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happy pride month to these repressed catholic old men

[vortmort]

sad gay bone church womp

[shibara]

Oh, Charlie

Some thoughts and close-ups under the cut:

(EDIT: Sorry, I forgor. Now with ID)

The 10 years Charlie spent on the Dreamlands live forever in my mind. Then @horseboneologist came with the steel chair of terrible scenarios for our poor man Charlie and aaaaaah art had to happen. Thank you once again for being a huge inspiration ^^

I've been working on this piece on and off for almost a year and I'm pretty happy with the end result. I've definitely added a few more points to my tentacle and goop rendering stats xD

Shout out to @potato-lord-but-not Every time I saw another of your Noel/Charlie works out there I picked this one up, too. I klsjhglkdfjgfucken love your Charlie so much and he's absolutely the visual inspiration for this one.

And finally a smooch on the forehead to all Charlie Dowd enthusiasts. I've been reading SUCH fantastic fics with him. This fandom is a gift and your work actually does this character justice.

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“I need something bigger than the sky

Hold it in my arms and know it’s mine

Just how many stars will i need to hang around me

To finally call it heaven?”

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Febuwhump Day 10: God Complex

Just finished the silt verses and still thinking about the wound tree

[sweetmapple]

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already miss them

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smug evil bastard old man hope he dies a painful and agonizing death (affectionate)

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He’s hungy why don’t you give him a statement :)

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“You’ll become my personal pet” ok freak.

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Thinking abt malevolent AU Jmart where Martin listens to a cursed cassette tape and gets bound to a fragment of an eldritch fear god that calls itself Jon…

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His color

[gcthamgays]

reblog to beat the joker to death

[timeandspacelord]

Y'know, putting aside the potential a-/acephobic reasons, and the "not relying on overused romance tropes/shortcuts" reasons, I think one of the big reasons (that I haven't really seen talked about?) that Good Omens gets accused of queerbaiting is that it's basically the story of an existing relationship. It's not the story of how Aziraphale and Crowley fall in love, or admit that they're in love, or whatever that people tend to expect out of romance stories these days, at least, not in the traditional sense. Yes, technically we get to see their relationship develop and we do get to see them realizing and admitting to themselves that they are in love and that the other loves them back, but that's not really the main focus the way it is in a lot of stories where romance is involved. There's no "will they/won't they" drama, there's no big confession or relationship-affirming kiss or anything, because they've been in a developing relationship for nearly all of 6000 years. That's like, literally what the Arrangement is. It's their relationship, their "basically married", their "involved", their "together but we can't say it outright bc people are watching and also we don't wanna screw it up". And people aren't used to seeing that in stories about relationships (seriously, find me one example of a story where the main, endgame couple is together at the beginning and the plot doesn't revolve entirely around them having issues that they need to work out. Hollywood/the publishing industry is allergic to writing about healthy relationships that stay healthy and in tact and exist after they get together). So when they see Neil Gaiman say "it's a love story" they expect the story of Azi and Crowley falling in love and finally admitting it to themselves and each other and having a big climactic kiss to seal the deal. And when they get a couple who is basically married in everything but name, who have been together for 6000 years but have had to be so so careful and dance around their feelings bc ~bureaucracy~, who don't need a big kiss at the end, just a loving, tender look because they can finally relax and be in love together... it doesn't feel like enough to them. They were so busy looking for the "getting together" plot that isn't really there that they missed the love story that was there. Which is a shame honestly, because it really is an excellent love story. There's enemies to lovers and mutual pining and almost a sort of courtly love situation going on and it's excellent. And people don't see it because it's not what they were looking for.

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She spun back as he finally caught up with her, grey eyes filled with panic and dread. Maedhros felt his heart sink.

It was the same expression Aredhel bore when she was stuck on a tree, and keened for her cousin to rescue her; or when Idril found an unmoving bird on the ground, anxious and helpless, anxious for her uncle to help make it better. The thought that she could have been a cousin or even a sister to him was not one he could bear, not with his hands stained with the blood of her kin.

She was so young, still a child by elven standards though her human blood rendered her fully grown, yet physical maturity was never an excuse to put her under the burden of leading a broken people.

He remembered her father, regal and composed until the last moment of his life, but Maedhros could read the fear hidden under his resolution.

In the ruins of Doriath, he was almost relieved to find that the little girl has escaped, only for the news to be sullied by the disappearance of the Silmaril.

He suppressed the Oath, oh how he tried to not connect the dots between Dior's youngest and the jewel, to look away from Sirion, but when whispers spread about a gem of pure light, he could not ignore it further.

The light gleaming from Elwing's tight clutch was more than enough confirmation.

Her eyes were filled with a determination that pained him to see, knowing he was responsible for her hardship, and it pains him more to think of the life she led without protection from her parents, struggling to thrive in the remains of destruction and destitute, this was all we had left her with, what I did to her, another victim by my hand. She held the Silmaril closer to her chest and edged towards the window.

No child should deserve this, he thought, through the Oath's shrieking voice take it, take it, regain what is yours, that which belonged to your father and took your brothers away from you--

Elwing perched on the windowsill, her back leaning outside the window, it was then that Maedhros remembered they were in a tower, in fact quite a tall tower given the number of stairs he climbed chasing after her, and she was dangerously close to tipping over…

"Lady, whatever you're doing, it's not worth it."

"That is not up for you to decide."

"There is still a chance, if you would just come down, it is not too late."

"There is none left for me," her breath hitched as she shifted on the narrow ledge, but her focus unfaltering, "you should have known. You left me with no choice the moment you came here."

The soldiers arrived here, just outside the door, waiting for their lord's command. Any moment now, with a simple hand gesture, they would strike, trained to move as fast as hunting hounds, but would it be fast enough to catch her? Elwing's position is already precarious, any sudden movement could break the balance.

“Please,” he slowly laid down his sword and raise his arms, she traced his every movement intently, but not getting closer. “I promise no more harm will come to you, or your family. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

He paused. “Whatever you want, I will do what is within my power to give.”

“Yet you are here to take the one thing I have.”

“No, not all is lost. You still have your children, and they need you.”

The tension in the room suddenly was stiflingly thick. Her face was drained of color, yet venom seethed from her voice.

“You dare to lay a hand on my children? Foul monster, villain, you are no better than the Enemy,” she spat, “What have you done to them?”

“Nothing,” he responded, “but you would not believe me, would you? I can ensure you that no harm will come their way, if only you would promise not to harm yourself.”

She laughed a bitter laugh, “Only a Feänorian would spur such elaborate lies!

“Who do you think I am, to fall for your deceit and treachery? We are of no use to you once you get what you want.”

“I fare thee well, King of the Dispossessed. May our paths never cross in the afterlife.” She leaned back, and Maedhros’ hope sank with her.

3/5 Edit: posted on ao3 as well!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37524763