"Amanda, sweetie, is the cake definitely meant to be in the oven for this long? It feels like it's been a while.”
A late Day 2 of @sapphicfromthehipweek with Clamanda for the prompt 'baking'!
I want to say a MASSIVE thank you to the wonderful Madge for hosting this event!! The sapphic appreciation makes me so happy and loved and I'm so so looking forward to going over all of the works created <333
Will also prob be posting late submissions for a while, sorry :')
Fill for @merlinmicrofic, for the Prompt 'Storm'! (Merlin/Arthur, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply)
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It was always going to happen at some point. Half of the castle staff had made serious bets on it.
But no-one - and this includes Merlin and Arthur themselves - was expecting their first kiss to take place in a dingy, dirty cave in the middle of nowhere and the midst of a thunderstorm.
The aftermath of 1 and 2 spending an evening at the theatre together!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Numberblocks (UK Cartoon)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: 1 & 2 (Numberblocks TV)
Characters: 1 (NumberBlocks TV), 2 (NumberBlocks TV)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Platonic Soulmates, Theatre, Romeo and Juliet References, Numberblocks as Humans, that's how i imagined it when writing but it's literally so vague, 1 Has Dyspraxia (Numberblocks TV), Best Friends, Implied/Referenced Character Death, in Romeo and Juliet tho dw, Queerplatonic Relationships, completely up to interpretation though, :))), they are theatre kids and you can't convince me otherwise, Domestic Fluff, Nail Painting, Character With Dyspraxia
Pspspsps Numberblocks community come get y'all's food
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Week 28 of the IneffablePromptAThon run by @ineffablyruined for the prompt 'Stranger'! Used the opportunity to yap about my religious practice :DD
Tagging @blujellyfish21 as my dear helpol Good Omens mutual! :)
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“Well, that wasn't very nice.” huffed Aziraphale, visibly offended. Crowley, walking along the pavement beside him, was reminded significantly of a sulking puppy.
“What?” he asked, caring more than he would have liked.
“I made an effort to smile at that person walking past, and they acted like I didn't even exist.”
Crowley smiled now, bitterly. “I'm afraid that's the way of the world, Angel. People are rude. Pretty sure you're the only exception.”
Aziraphale opened his mouth to argue, but couldn't think of any actual good points, so closed it again and looked at the floor, deflated.
“I'm not sure why you bother, really.”
It wasn't said unkindly, but it made Aziraphale curl his fists into balls and say, quietly but firmly,
“Xenia.”
Crowley looked at him. “You what?”
“Xenia.” Aziraphale met his eyes with an almost uncharacteristic confidence, soft blue burning into pale yellow. “An Ancient Greek custom. That one should treat every stranger with kindness, because anyone could be a god in disguise.”
His demon counterpart was taken aback. He blinked, processing this for a moment. “But… but that's not your religion.”
“Well, no. But I befriended a lot of Hellenic people back in the day,” (Crowley had a sneaking suspicion that “back in the day” meant “a few thousand years ago”) “And knowing that it was so important to them naturally made it important to me.”
“But haven't the followers of the old Greek ways all but died out?” asked Crowley, genuinely.
“Not at all, my dear! Far from it! People all over the world still worship the Hellenic theoi. Sure, they don't have big monumental prayer buildings, but you don't need those for your religion to be valid.”
Crowley nodded to indicate his understanding, and smiled again, but it was a real smile this time. They walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, before he said, gently, “I just don't want you to be disappointed when people are rude or ungrateful. Because that happens a lot.”
“Thank you. I am grateful. But.. it's nice to be nice, you know?”
Crowley grunted, but pushed the matter no further.
It was at this point that they met someone walking the other way. The pavement was thin, so Aziraphale fell in step behind Crowley so that the approaching person would not have to walk in the road. They passed them, and the angel and the demon resumed their side-by-side formation. After a few moments, Crowley became aware that Aziraphale was beaming obnoxiously to himself. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but Aziraphale just shook his head.
“Let's just say, I am most certainly not the only exception.”
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They hesitated. They had managed to carry the weight of their responsibilities perfectly fine on their own for more years than they cared to count. Why in the name of the gods were they now opening up to some mere mortal, one whom they had exchanged little more than a few sentences with?
But there was something in the way that Polites had not interrupted them once. In the way that each time he spoke, his voice was soft and unassuming in a way that was startlingly unfamiliar to Tiresias, but in no way unwelcome.
So they told him.
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Massively inspired by @walfah but it won't let me link the specific post :') (I realise there's probably not much of a clear correlation, but you just got me thinking about Polites and Tiresias interacting :D)