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GOOD OMENS DAY! SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE EARTH!
#twinning birth month with the earth#twinning and winning#october girlies <33#good omens#good omens 2#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#good omens memes#neil gaiman#certified moth rambles#scheduled#i dont wanna miss it sorry#scheduled post#1k babey!!!! my first 1k!!!!
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I wish I was able to explain the concept of ruth a lot better bc then I could be like "this is a ruth moment" "progressing onto the next stage of the ruth arc" etc and everyone would know what I mean
#having a week+ long feud with various couriers over a missing john leyton compilation album is a certified ruth moment#i can't explain it but tis#she's so hard to explain she's my oc she's a self insert she's a prophecy she's my future self she's me in the present she's a concept she#she's basically a joke me and my sister had of a 31 year old woman who's someone's weird aunt#but she was based on a pic of me when i was 19. and then we were like that's just me in the future#and we'd say random facts about ruth based on vibes#but then so many of them came true??#a few years ago one of us was like ''i can see ruth becoming really invested in coronation street''#and look where i am now. 28 years deep into it#''ruth definitely fancies some early 60s pop singer and buys all his albums and like. her facebook photo is a pic of them together''#and like. I've never met john leyton and currently don't have any albums bc i'm having drama with royal mail atm but other than that?#''ruth has a youtube channel where she reviews and compares biscuits from different supermarkets'' is the most recent prediction#it's too recent that it is nowhere near happening yet but. it's only a matter of time#also ruth used to have two golden retrievers named lily and jasmine. but it's slowly turning into one cocker spaniel named lilyjasmine#but at this point lily and jasmine are not dogs. they are a concept. a way of life. a vibe#two matching salt and pepper containers. two moths that fly into the house. a pair of flip flops. they are all lily and jasmine#anyway#ramble#ruth vibes
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The Fruit of the Spirit is Not A Lemonade - Character Post
Name: Lemonade
Gender: Male, He/Him
Species: Fae, Human Origin
Titles: Moderator (Antiquity), Artificer.
Powers: Control of nature, shapeshifting
Skills and other notes: Deaf in one ear, doesn’t like people knowing details about him. “Lemonade” is not his real name. Good at singing, cooking, and potion-making. Something of a polymath, but hates math.
Friends: Neb, Minimi, Void(?), Cardlan, Kade
Partner: Dark
Ex: Reverie
Mod: @the-moth-from-elsewhere
Art Credit: Elsewhere
Name: Neb
Gender: Non-binary (They/them)
Species: Liminal Being, Human Origin
Titles: None
Powers: Eldritch horror stuff, unspecified
Skills and other notes: Can use antennae to sense air vibrations. Can no-clip. Lives in the liminal spaces. Being chased around by a weird “entity”.
Friends: Cardlan, Lemonade, Alpenglow(?)
Enemies: “The Entity”
“It’s complicated”: Kopi
Mod: @mod-autumn
Art Credit: Autumn
Name: Cardlan
Gender: Female (She/her)
Species: Card Lady, AI
Titles: The Card Lady, Moderator AI (Solitaire)
Powers: The cards do various magical things. She has similar reality-warping powers to Caine.
Skills and other notes: Very egotistical. Her sexuality is listed as “the mirror.” Very good at DDR.
Friends: Lemonade, Neb
Incredibly one sided rivalry: Kade
Mod: @feiar (formerly @/modjoof / @/joofie404)
Art credit: @/joofie404
Name: “Dark”
Gender: Female (she/her)
Species: Ink Being, AI
Titles: None
Powers: powerful, but these powers are mostly unspecified other than minor shapeshifting, levitation, and summoning pastries.
Skills and other notes: Good at singing. Very clingy. Wracked with guilt from some event in her past.
Partner: Lemonade
Brother: Void
Mod: @blepxiee
Art credit: @/blepxiee
Name: “Void”
Gender: Unspecified (he/any)
Species: Ink being, AI
Titles: None
Powers: Same as Dark.
Skills and other notes: Good with makeup, flamboyant. Holds a grudge against his sister. His real name is (presumed to be) Oliver.
Friends: Neb, Lemonade
Sister: Dark
Mod: @/blepxiee
Name: Minimi
Gender: Female(?) (she/they)
Species: Mime(?), Human Origin
Titles: None
Powers: Unknown, minor telepathy
Skills and other notes: A very minor character, but has a lot of lore. Spent a long time abstracted in the cellar.
Friends: Lemonade
“It’s complicated”: Cardlan
Mod: @modjoof (subject to change in the near future)
Art credit: Joofie, Elsewhere (respectively)
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Name: Lady Reverie
Gender: Female (she/her)
Species: Fae, Human Origin
Titles: Moderator (Antiquity), Guidance Anon
Powers: Control of nature, shapeshifting, skilled at lie detection, otherwise unspecified.
Skills and other notes: Mostly amnesiac, constant nightmares, Has been almost everywhere in the digital worlds. Loves to ramble. Her favorite food is peaches.
Partner: Sophronius
Enemies: Acacius
Mod: Elsewhere
Art Credit: Elsewhere
Name: Sophronius
Gender: Male (he/him)
Species: Centaur, Embodiment of Reason, AI
Titles: Voice of Reason, Reason anon, Certified Gentleman (TM)
Powers: Omnipresence, telepathy, more but unspecified.
Skills and other notes: Impeccable manners, likes peaches and macarons, just a bit socially inept
Partner: Reverie
Friends: Mix, Silhouette(?)
Enemies: Acacius
Mod: @fields-of-lilies-are-pretty
Art credit: Lily, Blepxiee
Name: Acacius
Gender: Male (i think?)
Species: Embodiment of Irrationality
Titles: Voice of Ignorance
Powers: Possession, constant shapeshifting, being the freaking worst
Skills and other notes: Has no consistent physical form. Likes to be a crow. Certified biscuit.
Enemies: Sophro, everyone
Mod: Lily
Art credit: Lily
#the moth speaks#The lore post saga#The lore post saga - characters#The fruit of the spirit is not a lemonade#One down. A billion to go.
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Brought Together by a Five-Year-Old (Dean Winchester x F!Reader) Part 4: The House
As they reached the door Y/N glanced up at Dean, the blush on her face not quite visible in the calm dusk that had settled in North Park, Chicago. She consciously made an effort to calm herself, gripping tightly onto her five-year-old son's tiny hand as if he was the one leading her. There really was no need to get flustered like a schoolgirl just because her son's teacher turned out to be... well... a fuckin' babe. Besides, he definitely wouldn't be interested in some single mom. Just because he works really well with kids and seemed to love hers didn't mean he'd want to deal with them outside of the classroom. Plus why would she stand a chance against any of the women who must've been throwing themselves at his feet day and night? I mean Jesus look at the man! He was a certified hunk who could surely choose from an assortment of women. And ya know, dating your kid's teacher? A little morally ambiguous. I mean what kind of mothe-"Hellooooo? Y/N? You there?"
Y/N was startled out of her cascade of mental self-deprecation by the extremely close up face of the man she had just been trying so hard not to be attracted to, giving her a marvelous opportunity to get lost in his eyes, such a beautiful kaleidoscope of green, and examine his face, the small spattering of freckles, barely visible in the settling darkness. Dean looked at her with confusion and worry, so she shook her head and smiled. Laughing awkwardly she cleared her throat and tried to explain herself, "Ah, my bad, my bad. I must've spaced out there for a second. It's been a long day." She shrugged her shoulders and hoped that her burning cheeks were disguised by dim lighting.
"Well, that's understandable, you had me worried for a second." Dean laughed and gave her a playful nudge with his shoulder. Immediately regretting the flirtatious nature of the gesture he stepped away chuckling uncomfortably and sheepishly scratching the back of his neck again. Thankfully Y/N seemed not to question the encounter, or at least she attempted to seem that way, meanwhile, her thoughts were racing yet again. She shook her head quickly and resumed the conversation.
"So, I guess S/N will see you tomorrow and I'll have him bring a slice of pie with him. It's a shame, pie always tastes better fresh out of the oven. And a nice slice of apple with a little scoop of vanilla ice cream, there's nothing better." Y/N attempted to keep herself from rambling.
Dean smiled, "Couldn't think of anything I'd enjoy more. Well, maybe one or two things but that is definitely up there."
Y/N paused for a moment, mentally debating the appropriateness of her next proposition. Her silence and conflicted expression made Dean feel a ball of anxiety start to grow in the pit of his stomach. S/N took notice of the tension and nudged his mother with their joint hands, breaking her train of thought and forcing her to impulsively speak her mind.
Without a breath, she quickly proposed a solution for this alleged problem, "Dean, you uh said that you had no one waiting for you at home. S/N and I live just a block north of here, if you don't mind the walk and a little wait I could whip up a pie tonight and you could have it fresh. Just, ya know, as a heartfelt thank you for treating S/N so well and being so understanding. If you'd like. Yeah..."
Dean was struck by the prospect and also had to be nudged out of his thoughts by S/N. He sputtered out a reply as the young boy smiled mischievously to himself, "Oh yeah, that sounds uh great. I didn't have any other plans for tonight anyway." Smiling sheepishly and trying not to let his head explode with all the warnings and justifications flying around his brain he continued, "Just lead the way."
Y/N bit back a big toothy grin, settling for a polite and professional close-mouthed smile and a nod. Turning to head towards her home she tripped over her own son, who insisted on running ahead to lead the way. Instinctively, Dean reached out to stabilize the woman. She smiled graciously up at him and he felt his heart beat faster at the way she looked in the light of the streetlamps, soft skin glowing and Y/E/C eyes twinkling. She looked down at where his hand still rested on her arm, and he blushed, quickly pulling his hand away and looking anywhere but those enthralling Y/E/C eyes. Y/N hid her own growing blush and focused on her rambunctious son, calling out to him "Stay close bub ok?" He threw a quick nod in her direction and began his exploration of the street. She laughed, shaking her head at the energetic child's antics. The two adults walked side by side in silence, contentedly watching the boy climb giddily on fences and chase squirrels.
Breathing in the cool evening air, Y/N took a look at the man walking next to her. She soaked up the image of him, hands in the pockets of his worn out paint-stained bluejeans, the streetlamps illuminating his dirty blond hair, giving him a sort of glow that, if she was honest with herself, was quite captivating. As she watched him he turned his head towards her. She flushed and whipped her head forward, intent on watching her child and avoiding the curious stare and impish grin she could feel directed at the side of her head. When the feeling seemed to die down she glanced back at Dean, hoping her blush had faded enough to not be obvious. She couldn't believe how much of a child she was being. Blushing and staring like a schoolgirl with no regard for her own logic and morals. She resolved to keep the night professional from then on. She would respectfully show Dean around her home, thank him again for caring for her son, and make the pie. Nothing more.
Dean took a deep breath, trying to regulate his heartbeat. He wondered to himself how the hell this woman already had this kind of hold on him. He barely knew her and yet the eye contact they had made him feel fluttery and weak in the knees. He faced forward and distracted himself watching S/N entertain himself, making 'music' with a stick and the railings of a fence. His thoughts were interrupted by S/N stopping his rhythm to throw his stick in the air and proclaim, "We're HERE!"The boy looked back ecstatically at his teacher, practically hopping in place as he waited for Dean to catch up to him.
Dean shook his head and smiled. Looking to the woman next to him he asked, "A bit eager, isn't he? I don't think I've seen him this excited before."
Y/N gestured at the boy who was now pacing back and forth as if he had been waiting hours for the arrival of the two adults. "This... this is not all that unusual. He's fairly quiet around most people but he's a little bundle of joy and energy around those he trusts. So congrats, you've made it into a very exclusive group." She winked before running the last few feet to her son, scooping him up into a hug and giving him a kiss on the forehead.
And for the umpteenth time, Dean felt himself grow warmer inside at the interaction between the little family.
The two L/Ns looked up at Dean and S/N waved his arms around with happiness while insisting they go inside and that S/N give Dean a personal tour. Y/N set her son down and rifled through her bag for her keys. Dean took this moment to take in the house he saw before him, a two-story brick building, nearly identical to those surrounding it, apart from the large pots full of blossoming flowers decorating the front steps in a colorful chaos. It was quite beautiful from the outside and Dean came to the assumption that Y/N must be an interpreter for a pretty important company. Or else it was far cheaper than it looked. Either way, Dean had to say it was charming and he felt a twinge of excitement to see the inside, and to get a glimpse into who Y/N was and how the adorable duo chose to decorate their home. He started wondering, would it be messy or clean? Modern or classic? What color schemes would be incorporated in the home? Did they have new appliances? Which room was the most used and well-loved? He was brought out of his thoughts by Y/N calling his name, "Dean, you're welcome to stand out there all night but we've got cider inside and S/N is dying to give you a tour. C'mon in!"
Dean fought back a smile and walked up the stairs, realizing that none of his questions mattered because he had a strong suspicion that, regardless of the interior, the house would feel like home.
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#kindergarten teacher dean winchester#dean x reader#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester#x reader#reader insert#female reader#single mother reader#supernatural fanfic#supernatural#fanfiction#fanfic
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Here have a menacingly blurry Cillian Murphy for your travels:
#cillian murphy#i physically cannot tag this with anything else#its just him#thats it thats the whole post#certified moth rambles
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LOOK AT IT!!!!! LOOK! AT! IT!!!!
This beautiful artwork is made by @ cloudgerm on Pinterest (acct link, pin link)
!!NOT MINE!!
#jaw DROPPED#i am SALAVATING#actually going feral this time i swear#how could i not share it with you all#fight club#fight club art#not my art#tyler durden#tyler durden fanart#fight club 1999#the narrator#jack fight club#tyler fight club#brad pitt#ed norton#certified moth rambles
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Help me decide bc I am allergic to decisions
Feel free to rb with your reasoning!
#audience participation#imma leave it open for a week for more answers#my polls#certified moth rambles#if you see this please vote i need this#house md#moth asks YOU
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Pinterest notifications go wild
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Thinking Thoughts about good omens salt and pepper shakers
#like i havent checked on etsy#but someones probably had this idea before me#and is making bank out of it#but just CONSIDER IT#little tiny crowley and aziraphale#WITH WINGS!!#as part of your tableware#like#HELLO??!! YES PLEASE#too bad im broke 💔#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#good omens 2#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#my thoughts are plenty and stupid#certified moth rambles
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You know that feeling when your friend mentions some piece of media you are clinically insane over and you have to take a second so you don't like. Spontaneously combust. Or die. Or both in that order, but not before you show them how insane you are.
#we've all been there#also this was me yesterday morning realising that my friend reads good omens fanfic#and i had to stave off a category 5 autism event#i love that phrase#anyway#ill shut up now#certified moth rambles#good omens#good omens 2
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3am where I am rn and the moon is sooo bright rn. Like if I just take a normal pic it looks really bad
But if I zoom in and mess with some settings it looks like this
Which is also really bad so I can't capture the true beauty of the moon which is so sad you have to trust me bc irl she is so beautiful I love yhe moon smm
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My copy of fight club turned up today feeling #blessed
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10 minutes late where I am but happy new year!!
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Nothing like a hospital appointment to kick off your birthday amarite?
#yeyyy i love being in hospitals#im being sarcastic i have spent so much time in and out of hospitals all my life#im so done ffs#anyway#am alright#sending love from the dental hospital <33#certified moth rambles
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Just survived a bus ride with no headphones we are winning today
#yey :3#it normally gets super loud but it's the last week in before christmas and everyones tired and wants to go home#so they were somewhat subdued#having a gods strongest soldier moment that will disperse momentarily#certified moth rambles
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I've been exposed to so much good omens content in the past few days I'm gonna binge S1 and S2 tomorrow I'm gonna be So Normal about it when I'm done (im lying)
#good omens#certified moth rambles#cant wait to rant at my sister about it like all of my other obsessions#she hates me for it but idc
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