David wearing a gorgeously sparkly outfit and black kilt while holding a dog and talking to Michael at the BAFTAs. I cannot...
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While Crowley's Sassy Face™️ is obviously the star here, I would also like to appreciate Aziraphale's answering Chuckle and Bob™️.
"Happy, Angel?"
"Yes, quite."
Seriously, just fuck already. Please.
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miss you
yes, yes, beards, tickling, hands in hair, service dom and what else is there in our fandom? - all this.
Special thanks: @procrastiel for support, anonymous for wanting to see hugs (sorry, this is probably what you wanted) and to everyone active on the @ingravinoveritas 's blog
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Broppy Capture AU, where Branch didn’t confess after World Tour, but a love confession when all hope seems lost is just what they need to free themselves from Velvet and Veneer.
A version without text can be found under the cut.
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Bastian and Volo - The Antichrist and his Hound
There once was a boy who served in a castle. The noble family who lived there paid him no mind.
One day, like a blow through the heart, that boy saw God.
Something bright. Something terrible. Something holy, greater than every blazing star: Bastian, second issue of the Duke of Burgundy, seething and ambitious and wrathful.
Souls depart the body through the eyes; the boy never looked away.
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Bastian was eighteen when he noticed Volo: the young son of a stablehand who had taught himself to read, to carry, to serve. Desperately ready to file himself into a cold and razored sword for Bastian's hand, if only that hand would close like a collar around his neck.
And so, in time, Bastian seized him.
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It is your turn to see them now, years on, as the storm gathers.
Ecce homo: A Conqueror on a pale horse, his banners flying behind him, with a hunger for heaven on his lips and a burning crown on his head. But that which truly bears his glory runs at his heel.
Ecce canis: A chaste and brutal Galahad, rimed with frost, leading the legions of his Lord to any end, any dictate, as long as he is granted the final honor of slitting his own throat on Bastian's altar.
They are linked by a silver chain. God to slave, king to knight, love to worship. Even death cannot break it.
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There once was a dog who served his master. The dragon who holds his leash will never let it go.
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draw david wearing one of michael’s sweaters please 🥺🙏
Maybe it feels like a very early morning?
When everything became new and perfect.
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