i just think that steddie is the furthest from those couples who joke about hating each other. they've both been through too much and had been given too little love for what they need (and deserve). someone talks like marriage, huh? end of your freedom and life? and steddie just go straight faced, no. no i love my husband why would you say that.
they're one of those couples where you think they must be faking it, because you can't possibly wake up every day this happy and love your husband more? but they're really that. waking up earlier just so they can spend time together before work. getting each other flowers and gifts for no reason other than "i just thought about you" or "just wanted to make you smile". when one of them is out and he's like. i have to go home because i miss my husband too much now. just genuinely wanting to be around each other all the time. even during the worst arguments, there's never a doubt they're not still completely head over heels. they're It. and they can't even bring themselves to joke about ever feeling anything different. they sure tease each other a lot about everything but this? this is the one thing they're too scared to joke about
Logging on to see this and I am nodding aggressively. They are BESOTTED with each other. They are DISGUSTINGLY in love. They make other people YEARN for silly love songs they make come true. I, for one, am furious
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Today marks the 10th anniversary of Nicomaki duet song "ずるいよMagnetic today" release! 🩷❤️
At this point I treat the song’s release date like nicomaki couple anniversary 💀 i mean!! a duet song!! WITH VERY PERSONALIZED LYRICS ABOUT THEM TOO….. pls let me have a long life so i can make it every year 😇🙏
the last time i made anniversary art for zurui yo magnetic today was in 2019! It’s getting the biggest number i’ve ever posted on tumblr lol (but that is definitely cuz of the wild almost-to-kiss-tension-pose lol)
enjoy the meal for every nkmk shipper if you’re still breathing?? nicomaki will be forever my top, it surpasses all my ships across the universe. I love you both my dumbass magnet 🩷❤️
imagine applying physics reference to your art
process (lots of skipped parts i forgot to save)
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Writer’s Guild Presents: The Ecstasy of Eden: Chapter seven
This fic is complete! Ahhh time for some delightful South Downs Retirement fluff.
After five times they used sex pollen, and we've reached the one time they don't :)
There aren't any CWs for this, it's all lovely adorable consensual sex.
Start here
Final chap here
Excerpt
Crowley's eyes opened to the dazzling sun creeping through the curtains. His fingers grazed soft, fluffy pyjamas, and when he squeezed, the warm, full shape of an angel curled into him. The morning air was soaked with sweat, sleep, and angelic and demonic morning breath, which he immediately fixed with a flick of his wrist.
Aziraphale’s muscles rippled as he stirred awake and Crowley watched with interest, casting his eyes along each part he’d never had much time to gawk at in their 6,000 year friendship.
“Morning, Mr Crowley,” he whispered, tightening his hold on Aziraphale’s supple belly, and though he could not see it, he knew the expression on Aziraphale's face. The same one he had become used to seeing every time they took in a new day. A hand groped at Crowley’s thigh, and he caught it in his, interlocking their fingers together.
Crowley planted a delicate kiss on Aziraphale’s cheek and as expected it was taut, pulling at the sides with a wide grin. Crowley’s heart thrummed with such an explosion of gratitude and love, that it was a wonder he didn’t combust with it.
“Morning, Mr Fell,” Aziraphale said, stretching to face Crowley, his eyes drooped and hazy.
“I really wish you’d picked a better surname.”
“Well, if you hadn’t - you know - then we might never have done this.”
Crowley laughed at his indignant pout. “Oh, I see.” He gave a mock salute. “My damnation at your service.” Aziraphale’s lip jutted out further, though Crowley could see how hard he was trying not to let the smile take over.
“I mean it, Crowley.” He found Crowley’s hand, and squeezed it. “I’m glad it was you in the garden, just as you are.”
“You’re only saying that so I'll go to the little bakery in the village again.”
“Well, it is Sunday.”
“It's the day of rest,” Crowley protested.
“Not for the damned.”
“So, that’s why you were so keen for a demon as a husband.”
“Amongst other things.” Aziraphale threaded a hand into Crowley’s hair and kissed him. There was nothing special about this kiss, one in a long line of kisses; for buying groceries, for meeting him at the door, for existing , and that somehow that made it the most special of all.
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Thanks to: @adverbian, @voluptatiscausa, @malachitegrey for the High Sex Pollen Event! Phew it's been a ride. I 100% suggest checking out all the other fics here.
And to my lovely betas: @fuzzygoblin , and @happynachohologram for beta-ing my last chapter.
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okay so ages ago on the Bird Hellsite I saw someone make a coat entirely out of worm on a strings so now we have that incredibly cursed mental image right. My question to you is who in the TTA cast would be most likely to wear that thing and why is it Steve?
Oh, I met someone who did that a few years ago! Might have been the same person tbh.
I think a number of the minor characters would happily wear it, but the one most likely to make it would be Ash from the ghost hunting arc. Steve would wear it too, but Adam could make it work.
I had a grudge for years against worm on a string though... It was 2014. Flying across the country with my art class for the final judging of a competition. New York City, baby. Every day was constant activity; always going to a different event, a different activity, a different project...
And the stage was set: A small budget for the ILNY tourist store, two exhausted teenagers, and a misleading ad. The sound was off, and without captions we were left to assume... And we believed if the worms got wet, they would squirm. It made sense why they were $20 with technology like that.
Me and my best friend bought the worm on a string. We named him... Hal. It was all we talked about that day, the anticipation of getting back to the hotel.
Finally we get to our room. I was more excited about this than about being in the top 5 for a contest with a $50,000 prize. We opened the package, deterred by none of the signs, confirmation bias in full force... What's this string? Oh, it must be so they don't squirm away and get lost!
Fools.
Two fools standing over the bathroom sink, Hal in ones hands, and the other turning on the faucet. Nothing. A gentle shake of the lifeless soggy body. Still nothing.
And then the dawning realization: The worm was never gonna squirm around. We were duped.
How could we let that go... For years, I didn't.
I've since developed a fondness. It was never Hal's fault. We were exhausted, not thinking straight, and we blamed him for our own failure. I can only try to make amends... But I truly believe Hal never held resentment in his fuzzy blue heart.
Anyways we got second place and then the next year we won but that's less important.
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