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glitchinmatrixx

The plot was amazing this season...🤤

ironicorange-hetalia

commission for @salmonandsoup !

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goosetooths

THE AWNING OF A NEW AGE - PT 1 of 3

i was personally a bit dissatisfied with the end of GO3, so i decided to make a better ending for myself. I hope you enjoy too!

hetadoujinarchive

Hetalia "Dora Musuko"

Characters: Prussia, Spain, France

Pages: 28

Artist: 89sion

Translation by: unknown

Vibes: mellow, slow, bit romantic?

Summary: Prussia is confused by France and Spain's open relationship.

Links: WebArchive, Spanish/Español

hannibal-lecters-cock

I don’t want much in life. Just Hannigram running a cozy little bakery: Hannibal crafting beautiful pastries, and Will behind the counter making coffee, always a little grumpy, pretending he hates every customer while remembering all their usual orders anyway.

fuckyeahmexico

Tijuana, B.C., Mirror vendor, 1995, ph. Alex Webb

oldpaintings

Orpheus Death, 1893 by Jean Delville (Belgian, 1867–1953)

kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon

Nothing but blue skies

Rated M || 3.2K words || Aziraphale/Crowley

This fic was written as part of the Nice & Accurate Atelier server's fic and art exchange! It's a gift for the lovely @tanpopomugishu, inspired by their gorgeous art:

My Valentine

Thank you for sharing your talent with us! 🥰 I adore the way you draw them, the emotion and love is so clear and warm.

Many many thanks also to @malachitegrey and @brenna for beta-reading this and making it better.

CW/Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, South Downs Cottage, Sunflowers, Language of Flowers, Light Angst, Past Trauma, Soft, Top Crowley/Bottom Aziraphale, Rain, Sunshine, Apple Pie, Inspired by Fanart, see more at AO3!

Summary and Excerpt:

Now that he thought about it, Aziraphale did remember Crowley mentioning something offhand last night. Something about a jaunt into the village for seeds or garden supplies or somesuch. To be honest, Aziraphale hadn't been listening closely. They'd been enjoying nightcaps on the back terrace, after all, sitting together in the loveseat with the soft cushions. The starry night wheeling overhead, a wonderful glittering projection to make him marvel at the vastness of God's creation, and yet…and yet his focus had been local. He'd been admiring the way Crowley's fingers had threaded through his own, had been holding his breath as Crowley's thumb designed strange new wandering sigils into the well of his palm, the lines growing warmer and slower and softer with each stroke until Aziraphale had turned, aching, to meet him in a kiss.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Tagging @goodomensafterdark like a good goblin ❤️

image credit: "Backyard Flowers 28 Sunflower" by thelearningcurvedotca licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0. Edited/remixed by me.