#Sorry there is no Muriel

[fand0mfever]

Someone commented on a wattpad fanfic of a Halloween scenario and they had Lucio as drag and I couldn't help myself.

Ignore the little notes unless it's about the male/female types of drag. Didn't really know what to do for Asra but you know... it's what I could do with my level laziness at the moment. I was watching a movie while drawing these.

I did add glitter on this one.

[littledeadling]

Nervous Reunion

Bonus:

[goosetooths]

what living on earth does to a mf

(i just think that being friends with two queer women and one genderfluid demon would have some influences on muriel and they'd REALLY take to individuality after a lifetime of solitude in heaven. also i love them.)

[sentientsky]

crowley and aziraphale negotiating child support payments in s3

[jean-wei]

quick goomens drawing bc i really liked muriel and their fun pleated tailcoat situation

[luciosfanpage]

[actual-changeling]

a continuation of this post

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Demons do not need to sleep, and yet he does, mostly because time spent unconscious is not time spent crying, which demons also do not do, and yet.

A deep, crushing pain resides in the middle of his chest—a heartbreak not entirely unfamiliar; he never forgot the smell of burning books and the lack of his angel's presence anywhere on earth. He never forgot what it felt like to lose Aziraphale, and the reminder he received was entirely unnecessary.

If anyone were to ask, he'd deny the crying, arguing that technically not a single tear has left his eyes in the last three months, sixteen days, and seven hours—not that he is keeping count—although there is no one left to care. Except Muriel, who adjusted surprisingly quickly to living on earth and having a demonic snake curled up by the window.

Crowley sleeps and endures a never-ending series of nightmares for about two months, and while he wakes and slithers out of his chair, he decides to remain in his serpent form.

The most surprising development is perhaps how easily he bonds with Muriel. They offer up a steady arm, having switched the uniform for a sunshine-yellow pastel jumper and a simple black skirt, and to hell with it all, the warmth, the touch, the soft breaths, and the regular heartbeat pulsating next to him do not heal the wound, but they stop the bleeding; for a while, anyway.

So they go about their days, Crowley coiled around their shoulders while they read or do inventory, reorganise books, and then organise them differently as soon as they're done, never selling a single copy. They sing, too, having apparently discovered a lot of earthly pleasures during his nap, low and quiet, soothing in a way he did not expect.

Once upon a time, not too long ago, the Serpent of Eden wrapped around an angel's shoulders was a familiar sight. The serpent remains unchanged, although if you were to ask anyone regularly passing by the shop, they'd tell you it seems sadder now, somehow.

The angel has changed, however.

As time passes, Crowley waits not in a garden but in a bookshop, longing for a thunderstorm and a white wing above his head. He watches the sky, he watches the door, and he waits and waits and waits.

[the-ratt-kingg]

Ello’ Ello’ Ello’

[rattoenailclippings]

It’s you!

Despite everything, it's still you.

[hoarder-of-dragons]

Crowley: Bird watching is so perverted. Crowley: You blow a little noisemaker that shouts "Wanna fuck?! Wanna fuck?!" And then when a bird shows up wanting to fuck you are like "Aha, I see you through my binoculars!" Crowley: Sick behavior. Twisted behavior. Muriel: Muriel: Mr. Crowley it's been 120 days since Aziraphale left-

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

Good Omens + text posts (5/?)

[trashmuth]

Muriel Rukeyser, Then  x  The Bear

[aggressiveaffectionpenguin]

Muriel: Why can’t you accept that Gabriel and Beelzebub might be happy? That Gabriel might be a attentive partner and a loving angel?

Crowley: Because I wanted that angel! I wanted the angel who would run away to Alpha Centuri with and be with me forever, instead of trying to lure me back to heaven. Why does Beelzebub get that angel? If Gabriel has truly changed, than that means that angels were always capable of change, and I just wasn’t worth changing for.

[boykissr]

myrrh / lavender and sage

asra x reader x muriel

contents : comfort smut, pwp, praise, sub reader, dom characters, ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes probably, super indulgent

a.n. : um.. sorry for disappearing for god knows how long <333 heres a snippet of a smutfic in writing for my bf to make up for it ! i'll probably post the rest when i finish it if this is received well <3

the night is still young, and you sigh as you relax into the many furs adorning muriel's worn mattress, limbs aching after a busy day at the shop. 

asra saunters over to your relaxed form, smelling of herbs and spices and holding a steaming cup of tea, grinning when you open an eye to peek at his admittedly revealing silk lavender robe; it was a gift from nadia, handed over with a knowing glint in her eye. 

"like what you see?" he teases, soothing voice almost gliding over you like butter. he looks gorgeous with the crackling fire illuminating his already-ethereal features. you blink and he's seated on your left, his free hand guiding your pliant head to rest on his chest, before taking a sip of the tea and placing it on the nightstand. "rough day?" he coos, adjusting his tune as you nod and he reclines back, your head still resting on his bare chest; still listening to the steady beat of your hearts. 

just then, the door swings open as muriel hobbles in, shoulders sagging as he beelines it for the mattress, front door swinging shut behind him. the large frame of your shared lover looms over you and asra before he climbs into bed on your other side, relaxation visibly washing over him as he reaches a beefy arm around your waist and softly kisses the crook of your neck. now, it was your turn to ask; "long day, love?" returned only with a grunt from the man tracing his slightly chapped lips along the most sensitive spots of your throat. 

you shudder, and you feel muriel's lips turn up against your skin, beginning to leave open-mouthed kisses against your hot skin as you keen lightly into your loves' hold. asra strokes your hair softly, scratching and massaging your scalp and leaning down to whisper sweet praises in your ear as muriel's arm tightens, hand sliding down to grip your hip.  

asra coos, voice breathy in your ear, before capturing your shuddering lips in a deep kiss. when he pulls back, the hand tangled in your hair pauses and grips the locks as he gazes half-lidded into your eyes, even as you let out a soft moan at the stimulation. "do you want to keep going?" he asks, and even muriel pauses in his ministrations for your answer. 

you bob your head rapidly as his words finally breach your hazy mind. you're so tired and all you want tonight is for your two favorite people to help you relax. "use your words, baby," asra tries again, honeyed tone never faltering. 

"yes--" you rush out, squirming in your lovers' hold. "please." you add, desperation laced in your tone; a soft moan erupting as muriel bites down on the meaty part of your neck.

asra surges into you, slotting his pillowy lips to join with yours and smiling into the kiss. he only pulls away when you can't go a second more without a breath of air, slowly slipping off your uncomfortable garments with deft fingers. he focuses his attention on your now-bare front, trailing lips from your own, down your neck, and suckling on the soft flesh of your chest, while looking into your eyes the entire time. 

you shudder as muriel busies himself with marking your shoulders and back, grinding deeply into the mattress as he lets out near-audible groans of pleasure.

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[travelersbegin]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[hg-aneh]

Who is your favourite angel that:

Does not have red hair

Is not played by David Tennant

Is not Crowley in disguise or any other shape or form

Look no further than your profile picture!