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SPACE PIRATES?! I WANT.

Like Treasure Planet or smt?

I wish, but I'm not that space/steampunk savy

I will release the idea out there in case anyone wants to catch it

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https://x.com/fabledfool/status/1826411132284010829

BEWARE SPOOPY

Allow me:

Imagine waking up and seeing him looking into your house

I won't reveal my reaction at this time

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which of the humans are your fav ?

Anathema and Madame Tracy, for sure

If I could open them up and live under their skin, I would

They are such delicious characters and they deserve to be explored and have their story and personalities drilled until we find petrol

Those two have so much to give

Personally, I love to pair Ana with Crowley and Tracy with Aziraphale. I just feel like they work so nicely off each other.

I don't know. I wish I could explain better how much I love those two

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i looooooooove the way you write your aziraphale 🥰

iugeblefus I just try to make him sound posh and proper with a hint of bastard, is all. Angel boy does not come naturally to me

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This has been popping p in my head after watching the Spiderverse the hundredth time. Crowley was spent the last 7 years in his own Crowleyverse with a bunch of different versions of himself. There's race car pilot Crowley, Supernatural!Crowley, human kid Crowley, duck Crowley, gladiator Crowley, rock star Crowley etc. So many different versions of himself and they all meet up and have all kinds of insane adventures

SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK!!!

...fuck

I hate you

Fuck

I need to write that

agh

okay

add it to the list

fucking hell

i am both kissing you on the mouth and throwing you off a rocketship into space

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Cant stop thinking about Aziraphale's ass >.<

Makes you wanna smack it like hell, doesn't it?

I speak for myself. Some people activate the 'smack' button on my brain and Aziraphale truly is one of them. Just-

Wait-

Could he have snapped his fingers and get the dishes clean? Surely, but Aziraphale and Crowley had made a deal after the second 'Apocalypse-That-Was-Not': cut them down. Just enjoy the little annoying things that remind them where they are and who they protect. Silly things like doing laundry, waiting for the kettle to boil, vacuuming the cottage (which was Aziraphale's duty; Crowley tried once, but he tripped on the thing. Twice), and, of course, cleaning the dishes.

Even though it was a mutual idea, Aziraphale didn't particularly enjoy any of it. It was indeed little human things, after all, and after millennia of just snapping his fingers and having anything done, actually standing there with a sponge on his hand was...boring. And he didn't like having his hands wet.

Crowley teased him for a full month when Aziraphale began complaining, but, eventually, as the awful demon but nice partner he was, Crowley just bought a dishwasher for the angel's (and his own) pleasure.

And so there he was: sleeves pulled up to his elbows, bowtie not in sight, messy hair from a nap, bent over, placing the cups of coffee and tea and the small plates that once had pastries in the dishwasher.

Aziraphale was actually so distracted with his own thoughts, his mind lost in the plans he was helping the folks at the South Downs recreation centre with regarding the quickly approaching Summer Festival, that he didn't hear the creak of the wooden stairs as a barefoot demon came down from the bedroom. Nor did he hear the little tempted whine said demon let escape from his throat when he saw his angel just in those silly cream trousers of his, in that prime position for-

Aziraphale yelped and straightened up, turning around so fast that he almost gave himself whiplash as he placed both his hands on his arse, his blue eyes wide as he looked at the demon with his hand still extended, his tongue out and stuck between his teeth and a mischievous smile on his face.

"Crowley!"

Caught, the demon quickly pulled his hand away, now placing both in front of him in the international 'wait up' gesture.

"Angel-"

"You thwacked my bottom!"

Crowley snorted. "Thwacked? Is that really the word you-?" The pointed look Aziraphale gave him ripped another snort out of him before he forced a very calm - and sarcastic - expression, and an even more calm and innocent voice. "It was a little smack. An innocent spank. You were just-" He waved his hands in no particular motion towards Aziraphale. "I couldn't help it!"

The angel was still massaging his own rear as he mumbled softly. "You could at least have been nice and be a tad gentler, yes?"

"First of!" Crowley pointed his index finger right at Aziraphale's face, the sudden louder tone of voice making the other tense slightly. "I am not nice! And, second," He gave a step closer and the angel gave one backwards by instinct, the back of his legs bumping against the still open dishwasher as the demon almost purred right in his personal space. "You love it hard."

Aziraphale had quite the pale complexion as it was, and he tended to blush easily - which he often blamed on the heat - but Crowley knew better, and that little colour that creeped from the angel's neck up to his cheeks was quite telling. "D-Don't talk about our...our rendezvous in the kitchen."

If Crowley could have rolled his eyes further back in his skull, he would have. "Ah, yes. Apologies, angel. We don't want to traumatise the Fusilli." Before Aziraphale could really protect or move away, he already had his hands on the angel's shoulders and pulled him away from the dishwasher, turned him around and started pushing him towards the stairs. "Let's traumatise your vanity instead. Again."

The poor man-shaped being just had time to whine, in half protest, as he saw himself almost jolted up towards the bedroom.

And after that summer day in July, Aziraphale was always very mindful of every position he might adopt that would expose his rear to any unwanted demonic bottom smacking, trying to avoid it - which he mostly didn't and it always ended up in one of two ways: Aziraphale narrowing his eyes and Crowley leaving the space with a shrug, innocently returning to his own business, or with his vanity having to me fixed by Kevin, the town's handyman. Again.

Right. That was a thing.

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Zira needs a kiss in the nose

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Hi. Yes. Hello

Could you put 5 of these in a bag to go?

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My 4 year old nephew loves to paint his nails. Any time he sees someone wear nail polish he asks if he can have some too. The most difficult part is getting him to decide what color, because he he wants all of them.

Nail polish is for everyone.

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I have no excuse for this

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🍼😈😇

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— josé olivarez // natalie diaz

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One day I woke up and everybody knew what a labubu was

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Hey Google

How do you write a dogfight scene between 4 fighter jets above the Black Sea when you only know pilot jargon from watching The Red Baron (2009)?

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reblog if you’d like one of these in your inbox

- ask me things you want to know about me

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- anything!!!!

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this passage gave me starmaker vibes

The angel I know

was crucified.

He is not here,

for I rise from the dead

of him.

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Study of Dante holding the hand of Love for the painting Dante's Dream at the Time of the Death of Beatrice, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.