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[siriusly-writes]

“I cant live like this anymore”

“A, please. Don’t do this we- I need you.”

“Please”

“ I-I cant. I’m sorry. I cant take it.”

“A..”

“I’m sorry, I- goodbye”

[beans-in-your-socks]

Not Nice Days

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A post Good Omens 2 fanfic set approximately 3 weeks after Aziraphale left

⚠️Slight gore/body horror warning⚠️

| CHAPTER 1 | A Demon’s Memories |

It was not a nice day. All of the days had been miserable since he’d left. There had been rather more of 21 of them so far, and Aziraphale hadn't come back yet. No amount of heavy drinking was able to disguise Crowley’s emotions. And there were a lot of them, none of them good. If anything, the alcohol only made it worse. Crowley stumbled around his apartment. Since he’d gotten it back from Shax, he hadn’t been able to shake the deep stench of hell that lingered around the dark marble floors. Almost like burnt toast but much more sinister (if it’s even possible for toast to be sinister in the first place). As he made his way back over to the wine cabinet, he nearly tripped on a small potted plant that sat neatly on the floor nearest to the sofa. The leaves of this particular plant had always been the most pristine of them all. Never had a spot appeared on these leaves. Crowley had always been fond of this plant. But now all he could do was look at it with utter disgust, for you see, it had been Aziraphale who had gotten this plant for him. A few years back, just after the almost apocalypse, he had gifted it to Crowley. He suspected that the angel had cast a miracle on it to never have the leaves shrivel. He eyed the plant, picking up the pot and bringing it up to his face, to get a better look of it. He examined it. For the first time in 4 years, a spot had appeared on this plant. It was sad, wilted and the ever-gaping hole in the centre leaf made Crowley’s heart ache. He had never shouted at this plant. Never had been able to bring himself to put his fear into it. For shouting at this plant, was like shouting at Aziraphale, and although Crowley would never say it out loud, he would rather bathe in holy water than see Aziraphale hurt. He had always been so careful to not say anything that would intentionally hurt his angel Aziraphale. But now Aziraphale had hurt him, hurt him like he never could have imagined. With just 3 words.

I forgive you

“Well guess what angel? I don’t forgive you.” He sneered at the plant. “Fuck you. Fuck heaven. Fuck your fucked up morals and your fucked up angels and your fucked up rules,” the demon spat, tearing off a leaf from the plant with each word. “and most of all, fuck you. Fuck you and your ineffable fucking plan” he pointed a singular slender claw towards the ceiling “is this what you wanted? Just when things were starting to go our way, you have to take him from me like the fucking bastard you are.” there was no answer. as per usual. "typical." he scoffed "never did talk to me properly." He was starting to fume now. No not fume…smoke. Nothing good ever came from a smoking demon.

 Crowley looked back down at the plant. It was shaking, ever so slightly. A pathetic little shiver that he had only seen once before, from a certain angel after a certain kiss. That terrible, teeth clacking, nose clashing, disaster of a kiss. Not Crowley’s best idea, that he would admit. but that tiny tremble was all it took. Crowley was able to feel the tears welling up in his eyes and he desperately willed them to stay in their tear ducts where they belonged, but every mortal body has limitations, even if it belongs to a demon. He prepared himself for the searing pain he was sure he was about to experience.

Usually, for humans, tears would just come streaming out without warning, salty and warm, but this was different for Crowley. The tears stung his skin as they trickled down his cheek. It burned. The liquid seeped into his pores and dissolved a few layers of flesh. It was like acid. He dropped the plant and as it clattered to the floor he sank to his knees, feeling what he’d hoped he’d never have to feel again. Back in the 1800’s after they’d saved Elspeth from suicide and helped her buy a farm, Crowley had been sucked back down to hell for performing such an extensive set of good deeds that night. What awaited him was not a rude note or stern words from an authority figure, but an exponentially angry dark council, and a particularly horrific punishment, even by hell's standards. He had expected the worst, but this seemed beyond, even hell. He could remember it as clear as the water in the pond in St. James’ Park…

“I’m sorry” Beelzebub had muttered “I really hoped it wouldn’t have to come to this.” Crowley detected a twinge of sympathy in their voice, hidden behind their usual facade of fortitude and dominance. A sniff of pity lurking in the back of their throat, something that Crowley never thought he’d hear.

“Come to what? You going to erase me from the Book of Life?” He’d joked. He had thought at the time that “extreme sanctions” were merely a fear tactic used by the almighty to make the angels and demons more compliant with the plan. And he had probably been right, but that was not the fate that awaited him that night. “I truly am sorry” Beelzebub reiterated. With one swift motion, they snapped their fingers, drawing power down from the deepest pits of hell.

there was a burning behind Crowley’s eyes. He screeched, clawing at them, clueless as to what was happening. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” He’d screeched at Beelzebub, collapsing to his knees, trying desperately to remove his eyeballs from his skull, he was, however, unsuccessful. The Grand Duke of Hell looked on in pity, “I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules. I'm only following orders.” They’d whispered. “It hurts the most the first time but after that, it’ll only sting for a few days, then you’ll barely notice it as the years go by.” They brought their hands up to their eyes as if reliving the same painful experience Crowley was currently going through, writhing on the floor as he slowly began to realise what exactly had happened. 

“HOLY WATER?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, IT’LL DESTROY ME!” He screamed. He’d never screamed like this before. But he had never felt pain like this before either.

“It’s a slightly watered-down formula, so you won’t be discorporated.” They chuckled at their pun but quickly resumed their pitiful look, as Crowley lay on the floor, tears streaming down his face, burning his skin as each one dropped. They had been friends once, him and Beelzebub. As angels, as demons too, in the earlier days, but as hell got worse and worse, they had drifted apart. And now here they were, two estranged friends. One stood looking down at the other, flailing and tearing into his face with so much force, that it almost hurt more than the consecrated liquid that filled his tear ducts.

Crowley pulled himself out of his mind and looked around. For the first time in weeks, he became fully aware of his surroundings. The apartment was a mess. Empty bottles littered the floor, the bins hadn’t been taken out in days and there were several shards of glass scattered across the marble tiles. He looked back down at the plant. The ceramic pot had shattered and a pile of soil and entangled roots sat in front of him, the chartreuse leaves that had been torn off the poor plant, scattered around Crowley, like a circle of salt, forbidding him from moving. He gathered the leaves and held them to his chest. “Oh angel,” he wailed, tilting his head upwards, half hoping he was listening, half hoping he would never see Crowley like this, “we could have been us. We should have been us” he wept. It was silly really. no human words could accurately or adequately describe the immense adoration he had for his angel, and yet he found himself uttering the unutterable. Speaking the unspeakable, the ineffable if you will. Saying the words he should have heard coming from Aziraphale instead of I forgive you.

“I love you, angel.”

[vampiresteddie]

from initial sketch to final product, here’s my redraw of one of my favorite scenes from batman: wfa on webtoon. it scratches my brain nice. plus, i love tim drake, so. 🤷🏻‍♂️ anyway, enjoy!!

[cherrio-krispz]

me plus old character named verse yay

[urheavenlylux]

Asa Bunny by me

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[soft-husbands]

Sit back relax grab a snack and enjoy this 7 minute long compilation of robron being protective/defensive of each other (I know I missed a bunch maybe there will be a part two) xoxo 💋

[prnccss]

[thelightcrystal]

I present for your viewing pleasure…

Renee and Andrew in the bathroom at Eden’s Twilight 🚨🤪

I’ve loved All For the Game for years, but this is my first time making art for it!!! (and also ANY type of fan art tbh). Click for higher quality I think 🤨 idk how that works lmaoo.

and don’t repost without credit thank youuu

Anyways pls interact so that I can find my people 🥰 okay love y’all bye

[l0nelywitchversion]

[ninzied]

casual, in reverse

[siriusly-writes]

Give it to me

No

Give it to me

NO

…pleeaaaaseeeeee

no

Your a dick

Great… I’m still not giving you the sticker

BUT I ATE MY CARROTS

YOU STABBED MIKE NO STICKER

MIKE DESERVED IT

YES BUT YOU GOT CAUGHT

POV: your trying to rehabilitate a long life child soldier as an ex-child soldier your self

You forgot that you have questionable morals, no childhood to reference and are not qualified for this.

[ellypse]

imagine forgetting which eye you’re supposed to aim with lmao… couldn’t be me…

[ormymarius]

colonel caleb my beloved

[kusanagihaku]

hopping on the trend so sinostra #StarterPackNoAI!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖

[soft-husbands]

Their love is what poets wrote about, what playwrights thought was fantasy, what artists try to capture, what sculptors use as a muse, what musicians play… their love transcends above all else they’ve redefined love they’ve set the standard

[uzi-x33]

i am in SHAMBLES.