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[helsensm]

day 3 of ugly sketching (and posting) a random character until I learn something

[maranull]

Minthara. Minthara ily

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[itsscottiesstark]

The angel in the front row

Pressed against the stage door crowd, Aziraphale waits, gripping the bouquet. When Crowley finally spots him, his smirk sharpens, eyes gleaming with something private. Fingers brush— too quick to notice, too deliberate to be accidental. A teasing remark, a fleeting wink. Just another fan, just another autograph. Nobody suspects a thing.

And yet, behind closed doors, the act drops, and whispered words turn into stolen kisses.

Small ficlet I wrote for @gribouli 's birthday with art from the astonishing @eybefioro !! Go take a look! 🩵

Huge thanks to @edit-by-riley for their beta and enthusiastic screaming 🩵

Also pspsps @shadesofecclescakes this is the one I told you about 🥰

[fearandhatred]

the rapture

it's a holy thing, in theory, a glorious celebration, where those who believe rise to meet the lord in the air. it's a day of joy, in theory, and maybe even of vindication for those who have always believed.

but no one thinks about how it's like to see the dead rise again—bodies clawing their way out of bolted wood and six feet of packed earth, bodies decomposed and maggot-feasted, nails stained with rot and dirt. no one thinks about the violent lurch of their bodies being jolted into the air by the stomach, gravity flinging their heads back down to earth as they struggle in vain to find footing on molecules and gas. no one thinks about those who don't make it.

no one thinks about the screams.

crowley hadn't thought about any of these things. he certainly hadn't thought about the angels that would be called back to heaven along with the believers.

here they stand dead in the middle of absolute ruin, the promise of heaven the only thing left to look forward to on the wasteland of this earth. the sky has opened up like the eye of god, watching over her people for the very first time, and crowley's black wings against the beams of light only remind him that he doesn't belong up there with the rest of them. crowley wraps his arms tight around aziraphale, squeezes his torso like he can maybe keep aziraphale with him through sheer will or, laughably, demonic intervention. like love could ever be enough. like love could stay.

around them, the cacophony of wails and mockingly exaltant trumpets scorch the earth in their intensity, clashing and agonising even—especially—for them, and words make no sound. but they hold on to each other, even as they shrink into themselves against the noise of the undying. i don't want to leave you either, aziraphale doesn't say, but his hands dig into the cotton of crowley's sleeve, and crowley hears the words through his fingertips.

he feels a stronger upward resistance against his embrace now, and he clings tighter, steadfast, even as aziraphale's grip falters. but he knows he can't hold on forever. he knows that nothing ever lasts.

trembling with something unspeakable, he lifts his arms from aziraphale's torso and covers the angel's ears with his hands. he feels more than hearing aziraphale's resulting sob, and he spreads out his wings to wrap them around their bodies. a shield, a comfort, a goodbye.

it's okay, the gesture says in silence. i'll see you in another lifetime.

[captainblou]

Break the Spell - a birthday fic for @eybefioro (rated E)

Crowley made a tiny mistake while dealing with random witches to solve a ... very important problem, you don't wanna know. And it appears that he stumbled into a reality in which HIS angel already has a Crowley (he's just not called that way).

Excerpt:

The ginger angel seemed to dither, but finally let go, Crowley doing the same as he was finally able to detail the angel in front of him. Sharp features, high cheekbones and thin mouth, he looked slightly familiar. And the name… Raphael. It echoed in the demon’s mind. Well, it didn’t matter who he was, why was he in their home, and why was Aziraphale talking to him as if he knew him?

“Angel, do you know him?” he asked, attracting Raphael’s eyes back on him.

“What did you just call him?”

Crowley glared at him and snarled. “Why do you care? Answer me, Aziraphale!”

Aziraphale took a sharp inhale and shook his head. “Oh dear Lord,” he sighed. “Can’t you both see it?”

“See what?” both Raphael and Crowley answered in unison, their voices matching perfectly, eliciting a chuckle from the blond.

Read the rest on AO3 and join me in wishing @eybefioro the best of birthdays 💛

Thank you @itsscottiesstark for the beta 💛

[elenthyaolyenths]

OMG ELENTHYA IM GONNA GO INSANE I JUST SAW RHE COVER ART YOU DID FOR BLOU AND OH MY GOD IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL IT HAS SO MUCH ENERGY IT IS SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO OBSESSED CROWLEY'S HAIR IS SO FLOWY AND THE CAR OMG AND THE LOGOS AND EVERYTHIGS AND THE STARRY BACKGROUND

Sorry. Sorry. I. I'm normal.

Love tour art toure amazing I wanna paint it on my walls so I can look at it everyday

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

EEEEEEEYBE my dear, your ask was one of the firsts I have ever gotten, and I was so happy and so shy about it that I didn't know then what I had to do with it! So I kept it, and time passed while I was hesitating, and then after all of that, I thought it was too late...

But it isn't, I know now! And now let me answer properly, so:

EYBEFIORO YOU ARE THE BEST SERIAL COMMENT WRITER I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY ARTIST LIFE AND I WANNA BASK ALL DAY IN THE LIGHT OF YOUR AMAZING CHEERINGS AND YOUR WONDERFUL GENTLENESS PLEASE PLEASE NEVER STOP THANK YOUUUUU 🎉🥂🙏❤️‍🩹🥰🥹🤣😊

And please everybody, show @eybefioro some love and if you want, go discover their current fanfiction! Summary 🔽

Crowley has been lonely ever since the beginning of time, but with every millennia it gets harder and harder to deal with it.

Warlock Dowling can't remember a time when he didn't feel alone. Having lost his parents early, he didn't had the opportunity to feel otherwise.

One day, they meet at the park.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57061705/chapters/145121728

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

Just got a bunch of comments on one of my fics brb gonna cry🥺🥺🥺🥺

[madaims]

Trick or treat??🎃

Hmmmm…. Treat!

[crowleybrekkers]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.

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AWW THANK YOU!!

buying books

listening to a song on repeat 10383883 times

going home after a long day

paintingggg

rewatching good omens

[helsensm]

day 1 of ugly sketching (and posting) a random character until I learn something

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[itsscottiesstark]

17, 19 & 27 on the ao3 wrapped? (Hope it's not been too long lmao)

Shiet, not me completely forgetting about this, sorry darling.

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Well unfair. Both Aziraphale and Crowley (not that I've written many large characters this year). Don't make me choose lmao it changes with every paragraph. 😂

19. What's one pairing you want to explore next year?

Hmmmm romantically or like main pairing, I'm sticking with Aziracrow. But side pairs? I love Adam x Warlock lmao and I blame Old Vines. 😂

27. What do you listen to while writing?

Anything, honestly. Classical music, Broadway musicals, rock, movie soundtracks, anything I'm in the mood for that day.

Sorry it took me so long to answer and thank you for asking dear 💙💙

[captainblou]

Omg there should be a warning for yours Eybe 😭😭😭

I am, once again, the super cool big brother/super weird uncle 😎 come and fight me, false gods!!!

Ne pressure tags: @itsscottiesstark @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist @goodomens3whereuat

Would you like to find out what you would be the god of? Take my new uqiz to find out

[fearandhatred]

Wick!

*throws word at you and runs away*

the easiest poem copout is to just make it a Shape so here you go: a Shape! and did i kind of steal this idea from my six of crows fic? maybe

anyway this poem is about crowley from aziraphale's pov, so here's a companion sentence i wrote in the aforementioned fic that you can take to be about aziraphale: "he is the ocean: all-encompassing, terrifying and relentless, comforting and bittersweet all at once." <3

[captainblou]

Can I eat your art. Do you allow me to consume consume that soft lighting. Nhomnhomnhom

I can't stop thinking about the art on the last RFV chapter. I just love it so much. How Crowley is looking back... how the light falls over his body!!!

AAAAAAAAAAA

(Also it goes without saying. Absolutely hot chapter. Brain frying smut.)

🫠🫠🫠 Eybeeeeee 💛

Can I bite you???

Thank you Eybe my looove 💛💛💛

The fic here: Richfront Valley

The art (censored because I don't know if Tumblr likes cake?):