30+, she/her, north european, @Mirjam at AO3. I write and whine about writing. I rec fanfics, post about writing, and queue a lot of art (not mine though). Currently mostly Good Omens. 🔞Mind how you go! This blog has NSFW content! 🔞
I’m a Good Omens fanfic writer who also occasionally draws on colour pencils. I’m Finnish, over 30, accept any pronouns (she/her is fine) and try to stay out of drama. Follow me for romance, comedy and fluff! I also have a never ending queue of GO art on my Tumblr.
My most well known GO fanfic is Truth or Dare, and I’m currently obsessed with a longer story: Be Still My Soul -series (a human au set in Finnish history). I’m a bit of a history geek, and the fic has its own Tumblr blog where I share my extensive historical notes and background stuff.
Me outside Tumblr:
AO3: MirjamOmens
Other Socials on Carrd.
You can also find me on several fandom servers on Discord. Come and say hi!
Just finished this ineffable commission from @MirjamLoves on twitter, based on their upcoming fanfiction about Aziraphale and Crowley in the Finnish civil war.
Aand here's the second piece I did for the Secret Santa as a pinch hitter! It is a gift for @/redflower42 and the story has been extended into a fic, so if anyone else is interested in a lot of fluff, here it is:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
bro has been hanging on by the skin of his gd teeth for 6000 years. i would assume he is teetering on the razor's edge of a breakdown at any given moment
oon pohtinut tätä aika paljon, kun suomalaisten on välillä vähän vaikea muistaa, että meillä on oma ruokakulttuuri. suomessa ei ole ehkä yhtä merkittäviä ja tunnettuja kulttuurisia ruokalajeja (niitä on mutta ei samassa mittakaavassa kuin vaikka japanissa), mutta suomalaisilla on tosi selkeät ja aika omintakeiset ruokailuajat ja -säännöt.
erityisen mielenkiintoista on tää "pala"-ruokakulttuuri. Meillähän on siis kansallisessa suosituksessa viisi ruokaa, josta kolme on "paloja". Aamupala, välipala ja iltapala. Näiden kaikkien on tarkoitus olla kohtalaisen kevyitä mutta terveellisiä aterioita. Millekään näistä sanoista ei ole erityisen hyvää englanninnosta, koska koko pala-ateriakulttuuri puuttuu englanninkielisistä maista. Tämän takia esim. snack on huono käännös valipalalle, koska snack voi olla vaikka sipsiä, joka EI OLE VÄLIPALA, se on herkku.
toinen läppä juttu on se, että suomessa on sairaan aikainen ruokarytmi. tää varmaan johtuu siitä, että koska aamupala on aika kevyt, lounasta syödään aika aikaisin. sen jälkeen on vain kevyt välipala, jonka jälkeen päivällinen/illallinen on yleensä viideltä tai kuudelta. mun japanilaiset kaverit nauro mulle ku kysyin et haluuks ne illalliselle ja ehdotin kello 17. se oli kuulemma liian aikainen :D
After an exhausting week, Anthony returns to Asa's. All he wants is to get home, take a hot shower, have dinner, and go to sleep. However, perhaps the evening has something far more comforting in store.
Notes
Where Asa is caring even while sleeping.
On Ao3
Rating G - 652 words
Anthony let out a long, weary sigh as he closed his car door. Between grading papers, attending heated faculty meetings, and navigating the frantic pace of university life, he felt like a battery at the end of its life.
His next sigh was one of relief when he turned around and saw the building where Asa’s apartment was located.
His haven of peace.
Not the place itself, but the person who lived there.
Throughout this trying week, Asa had been a constant presence, showering Anthony with caring attention. From the beginning, he had offered to let Anthony stay at his place. Despite his busy days at the bookshop, Asa found time to send him encouraging messages, make sure he was eating healthily, pack him a lunch, and ensure he wasn’t skimping on sleep.
It was finally the weekend, and Anthony was going to show his lover just how grateful he was for his thoughtful care, even though Asa never asked for anything in return.
All he wanted at that moment was to take a long, hot shower, enjoy the meal Asa had probably prepared, spend some quality time with him, and then slip under the covers to get some rest.
A few moments later, Anthony stepped through the apartment door and softly called, "I'm home," so as not to startle Asa.
Usually, this moment was marked by the sound of quick footsteps and Asa’s cheerful chatter. He would tell stories about the eccentric customers at the bookshop or ask questions about Anthony’s day. But this time, only silence answered him.
Hanging his coat in the entryway, he called again softly as he stepped further into the apartment. "Asa? Are you there?"
When he walked into the living room, he couldn’t help but gasp in surprise when he saw Asa asleep.
Anthony had caught his lover dozing off before while reading, either with a thick book resting in his lap in the armchair by the window or leaning against Anthony while they were both reading on the couch.
But now, Asa was sprawled out on the couch, in a posture of total vulnerability. He had one cheek resting on his hand, and pressed against his chest, he clutched Anthony’s old hoodie, the one he’d "borrowed" a few days ago and refused to give back.
Anthony’s exhaustion, which had still been weighing on his shoulders just a minute earlier, evaporated instantly, replaced by a wave of tenderness so powerful it almost took his breath away.
A hot shower? Dinner? The promise of a cozy bed? All of that suddenly seemed insignificant to him. At that moment, there was only one thing he needed, to snuggle up to his lover, feel his warmth, and forget the exhaustion of the past week together.
Anthony took off his shoes and walked silently over to the couch. With infinite slowness, he slipped into the narrow space between the back of the couch and Asa’s body, intertwining their legs. Then, he wrapped a protective arm around Asa’s waist and gently pulled him close.
Asa, though still half-asleep, reacted instinctively. He turned around and snuggled up against Anthony, naturally finding the crook of the professor’s neck with his face. The touch of Asa’s skin against his sent a shiver of contentment down Anthony’s spine. Without opening his eyes, the bookseller sighed and whispered, "Welcome home, my love."
Anthony tightened his embrace, burying his face in Asa’s soft hair and breathing in his familiar, comforting scent. Then he whispered back, "I love you, Asa. So much."
Asa shifted slightly and planted a kiss on Anthony’s chest before replying in a sleepy voice, "Mmm... love you, too."
In the dimly lit living room, the outside world ceased to exist. Classes, overtime, and daily conflicts gradually receded, fading away into the comfort of that moment.
Anthony tightened his embrace and, gradually lulled by Asa’s steady breathing against his chest, drifted off to sleep.
