: 1000, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of MHA Female Pairing Fics

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Ashido Mina, Jirou Kyouka

Relationships: Ashido Mina/Jirou Kyouka

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Middle School, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Unrequited Crush, Unrequited Love

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33526996

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Minajirou #♥#Minajirou #👽#🎧#⚢#R:G #A:Minty #No Quirks AU

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sushiandstarlight · 4 years

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For a prompt, what about the first time Crowley found out Azraphaile could sense love?

You Will Still Love Me Tomorrow

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Aziraphale had dropped his hand as soon as the bus stopped. Crowley was pointedly not thinking about it. He didn’t think about it as they took the short walk up to his flat, the not holding hands anymore. He didn’t think about it as he unlocked his door with a flick of his wrist and invited the angel into his home. He didn’t think about it as he sauntered past what remained of Ligur, hoping that Aziraphale would ignore the foul puddle, too.

Crowley did such a good job ignoring the fact that they weren’t holding hands anymore that it didn’t even register that Aziraphale hadn’t followed him into the kitchen until he turned around and took visual notice. He pressed his lips together at the absence, but continued to his goal anyway: unstoppering a bottle of dark red wine and pouring two glasses. He took a deep breath and carried the glasses as he retraced his steps.

He told himself that having the angel out of his sight was fine. They hadn’t always been together before. Long periods of time passed without catching sight of one another. It shouldn’t be any different now. But, his heart refused to listen to his brain, instead thrumming away against his ribs. They’d scarcely made it this far and tonight might be the last night to drink and talk into the wee hours. He told himself that it didn’t matter, but he knew that every moment of it mattered.

He found Aziraphale amongst his plants in the atrium, though the angel’s eyes were somewhere else. Crowley understood; he’d had a home once, too, and it had been ripped away from him without his permission. His heart beat harder in his chest as he contemplated what he had lost in his Fall. But, also, what he had gained. It was worth it, every bit of the pain was worth it. The torment from hell’s other inhabitants was worth it. All to be here, even up to this moment, side-by-side with his best friend.

“Wine?” He held one of the glasses out between them and watched as the one quiet word startled Aziraphale out of his thoughts.

“Oh, yes, thank you.” They both took a deep gulp of wine and didn’t look at one another, examining the plants instead.

“You know...” Aziraphale started, that far away look returning to his eyes even as he looked like he was studying the perfection of the ficus in front of him, “I always thought that maybe they were better at hiding their feelings than I was.”

“They?”

“My fellow angels.”

“Hmm.” Crowley took another hearty sip, eyes darting from the wine in his glass to Aziraphale and back.

“Before your fall... Oh, is it alright to ask?”

“Sure, angel. It’s old news.”

“I know it’s not. But, I’m afraid I’m too curious not to ask.”

“Never one to dissuade curiosity.” Yet, inside he trembled a bit. Possibly their last night and Aziraphale wanted to know about his fall? Or before. He’d said before. Crowley steeled himself. If this was going to be their last night, their last chat over wine... Then he would be as open and honest as he could. Whatever the angel wanted. Not that that... was much different than usual, even he could acknowledge that.

“Could you feel love when you were an angel?”

“Nah,” Crowley rubbed at his chin, “can’t say that was ever really one of my talents. Creation, that was my bag. Pulling things from the ether. Real magic.” There was something pinging around in the back of his brain: a softly sounding siren of warning. A thought forming, but from far away.

“I always thought that perhaps all the angels I consorted with were better at concealing the love they felt. I never really understood why, you know? There’s no need to hide your heart in heaven. It should be safe there.”

Crowley made an inarticulate noise, unsure how to answer that.

“The truth is, though, that they didn’t love me. I’m not sure they loved each other, either. Dare I say, they might not even have loved Her.”

“Likely,” Crowley sighed, drawing closer almost unconsciously, “likely, they only really knew love for themselves and their positions.” The siren was getting louder, the thought forming but still just out of reach.

“If that.” Aziraphale swirled the wine in his glass, “But you, you’ve never hidden it.”

“Hidden what?” The siren in his head was nearly deafening now, the other shoe poised to drop.

“Your love. You’ve never hidden it from me.”

“Ngk?” Crowley’s fingers went numb as the thought finally coalesced: all this time he thought his feelings had been trapped in his own chest, his own heart, but was it possible... that they had all been laid out at the angel’s feet all this time? He nearly dropped the wineglass, only thinking to clench it at the last possible moment. Even so, some wine splashed over the rim.

“On the wall, overlooking Eden, I told you that I had given away my God-given flaming sword. And you loved me for it. You hardly knew me.”

“Well, I-” Crowley choked on his own tongue.

“I tried to put it aside, you know. Demons can’t love, they say. But, I would run into you again and again and again and it would be there every time.”

Crowley set his wineglass down by the plants. He wasn’t sure if he was going to cry or pass out, but neither supported his desire to keep a cool demeanor.

“Your love was always there, bright like any star in the cosmos and warmer than the hearth of home.”

He was definitely getting light-headed. He sat down on the ledge by the ficus before he lost all dignity and collapsed. Aziraphale still wasn’t looking at him, despite his continued venture into transparency.

“I daresay, you’ve been more of a loving home to me than heaven ever was.” And now Aziraphale was looking at him, earnest eyes shining.

Crowley removed his sunglasses and tucked them into the collar of his shirt, meeting Aziraphale’s eyes purposefully because words had utterly failed him.

“I am sorry, dear, that I’ve needed to push you away so many times. I know,” Aziraphale swallowed hard, “I know I have a lot to make up for as far as that’s concerned. But, more than that, I’m sorry that you can’t feel how very much I want to be your home, too.”

“You are,” Crowley croaked, unable to hold himself back any longer he reached out his hand and Aziraphale took it in both of his. Those soft, warm angel hands. His world stopped spinning sideways, righting itself as the touch grounded him, “you are my home. Six thousand years, you’ve been my home. Maybe... maybe before that. I just didn’t know what was missing.”

“All the same, I wish you could feel it like I do from you. You don’t know, darling. It’s like basking in the gentlest sunshine. Early morning, with all it’s colors and all it’s quiet. I don’t sleep, but I imagine it feels like waking to a new day.”

Crowley tugged at his hands, pulling him close enough to hug him around the middle. He peered up at the angel, making sure this was okay. It was a sight more than holding hands. Aziraphale moved even closer. Crowley rested his head against the soft belly in front of him.

“I suppose I could just tell you.”

Crowley squeezed him, again finding himself out of words.

“I love you, Crowley.” Aziraphale’s fingers had found their way into the soft hair at the back of his head. Crowley couldn’t breathe and he was, once again, unsure if he was going to start crying, “I love you and I believe in our side- yours and mine. This will not be our last night together.”

Crowley sucked in a deep breath, holding the angel closer. He’d said all of that in a way that rumbled and glistened somehow with Truth. The Truth of an Angel, sent by God Herself. He wanted to believe in it. He would believe it. He didn’t believe in God, outside her existence. He didn’t believe in Heaven’s angels with their thirst for power and control. He didn’t believe in Hell, that place could continue to rot. But, Aziraphale. He believed in Aziraphale. Regardless of whether or not he could feel the love he claimed. He just knew. His belief in this didn’t need tangible proof, it was written between the lines of six thousand years.

“I expect,” Aziraphale’s hand traveled down his jaw and tilted it so they could meet eyes again, “to feel all of this from you tomorrow. And all the days after. Can you promise me that?”

“I promise you, Angel. We’ll come up with something.”

#aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #star light-reads #fic pompts #thank you so much for the prompt!#this one totally gained a life of it's own and got away with me #which is so much fun :)#as always I'm open to any prompts sent my way #it's nice to have a springboard for writing!#mintymallo

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