#bit scuffed but it worked!

[asuiru]

cc12 w1r18 | skadeknights

[unknownhyperial]

Some Gangle doodles for the soul

And a traumatized Pomni for the road

[mahikamihan]

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don't have much time to do more than this, but just wanna put it out there *sigh* one day i might finish it 🥲

[thecooleraveragejamm]

qsmp eggies! had a lot of fun making my own figurines, hopefully finishing the rest soon!

[sysig]

Went absolutely feral on WOY again recently (Patreon)

[writinggremlin]

A Writer's Spiral Into Peril: Highway to Hell

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs Here you go. Take it.

@writing-prompt-s What have you done to me? /lighthearted

[just-jammin]

i did a thing on famitracker

cover arrangement is based on the original song, as well as a musescore sheet

yt version coming up soon :3

(all links will be listed in subsequent reblogs)

[smolbudgielord]

one day I hope to have/join a dnd campaign with all of my friends but I also think it'd be equally as funny to join one of theirs as like the only one Online. Like I'm on a little ipad propped up to see the table and everyone else. I don't even have to be a player, maybe I'm just like the dm's little helper behind the dm screen. I occasionally do voices through the shitty mic. I roll dice. I act as side enemies during fights and help control their actions/keep track of fight order. Maybe the players don't even know I'm there, just that there's a faint other voice behind the dm screen and occasional giggling as the dm consults their "little advisor" at times. I wear a black robe and dramatic eyeshadow, awaiting the time the players question what's going on. It's a surprise. The ipad comes out from behind the dm screen, I maniacally laugh and greet the players. the shock. the drama. omfg.

[leon-swedfinqs]

Good Omens D&D AU Master Post

As I start to make and post more and more things about the AU, I decided I would make a master post to sorta keep things organized and easy to find in regards to information and any art that I post/reblog (in case you are curious and happen to miss anything also sorta for myself if i wanna look back at something i specifically posted but didnt write down anywhere else like the idiot that i am LOL). Once I build up the motivation to write the outline and potentially start writing a more "concrete" fan fiction with this idea, I will also post the chapters here as well. Yay organization!!

ART

Initial AU Doodle Dump

Crowley AU Design

Headshot Sketch

Two Idiots Interwoven By Fate

Pre-Crowley Aziraphale

Resting By The Campfire (+ reblog with silly Azi doodle)

They're so gay and into each other (+ other fun doodles)

Reverse AU of the AU Scenario

The sword is the last resort

I have been burned (comic)

Our destinies brought us together

In their youth

Crowley (Post Solaris)

Blessing? Or curse?

The Ram and the Lamb

With you, I have forever~

You flash bastard!

LORE STUFF

Character Master Post

Character Fun Facts

Crawly the Snake

Crowley and Ophiuchus

Comfort in the Past

WRITING

Breaking Aziraphale Free

Their First Meeting

Immortal in the Mortal Plane

Beautiful Eyes, Shielded and Guarded

A Witch’s Letter

A Trip To The Market

Every Action, Crashing Down

Newt's Side Quest

Home Is Where The Heart Is

A New Party Member

Home Is Where The Heart Is - Epilogue

Braided Timelines

ASKS / OTHER INTERACTIONS

@chaotic-french-fries's art

Muriel's Role in the Story

What about Eric the demon?

@rofl-chips's art

@rofl-chips’s art pt2

World Building and Tentative Timeline

D&D and Drummer!Crowley

Character Sheets

Every Frame While We Dance

[toybotic]

Shoutout to @vintagecandy tthese stickers are absolutely lovely and I am so excited to find homes for them >:) (the packaging is cute as hell too yall need to see this)

[themiiofalltime]

also i should say that there’s a chance that the polls aren’t released at exactly 12pm (bst) because i will be sat in a german classroom so my phone might do funky things, this also applies to round 1c on thursday

[nano-hexbug]

Show me the big TFA Bee 👀 plz

Bee figure and Princess Minimus plush hold hands and terrorize the rest of my former collection with their size <3

[dyketubbo]

the thing is in my mind i have such a clear way of how to properly incorporate ctubbo killing c!aimsey into the story in my head and i have like a whole dynamic in there but it makes me feel so incredibly insane because all there is in canon is just. ctubbo felt a little quirky that day killed a woman and laughed it off like.

[sysig]

Looney Tunes-ass setup

[ahiijny]

the shen

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Chocolate Princess ♡

Willy Wonka x reader

Description - Y/n Ficklegruber can't help but become enamoured with the spectacularly peculiar man stood in the middle of the galleria.

Word count - 1.6k

warnings - fluff ♡

a/n: Watched Wonka today with my sister and my little cousins and honestly have never smiled so much during a film. Every bit of it was just pure wondourous imagination. And Timothee as Wonka was just too scrumptious! Who couldn't love him!

Masterlist

PART TWO

--♡--

I began everyday as I always did. Being ungraciously tumbled out of my pink satin sheets, poked and prodded by our various servants, squeezed into the most painstakingly prissy pink gingham dress (with a matching bow for extra faff), and hauled into my fathers car to join him on his way to work.

You see, I am the sole child of famed chocolatier Felix Ficklegruber. Since I had completed my mandatory years of studies, my days consisted of lounging about my fathers office in complete boredom. My mind practically weakened with the mundane repetitiveness of it all, and I knew it would surely combust if it was not stimulated soon. For 2 years now, I had been begging my father to allow me to study at the prestigious university at the edge of town. But each plea had been met with a scoff, an eyebrow raise and sharp “no”. Even the library was off limits.

I paced around his office, deliberately scuffing my mary janes against the carpet. I smirked at how each scrape made his face tick as if it was being flicked.

“Would you cease that infernal racket. I am trying to work, precious girl.”

“What work? All you do is sit up here eating your own chocolate.” I slumped down onto the disgustingly green couch.

“Please darling, you are giving me a headache, I must ring for my 8am mocha.” He picked up the telephone, clasping his fingers to his eyes.

I drummed my fingers against my dress and clicked my heels together. “You know,” I trailed off. “I wouldn’t be here to bother you at all if…I was at the library.”

The phone was slammed back onto the receiver which made me flinch. He rose from the desk and stalked his way towards me.

“No daughter of mine will be caught in some stuffy book prison-”

“That’s not entirely correct..”

“--That are refuge for the ugly, the untalented and the p–” He dry heaved. I winced at the possibility of another spew. “The p-” I lunged for a bowl as he spluttered.

“I know what you are going to say so maybe we should avoid any bodily functions.” I picked up his monogrammed hanky and wet it from my glass of water. I dabbed the cool liquid against his mouth. His eyes softened at my action and his hand softly clasped around my wrist.

“Sweetheart, you live in complete luxury. Have treasures other children couldn’t even dream of. Why can’t you just stay.” My gaze fell. His hands held my shoulders to turn me around and led me towards the towering window which overlooked the galleria. “Besides, one day you will inherit my pride and joy, my fortune, the very thing that ignites my soul, my–”

“Who’s that?” I interrupted, and pointed my finger to a beautifully disheveled man who had risen atop his suitcase in order to address the crowd. I quirked a smile and took in the strange man, who was truly more a boy, and his frightfully exciting appearance.

The thickness of the window meant I couldn’t hear what the boy was saying but his movements and expressions delighted me to no end. I giggled as he began to flap, mimicking a butterfly. I gasped as he produced from his shallow hat, a large jar of what appeared to be chocolate eggs. But once he took the top off, I shrieked in delight, as each little egg floated up as if carried by wings.

I felt my father stiffen before he shoved me away from the window.

“Now, now sweetheart. Do not bother looking at this man any longer. Clearly another hopeful vagrant but do not worry.” He lifted my chin with his pinky. “We shall deal with him right now.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who was ‘we’.

--♡--

Once the three had left their respective stores, I snuck out of our own and managed to squeeze my way through the crowd so I was left behind my father and my, and I regret to say it, godfathers.

They each took a bite of the treats offered by the mysterious man who beamed at them with awe filled eyes.

Even from my limited view I could see the flickers of enjoyment cross each of their eyes as they questioned the different ingredients. But my gazing was caught by the top hatted man. His smile grew even brighter as our eyes met. I felt unsure in the presence of a man such as him and all my normal instincts failed. So I settled on a little wave. He offered a small wave back.

“--100%, the absolute WORST!”

The man jumped out of his skin in glee, mishearing Slugworth because of his focus on me.

“Did you hear that ladies and gentlemen, an endorsement by–wait did you say the worst?”

Anger bubbling in my blood, I finally made my presence known.

“You lie, Arthur. I saw your face! You haven’t enjoyed a treat that much since daddy figured out how to make marshmallow flavored chocolate milk.”

There were murmurs amongst the three in agreement and fond memory of that chocolate milk. But they snapped back and I was held firmly by my father who apologized to Slugworth for my rude behavior. A cane was held down on the hand that gripped me. I looked up and met the sweet face of its owner.

“I am terribly sorry.” With a practiced flick I was released. I looped my hand around my saviours available arm. He led me backwards in comical cautiousness. “But I don’t think she’d like to be held for what comes next.”

Suddenly, the three men began to lift into the air.

“The hoverbugs from mumbai! They love chocolate! You must have put their eggs in the treat!” I exclaimed excitedly, whilst watching the hilarious display.

“Exactly.” In my glee, I hadn’t noticed the adoring look which the chocolatier had fixed on the side of my head.

The fun was interrupted by the chief of police. I rolled my eyes. Slugworth must have phoned.

“Now Ms Ficklegruber if you’d kindly step away from the criminal.” The chief of police gestured and I was led away as they interrogated the man whose name I still didn’t know. I looked on sadly as he was forced to give up his earnings. I shoved off the policemen’s arms, I made my way back over to the man whose face was as solemn as how happy it had been just minutes before. The excitement around the galleria had dimmed as various floating consumers were returned to gravity.

“I am really sorry.” I gestured to the measly sovereign he was left with.

“Don’t be. It was a law and I broke it. These fine men were merely doing their job. But a new day shall bring new promise.” He soldiered on with a smile and once again patted his hat back upon his head. “At least I can make rent.” He flicked the sovereign up and caught it once again.

“Where are you staying?”

“Scrubbits.”

My face fell in sympathy. “You didn’t read the fine print?” I pitied the poor man and what was about to befall him. Scrubbits contract was a common warning amongst residents but as I truly took in the whimsical nature which surrounded this man, I knew he wasn't from here. And that made me smile. This place could use something new.

He sheepishly scratched the back of his head and lowered his eyeline.

“You can’t read?” I questioned but my tone couldn't help but soften.

“I always thought my mama would teach me, but eventually my pursuits became solely chocolate.” I reached out and grasped his arm. Stroking the velvet beneath my fingertips.

Before I even knew what they were, the words left my mouth. “I could teach you.”

He was surprised. “You would? But why?”

“You’re interesting.” I peered back to the shop which loomed behind me. “I need that.”

“Forgive me, I have not even introduced myself.” He took off his hat and leaned into a deep bow. “My name is Willy Wonka.”

I giggled but responded with a curtsy of my own. “Y/n Ficklegruber.”

At the mention of my last name he looked towards the ceiling where my father still hung, gesturing feebly. “Wow. You really have chocolate in your blood. No wonder you’re so sweet.” Both our eyes widened when we realized what he said. A blush spread across my heated cheeks and meeting Willy’s eyes suddenly became impossible.

“Y/N GET AWAY FROM THAT CANDY GRABBING SCOUNDREL!” My fathers voice beat down from the ceiling where he had been watching my entire interaction with Wonka.

“Meet me at the fountain, tonight, 10pm sharp. Daddy will be in a sugar crash by then. It’ll be easy to sneak out.”

Before I could rush off to avoid my father once his feet returned to earth, Willy halted my movements and placed his empty palm out in front of me.

“Before you go, I want to give you something. You shouldn’t have anything I make in bulk. You deserve something a little more…” He placed a cloth over his palm and ripped it off revealing a deep red chocolate heart decorated with tiny flakes of gold. “Bespoke.”

I placed the treat in my mouth and audibly moaned at the taste. This man was a true genius. My father is going to be so mad. I could jump for joy.

“Till tonight, Mr Wonka.”

“Please, call me Willy.” I leaned up and delicately kissed his cheek in a way of goodbye.

--♡--

That night after discovering the true horror of what being a “guest” of Scrubbits included, Willy begged and pleaded with his newest friend, Noodle, to help him sneak out for the night because, in his words, he’d seen…

“The most beautiful girl to ever exist and if I don’t get to see her again tonight, my heart might just burst out of my chest!”

--♡--