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# 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐖 : private & selective edward teach of hbo max's our flag means death. unaffiliated. primarily series & headcanon based, with minor historical influence. penned by allie. she / they, 25+, gmt -1 !

carrd. / pinterest. / playlist.

including themes of : depression, heartbreak & betrayal, self-loathing, poverty, injustice, found family, immortal reputation, loneliness as a destructive force & more !

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# 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐖 : private & selective edward teach of hbo max's our flag means death. unaffiliated. primarily series & headcanon based, with minor historical influence. penned by allie. she / they, 25+, gmt -1 !

carrd. / pinterest. / playlist.

including themes of : depression, heartbreak & betrayal, self-loathing, poverty, injustice, found family, immortal reputation, loneliness as a destructive force & more !

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oops i haven't been here because we have friends visiting from another province! i miss you all! we're drinking and dying my hair ginger tonight in honour of my lord and saviour crowley good omens <3

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*girls when it is literally eating away at their psyche* whatever

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in more s1 rewatch news, i just bounded into the bedroom to have a fullblown Autism Moment to my fiancé about my s3 crowley predictions!! and the fact that i only just noticed gabriel comes to earth from heaven in s1e6 via lightning, and crowley calls down lightning in his rage in s2! and i ranted about the god talking to job scene for a hot minute like "that's all stuff crowley does!!" i'm unintelligible tonight i'm sorry

i'm so sorry my activity is spotty these days and i'm only super active once a week, it's just work kicking my ass. i'll be doing better once i'm back into the swing of retail! in other news, the entire sequence with crowley in the bentley on fire from s1 makes me feel insane!!! that's my babygirl

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i'm so sorry my activity is spotty these days and i'm only super active once a week, it's just work kicking my ass. i'll be doing better once i'm back into the swing of retail! in other news, the entire sequence with crowley in the bentley on fire from s1 makes me feel insane!!! that's my babygirl

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(( hi this is random as fuck I know BUUUT. Felt like drawing these two together, lot of similar running themes between them! Just a quick doodle. It kind of looks more like they're just holding hands but... mraaaaahhhhhhhhg I THINK you'll still like it :D ))

OHHH THIS IS SO CUTE !!! saving forever !!

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a playful kiss to make the other stop rambling  💛

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 ; no longer out of place, but a regular fixture within these walls. all slender height and too-long limbs, still lugging about the paper bags filled to their brims with fresh produce from the farmers' market. had they stopped talking since they'd crossed the threshold?

" and so i told the OLD CRONE she was mad if she thought i was leaving 'er the last box of strawberries " words silenced, his ramblings cut off at the knees by a simple gesture ... the kiss was soft and sweet. it drew him in and pulled the breath from their lungs ; his breadth of focus narrowed to this ( to emmanuel & the warmth that would linger long after ). the bags crinkled beneath the firm press of their fingertips as lips parted and pulled back but an inch. " mm, " a fair start, for one whose fondness still birthed a flurry of butterflies within. " alright, so, i did leave the strawberries ... "

@handgiven / meme source.

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[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver. // foreverlasted

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 was indeed a sight to behold : pink lips parted in ecstasy of the tastebuds, an occasional flash of teeth or tongue around each morsel. such raw, open display of pleasure from one with unyielding posture and table manners ... this particular temptation had been crowley's doing alone, and no greater pride would he feel to witness the fruits of ancient labour.

" enjoying yourself, angel? " their tone is fond, but an undeniable smugness clings to its periphery. dark lenses obscure the drop of his gaze to that peek of tongue swept across PLUSH LIPS. " what's for dessert, hm? 'm in no rush ... " all that sat adjacent to crowley's propped elbow was a generous cabernet glass of bordeaux.

@foreverlasted / meme source.

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rewatching s1e3 is good for my mental health! forever obsessed with the look crowley gives aziraphale when he says something just a tad demonic i.e. "let me tempt you", "i'll be damned", etc. so insufferably smug but so entirely fond.

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# 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐖 : private & selective edward teach of hbo max's our flag means death. unaffiliated. primarily series & headcanon based, with minor historical influence. penned by allie. she / they, 25+, gmt -1 !

carrd. / pinterest. / playlist.

including themes of : depression, heartbreak & betrayal, self-loathing, poverty, injustice, found family, immortal reputation, loneliness as a destructive force & more !

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so of course our house has plumbing issues again. because of this, we're gonna be out a few hundred bucks (at LEAST), and we're already living paycheck to paycheck. i'm offering 250 icons for $10 a batch until next sunday (10/15/2023) to try and help offset any charges for this terribly timed house issue. if you're able to spare a few bucks and you aren't in need of icons, please send it HERE, i'd appreciate you so much and so would my partner. if you aren't able to send a few dollars, please consider reblogging this post! i don't want to receive something without also giving something, hence the icon offer (tho i'm also willing to do promos and icon templates if preferred). i really do hate having to ask for things overall, tho, but sometimes these things just can't be avoided. i appreciate you guys so much <3

edit: will have icons back to you within 24-36hrs after you message me (if not sooner)

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘, through a recipe of demonic propaganda and unfettered human joy ( a stark contrast, as was all that lived within their mind ). pumpkin spice and cider, harvest festivals, warm hues smattered all about ; wholesome delight topped with an infernal non-holiday to round it off.

he'd caught sight of the priest in that quaint little coffee shop the glint of white at a pale throat like a BEACON, and the demon followed like a bee to honey. what agent of hell could resist the pull of a truly pious man? and so they fell in step alongside, espresso in hand.

" morning, father, " drawled and drawn out. serpent's gaze flit to survey beneath dark lenses. " 'm new in town : anthony crowley, it's a pleasure. " lips curled their WOLF'S GRIN with a palm out in offering. " aren't the trees just something this time'a year? " crimson head canted.

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Autumn. For John, it was the worst time of year. Not for the dreary weather, the darkening of the sky or the chill in the air that accompanied the turning of the leaves. No, in fact, that was what brought him comfort in these times. Instead, it was the memories of times he would rather forget. That, and because if anything else was going to happen, to seek him out and hunt him down, it would be now.

He walked through one of the quieter streets in town, seeking more pleasant thoughts. The harvest festival would be soon, he was at least looking forward to that! Halloween... not so much. But the kids enjoyed it, at least.

One hand clutching a take-out coffee, a seasonally appropriate pumpkin spice he had been meaning to try for some time, he tucked his other hand into his heavy coat, which all but obscured his clerical dress underneath, leaving only the white collar as an indication of his role, something of an invitation for others to approach and address him.

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# 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐖 : private & selective edward teach of hbo max's our flag means death. unaffiliated. primarily series & headcanon based, with minor historical influence. penned by allie. she / they, 25+, gmt -1 !

carrd. / pinterest. / playlist.

including themes of : depression, heartbreak & betrayal, self-loathing, poverty, injustice, found family, immortal reputation, loneliness as a destructive force & more !

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a kiss on the corner of the mouth,  hoping for more but expecting nothing. -> from v if ur interested 👀

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 the moment her mouth makes contact, soft and sweet ( one foot 'cross the threshold ). temptation : his sole purpose upon the surface, to entice and destroy, and yet ... the latter could wait, perhaps.

" whatever was that for, victoria? " a low, rumbling tone that borders on coy, as a smirk curls its path across their face. if it reaches his eyes and crinkles the lines about them, well ... that sincerity is his own business, and surely not to be dwelt upon. " 'm afraid you missed. " thumb and forefinger catch her chin and guide it ever upward as he leans to meet her ; mouths press with full and parted lips.

@widowshill / meme source.

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Mulder's not really sure how it started, but he's sure as hell going to end it. Crowley is nothing but limbs and Fox had a bit of heft to him thanks to his persistent jogging. The height difference makes the grapple a bit difficult but by the stars above he's going to pull the demon into a headlock.

"Cut it OUT." He manages, attempting to twist and pull the other from whatever is fanning their flames. (Feel free to punch or bite him in retaliation.)

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐔𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍, pressed flush to a long, pale throat that swallows against it, resolute. crowley's snarl begins, unbidden, as a low rumble ; too-sharp canines bared. " agent " a warning through gritted teeth. lips part to find purchase against the other's forearm, SINKING INTO sweat slicked flesh enough to puncture and drag. crimson smears in their wake and clings to his mouth ... it matches the wild tousle of his hair. it's enough to twist and face him fingertips scrabble at the back of mulder's skull and tug, buried within short cropped strands.

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not me in the bubble bath writing crowley having the most homoerotic fight, blood smeared on his mouth like 🥰🍿