#finally finished it

[onebadnoodle]

starfire redesign

[actual-changeling]

"It would have been you."

It's raining.

Of course, it's raining.

A soft, constant drizzle leaving his hair a damp, curly mess that falls into his face and clings to his skin. Even though the cold is slowly seeping into his clothes, Crowley stops and turns around. Condensation is collecting on the inside of his shades where his breath drifts up, warm and too fast, and even if it hadn't been late at night, if the street hadn't been empty, he would have still taken them off.

Aziraphale is licking rain drops from his lips and blinking with dark, heavy lashes.

"What?"

His voice is rough, almost drowned out by the noise of rain hitting the pavement, collecting in small puddles around his feet.

"If it had been a choice, a real one, it would have been you."

The world did not end, questions were answered, apologies spoken, but their last conversation before everything went to shit is still a sharp splinter lodged in his chest, cutting him open more and more with every heartbeat. All of the fears he had left unsaid, the viscous doubt pooling in his lungs and weighing down his breaths—the truth might tip the scales and finally destroy him, and yet he cannot bring himself to stop Aziraphale from talking.

"It has always been you, Crowley. You must know that."

"I don't."

Bitterness laces his voice despite his best intentions, a drop of oil tainting an entire river, six thousand years of history, and it hurts because it's the truth, because they both wish it wasn't.

He doesn't know, couldn't know, because Aziraphale always needed him to stop them, to step back when they got too close. Every single time he had tried to push, gone too bloody fast, the angel had recoiled, scared for him, scared for the both of them. Crowley knows, and at the same time, he doesn't, because he still has hope and there is nothing more dangerous than allowing it to bloom; it's small, withered, brittle, on the verge of death and has been for centuries.

(It's still there, though. It keeps fighting, keeps trying. Keeps hoping.)

They're drenched to the bone, wet and pathetic, and there is nothing romantic about any of it when Aziraphale retraces his steps and closes the distance between them; there is, however, love.

There has always been love, whether they could admit it or not.

"I'm sorry. For- for everything, for making you think that I don't care about you."

"Angel, don't lie-"

"I'm not lying."

Crowley stares, frozen to the spot when Aziraphale presses cold, wet palms to his cheeks, his breath a ghost of warmth on his skin. This is too much, too close to 'our side', and if he didn't know better (does he know better? does he really?) he would think that he is about to—

"I'm not lying," he whispers, broken, truthful, "I love you. I won't leave you."

The rain stings in his eyes, masking the tears—hot and wistful—meeting Aziraphale's skin where it is touching his.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, angel."

His voice cracks and so does his heart, and he can feel the walls they have built together crumbling to dust under their feet. It's not real, it can't be real, and yet the truth is shimmering in storm-blue eyes he has been carrying with him since the moment he first put stars into the sky.

"It's you, always has been, always will be. If you let me."

Crowley kisses him as he falls apart, barely healed fractures reopening as his essence spills over and out, drowning him in please, please be real, please let us have this, please, God.

Just this once.

Aziraphale holds his face so incredibly gently, as if it's something worth keeping, something to protect, something he is afraid to lose. When the ground doesn't open up and swallow them whole, when the sky doesn't reach for them with greedy hands, he allows himself to seize Aziraphale's face in turn, cupping his jaw and kissing the rain drops off his lips, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, tasting his tears when they begin to fall.

"It's always been you. God, of course I will let you."

Sapphire blue eyes blink up at him, a smile pressed against his lips, a smile he can feel, a smile that is for him, them.

"Perhaps you could let me somewhere less, ah, sopping wet?"

"I was right, though. It's the rain that did it."

Aziraphale laughs, bright and happy, and infectious enough to make Crowley laugh too, and grabs his hand to pull him back towards the bookshop - back home.

[queenincrimson]

in the eyes of a stranger, there lies a mystery in the eyes of a stranger, are you what you appear to be?

[tropiyas]

legendary jackals would be pulling this shit if they kept the spartan laser in Halo Infinite

[cisans]

(Sl)Ash, because we love him

This is a DTIYS by @itsxroxannex

first time doing DTIYS, and I love how this turns out :>

the original below the undercut :D

(i love your art so much and halo dari Indonesia (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧)

[chirpingbeak]

[babeypigeon]

happy twf4 day <3

[agendratum]

watch me make 'em bow one by one by one one by one by

i like the way they all scream

[revletter]

What if cape feather, but you already have a cape, AND you're already a magical self-transformer?

Finally finished GENOvember Day 29 WIP: Cape Feather! I've had this in my head for months. So happy to be done.

[theegh0st]

outfit swap of the girls 

[pulvisetsumbra]

Blue lock

[fire-eyed-raven]

Izuna week 2024

Day 2

Rinne Tensei

[jestroer]

When you and your nb buddy are the cutest on the server dress up party

[busymagpie]

Whoever said that Feanor would be worried sick throughout Nerdanel’s first pregnancy... yes

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Dracula AU - some more thoughts

You know how in the book Mina has a bit of a telepathic bond with Dracula? Well, in this AU, it's the other way around, at first. When Dracula realizes that he no longer has unfettered access to Lena, he starts messing with her mind a little bit.

Lena starts seeing him looming in corners, from the corner of her eye, making her continuously on edge. Eventually, she starts zoning out more and more often, until one day Kara comes to visit her in the lab to find Lena with her eyes half closed and her hand scratching back and forth in sharp jagged lines across her notebook, with such pressure that that the tip of her pen nearly tears the page.

On that day, when Kara tries to gently snap Lena out of it, Lena turns and in one fluid motion drives the pen deep into Kara's shoulder. Against Kara's invulnerability the pen does nothing but burst into a splotch of ink on her shirt, but when Kara reacts by trapping Lena's arms against her in a restraining bear hug, Lena thrashes with the frenzy of a trapped animal, growling and bellowing in protest.

Kara wrestles Lena into the same cell they'd once used to trap a phantom, and as the door hisses closed Kara's heart breaks. She can't bring herself to leave the room. She waits as Lena paces darkly, until hours later Lena finally falls abruptly still, blinks twice, and then lifts her head in confusion.

Her eyes meet Kara's.

"What happened?"

[rebka18]

Serirei Dumpling version of that promo art i liked to much

p.s the patters are made form scratch hehe