“That’s my girl.”

Jedi archivist Aziraphale, and Sith agitator Crowley

They meet at a younger age, and each realizes the other is different than they'd been led to believe. They eventually form a business relationship (of course).

Both sides have stockpiles of old texts that they don't like to share, even the mundane ones. Aziraphale wants to complete fragmented collections, and Crowley just thinks they should be available to everyone. So he sneaks old Sith texts to Aziraphale for transcription, and Aziraphale in return brings him copies of (mostly harmless) texts from the Jedi libraries, to be distributed. Both get what they want.

But of course, after a while they're completely in love with one another, so.

okay, so for project “find anathema a girlfriend,” since good omens doesn’t really have much in the way of female characters, we’ve gotta go crossover. and to me, the natural place to go, it seems, is discworld. now granted, it’s been a few years since i read most of them, so i’ve forgotten a lot, but this is really just a long winded way to say:

please consider anathema/susan sto helit

Okay okay okay

Death comes to Susan (rarely a good sign), and tells her that one of the worlds he reaps for is going to have its apocalypse eleven years from the day, only somebody misplaced the child foretold to bring about a glorious age of darkness and fire.

The thing is, Death likes this world. He’s taken an interest, and is there any way that Susan would mind keeping an eye on the child? Keep him upright, and all that.

It’s just until the apocalypse passes, Susan tells herself.

Five years later, Tadfield Primary gets a new language arts teacher, and Ms. Stohelit, with her cool black sweaters and cool black pants and hair with a cool black streak running through it, is immediately a favourite of the Them. Gone are the works of Dahl and Rowling, and in their stead are books on the glorious military campaigns of people with names like ‘Genghis Khan’ and ‘Boudicca.’ Vocabulary among Tadfield children doubles overnight, and Adam immediately devises games around them, and Susan watches, not invisible, but more unnoticeable, her eyes starbright blue.

“He’s really quite remarkable,” she admits to his parents when they ask after him. “I can tell he’s bound to have a brilliant future.”

It’s only for a bit longer, Susan tells herself.

Then one day, the American (Susan learns that it’s not a word said in England as much as it’s sneered) arrives. Susan finds her one night, stressed to tears, obsessing over a book of prophecy.

With a stiffness that makes her internal self cringe, she asks if she’d like to come in for a cup of tea.

While the tea cools, everything in Anathema Device comes spilling out. The years spent bent over the flashcards, the lifetime spent planned out in a book, the eyes she feels watching her, the pressure to perform.

Susan admits quietly that, yes, she knows something about what that’s like.

Anathema leaves back for her cottage. She kisses Susan on the cheek and thanks her for listening. It’s right over the birthmark that glows when she’s angry. It burns for an entirely different reason tonight.

The next night, Anathema is hit by a car.

Susan feels it in her, well, not her stomach, more in her bones, the ancient sense of the Duty. The air goes the greyish-purple of slowed time, and she runs until she spots the Bentley.

The gentlemen look at her with raised eyebrows.

There’s an awkward pause of recognition.

“Oh,” says the one in a white coat. “You’re - er-”

“Yes,” she says. She’s fighting back the urge to slip into the Voice. “Is she all right?”

The one in the black suit probably rolls his eyes. She can’t tell. “Oh, she’s fine. You don’t have to fuss.”

She sees the dent on the Bentley. Sees the bicicyle.

Something flashes starbright blue in her eyes. Crowley suddenly feels unseasonably cold.

Anathema only accepts the ride from the two men because Susan is also coming. If she notices that they appear to be frightened of her, she doesn’t say.

Susan gets out with Anathema in front of her cottage, with a final, frosty look back at the driver.

Anathema pauses. She looks back at Susan.

She defies Agnes Nutter* and asks if she’d like to spend the night.

*Unbeknownst to her, the second volume of the Nice and Accurate Prophecies starts with:

Pre-Scripte: Should the Daughter’s Daughter of He who hails from the World Atop The Turtle arrive to Ye, as such things are Not Bounde to Prophecie, I tell Ye this, Anathema: Get On That.

revali’s the edgy one, isn’t he. i could 100% imagine him wearing terrible “i hate everyone” hot topic t-shirts lmao

so i couldn’t help but draw it

emo scarf and all

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im sorry but this is too fucking funny

@senator-organa

by the way, you can download the finished mod here

Azukni is not only my most powerful force sensitive, she literally doesn’t know how to conceal it in any way shape or form.

Basically she walks around shining like a beacon of light all the time.

Doodle featuring @aurrieccentric ’s Rylthos and @senator-organa ’s Divaq! (I’ve already drawn kallten and tallia a couple times whoops)

“The engine [of Darth Maul’s speeder] had been designed for maximum performance and minimum noise. Maul’s victims rarely heard the speeder’s approach until it was too late.”

this makes it sound like maul’s a hit and run driver, flying around crashing into people left and right

slakdal;skd;alkdsl;aksdkla imagine maul defeating his enemies with the ancient sith murder technique of hit and run

@pattroughton:

The slow decline of Captain John Sheridan’s emotional health

Gray Boxes Instead of Photos on Text Posts Update II

It looks like the gray boxes are here to stay, so I’ve written a simple extension called “Auto Load Images”, now available on the extension gallery, that loads the photos without you clicking on them first.

Now, there seems to be a problem uploading images to text posts, it looks like Tumblr forgot a slash on the Javascript code. It is not related to XKit, and it will probably get fixed really soon.