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omg my icons were cute tho this is salvageable

this blog is a MESS what was 2023 tay up to

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this blog is a MESS what was 2023 tay up to

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okay square up @cryevei

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Birds of a feather...

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“I think I understand a whole lot better than you do”

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....when Crowley isn't looking back

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"You Work Too Hard" Sentences

(Sentences for workaholic muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You know how it is. Work and families; one of them inevitably suffers. "

"You're more than just your job title."

"The world won't stop spinning if you take a day off."

"Have you ever thought about what 'enough' looks like for you?"

"Just when I thought I was done, another project lands on my desk."

"Work isn't everything, you know."

"This job is not worth your sanity."

"When was the last time you took a break?"

"Your office desk shouldn't be your home!"

"You've replaced sleep with coffee again, haven't you?"

"Your work is important, but so is your well-being."

"You've forgotten how to live outside of your work."

"You're working like you're running out of time."

"You don't have to prove your worth by running yourself into the ground."

"I finish one job, and another takes its place - it's a never-ending cycle."

"You look like you're carrying the weight of the world."

"You're stretching yourself too thin."

"Is it the ambition or fear that keeps you working around the clock?"

"Have you forgotten the sound of your own laughter?"

"You made such a big deal about us spending more time together, but you just can't do it. You're too obsessed with your work."

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"OH SHIT, WE'RE TRAPPED!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

looks like we're stuck here.

we'll never find a way out in time.

have you tried the door?

try jiggling the handle.

that's it. i'm smashing our way through.

i'm not going to die in here.

we've tried everything.

it's no use!

well, we're not getting out that way.

that was pointless.

do you have any other bright ideas?

this is all your fault.

i can't believe i listened to you.

this is what i get for trusting you.

everything's locked.

there must be another way.

it's pointless. there's no way we're getting out of here in time.

maybe we could try yelling for help?

wait, did you hear that?

i'm sorry. this is all my fault.

they tricked us.

i'm going to break the door down.

maybe we should just wait for someone to rescue us.

they'll notice we're gone. they'll come looking for us.

i wish i had a better idea.

of all the people i had to be stuck here with, it has to be you.

don't give me that look. this is all your fault.

wait! do you see that? light!

that's it! we're getting out of here!

hold your breath!

i found us another way out of here!

can you still hear me?

i'm gonna get us out of here.

keep your eyes fixed on me.

did the wall just move?

it just shut behind me!

that was our only way out!

tell me a story to pass the time.

they'll find us. they will.

once they see we've gone, they'll come looking for us.

i don't see any other options.

try using your shoulder to break the door down.

does anyone have a match?

i still have my flashlight!

how long have we been trapped in here?

feels like we've been down here for days.

you told me there was a way out!

everyone stand back. i'm going to try something.

let's see if this works.

well, we're fucked.

i'm not giving up just yet.

you're just wasting energy!

all right, sound off!

i can't see anything.

ow! you just stepped on my foot!

well, it was a nice try.

not sure what you were trying to accomplish with that.

that's your bright idea?

we're all gonna die.

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General Sentences, Vol. 6

(Assorted original sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How does one rest when the mind refuses to sleep?"

"I have to say, I'm feeling a little bit judged right now."

"Was it so hard to be there for me?"

"Did you ever regret the decisions you made?"

"I could write a thousand poems, and it still wouldn't be enough to describe what I feel for you."

"When did you become such a cliché?"

"Why does your love feel so conditional?"

"Since the accident, my thoughts feel like a puzzle with missing pieces."

"Does this mean what I think it means, or is this another dead end?"

"Do you think our lives are shaped by choices or circumstances?"

"Why is it so hard for you to show affection?"

"Your absence has been a deafening silence in my life."

"I just want to be the person I was before."

"It's the way you look at me, like I'm the only one in the world."

"Duty often means choosing the difficult path. I've learnt to accept that."

"This job is not worth your sanity."

"Why does duty sometimes feel like a punishment?"

"Are you okay? Have you got a headache again?"

"Must you always sacrifice your happiness for your sense of duty?"

"Is it possible to find clarity in chaos?"

"Does obligation ever give way to happiness?"

"You are the reason I believe in happily ever after."

"Even my bones are tired."

"You don't have to prove your worth by running yourself into the ground."

"I can't keep my eyes open any longer."

"I didn't just lose my memory, I lost my sense of self."

"Does the burden of responsibility ever ease?"

"There's a thin line between obligation and obsession."

"Even in the face of doubt, my loyalty never wavered."

"You can't blame yourself for what happened."

"You're more than just your job title."

"Your betrayal cut deeper than any wound."

"This isn't just a puzzle, it's a labyrinth."

"When was the last time you took a break?"

"It's like I'm living in a fog that never lifts."

"Did you get arrested again?"

"You think I don't know how to do this job?"

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👻୧‿︵‿︵ sweet nothings sentence starters

send in one of the prompts below for my muse’s response. it’s a mixture of platonic, shippy, and smutty. you may specify intentions if you’d like.

❝ you're the most beautiful thing in the world. ❞

❝ let me look at you. ❞

❝ don't hide from me. ❞

❝ tell me that i'm yours. ❞

❝ i want you to be all mine. ❞

❝ all i want is you. ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

❝ you deserve the world. ❞

❝ i'm nothing without you. ❞

❝ i'll do everything to keep you safe and warm. ❞

❝ i can't take my eyes off of you. ❞

❝ in every lifetime i'm yours. ❞

❝ they can try to hurt you but they'll have to get through me first. ❞

❝ i don't care about what you've done. i only care about you. ❞

❝ i don't want to see another day without telling you that i love you. ❞

❝ if i die tomorrow i hope it's in your arms. ❞

❝ i like being this close to you. ❞

❝ you make me feel safe with you. ❞

❝ do you feel the way you make my heart race? ❞

❝ all of my choices led me here to you. ❞

❝ you'll always be safe with me. ❞

❝ i love the way you laugh. ❞

❝ i always smile when i'm around you. ❞

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@writingperhaps ; no. it's non-negotiable. you're staying here. // Nina 💜

"That's really not necessary," Aziraphale protests, albeit weakly. Nina was a strong force, particularly stubborn ( much like a certain demon he knew ) so really, Aziraphale didn't stand much of a chance of winning this argument.

The angel sighs, gaze dropping to the mug of tea in his hands. Admittedly, he didn't have much of an appetite – mostly just using it as a hand warmer. "Fine," he eventually concedes, sparing a glance towards the woman. "Just for tonight though, I don't want to intrude."

Nina was clearly worried about him, and Aziraphale wasn't entirely certain she would even let him walk out the door. It was nice to know that she cared about him, though. Besides, perhaps some time away from the bookshop would do him some good.

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@writingperhaps ; NIGHTMARE: for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. (Nina & Azi)

Angels didn't need to sleep. It was unnecessary for their health, deemed a waste of time. But spending so long living amongst humans causes you to pick up some habits – Aziraphale tried sleeping once, and before he knew it the angel was sleeping every night. As it turned out, even if they didn't require it, sleeping did help to boost an angel's energy.

Dreaming was also a pleasant discovery. Aziraphale didn't dream all the time, but every so often, he would be graced with one. However, getting a nightmare was new. The angel didn't even remember falling asleep at his desk – not until he was jerking awake, cheeks soaked with tears, and a burning sensation settled into his chest.

It made the bookshop seem suffocating – with its high shelves of books and low-lighting from the evening sun. Aziraphale was operating on autopilot when he left the bookshop – he didn't even have his coat on! – and rushed across the street to ' Give me coffee or give me death. '

The coffee shop was empty ( it was closing time after all ) but the angel hardly noticed as he pushed through the door, one hand clutching at his chest.

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cont from 🐍 || @ncverasked

Whilst the wording of the question had been ( unintentionally ) forward, Aziraphale's demeanour is anything but. Stood in his bedroom, hands fidgeting nervously. It had taken him far too long to build the courage to even ask the other – even in its innocent context, the question was still so BOLD. But he had, rushed and awkward, slightly stumbling over his words...

And Crowley had said yes. The confirmation was a weight lifted from his chest, the angel visibly relaxing somewhat as the demon set his sunglasses on the bedside table. After everything that'd happened, Aziraphale just couldn't bear the thought of being alone.

"I have pajamas," Aziraphale offers softly, gesturing towards the chest of drawers against the opposite wall. Of course, one could simply miracle some comfier clothes for them. But that was less... special, he supposed. Taking a deep breath, Aziraphale made his way over to the drawers, rifling through the carefully folded clothes.

Had the angel purchased pajamas in ( roughly ) Crowley's size, just in case? Well, he wasn't saying YES, but... yes. He picked them out, fingers briefly brushing over the silly car pattern on the trousers. It was then that Crowley's words set in.

"Wait, little spoon? What do spoons have to do with sleeping?" The angel asks, bewildered, eyebrow raised as he turns to Crowley. The pajamas are offered to the demon. Was Crowley playing a prank on him?

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cont from 🐍 || @ncverasked

Aziraphale had never understood why angels seemed so opposed to dancing ( or anything FUN, really ). It was just accepted as fact – angels didn't dance. Perhaps it was because demons DID, but Aziraphale hardly saw why that mattered. As far as he was aware, there wasn't anything inherently sinful about dancing.

Besides, he did a lot of things that angels didn't do – eating, reading... spending time with a demon.

Suffice to say, Aziraphale liked dancing. So, the angel could hardly resist dragging Crowley into dancing with them. It's tricky to keep his smile ( bright, excited ) contained as Crowley stands before him, offering the angel his hand.

Accepting it, Aziraphale is slightly breathless already. Something about the other's hand in his just felt so right. "Ideas? What's there to get ideas about?" The angel can't help but feign innocence as they get into position. "It's a good song, so we're dancing. Perfectly normal if you ask me," If one looked closely, they would be able to something mischievous shining in the angel's eyes.

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The streets of London were often busy, so catching glimpses of figures outside the bookshop were far from unusual. Yet, Aziraphale knew there was a distinct difference between the flash of somebody walking past, and somebody ducking down.

He had been tidying up one of his collections when the shadow caught his eye, pulling the angel away from his work. Light eyes watch the space above the window, where he could've sworn he caught a glimpse of a person.

Curious, Aziraphale set the book he was holding aside and made his way over to the door. "Hello? Is somebody there?" They call out as they open the door, gaze searching the London street. "We're quite closed, I'm afraid – unless you're in need of any help?"

she had come around this particular place often ( when no one was around and the nightfall shielded her from being seen by any curious eyes ) but besides the overwhelming amount of books she could see as she peered through the window , something else had drawn her here , and she's not entirely sure what.... She thought she'd read all the books in the world , with how many she had piling up in her room or in different places in the cathedral. But this -- there were so many in here ( maybe tonight might be the night she gains the courage to sneak inside .. . . , and she doesn't catch herself for how long she's staring until she sees movement coming from inside. --

Millie would almost stumble backwards , ducking under the window to avoid being seen by whatever had caught her eye ( or maybe there was no one in there entirely , and it was just her paranoia sneaking up on her again! )

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"That's not entirely true; I know one demon that makes good company." It toes the line between playful and genuine, accompanied by a ( slightly ) wobbly smile. Aziraphale's gaze drops to the handkerchief held in his direction. It would be difficult to deny his need for it -- the angel could feel the stubborn tears beginning to slip down his cheeks. Usually, when he shed tears, it was due to a moving play or piece of music. Not because his emotions were spilling over.

After a moment of hesitation, he accepts the fabric. Perhaps it's intentional, perhaps it's accidental; but as he grasps it, the angel's fingers brush over Crowley's. Somehow, it's harder to pull away.

Yet, he does – dabbing at his wet eyes. "I wouldn't say that I'm stuck with you. That makes it sound like a bad thing." Aziraphale shifts closer to Crowley, the movement subtle ... barely enough to even slightly bridge the gap between them. But, well, it's a start isn't it? Even if Aziraphale doesn't completely realise it himself.

"I prefer to think that we simply... fit well together. It's nice, really." There's a smile on Aziraphale's face, edging at FOND. 'Nice' hardly even begun to cover what they had, really. However, the angel was hesitant to say too much.

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“you’re not alone, angel, you never have been. ” // @ncverasked

The demon’s words sit heavy on Aziraphale’s chest, and he draws a shaky inhale. There’s a burning in his throat, a wetness in his eyes that he attempts to blink away.

It was silly really; to feel upset over such things. Perhaps it was just him being sappy, or perhaps it was an effect of being around humans for so long. Aziraphale wasn’t sure, but he was certain that most angels didn’t care about being alone.

He’d always been different in that regard. Had gravitated towards companionship ( at least, towards the company of one specific person ). It was a funny thought… an angel who felt out of place in heaven, but Aziraphale certainly did. The angels up there didn’t care for friendship, and whilst humans were wonderful, Aziraphale wasn’t exactly making bundles of acquaintances.

His one steady connection – TRUE connection – had always been Crowley. Aziraphale sniffles ( since he was absolutely not going to cry in front of the other ) and finally looks towards the other. “I… I suppose not,” he agrees softly. If there’s a slight tremble to his voice, he chooses to ignore it. “You have always been there for me.”

          It’s not the first time Crowley has seen Aziraphale upset. It’s definitely not going to be the last -  the demon absolutely wished it would be; he doesn’t like it.  He doesn’t like it because he’s not good  ( in his opinion ) at knowing what he’s expected to do.  They’ve been around one another for thousands of years; yet this always catches him off guard. Crowley swallows; shifts in place. 

His hand lifts a little, then drops.  He wants nought more than to slink an arm around the angel’s shoulders; to offer the comforting squeeze that might just encourage Aziraphale to let himself feel  whatever it is he needs to feel to get through the moment they’re trapped in.  Thoughts roam for a moment; what ifs and maybes that he’s not sure would ever come to pass. 

   Aziraphale’s words bring him crashing back to reality and he shifts again;  adjusting his glasses and proffering a red; silken handkerchief. That won’t change, angel. he wants to say; the words are at the tip of his tongue - but they don’t quite come out.

                 “ Yeah-- well. Demons don’t make for good company and.....nor do angels. “ does he need to say ‘you being the exception’? because he’s not going to unless he has a touch more to drink. 

                           “ So you’re stuck with me, angel, like it or not.  Now, here -- ”